The Protectors | Protector Series AU 0.1

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

       Every single day of my life, I felt different from everyone around me. They were all strong and brave and quick to think. And me? 

       I was the complete opposite.

       I hated going out on missions. I hated training with any weapon, even my weapon of choice that I had been training with for years. I especially hated when one of the missions included killing someone.

       Most of my time, my dad was considerate towards how I felt being part of the Protector Circle. In fact, if it wasn't by birth and it was all by choice, he would be completely fine if I didn't join the Protector Circle.

       Too bad I was born into it.

       And it sucked because I definitely believed in what the Protector Circle stood for. We protected both humans and supernaturals, mainly from each other. We kept the humans safe and clueless of the mythical world around them.

       I wanted everyone to stay safe, but I couldn't handle the way we had to do it at times.

       There hadn't been much missions for the Protectors around my age of seventeen -almost eighteen- so most of the time we were scheduled for training.

       And I hated it.

       I would much rather have one on one training with my brother Tony, but he was currently on a mission right now since he just had to be four years older than me and be allowed to go on missions.

       Not that I would want to go on one anyway.

       But as of right now, I would much rather be on a mission than train with the people around my age, including my ex-best friend Belle and her boyfriend Devon.

       They weren't really fond of me and tried bothering me every single chance they got.

       If I us Protectors were allowed to hurt each other, I probably would have done it by now.

       Or not since I didn't like hurting anyone.

       Every Protector developed a special ability when they were young, ranging from super strength to telekinesis. Anything was possible.

       Once a Protector developed their ability, they were allowed to choose a weapon that they would train with and use during missions. I chose one I thought was easy.

       Well, not for me apparently.

       I probably just had horrible aim because after eleven years, I had never hit a bulls-eye during practice. Or on missions. I hit my target, but never where I actually aimed to.

       Belle and Devon were standing off to the side in the training room, watching with amused smiles as I was attempting over and over again to get at least one bulls-eye.

       After my probably twentieth missed, I got fed up with their chuckling so I looked over at them. "Don't you have anything better to do?" I asked.

       "Not really, no," Belle said. "We're the two strongest Protectors at our age, so we don't even have to practice. We're just passing time watching you fail miserably. Sometimes, we even wonder why you're a Protector."

       "Because there's this thing called being born into the Protectors," I said. "If you're born with an ability, you're a Protector."

       "Yes, but they should keep the weak ones out of the Protector Circle," Devon said. "People like you are only going to drag us down and probably get others killed. Like Ben."