Boundless

Measureless

Chapter 3 – Measureless

As soon as Rena wakes, she pulls up the email she had sent herself.

Zayne Birck. 36. Alpha – “Keberos”

Territories throughout Western MI.

(-One son. Name unknown. Rumored to be 14-15 yeares old. Shifted.)

Western Michigan...simple enough, that's where Rena lives. The only question is if she'll kill him in his human or wolf form. Never having a wolf as a target (or client, for that matter), she has no idea how to go about it.

Quickly, Rena punches Zayne Birck into whitepages and copies down the adress, mentally planning her technique. She'll tell her mom that she'd going to Daniel's (Dan is the only “boy” Rena's mom considers safe to hang out with unsupervised) and go to the house.

Parkdale Avenue, in Manistee. Not too far.

Who knows, Rena might splurge on a Big Al's sub too.

“Hey, Dan?” Rena spots her friend already at the bus stop.

“What'cha need?” Dan asks, eyebrows raised.

“I got stuff to do, so I'm gonna tell Mom I'm at your place, if it's cool with you. In case she asks, y'know.”

Daniel shrugs. “Fine by me. As long as you aren't doing drugs or something.”

That was one reason Rena likes being friends with Dan: he doesn't ask too many questions unless something is seriously wrong.

“Don't worry, nothing illegal,” she assures him with a small smile, ignoring the weight of Keberos' picture in her back pocket as the bus arrives.

As much as she wants to, Rena can't just blame her “dark blood” for what she does. It's not just that.

Rena, Nemesis – they're the same. The same essence of taint poured into a single soul. Both knowing that everyone deserves an option for revenge, no matter how greedy. Neither wanting anything in return – not money, not power, not even the story behind their desire.

Under the “not wanted” category also fits the Ljósálfar.

Especially Helter, who had–

“My bad!”

Rena suddenly realizes she'd been walking to first period, her only indicator being that she had walked right into someone, sending both of their books straight to the ground.

“It's fine, I was a little zoned,” she says, squatting down to pass the boy his workbook and darting off.

Now, since Rena is very well tapped into her Elven senses, she notices a lot of things. Like the title on the boy's workbook, for example.

She knows for sure that Icelandic is not taught at her school.

A near-panic mode settles in Rena for the rest of the day. She was already nervous about the planned assasination later that day, so the workbook has set her off.

Someone must know.

Rena knows of her True Form's multilingual abilities (she can even speak a bit of several Nordic languages herself); there's no way it can be a coincidence, obviously. Icelandic is just too rare a language in America.

That means someone wants to communicate with Nemesis. But for what? A job? To befriend her? And most importantly, who was it? Rena curses herself for not paying enough attention.

The most likely person would be someone who goes to her school, ruling out current and past clients. There are a few students at her school with mixed blood, that she knows of at least. Dan's girlfriend has some extent of sorcery in her anscestry, Alexia is a witch, there are a few vampires, and several more elves and werewolves.

Rena begins her mental list as soon as she gets home. “Hey mom,” she says distractedly, tossing her bag by the bottom step. She pauses, realizing her mom isn't in the living room. “Mom?!”

“Upstairs, sweet pea!” comes the reply. “I'm about to head off to work. Could you get the mail, please?”

Rena shouts, “Already got it!” as she goes up the stairs. Her mom is at the hallway mirror putting her make-up on.

“Thanks. Braid my hair real quick, too?”

Rena complies, used to the routine of helping Dianne out, and puts the blonde locks (which she had inherited) into a french braid. “Mom, can I head to Dan's?”

“Sure. Your dad's gonna pick up Joseph for his appointment, so try and be back before them, okay?”

Rena nods.

Nemesis sits in the tree in Keberos' backyard, waiting. It's usually dangerous for her to be in her True Form during the day, as she could get caught, but she wants to get this job over with as soon as possible.

And there he is.

Keberos. Zayne Birck.

Nemesis draws her bow.

Bara gera það! (Just do it!) she tells herself. She glances around to see if there are any witnesses at the moment.

Her gaze fixes itself at the sliding glass door, where the client is sitting. He meets her eye, and nods.

Bíddu... (Wait...)

What if it's a setup? What if the client wants her to begin a second war between Wolves and Elves?

Nemesis lowers her bow.

She'll just watch for now.

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A/N: Yes, it was short. Not much was planned to happen. BUT I updated finally, right?? So there. :3 So what do YOU think is up with the guy with the Icelandic workbook? Potential client, hmm? Someone who just wants to be a friend, maybe? Perhaps someone who wants to work with Nemesis? Ooh, the questions! ;) And also, do you think the client is actually on the good side, or do you agree that he's just trying to start another war? Comment thoughts below!!