I woke to the door slamming. The front door, meaning I was up early. Before 6, which is when I usually got up. I got up and slipped off my pajamas and replaced them with Nike Pro shorts and a Nike bra. I dipped down the stairs immediately glancing at the stove to see the time. It read 5:24. Good. I tugged on my shoes and ran out the front door to begin my jog to school. My name is Métis. Yep pronounced, MAY-TEES. Never been anything more or less. I had a premonition about today. I could feel it in my wounds. For all of my 17 years I've trained. My aunt taught me to fight, I have never known why I was pushed to fight but in a way, I loved it. I don't fight for sport. I know so many different types of fighting. Some would say my childhood was that of an assassins. And it was.I've endured pain no 17 year old girl should have, yet my pain was a necessity. What pushed me to keep going? I don't know. But the fire to fight burned within me like a kingdom without a king. Once I'd looped around the forest that surrounded my school several times, I finally approached the shadow that loomed beneath my school. I dashed inside after seeing the time. Shit. I ran to the locker room and showered in record time. I changed quickly into my clothes. I pretty much wore the same thing everyday in different variations. I heard the doors at the front of the school slam open and shut multiple times which meant the faculty was arriving. Like always, I took my long, curly hair, into a messy bun. My hair is literally around 26 inches long. I never cut it. Somehow it connects me to my dead mother. She looked just like me. Curly hair, slanted but averagely wide emerald eyes, full, pouty lips, thin, arched brows and a creamy brown sand complexion. I say my looks are simple, basic even. Most of my family has these attributes, except the eyes. As I sit in the library waiting for the first bell to ring I think of my Aunt's words from the night before. "Things are going to change, you'll meet people who will change you. Let them in Méy." I didn't take the conversation any further because I didn't know what to say or even think of my aunts cryptic words,but they've percolated throughout my soiled mind. Yet. I still don't know what to make of them. The bell rang, I grabbed my bag and walked through the doors. another day. My english teacher and trainer, Mr. Motinxi, signaled me over to him. He looked around and spoke in a hushed whisper.
"Ms. Métis, I do think you should go take the day off." He says
"What, No. I have a test today. In your class." I say confused.
"Today is not the day to be stubborn."
"I'm stubborn everyday...I thought you'd be used to it by now."
"Please, go to this address. As soon as possible." He says, handing me a white slip of paper.
"And if I don't?" I challenge.
"Don't find out." He threatens then walks away.
Yes, I trust him. But this is extremely suspect. It's weird, which isn't out of character for Mr. Motinxi. I walk into my free hour of the day. Im tempted to flick Kenzee Millis off when she shoots me a plastic ass smile. Instead I smile sweetly back. Kenzee hates me and the only reason she could possibly hate me for is...wait. There isn't one god dammit. I push Kenzee out of my mind and look at the sheet Mr. Motinxi gave me. It's vague somehow the directions click in my brain. I stand suddenly and asked to be excused. Mrs. Tiller grants me permission and I all but sprint out of the classroom. I take to running down the hallway and through the school doors. Once I'm outside I put the weapons I grabbed from my stash at school on my person. I wrap two knives around my stomach, I tuck my extending spear/staff in the waistline of my jeans, then finally my gun goes on the other side of my jeans. Yes, Mr. Motinxi taught me how to fight and trained me but I don't care to put my life so willingly into his hands completely. I walked quickly to the destination on the piece of paper he gave me. I takes about 15 minutes. When I get there I subtly do reckon around the entire building. It's clear. There's other people in the building, but oddly, I can't even tell how many it could be 2 or 50 for all I know. Let's hope it's 2, or 50. Either way I could whoop ass. I walk into the building and immediately, 6 eyes are on me. 4 are blue and silver, 1 is a striking blue. Almost startling, but intriguing. I canvas the area quickly. They're the only ones here as far as I can tell. As I look over their faces I widen my stance.
"Children. Calm yourselves. We're all friends here." A familiar voice tells me. I whipped my head to see Mr. Motinxi smiling like he just won the lottery.
"Tell me what the fuck is going on Motinxi. Now." I growl.
"Méy, I'd like to introduce you to Veen, Klaus, and Syn." Mr. Motinxi says perkily.
"Those aren't their real names. Please say yes."
"No, but Méy isn't yours either." He states matter of factly.
"What is their real names?" I demand quietly.
"'THEY' are standing right here." The girl says.
"Ah, yes, but I wasn't speaking to 'THEM' for a reason." I snarl in the direction of her blue and silver eyes.
"Ah ah ah, ladies get along now. We are all allies," Mr. Motinxi says "That is Synbia. Her brother," He points toward the boy with the striking blue eyes. " Is Ni'Klaus, and their cousin," He gestures to the last boy, "is Naveen."
"Great." I say crossing my arms "Now that we're all acquainted and whatnot, how about you tell me why i'm here with this family."
"How about you address us now princess. Hm? We're standing right here." The voice came from Ni'Klaus. It is smooth and silky with an accent like his sisters. It rumbles from his throat and almost leaves me speechless. Almost.
"Call me princess again and I'll make sure you can never please a girl again."
"Bold of you to assume he's into chics." Naveen says.
"You're right, My bad. I'll make sure you can never please anyone ever again."
Naveen burst into laughter, like doubled over in it. I cross my arms and glare. He says to Mr. Motinxi, "I like this one. When do we start." That grabs my attention. I jerk my head to Mr. Motinxi and ask "Start. What?" He doesn't respond he just motions for us to follow him. We traipse into a dimly lit room. It has 5 chairs and 2 tables with a chalk board and a desk full of dusty books set up.
Mr. Motinxi begins to talk "As 3 of you already know, you're in danger. You have always been but now the threat is imminent, and the only way to keep you all protected now is to do the opposite of what we did 18 years ago. We split you up. We took Métis away from you 3. Splitting up you guys was the only way to defer your signature. I know you can all feel the pulse in the room," Now that he'd said something, I could. It was like a faint heartbeat. The heartbeat of a dying life. It felt powerful though in all it's faintness. I could feel the power in it. Hear it. We all glanced at one another I paused on Ni'Klaus and he stared back. I narrowed my eyes, willing him to look away, but instead he narrowed his right back. I swear I've known him for 5 minutes but he's already the bane of my existence. I think we stayed like that for a good 60 seconds until Mr. Motinxi calls our attention back to him. Tie. I cross my arms and level my line of sight on the speaker.
"You 5 together would never have worked out. We wouldn't have time to train you or protect you." We all catch that he said 5 but Naveen speaks up "5?"
"Yes, 5." He says entwining his fingers in front of him. "Métis's brother. Aries. He couldn't make it here in time. We had to get a move on. He should be here shortly though." I blink and say "I don't have a brother and if I did, I think I'd know."
"You do. We kept you separate because your mother and father fought. Your father took Aries from you and your mother. She took you." He says looking me in my eyes. I stare back and say again, so maybe he'll understand "I. Don't. Have. A. Broth...." The door opens and a handsome young man walks in and instantly I know. I have a brother and it's not just from the color of his eyes that no one else in this world naturally has. I can feel the connection. It's inhumane, but I can feel it.
"Aries...Welcome. Please do have a seat by Métis." Mr. Motinxi flicks his wrist towards the seat to my left. I sat at the end of the row so I could sit on a seat apart from the family. My brother joins the row and it completes the pulse. We all look at each other because we all felt it as soon as my brother walked in the room. We're complete. I don't trust much but I do trust my gut. It's telling me there's no place I'd rather be, no other place I should be, than here. This feels right. It is right.
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The Five
Teen FictionMetis, fierce and stubborn, has been trained since before she could walk or talk to fight. To protect herself. She's only ever had to trust 3 people (including herself)....Or has had the guts to. When she's told 4 people who are just her age are the...