Supernatural Habits

Brook

   Brook glanced at Natasha, who's eyes had almost just been hazel, now a furious form of amber and orange. She knew what it meant, of course. Natasha was pissed. A hunter found them. And it didn't seam like she was going to listen. Just like the others. Then again, why should she? Amaris was the hunter. Natasha and Brook were the killers. Amaris had no reason to listen to them. They hadn't given her a reason to anyways.
   Amaris looked like she regretted coming to the table. She was almost trembling, and her feathers frilled more than usual. Her eyes darted in between Brook and Natasha, finally resting upon the brunette rather than the dirty blonde. Natasha was raging. Her eyes were changing from amber to a misty grey again, and the room temperature began to fluctuate.
   Amaris wrapped her wings around herself for heat, just as Brook rested her hand on Natasha's knee. Natasha's eyes remained a grey, but they slowly began fading to blue, and the room temperature remained at a steady, welcoming warmth. Natasha's thoughts instead became plagued and burdened with the anger she had felt, the anger that had previously infested the room they were in. Brook put her index finger onto Natasha's temple and released a calming emotion. She listened in to Natasha's thoughts as they calmed down.
   Once Natasha was more stable, Brook removed her hand from her friend's knee. Natasha refused to tear her sights from Amaris. Brook knew that Natasha was still uptight about the hunters presence. Suddenly the hunter stood, breaking any fear she may have felt toward the two girls.
   "Well. Now you listen to me. I don't care what happens to the others. I'm not like them. My job is to take you out and terminate you. And that's what I am going to do. I'm going to do my job and get rid of you. You're killers. Hired to take out any mark you're given. I'm doing this world a favour by killing you, instead of letting you take other innocent lives." Natasha smirked and chuckled, shooting a grin at Brook.
   "Taking a life... taking your own life. Such a strange phrase. Taking life from who? When you're done with it it's not you who will miss it. It's everyone else. Life isn't yours to take. So keep your hands off it. What we do, we don't take lives. We give them." Brook decided to step in now.
   "We are hired to kill people who we have found guilty of trying to kill others. We kill people planning to wipe innocents off the face of the earth. We're able to save lives, by wiping one. The people we kill, they don't keep their hands off lives, they try to take them from people. So we do the innocents a favour and we take out the people trying to take the people that they care about. So no matter what you say, we're going the right thing."
   Amaris stood staring at the two killers. Brook linked their minds to hers again. "How is it possible for them to kill people and not think of themselves as killers? Sure the people they kill are bad, but that's no excuse for them to think of themselves as such a high and mighty force of genetic engineering. There is nothing they can do or say that can excuse this."
   Brook grinned and looked at Natasha, who nodded her head in recognition of Amaris' thoughts.
   "I know we're not innocent. Not the best people either," Brook began," but we are good people. We're not great. We're not perfect either. But we do what we can. And it is what it is."
   "And what it is is shit." Natasha mumbled to herself. Tears had begun to form in her eyes, now turning a glassed over, faded blue. Brook rested a hand on her friend's shoulder. She knew what Amaris was going to bring up next. It wouldn't be good for Natasha.
   "Don't play innocent. Don't act like I don't know about your families. Your past. Natasha your life started off well enough. Kind loving family. Oldest one. Then your brother came along a year after you. He was fun wasn't he? Till he was around 4. That's when the seizures started. Now he's dying of epilepsy isn't he. And then 7 years after you, your sister came along. She quickly became the favourite. Your mother's lock screens and password were specific to your sister. No matter what you do, you can't escape the bullying your siblings put you through. And being the oldest in the family, immediate and extended, you're the most pressured. The experiment child, if you will. And now look at you. A freak. Genetic mutation. How did you even become this thing? How did you go from a normal girl, to this train wreck, genetic, freak. We all know about it. It wasn't even in the file, about your family. The thing is, the whole school knows. It was the first thing I was told when I got here. Not 'hey welcome to our school', not 'hi how are you', but all about your family. All about your problems at home. Natasha, everything you want to hide, we all know. The whole school. The town. Everyone. No matter how much you try to hide it."
   Natasha was in tears and did not hold them back any further. She let them stream down her cheeks as her eyes changed through a multitude of colours. Brook stood and shoved the chair back as she did so.
   "That's enough! You don't know what it's like to be her! You don't understand the problems she goes through! There are nights when I stay up with her, just talking through our phones, just to make sure she's safe. No matter how tired I get, I won't stop helping her through these nights. I can't use my powers to alter what's reality for her, I've tried! No matter what though, I can be here to support her!"
   An energy formed around Brook, as black smoke rose up around her. She glared at Amaris in anger and frustration. She could not comprehend the gall of the female in front of her to bring up the family problems Natasha had.
   Amaris spread her wings and slightly reached a hand toward her ankle, moving to the blade hidden in an ankle holster. The blade was specially crafted by Idiris Finch for this exact purpose. Killing the systems prey. Killing the freaks. The genetic monsters. Brook recognised this motion, and took into account exactly what the knife was for. And the man who created it. Idiris' weaponry was not for the systems prey to trifle with.
   Brook glared daggers into Amaris' own. She felt the burning pain she had grown used to in the past, on her shoulder blades, and her fingers. She watched as the forest green dragon wings sprouted from her back, the skin painfully ripping and tearing, muscle fighting muscle to make room for the powerful wings. Her fingers grew into ten scythe like blades, sharper than any knife made by man. She looked up from the blood staining the floor beneath her to Amaris, who was watching in wonder and awe. Brook was able to see the ends of the wings glint with special scales, made for slicing, through the corner of her eyes. She flexed her hands at the new weight and rolled her shoulders.
   Amaris drew her knife and Brook set up a reality perception barrier around the three females. Amaris swiftly took a small dart gun from her pocket and shot Natasha with a tranquilliser dart before she could prepare herself for battle. Brook furrowed her brow. She knew Amaris was a well made hunter. One who wanted to enjoy killing the two girls. Brook cracked her knuckles and moved her legs into a ready position, ready to pounce, or to plant herself. Amaris smirked and sprung toward her, knife at the ready.