Hidden Identity- Sophitz fanfic

Chapter 4

Sophie sighed. She stared at the rising sun, beams of sunlight shone through her windows. She threw her blanket behind her, pulling her hair into a long braid as she took the Black Swan Classified Files out of her locked drawer with telekinesis. Another normal day. She thought to herself.

She flipped through the files, making notes about information of the Neverseen. She took a deep breath. Her mind calmed.

What is she planning? What does she want? Next attack? Are there new members? Is Vespera REALLY dead? Questions filled up her mind quickly.

Suddenly, her Imparter rang loudly, cutting off her thoughts. She smiled.

Keefe.

She accepted the call immediately.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked, as a messy-haired boy showed up on the screen.

Keefe scanned all over her. "I never knew you are an early riser, Foster."

"I can't sleep." Sophie replied.

"So ... What are you doing during the whole night, Miss Mysterious F.?" Keefe smirked.

"Anything but thinking about you." Sophie answered, the edge of her lips rising.

"AWWWW!!!! That hurts, Foster!" Keefe whined.

"Anyways, when will you be here?" Sophie asked, changing the subject.

"Give me five minutes." Keefe ran a hand through his blond hair, messing it. "Gotta hang up, Ro's here."

"Okay."

"See you later, love."

Sophie blushed beet red after Keefe hung up. 'Love' that's what he called her. She calmed herself down. It's nothing, Sophie. Nothing.

*****

Flames handed Fitz a plain wooden bow, and a few arrows, that's the fifth weapon she pulled out from the hidden door on the floor.

"Uh ... Can anyone tell me what are we doing right now?" He asked, as shivers sent down his spine.

"To see what you're good at." Flames replied, reaching for a red and black scythe in the corner. "Last one." She said, stuffing the scythe into Fitz's arms.

She led him to a plain meadow, where archers are practicing their skills. Fitz looked nervously at them.

"Try." Flames said. Handing him the jet black arrow. Fitz had no choice but to obey. His arrow dived deeply into the bull's eye. Flames did look surprised. "Good enough." She commented.

Flames sighed after Fitz tried all the weapons. The sun already sank under the horizon. She placed a hand on Fitz's shoulder. "Same time tomorrow." She told him. "And keep an eye on the twins here for me." She whispered the last sentence into his ear.

Keep an eye on? Fitz questioned mentally. What are they?

Fitz shrugged, carrying the weapons Flames took out, placing them in the hidden door. 

***** 

He laid on his bed, pretending to be asleep, but questions just couldn't stop popping up his mind.

He heard Maple and Breeze come back. "She sent him to spy on us, can't you see?" He heard Breeze complain. "She already killed him, you're not going to be the next." Breeze continued to argue. 

They're prisoners?