The disciples: a rebellion organisation that believes that the Mono's who are believed to have evolved past their ancestors and developed the ability to suppress or 'control' their natural blood thirsty nature should be granted solace in the Metropolis. The organisation consists of 6 primary leaders; they are separated via domain, those in the Metropolis are Jonathon Kova, Anna Mills and Will Bales. However, since Jonathon was condemned, 2 remain, each fighting against each other to remain in control and decide whether to move on their plan or remain. Their followers believe they received a signal from Jonathon confirming he found the remaining leaders and is beginning to rally troops to breach the wall. They believe that soon they will be able to defy the opposing forces that control the hierarchy behind the wall and break through. Once sure that no foreign ears could perceive what she was saying, Adriana had begun to tell Spencer that they were planning to infiltrate the Pit. If they were to spark a rebellion at a scale that could break through the wall, they may be able to unite the Favela against New Haven. To do this, they need reinforcements, they need bodies, weapons, and trained fighters. Their plan is to show those who deny evolution the truth, that the Mercer's have lied and remained in power through fear and force.
Although they were planning to fight against her family and tear down their hieratic structure; Spencer was sure that she couldn't watch as innocent lives were taken from her father's orders against the rebellion. Jonathon had done everything in his power to avoid her involvement; he had tried to avoid her choosing between what was right, and what she loved, her family. She missed him, missed his smile, his laugh, and the way he managed to allow her to forget. She had been locked in the manor for five days, her father permitted no contact with the outside world, so instead she trained. She sparred against her brother to keep her skills sharp and her mind alert. She avoided allowing him to appear in her thoughts as she fought against her sibling. Sweat dripped from her forget as she swirled the knife in her hand. A knife was her chosen weapon, capable of slicing through someone as they fought to take her down. Alistair runs at her again, his axe sharp and ready, he swung at her. Quickly, Spencer through her body weight to the side, her back rolling against the mat as she pressed her arms above her.
"You can do better than that." she laughed, her breath hitching as he threw the weapon to the side, raising his fists and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Come on sister, you used to like fighting hand to hand." he smiled.
"Very well," she says as she threw her knives to the side, "remember, you asked for it."
Alistair charges at her, throwing his body weight into a single punch, Spencer ducks under his arm, grabbing his elbow, she raises her knee to kick him in the stomach, he doubles back. Spencer raises her fists again, transferring her body weight into her front leg, she launches her other and aims for his head. However, Alistair quickly grabs her ankle and spins her, her body colliding with the ground.
"Touche." she retorts as she pushes herself off the floor. Both siblings circle each other, eyeing each other's movements, waiting for someone to make the first move. Alistair's biggest weakness is his lack of patience in a fight, he raises his leg at he goes for her rib cage. Ducking under his leg, Spencer kicks in his back leg, catching him by the throat and dropping him to the ground. Alistair struggles against his sister's headlock as he tries to find a way out. Soon enough, his arm rises to tap twice on her arm.
"Ah, it's good to see you two sparring again," Hennessy walks in, his posture seems more joyful as he wore a smug smile, "Alistair, we are needed at the Council, they requested a meeting regarding the incident."
Alistair nods and begins heading towards his wing to shower and prepare for an audience with the prestigious Council.
"Incident, Father?" Spencer questions as she wipes her face with a towel.
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Tainted Blood
FantasyThe year was 2024, time was still known yet the impending death and infection that drew closer was not. Life was simple for those who were oblivious, living in chaotic and mind-numbing darkness as their technology rules their lives. Mobile phones we...