Rouge Sang: Siblings of The Eclipse [On Hold]

CHAPTER 7

THK

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Amilyn's P.O.V

'Well... I'm screwed aren't I?' I thought.

"You and the other guy were all over the news today. Care to explain how you became this sh*t being?" he half-yelled out. I remained silent.

He was still clearly in uniform.

It happened unexpectedly. He pulled out his gun and shot at me. Everything looked as if it started to slow down. The bullet was still coming towards me, I caught it and melted it. A few inches before it hit my heart. He left, slamming the door behind him. I collapsed on the ground, panting.

"I shouldn't have came back..." I muttered.

(The next morning)

I looked through my clothing. Grabbing black gloves, a nice and clean blue shirt. A pair of jeans. And my usual red jacket. I grabbed my bag then left.

As always, I have decided to skip breakfast. I left immediately, not wanting to be shot at again. Or even scolded at. Or have a fcking "talk".

A few steps before I entered the school building. 2 people blocked my way.

"Follow us." he said. I complied and followed. No control over myself.

'Compulsion, the power to control anyone by voice. Now I know my next idea.' I thought. We stopped walking at the point we reached the back of the building. Which was slightly dark. I felt myself snap out of it. "Compulsion. Smart." I said, kneeling down placing my bag in front of me. I rummaged through the items in my bag, finding earplugs. I put it on. I threw my bag away at a safe distance. I threw my gloves close to my bag, immediately bursting my hands into flames. "So, what exactly am I to deal with? And I presume you have a "boss" who wants me dead." I calmly said as if this was a natural day thing.

"Good you know." One man smiled. They weren't twins. That was clear. Let's call the first dude Ice man, and the second is plant man. Cause the first guy turned into a complete ice statue with a large ball of ice in his hand. The other guy started to summon plants from the ground. Ice dude has compulsion and Cryokinesis. The other has Plant Manipulation. This has never been so easy. Clearly, I was already late. I shot a ball of fire at the ice man. It hit him. But he didn't melt into a puddle of water.

"You can't hurt what you can't see." I turn invisible and ran at them. I felt something grab my leg. I tripped and fell. I realized that it was a vine, I shot a small fire ball at it and ran at the Plant man. Still invisible, I tackled him down and repeatedly punched him with a flaming fist. Just trying to knock him unconscious. I felt something cold start to spread on my back. Ice. He hit my back while I was punching this weirdo.

I stood up, and kicked Plant man away. I fully ignited myself to melt the ice. Luckily, it melted. I growled and ran at the ice man. I turned myself visible and summoned balls of fire in my hands and mixed them with the shadows I summoned with the help with the dark side of the building. I threw of balls of fire at him. Repeating the process. Summon, combine, and attempt to kill. He wasn't even close to melting. After every hit from me, he seemed to be rebuilding himself with the ice. He created an armor of ice. It was a thick layer of it. I jumped high, fists ablaze. I slammed down, aiming for his head. I hit his head. He moved only an inch. "What the hell?!" I yelled. I shot fire at him, trying to melt him down. It was slowly working.

"Stop." he said, he mustn't have noticed that I put on earplugs. I laughed, but not too loud. I'm surprised that we haven't attracted a crowd.

"Stupid." I muttered. I kept burning him. He unexpectedly returned to his normal form, then I stopped trying to melt him. "Ran out of energy? Hah." I punched him really hard. They were both unconscious. I forgot I don't have anything for first period. I grabbed my gloves and put it on, I removed the earplugs and threw them in my bag. I took out my phone from the front pocket of my bag. I checked the time and noticed that I had at least 10 more minutes before next period. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked into the building. I walked through the empty halls of the school. I turned a few corners. Only a few students were there actually.

The bell had finally rung. All of the students rushed out of their classrooms. I could see people staring at me, some even glaring. I could tell they weren't convinced. Jeremiah wasn't in sight at all. All I did was look down and head for my classroom. As soon as I got in, I sat at the seat farthest from the front, and took out my new notebook and a pencil.

I scribbled an idea that would prevent someone with Compulsion to control someone. A form of earplugs. I labeled it as "Compulsion-proof earplugs". I quickly finished the plan and layout. I turned to the next page, and started to draw a mask. I labeled it as "The Mask With Many Faces". I heard the bell ring, but decided to ignore it. I could tell that the teacher went in. No one seemed to be sitting close to me. I remained focused on my new notebook of ideas.

"Let's see... oh right, that ice dude. I should've killed him." I muttered quietly. "Hm... a thin layer of armor that can protect me from the ice." I drew out the layout of it. I added gloves connected to the long coat. 'The heat coming from my hands will radiate throughout the entire piece of armor.' I thought and wrote down.

I drew a bullet on the next page. I titled it as "Fire Bullet". I'm planning to use the knowledge I know about some enemies so far.

Since I was not at all paying attention. Classes were already apparently over. I gathered my belongings and shoved them all into my bag. I could tell someone entered, I don't know why and how. I just felt it. As I finished, I looked up. It wasn't Jeremiah. All of his aspects seemed familiar though. Maybe I was just hallucinating. He approached me, slowly. "Who are you?" I questioned him.

"Open it when you think it is necessary. My boss sent it." he calmly said then handed me an envelope. Maybe I was wrong about knowing him. I took the envelope. He gave a slight nod then left, the bell rung. I rushed out to grab my books from my locker for the next class.

(After school)

I haven't seen Jeremiah for all of the day. I left the sealed envelope sealed. Not a single strand of my thoughts and mind made me want to open the letter from an unknown sender. I didn't bother on going home. I knew that if I did, I would possibly be shot by my own father again. So, I went to the back of the school. The dimness of the back of the school seems very welcoming to me. No one was there. I sighed in relief. I sat down and brought out my notebook with the ideas I have. I removed my gloves and took out a pen. I summoned a little ball of fire on my left hand.

I started adding details to the sketches of all the inventions I thought of. At the same time, I decide what materials should be used. Seeing that some of these materials are difficult to find. I have to search for these materials for most of the night. Or maybe during the weekend, so that I have more time.

After a few hours of adding the details and the materials that I needed. I looked up. It was closed to night. I gathered my things and placed it in my bag. I stood up straight, and made the flame on my hand disappear. I put my gloves back on, and carried the notebook in hand. I turned the corner of the school. The school was completely deserted. With the enhanced speed, I ran back home. I opened the front door. The house was silent. Frighteningly silent. I decided to ignore the silent surroundings and rushed to my room. I locked the door behind me and threw my bag on the bed. I grabbed a duffel bag from under my bed.

I unzipped it to see materials covered in either plastic or in a plastic bag. I checked my notebook, then I checked the contents of the duffel bag again. I brought out a bag-like briefcase that's locked with only a small finger print scanner. I placed my thumb on the scanner. I heard a click, then I opened the bag-like briefcase. The only contents of it were a handgun, and a file. I placed the notebook and the envelope inside the bag. Then I closed and locked it. I hid both the duffel bag and bag-like briefcase back under my bed.

I'm not meant to be a hero.

I don't think I ever was meant to be one.

I'm just a thief.

Trying to find my mother's killer.