Fusion

Three

I awoke to a bright red haired boy staring down at me. Once I opened my eyes, I screamed. Very loudly.

"Oh come on, I'm not that scary."
"Who the fuck let you in here?" I screeched.
"I did." Lacey announced.
I squinted over at her. "Why?"
"He wanted to come in?" She laughed.
Michael sighed. "Come on. Training time."
I checked the alarm clock which read 6am. I groaned.
"Why do I have to get one-on-one training? I literally can just make it snow or some shit."
Michael groaned. "God your fucking annoying."
"Youre such a fucking bitch." I mumbled.
He rolled his eyes. "Heard that."
"You were supposed to." I said, stripping off my tanktop in front of him, and putting on a sweatshirt. His eyes went wide, and he blushed.

"What?" I smirked. "Im pretty sure youve seen a girl with just a bra on before, you slut."
He just shook his head and laughed.

I brushed past him, and he, im sure rolled his eyes, and walked back in front of me. He directed the way to the personal gym, and opened the door for me when we arrived.
It was sort of like a metal chamber on the wall- steel walls painted white- but the floors were that of a gym. Hard-wood.

"Tell me again why we need private practice?"
"Because," Michael sighed, "Youre special. Youre different. And you need an experienced person to help you. And thats me."
"Dont get too cocky, now."
"I'm being serious, Alaska. You have capabilities you arent even aware of."
I nodded. "Ill make us some snow cones after this."
He just laughed. "Alright. Lets get started."

I watched as Michael went to grab targets out of a closet. He looked like a little chubby bunny, but he was surprisingly strong. He also grabbed a few hurdles, and even some weapons. A long, sharp spear grabbed my attention.

"Whats that?" I asked out of curiosity.
"This?" He smiled. "This is just a spear, but its different. They say that the true owner is the only one who can control it. They can turn it into a normal walking staff or a spear, so theyre always ready for action. We let everyone new try it to see if it belongs to them. It supposedly belonged to someone in their previous bloodline. Try it." He said, outstretching the spear to me. Hesitantly, I reached for it. I grabbed it, and it felt as cold as me. I traced the designs, swirls of cool metal, and a small imprint of a snowflake on the spearhead. It felt right in my ownership. I smiled to myself, as the spear turned into a walking staff.

I looked up to Michael, who was standing there arms across his chest, smiling.
"Looks like we found her."
I just smiled. "What now?"

He left his position, grabbed a bag that he had taken from the closet, and made his way to me.
"I have to hook this up. Its going to rate your sense of control to see what we have to work with." He held the tiny monitor in his one hand, while sticking a suction cup-like contraption on both my temples, and my heart- which he let me put on. He then clipped the monitor on my shorts, and walked over to the targets.

"Are you gonna like, risk your life to hold the targets?" I laughed.
"Nope. Your friend invented these." He smiled.
"Awh.. You like her!"
He shook his head. "Youre friend likes Ash. I like someone else. You dont know her."
"Alright. Target me."

He flipped a switch on the back, and the target sped through the air like a hummingbird. He flipped on two more, and told me to shoot the three targets.

My blood rushed throughout me, and to my arms. Adrenaline coursed through me. I focused, and a large ice pick formed, and shot towards a target. It missed, and I got a little discouraged. I shot again, and watched it fly. It burst through the target, and I smiled to myself. Finally, within three tries, I shot the other two.

Michael nodded approvingly.
"Few notes. The ice picks were too large for the targets. Like, they were huge. And also, you cant loose hope in your shot. We need to work on your precision and angle."
"Come on! That was awesome!"
"Not really." Michael laughed, "Amateur."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

He smiled, and went to go get more targets. I smiled as he walked away. I kinda liked him. He was cool. But obnoxious. And annoying.
Suddenly someone walked in, and I recognized him as a boy from last night. Calum, I think his name was.

"Hey Alaska. How's training going?" He spoke in his Australian accent similar to Michaels.
"Good. My trainer is a bit aggravating."
"Hey," Michael suddenly walked up behind me, "I'm a nice guy. And a great trainer."
I snickered, "Bullshit."
Calum smiled. "So. You entering in the Winter showcase?"
"What's that?" I asked
"It's just a tournament we do a few times a year for fun. We like battle kind of with our powers. You're not ready so you'll just have to wait till spring." Michael stated.
I squinted at Michael. Calum defended me. "I think she'll be just fine." He smiled at me.
I blushed for some reason. "Yeah, Michael. I'll be just fine."
Michael rolled his eyes.
"See you guys around. Hopefully you, Alaska." He smiled, winked at me, and left.

I giggled, and looked at an annoyed Michael.
"What? I think he's nice."
"Yeah. He always gets his way."
"Is someone jealous?" I laughed jokingly.
"No.." He squinted, "Come on. Lets find your technique."

After another two hours of grueling and eventually boring and repetitive training, and Michael finding the slightest quirks to ridicule me about, we finally both walked back to the dining room to get breakfast. I sat beside him, as we both waited for our food to be served just by our thoughts. With a momentous crack, a cheese omelet with turkey bacon and maple sausage appeared in front of me, and I licked my lips.
Michael stared at me as I eyeballed his pancakes. I looked up at him, a smile on his face.
"Why such a fancy meal?" He smiles, clearly amused.
I shrugged. "Why such an amateur meal?" I asked, smiling. He chuckled, shook his head and ate.
I savored the taste of the smoky sausage, as looked up as Calum walked into the room.
I had to admit, Calum was pretty hot. For some reason, I pictured me and him together, holding hands, sharing a kiss, watching the sunset. Cliche romantics. For some strange reason I liked him. Suddenly, a lot.
I blushed when he looked at me and waved. He was putting up a poster.
"Nows your chance, cutie. Sign up." He said, holding out a pen to me."
Michael gave me a death look, telling me to ignore his gesture. I looked at Michael, smiled, stood up, and grabbed the pen from his grasp. I walked over, signed my name clearly and neatly, handed Calum back the pen, and kissed his cheek. Calum smiled, and left the room, his eyes bright.

I turned back to Michael, whom was giving me a look that read, i-cant-believe-you-just-did-that. I smiled wider, and giggled. As I sat down, I glanced over at Michael who was now looking in the direction where Calum had left. His hands gripped his chair hard, heat emanating from his palms. His eyes were dark, and his jaws clenched. He was angry, obviously. About me signing up, or for another reason?