Missing Piece

Chapter One

A lot of people wish for money or fame, yet I, who have both of those, will do anything to just have a normal life, but I know that for me that is impossible; after all, I am part of the Sparrow Academy. Some call us superheroes; I think of us more like living weapons used to please the desires of my dear father Reginald.

"Here you go, darling, a hot cup of Colombian coffee to go." I look at Agnes, a middle-aged woman who owns my favorite coffee shop, Griddy's Beignets.

"Thank you, Agnes, what would I do without you?" I said, smiling at her as I grabbed the cup of coffee. She just smiled at me and handed me a brown paper bag.

"Here I pack a Beignet for Ben and a chocolate doughnut for yourself. We don't make many of them since they don't sell as much as the Beignets, but I know you love them."

"You really are the best, Agnes." I will see you tomorrow; thank you again," I said as I grabbed the bag and headed to the shop's door.

Some people noticed me and started whispering, not believing that it was me. Father does not allow us to interact with the media or fans. Yet I do the total opposite. I wave at some fans that have already pulled their phones out taking pictures and videos of me. It is not often that they can see me out since I would just teleport, but today was different. I wanted to take a walk out of the house. I pulled my headphones out, and the song that started playing through them was Sunflower by Post Malone. I took a sip of my coffee, enjoying its taste, and began to walk to the house. It was good that Griddy's was close to home, yet it was annoying that no matter where I look, I just see posters of my siblings and myself in our uniform. I look at my watch and notice that I was going to be late for the training session. I finish my coffee, throw the empty cup in the trash bin, and teleport into my room. I place the paper bag on my desk, and with my mind, I pull out my uniform from the closet and start to get changed.

Once I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror, fixing my burgundy blazer and fixing my skirt. Thanks to all the intense training and experiments that my father did on me, I was able to control my powers and even develop a new one. Controlling the aging of my body was just one of the perks of it; that is why I am a twenty-nine-year-old in the body of an eighteen-year-old. I pull the paper bag that Agnes has given me and pull out my chocolate doughnut, and with a flick of my hand, I send the bag to Ben's room. As I was about to take a bite, the alarm started to blare, signaling that either we have a new mission or there is an intruder.

I sigh and leave my doughnut on my desk and walk out of my room, bumping into Sloane, Alphonso, and Marcus.

"So... is it a new mission?" I ask Marcus as we keep walking, heading to the living room.

"Don't think so; I was not informed of any."

"Intruders it is then," I said as I heard the voice of our father and some others that I did not recognize.

"Wrong again." I heard what my father said as I could see him on the other side of the room. I position myself in between Sloane and Marcus, lean on the balcony railing, and look down at the six new figures that were standing in my home. "This is the Sparrow Academy."

Great, now they are looking at us, and I could see their faces. There was this huge guy, very tall and sturdy, like a gorilla. Behind him was a woman with black hair and an outfit that reminds me of Storm from the X-men. Next to her was another woman, shorter and very pail. I look to the other three, one with a beard and long hair wearing all black and a pair of knives in his hands. Next to him was another man, also with long hair, just that this one was wearing a hat, as a cowboy hat. Why? .... Well, that is a good question, as we are in New York, not Texas, and it is the middle of summer.

I then could feel a strong gaze on me, and that is when I looked at the last one of them. He seems to be the youngest of them, in a uniform that is similar to ours but a cheap knockoff. For some reason he picks my curiosity; I don't know why, but it does, and it seems that I pick his since he has not broken eye contact with me, so I wink at him; he just looks at me confused. I smile at that reaction.