The Brothers

19 - {Impure Rebel}

~Flashback! Young Zinnalan's POV~

"Here's the deal, we'll see how the boys have progressed, okay?" Orsaraoh, or Orlando now, told me and Kabshiel, known as Christian now during the mission. We nodded. He continued, "Good. If either of you break the agreement, you know what will happen. Don't disappoint me."

Orsaraoh was actually the youngest among the three of us, but he still managed to sound threatening, especially in a useless meat-suit of a human child. Kabshiel always follows his orders like a dog, so I call him chew-toy, saying I call him that out of love. He obviously sees through my bullcrap.

We parted ways when we heard the first bell ring. Missed the first couple of minutes of class, but who cares? We weren't going to stay in that school watching over the little brats forever. I think.

I walked in, looking through each window of each classroom to get to my own. I took a slight breath when I finally came across my room, turning the doorknob to get in. Since that didn't work, meaning it was most likely locked, I knocked. The teacher inside, a woman wearing a purple dress all the way down to her feet, said something I didn't hear and got up from her desk, and opening the door for me.

I walked inside and hurriedly took my seat next to Liam, or I would have if I didn't realize my pencils and such were no longer in my desk. "They're right there," one of the students pointed down by my feet, a bunch of art utensils spilled out of the box I keep them in. "you should really keep an eye on your stuff, huh?" they laughed.

I crouched down and started picking up my things, ignoring the teacher's warning to sit in my seat and worry about it later or whatever. Looking up, I saw Liam on his knees and helping me pick up my belongings. "Sorry, Steven. They're being them." I smiled at the fact he was being a good friend, and took them, sitting in my chair again and putting the art box back in my desk.

"Thanks Liam," I whispered.

"Anything for a friend," he whispered back. I didn't even care I was breaking Orsaraoh's order from the beginning. Liam's a really good kid, and a really trustworthy one. The teacher clapped her hands and shut everyone up when she returned to her desk, and filing papers.

The day felt like it was longer than I thought it normally was, and I was quickly becoming good friends with Liam again. I didn't care at all about what Orsaraoh or Kabshiel would say about me being disobedient, I was nearly positive they'd completely understand.

Nearly.

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Children were piling out of the entire school and screaming happily, or what I was hoping was in joy? Human children can be odd sometimes, if you ask me.

I was walking beside Liam and actually getting to know things I didn't get to know about him way before, and we were really getting along! Until I saw two, familiar blonds running my way. I told Liam I'd hang out with him tomorrow again, waving, while he got on his own bus. Kabshiel looked around to make sure the coast was clear and picked me up by my shirt, his eyes going white.

"You broke the deal. You're no follower of God."

I frowned at that. Just because I wanted to make a friend by being disobedient didn't make me any less or any more of a follower. "What the heck are you saying, Kabshi?" I asked, looking hurt and insulted. "Didn't the bible say-"

Kabshiel gripped a little tighter. Orsaraoh took his turn to speak, glaring right at me with his own pair of white eyes, "Don't give me that crap," he removed two balls from his backpack, and I already knew what he was going to do. Kabshiel lets go and Orsaraoh handed me the first one, which turned to a dull shade of grey.

He was using a kind of aura orb on me. That kind determines whether someone is a 'rebel' or a 'follower', so someone trustworthy or someone that can harm another being. Then, taking the orb away from me and becoming a light color instantly as it touched Orsaraoh's hands, I was given the other orb. Another aura orb, but we called it the soul orb.

The soul orb, when used on someone or something, takes away its soul. The soul is the core of a follower or a rebel, and it is what the aura represents usually.

"You're impure, -------. Your soul will be sent to hell and you will be banished from heaven for sinning against the Lord." I rolled my ways, but I knew how serious they were. Not even letting time go to waste, I collapsed to the ground and went entirely limp. My eyes turned grey, and a pure, white smoke flew out of my body. My aura.

A follower's aura changes from person to person, depending how corrupted or sinful their soul has become. If they are not a sinner or not that big of one, they have a light aura within them. The last thing I saw was Orsaraoh and Kabshiel, staring at my aura inside of the orb. Then everything went dark.