Assignment E

Chapter 7

Kai

I failed to find Kylie in her rooms so I headed to the training rooms. Sure enough that's where she was. Her and Finn were hacking it out on the punching bags.

"Kylie!" I boomed. She quickly turned to look at me. "Punishment." She groaned and followed me into the other room. First she had to do five suicides, then tractor tires four times, off to climbing, fifty pull ups, twenty push ups, 15 box jumps, rolls 20 times and repeat. When she made it to pull ups she went to suicides. There wasn't a specific order in how she had to do her punishments. She began to slow down after only three.

"Come on Paris, pick it up!" I yelled. She stopped dead in her tracks. "I told you to pick it up Kylie not freeze!"

"How do you know my name." She asked in a cold, deadly tone. I thought about what I had just said. Paris,Paris,Paris... "I said how do you know my freaking name!" She screamed angered. "Did Wes tell you? If he told you he's going to freaking die." She said that as a threat and I didn't doubt for a second that she would.

"Kylie. Wes didn't tell me anything. Look at me. Take in the details, let them process." Dad was the one who had dark brown hair and the grey eyes. Mom had dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. Dad had the same grey eyes of Kylie's that always haunted me. A small flicker of recognition crossed her features.

"How old are you?" She whispered. I had always been seven years older than her.

"26" I answered.

"No," she said, "he died the day mom and dad were killed. He was killed."

"Paris. I didn't want you to find out this way."

"Prove it!" She yelled. " If you really are him what is my full name and what did we do every time Mom and Dad were at work!"

"Paris May Raine and Fallon West Raine." I slowly continued. "When they were gone we would put on talent shows in the living room underneath blanket forts. You would always dance around and I showed you magic. You always made me teach you how to do it after because you always wanted to be just like me."

"If it's you then do magic right now without a gauntlet. I know they had a chip of the sword placed under your skin." She whispered. I snapped my fingers as lightning began to danc across my finger tips. I heard a loud gasp and looked up at her. She crumpled to the floor. I left the room.

Kylie

Kai turned and left the room, not saying a thing. He can't possibly be Fallon. Wes told me he had been killed after he saved me. He was dead. Yet he knew my name. He showed me magic. The Lightning had always been my favorite as a young child and Fallon had known that. It's what he would show me in our forts the most because I always got excited about it. He hadn't used the gauntlet though and he was seven years older than me. Exactly as Fallon had been. I slowly dragged my weight out of the training room and through the twisting rooms and hallways. Finally I reached the east stairs and proceeded up to my house. I made my way up to the roof and sat down. This is where I always come when I have crazy things to think about and just need some time for it all to process. The best part is that no one knows where I go so I can actually have some silence for once. At the base there's always a wide variety of commotion so there's never just silence. Besides if you get a break you're down in the base dealing with something. I closed my eyes and just lay there on the roof. About an hour it finally hit me. He's alive. Fallon is alive.

Kai

After I walked out on Kylie I headed to the other training room and set up a punching bag. I jogged over to the closet and grabbed the athletic tape, quickly wrapping it around my hands. I'm mad that Kylie didn't believe. Well Paris. No, not mad....something else but I don't quite have the word to describe it. I punched and punched and punched. I had lost track of time, not really caring. I kept punching until I heard a small voice behind me.

"Fallon," she whispered. I turned only to see Paris. She looked confused, mad, sad, and happy. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. "I thought you were dead!" She pulled away and punched me in the arm, hard. I snapped my fingers and the lightning appeared. Colors began to dance around the room. When I looked at Paris her face tilted up in a smile. Same old Paris. We sat in the training room for hours. Kylie just watching me do multiple tricks and different abilities with the magic that I honed.

"I wish you could still teach me." Kylie said as she looked at the flames swirling in my hands. I looked up at her and on her mid-forearm I saw a scar that slashed across her skin. That's where her tracker was even though she didn't know it. When Mom and Dad got the tracker placed they also had another chip of the sword placed in her arm. For all she knew the scar was there because she cut herself with a knife training at a young age. That's not true of course but she was too young at the time to know that. The day Mom and Dad died is the day we were going to tell her about the chip. They never got the chance and I just never told her. Maybe now would be a good time.

"I can you know," I replied.

"We both know that's impossible. Without the sword anyway." She said still in awe of the flames. I snapped my fingers and the magic went out. I held out my hand.

"Give me your left arm," I answered. She didn't hesitate. "That scar," I said tracing it with my finger, "isn't from a training accident."

"Then what is it," she curiously asked.

"When you were very young, maybe three years old Mom and Dad had a tracker which also uses as a monitor and a chip off the sword placed under your skin." She looked at me bewildered.

"That can't be possible, I don't have magic," she said.

"You've never tried." Her eyes slowly moved to her feet. "Is that why you choose not to use gauntlets?"

"Painful reminder," she said quietly, "I thought you were dead after all."

"Snap your fingers. Just like you used to. Clear your mind." She lifted her left hand and just stared at her fingers for a moment.

"It won't work."

"That's exactly what you used to say, until you actually tried." She looked up at me and then back at her hand. She snapped her fingers and a slight, small flicker of light appeared but only for a second. She smiled from ear to ear.