Once Green Eyes

Chapter 5 - Myra is Like Me

Wednesday...

The wind whistled a sad tune as I walked down Y.J.H.D St. and Myra was silently watching something on her digi-glasses. I looked around for some sign of Sasha or Tasha, but they were both no where to be seen. Sasha and Dianna were absent today and I was planning to go over to her house after I finished some work at home. If Sasha did anything to Dianna today, then I wouldn't spare her. And yet I vowed I was going to kill her one way or another.
So far I learned that my mom was also nephilim but she just chose not to tell me because she was attacked by a demon and the demon's wrath might've hurt me if it found out about my identity. She hid me as well as my identity; I used to be Alicia White but when I turned three and my dad died because of the demon and my mom escaped she renamed me Alisha Right and brought me to the "mundane" world. She also changed her name from Sarafina Michelle White to Sarah Maurice Right, honestly, II liked her old name better. As much as I wish that I had found out about myself earlier, I guess it was better late than never and anyways, how sad it would be if that demon killed me when I was young.
When I had taken a break during my social science class, Tasha had appeared in the bathroom to give me my first dagger, told me how to use it, and gave me a mini sheath to put it in. I toyed with it in my windbreaker pocket, secretly, wondering about today's plan. I was about to unsheathe it in my pocket to feel it's smooth silver metal when Myra took my hand and halted me to a stop with her strong right arm. My brown curls flew into my face and my black, high heeled boots almost made me trip on a rock.
"Wait. I have to tell you something before we turn onto Lucky Rd. I met Tasha and I know who she is and who you really are." Myra put both hands on my shoulders and turned me so I was facing her. She looked at me right in the eye and stressed the words "who you really are," so much that I felt intimidated but she didn't care, she kept talking. "I am also nephilim and I am so elated to know that you are too! Tasha just sent me a message on my digi-glasses saying that Sasha has turned Dianna into one of her evil servants, explaining how she is acting these days, and the only way we can save her is if we hurry to the deserted warehouse on Kick St. and meet Tasha there. We will prepare to rescue Dianna because if we don't soon, then she can use Dianna to turn all her friends into servants as well. Will you come with me? I just found out too that I am nephilim so we are on the same page against Sasha. Tasha told me to forward the message to you." Tasha removed her hands from my shoulders and folded them in front of her while biting her lip nervously. I knew I couldn't resist the scent of adventure and anyway, the angel had told me to help as well. Who had the courage to ignore the angel's words?
"Okay, let's go! Thank god it wasn't Dianna's fault she turned into a brat!" I hugged Myra and we both regained our stand and rushed to the warehouse so glad we had each other to help defeat this thing.
I have got to tell Mom about all of this later. Even though she tried so hard to keep me safe from that demon, I think this is more important. She has got to help me! I made a small mental note, avoiding the digi-glasses' new mental noting ability. I didn't want my supervisor to find out about all of this for some reason.

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The warehouse was made of all metal unlike the other buildings in our county and was deserted because the person who owned it died and didn't get a chance to leave it for someone and the supervisors just left it because they had more important things to do. Most people took this as a chance for a secret hideout when they wanted to get away from society.
Myra and I crept around the chain-link fence, that was very rusty and crinkled, to the back side from where everyone could enter. The place was defiled with wrappers probably from kids loitering around and one part of the metal wall was defaced, some words etched into the metal causing a defect in the otherwise smooth silver face. We could hear some metal clanking inside and Tasha murmuring to herself when we were just a few feet from the entrance. Then, something thumped so loud we froze in place looking at each other.
"Well hello ladies!" Tasha came out of nowhere and we spun to see her standing right behind us, and she broke into a fit of high giggles, probably because of our pale faces. "That was too funny, it went exactly how I planned!" She exclaimed with a huge smile painted on her face, displaying her perfect row of teeth. I felt like slapping the witty grin off her face but I kept in mind of who she was and decided it was better if I didn't.
"What is with you?! I thought you called us for an emergency meeting, not to joke around! One of my best friends is at stake here! What kind of angel are you!" The words escaped my mouth and I had to grit my teeth to not physically do anything. How on earth could she fool around when such a serious matter was at hand? I complained in my head to particularly no one.
"Calm yourself, you two, we shall get to work now. I apologize for my misbehavior, I only wanted to lighten the mood!" Tasha defended herself shaking her head in disapproval. Then she walked her graceful walk into the warehouse filling it with light as if she just expected us to follow her wherever she went. She had such a royal mien but I was just annoyed by how great she thought of herself, even though she was kind enough to help us defend our county. I just mimicked her apology with a screwed up face and Myra dramatically sighed in annoyance along with me.
We were greeted with tables full of weapons, books, and pails of some clear liquid that I was guessing, wasn't water. Tasha was in the back and when we looked at her she increased her glow so we could see clearer since there weren't any low windows to let in light from outside.
"These are the items we will be working with to help you guys train. I am pleased that you two are already acquainted and that you're the same ages as well. It makes it much more easier." Tasha displayed the tables with her hands and her stand looked like a ballet move. She was so graceful for a 15 year old. "Now let me begin with the training. It is very simple and the fact that you two dance makes it even better. Thank God that Sasha is only a beginner like you two. To start we will begin with the basic fighting stances." She went on with her lesson of many moves we could use while fighting and she promised she would get a trained nephilim to show some more complicated moves later. I didn't think I wanted to learn anything else though.
After many minutes of working together to perfect moves, dodges, and weaponry stances, I had asked if I could call my mom so she wouldn't get worried. Tasha had said that both their parents knew about their training here at the warehouse and had given permission to Tasha to keep them there without worrying about school either. I had doubted about my mother giving in so easily but I took the angel's word for it. The idea of staying in the warehouse for who knows how long was what made me hesitate.
God knows how long it will take for us to get out there and fight. All I could do was wait and watch.