The Indigo Children

The last day of training? Prepare your tissues for a heartbreaking separation.

Naturally, my sensitive sense caught a presence behind me, and I reached behind, grabbing whoever's arms (That felt like a damn metal pole-- only with bumps) and threw him over my shoulder. The subject for today's training landed flat on the mat, groaning as he eyed me annoyedly.

I started reaching out to him, lifting him up by his neck and throwing him to the side, and I straddled his wriggling body, executing endless punches that I had minimized in force. I swear, if I had given full power on these punches... I'm going to go to jail for murder.

Another different man lunged at me, and I kicked his stomach with my leg, got off the man and switched to kicking the other one blindly. He blocked my kick and started throwing me punches that I had dodged reflexively.

Someone held my arms back and lifted my body, the other one started aiming his fist to me. I kicked behind me, until a yelp was heard and the grip loosened-- I twisted myself away, sprinted to the man in front of me and slided trough between his legs.

Standing behind him, I pushed him down with my leg, locking his arms tight. I grabbed the mock gun from my hip and aimed it on the other man, pulled the trigger, and made a bright red LED light up on his training vest-- indicating that he was already shot.

His expression dropped, and he shook his head at me before standing at the edge of the training mat in defeat. The second mock bullet was fired to the man I was currently handling, and yet another red LED lit up.

"Aw, man!" He groaned, and I rolled off him, laughing furiously. I started dragging him to the side of the mat to join his buddy, urging him to do better next time. "I am getting better. You are the one stronger than me!" Said the man with muscles as big as apples and skin as hard as Edward Cullen's to the 11 year old girl, her height barely reached his shoulder, and a hand as dainty as silk.

"Oh, don't be discouraged," I cackled, giving a playful punch to his sweaty arm. He jerked away, and his friend rolled his eyes at him. I threatened to try a new strategy of fight, and I earned a batch of disagreeing sentences. I continued to argue until they scratch their head in irritation.

Until a cold hand pressed on my bare shoulder, and a deafening whistle rang throughout the training hall. Ended already? But we started at exactly 9-- I glanced at the watch.

10:15 PM.

Oh went my thoughts, and I shrugged free from the grip on my shoulder, turning around with my palms wiping sweat on my training trousers. Dark violet pupils stared at me, or more like, into my soul because whoever owned those eyes didn't blink nor look away after a minute had passed. But that's just how his brain works- just stare at someone you want to talk to and creep them out.

Genius.

My hearing caught the sound of the two men I had trained with earlier as they shuffled on their feet, muttered their goodbyes to me and left the hall with a loud creak from the entrance- or the exit, whichever you please.

"Are you done? They told us to gather together in the Conference Room."

Okay, first of all, have you ever heard of a super charming and popular actor that stars in dramas, have a fantastic role, and can make every girl (And boys, too) swoon over his magnificent Hollywood smile in a blink of an eye? Let's say Logan Lerman. Taylor Lautner. Zac Efron. You name it.

And second, a voice so angelic that even a rock would melt into... I don't know... sand? Say, Edward Cullen. And Edward Cullen. And Edward Cullen. And Edwa-- Okay, let's just say I've no other examples.

Third, --Oh gosh, this is getting exciting-- a strength that could make a perfectly trained agent go into a coma for a decade?

Fourth, amazing, unusual eyes that can paralyze your soul, freeze your heart and make you look at him- and only him in more than 10 minutes time unless he interrupts you and look away?