Cleos's POV
"Ooooooooooh shwiney" I said, as they gave me metal hand cuffs. They look at me, wondering if I really am this person that they're looking for, since I'm so easily distracted. I manage to slip the hand cuffs off because of my tiny wrists, and hold them up to the celling lights. "Shwwwwwwwwwwwwineeeeeeey"
"So, could you tell us about the others?"
"Sure! One's a stripper, ones a rapist, ones a moron, and the other two are nice. That's all Cleo says you need to know about them! Now let Cleo go back to her shwiney things!!" They didn't question me again for the moment, thinking probably how old did they say she was? and a whole bunch of other things. I had this down.
"So your name is Cleo?"
"No! Cleo calls Cleo Cleo. Cleo doesn't know you, so you must treat Cleo with all most upright respect. Cleo is not some toy, or joke, Cleo is Cleo. And Cleo demands to be left alone and doens't want you to ask Cleo any more questions!" The men looked at each other, probably thinking something along the lines of who taught her to talk in third person fluently?
"then what is-"
"Cleopatra, like the queen! Cleo doesn't like the name, so Cleo calls Cleo Cleo! Although the others call Cleo 'Miss. Shwiney the thief', even though Cleo isn't a thief, although Cleo likes shwiney things". Their looks made them wonder how old was I, yet looking slightly annoyed by me.
Riza's POV
Dammit
The useless struggle of having them hold me down with no escape was exhausting. I couldn't burn them, and they looked pleased with my efforts.
"You just don't give up, Theresa, do you?" One of the main men asked, the others letting me go in a room with steel walls, with a glass window about three stories up.
"You, just like the pain and misery of others? Don't ya?" I asked, whipping blood off my forehead where I'd gotten beaten. I threw my right blood covered hand out, signaling that I'd fight, and I was not one you wanted to mess with, but the man just laughed, mocking me.
"You really think you can take me out? All you're little friends are suffering" he paused for a moment, "Except for that weird one, Cleo is it? Is she really the girl you seek? She seems-"
"If. You. Lay. Your. Fvcking. Hands. On. Any. Of. My. Friends. I'll. Fvcking. KILL. YOU!" I shouted, as I get whipped. The walls close in, and I scream.
It makes me wanna scream that's this is all I get, compared to the others, who god knows what's happening to them.
"The thing is, you can't escape, only a combination of all magic elements at a high level would be able to break it, which we will be able to use after we find out all you guy's little secrets" My mind snapped to Alagretto. He might not chose death over the answers. But then, suddenly, I remembered a poem I wrote when I was younger,
My heart
it's like a blazing fire
that's blazing out of control, which only I can tame
My spirit
it's a blowing wind
Almost like a hundred hurricanes
My words
they're like a river
they can be rapids or flowing gently
My mind
It's like the earth
the gentle rolling hills, and the the harsh deserts
My eyes
Are the light
Always seeking for the truth, and the lies that I hide behind
My ears
are the darkness
for when they hear, their beauty can be misunderstood
I don't remember the rest, but that was part of it. And I also remember reading somewhere that I was infused with the other powers, because they felt that my powers weren't working....I just never brought it up, because I felt bad to the others because I was unique, when really, if I think about it now, I'm a beast.
"My heart," I started, remembering what my mother did after she found this. She riped it to shreds, after looking at me, for actually writing in pen, because she couldn't erase it. She shredded it, also. Apparently, when I wrote anything that had any of those lines in it, she would shred it, and put it in a bag, which she hid. There was something fishy about them. "it's a blazing fire. That's blazing out of control, which only I can tame. My spirit, it's a blowing wind. Almost like a hundred hurricanes. My words, they're like a river. They can be rapids or flowing genitally. My mind, It's like the earth. The gentle rolling hills, and the the harsh deserts. My eyes, Are the light. Always seeking for the truth, and the lies that I hide behind. My ears, are the darkness. For when they hear, their beauty can be misunderstood." My voice was shaky, but strong. Soon, a circle of fire appeared around me, and the other elements, shot out from me, as I glew a silvery color.
Alagretto's POV
Miss. Shwiney the thief, and I, were put into a room with no oxygen. I was using water to get oxygen, and she was using her shwiney things to heal herself, so she'd have oxygen. Both ways would only be sufficient for so long.
Suddenly, I lost all control of water.
The water fell around me, and I held my breath, looking at Cleo. I couldn't bring it back, I just couldn't. Cleo then lost her shwiney powers, as she held her breath, looking at me.
WTFH was going on?!
Riza's POV
"What the-WHAT THE HELL?!" The lead man shouted, as I was almost thinking the same thing, using all I had to concentrate, as I held my hands together, one on top of the other. The building exploded, and all that was left after the explosion, was the ruins of the building, bones, and my friends.
"What happened?" Everyone asked, as I stopped glowing, falling to my knees. Alagretto and the others ran over, as He caught me, before falling to the ground.
"Riza, are you-"
"We need...to...get....out...of her....get on a public plane.....to anywhere....just make sure we leave....fast...." I say, before blacking out in Alagrettos' arms.
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The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.
Losowe***UNEDITED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*** 6 kids The government Several Murderers And the fight for survival This is the Specially Talented Force Riza never wanted any of this. She just wanted a life different from the one she has now. Aly wanted a...
