Supernatural Habits

Amaris

   Amaris looked around the room and sat upright. Her back felt heavy, as if burdened by something. A force was against her back. She turned to look and saw two, huge, black wings, protruding from her shoulder blades. She nervously ran her hand over the black feathers of her newfound wings. She had hoped they were a figment of her imagination. But the giant black angel wings were all too real.
   Before she could ask any questions, a nurse with plain brown hair and blue eyes walked into the room. The woman was tall and lanky. She was not very muscular, however she seemed very fit. She could tell something was off about it all just by looking at the woman's hair. It was pinned up in a high, tight bun. The nurse smiled at Amaris and walked to the foot of the bed.
   "Hello there darling. My name is Irene and I am going to be taking care of you while you stay. You were randomly selected for a series of tests. The tests were very successful as you can tell from your newfound wings."
   She held up a mirror and Amaris gingerly took it, examining her own features. Her long, dirty blonde hair was now cut short, in a classic bob. Her blue green eyes were exactly as she remembered them, and for that she was grateful. She was still somewhat short, but she felt a bit taller. The papers beside her bed informed her she was about 5'7" since the tests had taken place.
   "What now?" She tried her voice, which she instantly regretted, due to the scathing feeling in her throat.
   "Now you got to school. There are some, others, you need to, take care of shall we say. One is a shapeshifter. One is like you, only more. She can morph any body part into whatever she sees fit. The other girl, the first one I mentioned, was heavily experimented on. She can shapeshift, morph her body, and use astral projections. She can use both her body and astral form to fight. She can shapeshift into any possible and impossible thing. The second girl has no limitations that we know of. There may even be other, hidden powers within her. We believe she has the ability to alter reality and how people see the world around them. The shapeshifter's name is Natasha Silverwater. The other is Brook Paige. Your job is to find them and terminate them."
   "And if I fail to do so? Or if I choose not to?"
   "You will be terminated"
   Amaris sighed and hung her head.
   "What about my wings? In a school?"
    Irene chuckled. "We have a special uniform. They won't see the wings"
   Amaris was then released into a safe house near the school she would be going to. She got changed from the hospital gown into the special uniform. She wasn't happy about her situation. Not happy at all.
   "Natasha Silverwater and Brook Paige. I guess they are my mission... how weird to call it that. They're humans too. Right?" She pondered aloud.
   The walk to school was uneventful. Amaris was given a small photograph of the two girls she was hunting. Natasha had shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. They looked off somehow. Like they were in the middle of deciding what colour to be. They were 1/4 red and 3/4 hazel. It was definitely something you didn't often see. She was a short girl, standing at 5'. She was a small person all around. She had a narrow waist, her torso in an hourglass form. Her legs were the longest thing about her, but when they were small. The only unsmall thing about her was her chest. The way she stood in the photo, Amaris knew she was uncomfortable about them.
   Brook on the other hand, was a taller girl. Standing at 5'9". She had shaved hair, with a section that was just under her chin. It was dyed blonde at the long section, while the rest was a brown, dirty blonde. Her eyes were a hard colour to figure out. They rested between brown and green. The longer Amaris looked, the more colours she could see. It wasn't anything like Natasha's eyes, that could change on a whim, they were just incredibly detailed. Her body was much like Natasha. She was a lean, well physically worked figure. She did not have the same ratio as Natasha. Her legs were long and her torso was almost the same way. Her chest was definitely not as pronounced, making it easy for her to be able to morph.
   Amaris walked to the school and shoved the photographs into her open pocket. She closed the pocket with the zipper. Turns out the uniform was handier than she'd have thought. It had black jeans with zip up pockets, and a very nice red t shirt. Her wings were let free by open holes in the shoulder blade region and she was able to hide them by pressing a button on her shirt.
   As she began walking into the building, she noticed a familiar pair of girls. Lo and behold, it was Natasha and Brook. Her targets. They walked into the building side by side, as if there was nothing wrong with them. As if they were normal people. But Amaris knew they weren't. She knew their powers and what they were capable of. She also knew they were not to be trifled with. She could hear them talking, and noticed the earbuds in both of Natasha's ears. She had no idea what she was listening to, but that it was good enough to be swaying comfortably beside her friend. Brook was laughing at Natasha's actions as she looked her friend in the eye and wiggled her eyebrows.
   Amaris felt a pang within her mind. She couldn't remember having a friendship like that. Her last friend had been taken from her when she was ripped away from her old, normal life. She couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth from the pair.
   For the next few days, Amaris was on patrol, watching the two abnormal girls closely. She picked up little things they did when no one was looking. Often, Natasha would use her astral form to scare people in the halls. She often used the astral form as a kind of insurance. As if it could help in case of blackmail purposes.
   Brook wasn't much better. She would often times morph some body parts when nervous. Natasha would always be there to calm her friend however. The two would often use their music in class and listen to whatever they wanted through their earbuds. Brook would use her powers to make everyone think they were paying attention and hide the earbuds behind a reality warp.
   Irene would check in with Amaris every day to see what progress she had made. If she made no progress, she was informed a deadline and a task to complete. It often had to do with the two girls.
   Amaris finally decided to make her move and talk to the girls. At lunch, she noticed them sitting all by themselves. So she walked over and asked to sit. Brook and Natasha shared a look and mental conversation before deciding Amaris could join them. She smiled and awkwardly sat down, fumbling with her plate. Just then, a small gust of wind swirled by the plate Amaris held, and it set the food onto the table. Apparently one of the girls had control over nature. She looked up in surprise to see Natasha grinning and manipulating the air around them. Her eyes turned a grey colour, like a fog over the ocean. She smirked at Amaris and gestured for her to sit.
   "So. We know that you have wings. We can see them. And we know you know about us. And our powers. We need to chat."
   Amaris sat down and stared with an open mouth and wide eyes at Natasha. She wondered how much she knew about why Amaris was really at the school. Why she was so fascinated with the pair. Her feathers ruffled up and Amaris reached back to smooth them down.
   "Like I said. We need to chat about this whole thing." Natasha's eyes turned into a mix of black and blood red.
    "She's right you know. We can't have you knowing about our powers and be walking around with that knowledge. That's too dangerous for us to live with. You do realise we can make it all be an accident. I can morph reality like that. You'll never feel a thing."
   Amaris shuddered at Brook's words. Her feathers ruffled again and she knew that Brook was right. She was speaking the truth. They could make it look like an accident. If they really wanted to.
   "So then let's talk." The pair spoke in sync with each other. Amaris shuddered again and swallowed thickly.