The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

To Where...?

Alagretto's POV

Riza. She herself was....Unique. Yeah, that's the word to describe her. Unique. She was different rhen the rest of us. Yet, we all were powerful, but she had something about her, that I could not figure out. She kept looking at her hands, as if they changed into something, like a rabbit. I don't know what's her problem, that is, untill I found the journals of her father, before she burnt them. The ones she had left, or she made the ashes of them change back into the notebooks. I read them, while she slept.

The yellowed crisp pages had no lines, but the ink was smeared with tears, and fingerprints, as if tears fell on them. It was sorta hard to make out, but the point was clear. Most of them were on Riza, but some were overall overviews, and I found one on all of us.

There even was one that had more tears, and blue lines, that were smeared so much with the purple pen, it was hard to tell the semi-sloppy writting in the purple pen, from the actual lines from the notebook that smeared. It was definitly Riza's handwritting. Her sloppy handwritting wasn't hard to make out, it just was written in all different languages. Mostly english, but it had some others in it, too.

Anything in there, it was like a summary, or report, on everything that she could do, or did, like takeing notes on all of us, as if we were test subjects, even treating herself as one, in her writting. She rarely called herself by her name. She just, it was hard to explain. She sometimes just journaled, others, were things about her powers, and abilities, and what she did.

I shut the notebooks, for I had seen enough, leaving them where I found them. They scared me, because it explained everything they did to us, and what they did differently to Riza.

Cleo's POV

The next morning, the day of our departrture, the moron, stripper, and rapiist, all gathered around Riza and Aly, to discuss where we would go next, because all of us were wanting for someone to name a place that we should go.

No one could decide, so I stood up and shouted "Cleo says we all should tale turns picking where we go. Starting with Aly!"

Everyone looked at Aly. It was up to her to choose.