The Cyborgs

Chapter One

*the pic is of Faith*

I feel someone shove me, and I slam into the locker in front of me, which just happened to be mine.

I hear the stupid jock laugh at me, "whatcha gonna do Freaky Faith?"

Turning to face the dumb jock, I start muttering a spell to literally zap his ass.

"Turraing leictreachais statach," I knew my eyes changed from their usual light green to an unnatural bright blue when his smug smirk dropped, "an namhaid..."

Before I could finish my spell, I feel a pair of hands turn me around, so I was facing a familiar pair of piercing cobalt blue eyes. The person was my best friend, Leigh-Ann. My spell fizzles out, and Leigh-Ann proceeds to chew my ass about controlling my temper.

I hear the jock laugh, I look at him and quickly mutter my zapping spell, "Turraing leictreachais statach an namhaid os mo chomhair."

Leigh-Ann didn't know what happened until the jock was rolling on the floor, yowling in pain.

I telekinetically open my locker door, grab what I need, shut the door, and walk to my first class with Leigh-Ann chewing my ass the entire way.

Maybe I should explain some things. For one, I'm a witch, in case you haven't figured it out yet. I come from a long line of witches. I inherited all my powers from my mom's side, my dad was just a werewolf. Even though they mixed the bloodlines, I'm a witch, like the rest of the women in my family. That's just how it works.

Two, I go to a school designed to teach people the fine art of combat. Even though I'm the best fighter here, I'm not very popular, and I prefer it to stay that way. All I need are my two best friends, Leigh-Ann and Winter.

Three, the school I go to accepts students from all walks of life. Werewolf, pixie, faerie, witches, vampires, humans, and tons more. Leigh-Ann is a faerie, which contrary to popular belief, are not little pixie-like creatures. She's taller than me, which is saying a lot because the witches of my family are the descendants of the most powerful Amazonian priestesses. Plus Amazonian priestesses were the first witches. Winter is a pixie, but she isn't half an inch tall, well most the time anyway.

Anyway, back to my first class; spells. Both Leigh-Ann and Winter were in this class as well, because Fae and pixies can use some magic. Their talents vary, some are healers, others are fighters, and very few are prophets.

Witches talents vary as well, some are healers, fighters, some have more than one talent. It all depends on who you're related to. Since I'm one of the few related to a very powerful Amazonian priestess, even though the bloodline is what some would call diluted, I'm a very powerful witch.

Leigh-Ann, Winter, and I are standing around talking when the bell rings. The teacher, who I swear hates me, walks in and tells us to sit down and shut up. There is rustling of feet and scooting of chairs, then complete silence. Mrs. Hilton, the teacher, has put silence spells on this class before. She's made it clear she won't hesitate to do it again.

Like me Mrs. Hilton is a descendant of an Amazonian priestess, although her ancestor wasn't quite as powerful as mine. Not to sound snotty or anything, it's just the truth. Maybe that's why she doesn't like me, because I'm more powerful than she is. That's a terrible reason, but that's why most people here treat me like they do. They're afraid of me, well except for Leigh-Ann and Winter. For that I'm extremely grateful.

Mrs. Hilton's voice cuts through my internal monologue, "Mrs. Rose, can you tell me the answer?"

I look up, and my brain helps me out, "yes. You would use an illusion to distract your enemy so you can sneak around him or her to rescue the prisoner."

Okay, a perk to being a powerful witch, even if you're not paying attention in class your mind will help out. I figured this out my first month here, so I usually sit in class either writing or doodling.

Today, I was writing:

Smoke filled the air. It was hot, and fires were blazing everywhere. Feet were rhythmically thundering down the street.

It was an army of cyborgs intent on destroying everything in the little town I call home.