The G.I.F.T academy

The G.I.F.T. academy chapter8

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He held out his hand to me. But I didn't take it. Instead, I got up without his help. "We're done. Send in Freya" he said as I walked out the door. I told Freya that it was her turn and showed her where the secret door was (which I wasn't supposed to do.) I went up to my room and stood in the middle of the room. The walls were my favourite colour: green. Then I felt it. I didn't feel like I was alone in my room. I walked slowly to the desk making it look like I was just going to sit down and do some English work that was in Spanish.

I grabbed the chair, turned around and pushed it in the direction of the person who was in my room. He moved to the side and the chair smashed into the wall. He smiled at me. "These are for you" he said as he held out flowers for me. I looked into his hazel eyes, "You know this. And you know me." He moved closer to me and took off his hat, running a hand through his short, auburn hair. I took the flowers from him and looked at them. My eyes widened.

I knew these flowers. I knew every flower on this planet. Even the weeds. And I knew them all because of Marcus.

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Marcus handed me a deep blueish purple flower that had about 6 petals and an orangey-yellowish ring around the centre of it. I looked up at him and saw that he was smiling down at me. It was the third month I've been here. Most guys would have gotten girls roses, flowers they knew. Not one that was completely foreign to her! "Um, thank you. What flower is it?" I asked twisting it in my hand. He didn't answer me for some time. I looked back up at him. His eyes were closed. "Marcus?"  

"You have to guess."  

I twisted the flower again looking at it from every angle. What kind of flower could it be? We went out to dinner; we weren't allowed to leave the G.I.F.T. at night by ourselves. But since they knew that Marcus was faster and stronger than any of us, they let him go out whenever he wanted to. (And also because he was a werewolf. You wouldn't want a werewolf near you when it's a full moon.)

Later that night, I looked it up on Google and found out that the name of the flower he gave me was called 'forget me not'. Ever since that first date with him, he gave me a different flower every time we went on a date. And he never told me what the flower's name was.

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The flowers were' Goldenrod', which meant: Be cautious, immortal flower: Unfading remembrance, forget me not: Don't forget me and trumpet flower: Separation. I stared at him, at the word the flowers spelled out, G.I.F.T. "Come with me" said his hazel eyes. He turned around and walked out of my room. Without skipping a beat, I followed him. I might not have known who. He was but he was from the G.I.F.T. so I trusted him enough to follow him.

We went through a wooden door that was behind a book shelf. The inside of the room was dusty and disgusting. I kept my distance, just in case he felt like turning on me. He opened another door, that was smaller and the inside was even worse than the first one. I sneezed, because there were too many spider webs. We went through a few more doors in absolute silence. Then, he stopped walking, making me stop walking as well. My body tensed as I waited a few inches away from him to start walking. "This way Cecilia" he hissed at me and started to run. My body was shacking and I had no clue why. I forced my body to run and I ran as fast as I could. The next thing I knew was that I was in the room Marcus was in. The man I was following was there looking at me. I didn't even see Marcus until he was in front of me.

My heart started to pound as I hugged him tight. "We need to leave right now!" hissed the man. Marcus let go of me and we started off running again. We were running for some time. I wasn't slow, but then again compare me to 2 6 feet something guys, I kind of was. Marcus picks me up and starts to run with me. Then he gently swung me onto his back. I held on tight. Who was a faster runner, a vampire or a werewolf? I didn't know.

Then it happened again. We were frozen; all of our senses were completely gone. We were completely vulnerable to whoever was doing this to us. Then I could see again. I blinked my eyes, started to feel a headache coming." Elhagyása nélkül nekünk?"(Leaving without us?) Said a familiar voice in Hungarian. It was the new base teacher. The man answered him in Italian," No, non si capisce. Siamo stati solo andando alla macchina." (No, of course not. We were just going to the car.) "Parliamo di questo in seguito. Al momento, abbiamo bisogno di partire."(Let's talk about this later. Right now, we need to leave.) Marcus said back to them both in Italian. We started running again, taking the hallways that looked too old for anyone to use them.

Then all of a sudden we were outside. We rounded to the back and Marcus let me down. My legs fell asleep and I fell against Marcus. He caught me and helped me back up. A black Lamborghini came fast and silently in front of us. We all got in. I didn't notice that the teacher brought someone with him. I was sitting in between Marcus and the person the base teacher brought with him. We were at least a couple of km away when Marcus yelled "În venire" (in coming.) I turned my head and looked back to see the emo girl sliding on ice behind us. A man with black hair and black eyes came running and sliding behind the girl. Her hands were in front of her as they, made a path out of ice for her.

They kept getting closer and closer even though we were almost doing 200 km per an hour. I turned back around as Mr. Base (that's what I'm going to call him now) stuck his hands and head out of his window. I turned back around just out of curiosity. They froze; Mr. Base was doing the same thing he did to us, making them completely vulnerable. Even though there were no cars, no people out here. We drove off with them fading into the background, still frozen.

Hours later, the man we've been following stopped the car. We all got out of the car and followed the man into the woods. There was a house, that was huge and all the windows were blocked. The outside of it was white and looked like something from Italy or something. "Is this a safe house?" I asked. Then the man turned around with a big smile on his face. I stared at him blankly, and then he changed. From a man with hazel eyes and auburn hair to one that had light brown hair and green eyes. It was Cole. "Cole?" I said in disbelief. "Fooled you didn't I? I am getting really good at my gift" he said as he ran a hand through his hair. "How did you-""Like I said. I'm getting better and better at my gift." "Well, since we are showing our true self now, I think I should do the same" said Mr. Base. He turned to the girl he brought with him and she sighed. His black hair turned brown and his green eyes turned a pale blue. It was Mr. Lasco, I turned to the girl and she smiled at me weakly.

"I'm Kaitlin. My gift is that I can change how I look and how others do too. And return them back to their original self's" said her eyes. "So you're kind of like what Cole is? A shape shifter?" I asked her as we went inside. The place had to be a safe house. She nodded her head, "something like that." Marcus put his arm around my waist and led me upstairs. It was like he knew this place by heart. "How do you know this place so fast?" I blurted out. He laughed his sexy laugh. "Because it's one of my parent's houses. I used to come up here every year ever since I was about, 6." We were in front of a deep purple door now. He turned the knob and the door opened. I didn't know much about Marcus's parents because whenever I brought them up he would just close his eyes and start kissing me, trying to distract me (which worked every time.)

We walked into the room. The walls were covered in a light green colour. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room with a matching green blanket. "You must be tired" he whispered in my ear. I looked up at Marcus. I wasn't really tired but Marcus was. He had bags under his blue eyes that were starting to get worse; his skin looked a bit paler as well.

I stretched and we got into his bed. After a few minutes I could hear Marcus softly, breathing. I wanted to get out of the bed; I NEEDED to get out of the bed. But, if I did Marcus would wake up and he really needs the rest... Sometimes, I wish I had a different gift that would be more useful than being able to read people's minds but no. I stayed in the bed thinking about what Mr. Lasco meant about 'what if it was the only one you truly trusted?' was it because he had to play by his cover or was he trying to tell me something? And if he was trying to tell me something, then was he saying that Marcus wasn't who he said or looks to be? That he was actually the pretender? I turned myself and looked at my sleeping boyfriend. At his peaceful face. He couldn't be the trader...Could he?

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