Supernatural Habits

Natasha

   Natasha looked over her shoulder subtly while swaying to her music. She saw a girl with short dirty blonde hair walking several paces behind her and Brook. Natasha turned back forward and gazed up at Brook, being much taller than herself. Her phone began to play Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy and she began to sway to the newer beat. She noticed Brook staring at the large building before them.
   "This is gonna be so hard so fast..." Brook muttered, her voice laced with poison. Natasha knew her friend was talking about all the tests they would have to take in the next week. She smirked as she knew how to cheer up the taller female.
   "That's what she said~" Natasha quietly said. She spoke just loud enough for Brook to hear her, but not passing students. She watched her friend's face split into a wide grin before she began to giggle. As Natasha joined the giggles, the pair began laughing harder and harder. Very quickly, they were close to being doubled over in a painful laughter.
   Natasha sighed as she stood up and wiped the tears pricking her eyes from the intensity of the laughter.
   "Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name, it will be held against you~" she began singing along subconsciously.
   "You're singing out loud again Natasha." Brook said as she poked her friend's cheek. Natasha paused and blushed in embarrassment.
   "Again? Dammit..."
   Brook didn't seem to mind Natasha's unintentional habit. She knew how the music calmed her down. And she knew it helped her at work.
   Natasha kept glancing back subtly at the girl behind them. She was hiding something from the school. And the pair of girls. She nudged Brook's side with her elbow and nodded her head toward the girl. Brook nodded and used her reality perception power to reveal two, giant, black wings folded against the girl's back. They had short feathers by her body, but the further the feathers got, the longer and longer they became. The longest feather was almost 10 inches long, and they all dragged along the floor.
   Natasha smirked at Brook. She knew exactly who the girl was and what she was doing there. Natasha tapped her temple and Brook opened a telepathic link between the two.
   "What's wrong? Don't feel like speaking?"
   "No. The girl behind us. She's with her system. She's here to dispose of us. That's what the wings mean. You don't know the system do you?"
   "Not as well as you. Fill me in."
   "The system is a group of people run by a man named Idiris Finch. He's out for revenge against any powered person. He calls us freaks. Mutants. Unnatural pieces of shit. He hates us all. So of course he makes people with wings to dispose of us all. Then he takes them all to a red room. Once they've done their job, he kills them. The longer they hold out and work their job, the longer they live. She's our hunter. Of course I doubt she knows what we do."
   "Oh... that's the system... I've been assigned a hunter before. Did away with him just like the others."
   "Heh why am I not surprised?"
   "Because I'm the greatest. We need to put her in her place."
   "Agreed but that'll be hard. And all we really need to do is warn her."
   "Yeah... Natasha stop using your manipulation to make me feel bad for her!"
   "I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me"
   "Smartass."
   Natasha smirked as Brook severed the telepathic link. It felt as if a weight had been lifted. She thought it was strange, because it never felt heavy to have a telepathic link with Brook before. So unless Brook was hiding something, there was a problem on Natasha's end. One that Brook found and took back to her mind. But the only thing that Brook could have found was, the incident... or to put it more realistically, the habit that had developed in Natasha.
   Brook knew about the family problems, but not the habit. And if she did, she hadn't brought it up.
   The girls went about their normal habits for a week. They had allowed the new girl, Amaris, watch them and what they do. The second to last day before the weekend, they let her sit with them in lunch. Natasha was nervous about the whole 'socialising' thing. She was never good at that unless it was for a job. Then again, only her clients would ever talk. She just listened as they told her about her, call, for work.
   She smirked as she let a tiny tornado set Amaris' plate onto the table before her. Amaris looked shocked. Brook grinned at the wide eyed girl, who had finally sat down.
   "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."
   The girl's 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 in discomfort, causing Natasha to smirk.
   "So then let's talk." The pair spoke in sync with each other. Amaris shuddered again and swallowed thickly.
   "Look. The organisation you're with isn't what you think." Natasha filed Amaris in on the information she was not told about the system. Amaris' eyes widened even more, if it were possible, at her words. Natasha knew that Amaris understood it to be the truth.
   "Look kid, I'm not gonna lie. We kill people. To survive. Our powers make us able to. But this system you're with is using you as a hunter. Idiris Finch is not a man to trifle with. You don't want to cross him as a mutant. But to be one of his hunters. That's almost as bad. Trust me."
   "Why should I? I hardly know any more about you than what my file says. I know you have powers and now I know you're both hired hit men. So why should I trust you?"
   Natasha hung her head, almost in defeat, but was grinning and chuckling.
   "Your little file, eh? What did it tell you about my diagnosis's? Did they warn you about them? Did they warn you what happens if you cross me? You don't. You aren't warned. You know why? Everyone that has, never lived to tell the tale. I've been diagnosed as a sociopath, a psychopath, a manipulator, a maladaptive daydreamer, and a few unmemorable ones."
   Natasha raised her head to face Amaris with pure blood red eyes and a grin spread across her features. It wasn't a friendly grin either. It was a "I-can-kill-you-so-fast" grin. Brook noticed the feathers frill more than they already had been. Even she felt a slight chill that had definitely entered the lunch room. The whole cafeteria was complaining about being cold. Some welcomed the cold and the breeze that Natasha had been unintentionally causing.
   Amaris nodded her head and shyly looked at Natasha, who promptly snapped out of it and stopped the breeze. Everyone was grateful at this point for the original temperature. Brook had been suppressing a shiver, which built up so much it poured out down her whole body, causing her muscles on her arms and legs to spasm with cold. Natasha noticed and used her powers to warn Brook back up. Brook decided to read what Amaris was thinking.
   "They do care for each other. Killers or not. But they are my mission. I need to do it anyway. Don't get attached!"
   Natasha sent a warning glance at Amaris. Her eyes turned a brilliant amber and orange blend to warn her not to try any funny business.