Majinxes (Paused)

Are we having fun yet?

I sighed as I watched my mother drive away...Without me. "Honestly mom." Not that I was surprised. I stood and threw my empty cup into a recycling bin. Vaguely aware of someone shouting. No? More than one person. I looked up, scanning the area slowly until I saw a group of people shouting. There was a flash of a familiar shade of ginger. "Quartz?" I walked as quietly as I could until I could make out the shouting. "What's wrong? Don't like the idea that your entire family is evil?~" The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I growled. I heard a loud crack as Quartz smacked the guy who spoke. His whole arm made of steel. "Oooo. That is going to hurt." The person who he had smacked yelled wordlessly and went to hit him as well. I acted quickly and held the boy back. "I suggest. You stop before you do something. That will make me do something that I will not regret. At least not till tomorrow." I muttered the last part to Quartz. "Who the fuck are you!" The adolescent ripped his hand out of my own. "I am your worst nightmare." I got right in his face. My eyes glowed menacingly. "An overprotective older sister with no respect for that sign." I pointed at a sign that had a huge X over a magic symbol. Meaning it was a no magic area. Cliche? Yes, but effective. I could see the blood drain from his face. "Run!!" The whole group scattered as I straightened. Quartz stood silently behind me. "I had it covered Crystal." He skulled a bit as I looked at him with a semi knowing look. "Ya sure, you did Q." I smacked his arm a bit. "Let's go home."

Quartz walked slowly, with his hair covering his face. I had to push him away from cars, mailboxes, other people, and random junk on the sidewalk. It was getting annoying. "Alright, that's it." I pushed his hair up and stared into his gray eyes. "What is your damage, chicken sandwich." He looked away, fidgeting with his fingers. "It's just that, what the boys were saying..." My eyes narrowed slightly while I crossed my arms. "About our family being evil?" He nodded slowly. A faint blush grew on his face. "It's just." Quartz looked into my eyes. "We hear that they murdered people and did horrible things." I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. "Quartz Jasper Stone. Who was telling you that? Humans and Missy? The humans don't like how much pull our family really has. And Missy is bitter after her mom died during the-" I quickly shut my mouth before I crossed an invisible line. "Never mind. Just- Don't listen to them ok? We aren't evil, our parents aren't murders." I rubbed his hair a bit. Though, how much of what I said was correct? I don't believe them to be evil but they haven't been transparent about there past. Something pulled at the back of my mind. 'I need to ask mom about this.' I rubbed my ear while I looked in the direction of the school. "Go home, Quartz. I have some things to do." He nodded and ran off. I turned in the direction of the school.

It didn't take long to run to school. Though speaking to my mother would prove difficult. Caution tape circled around my school as well as dozens of cops. I walked up to Catherine and tapped her shoulder. She looked down at me, in slight surprise. "Oh, hello Crystal." Her eyes darted around quickly before returning her attention to me. "Do you need something?" I scratched my cheek. "Well, I wish to speak to my mother." Her eyes widened a bit. "Ah, do you even know what is going on here! You are-" "Catherine." My mother stepped out of the ground. As if it was just water instead of solid rock and dirt. "She is my daughter. I will deal with her." I felt sweat drip down my face. "Come with me, Crystal." I nodded a bit as the ground opened up for me. My mother was long gone when I jumped down the hole.

I slid down the hole for when felt like hours until I reached the bottom. It was pretty warm down here. I looked around and saw my mothers glowing hair moving chunks of dirt around. My hair began glowing as well, making a circle of light around me. "You wished to speak to me?" I watched my mother slowly build up the ground below our feet. "Something is bothering me." There was a faint hum, encouraging me to continue. "Something that the humans said to Quartz. About how you and dad are murders" She looked over her shoulder at me. A brow quirked up. "That made me realize that I've never heard you talk about your past, nor where you are originally from. Along with the others." I lowered my head a bit while scratching my ear. The air was tense as my mother turned around. Her face was set in a hard stare. "Why do you want to know." I looked into her eyes but I couldn't read them. Though I could see pain. Was it because of me? I felt an immense amount of guilt, shifting my gaze away from her. "I'm... Sorry."

The silence hung in the air like a knife, ready to strike. My mother didn't move. As if she was made out of the stone around us. I turned around to leave but I hear a faint sound. A hand was placed on my shoulder. "Listen. I should have... I should have told you. I just-" She sighed heavily as she sat down on the ground. "I'm not good at this whole mother thing. I don't know what to tell you and what not to." I looked at her as she sat in the dirt with her hands gripping the sides of her face. "I wanted to tell you but," She looked up at me in the eyes. I could see all her emotions easily now. Fear, anger, terror, sorrow, and guilt. "I didn't want you to fear me or be angry. Nor Quartz." I sat down on the ground with my mother. Willing to listen to her. "I guess, I should begin at, well, the beginning."

~~~~~A long time ago~~~~~

It all started a long, long time ago. In a land call Hestauma that no longer exists. That was where I was born as well as most Majinxes. During that time there was a war going on and Majinxes were hidden away in dungeons as well as the magically gifted. Fearing that they would be used against the country. That is until an evil man had a horrid plan.

His real name escapes me but they called him, Doctor Ivanstein. He was as mad as he was cruel. He got permission from the King and government to use the youngest Majinxes for the ultimate weapons that would win them the war. However. Playing with genetic magic is as dangerous as one would expect. He had more than forty children to test on. Each of varying ages. From years to months. Some had only known the confines of there cells their whole lives. Others pined after the thin hope that someone would help them or even get to see the sun again.

Other the year the children became less and less sane under the harsh conditions and Ivanstein was being pressured to produce the war machine that he had promised long ago. Against the best judgment of his more sane assistants, he gave them the second oldest Majinx that had shown to thrive on the battle. Though, due to the testing. She was by far,

The most u̸n̸s̸t̶a̵b̷l̶e̴ of the group.