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Y/N Y/L/N is a normal college girl, living in her normal apartment, with her normal life. That is until she finds out her building is owned by the Κυνηγοί (Greek: Hunters), who are after planning to take over and kill th...
Something is sketchy. My senses are niggling at the back of my mind, like something isn't quite right. After Y/N leaves with General Ophelia, Nate takes us away, down a few long corridors. "Nate, where are we going?" I ask him. He looks back at me over his shoulder, looking kind of guilty. "Don't worry. I- I'll keep you safe. No real harm will come to you, but I must follow my orders." He says. As he finishes a sentence, we've entered a room full of....cells? "Nate, what are you-" Wanda starts, but doesn't get to finish. More Angyellos guys come out of no where and grab us from behind. Harley and me start to fight them, but they put two fingers to Harley's forehead and he passes right out. The guy I'm fighting tries to do it to me, but I grab his arm and throw him backwards into the wall. Wanda is trying to use her powers against the guy coming at her, but he's resisting it unfortunately well.
"Nate! Why are you doing this?! I thought we were working together?" I turn to the Messenger, who is standing still, watching the fight play out. He looks almost—sad. He steps towards me. My senses are raging but I want to try to change his mind. "You don't have to listen to these guys! They're- I don't think they're who they say they are. And Y/N is with General Ophelia, which probably isn't safe. Now help us! Please." I practically beg him. Wanda has now been caught, and Harley is already shut up in a cell. "I'm sorry Peter." Nate says, and he puts to fingers to my temple. "Don't you da-" I start, but everything goes black.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Y/N POV) *one week later* My training has actually been going extremely well. It's only been a week and I'm really starting to harness my capabilities, and I even know almost all the names of each individual ability I have.
We haven't discovered all of them yet, and supposedly I'm more powerful than a normal Angyellos because I'm the "Eklektos" or whatever. I'm in my designated room of the Headquarters. It's really nice actually. It's got a big bed, with white and turquoise patterned covers, and fluffy pillows. There's a wardrobe standing to the side of the room, and a vanity with a beautiful round mirror that has swirly gold patterns around it. Of course there's dresser drawers, and a desk. But the best part, is a beautiful spacious balcony overlooking the city. General Ophelia is spoiling me honestly. We seem to get along okay. Although my senses seem to be almost, muted here. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I figure if there's anyone I can trust it'd be these guys right? They're like my long-lost family. Sort of. Not that they're very family like. Nobody really talks, or introduces themselves. I asked General Ophelia about it, and she said it's only because they're used to being trained as soldiers, and aren't very social.
Me and Nate have gotten much closer though, and he's even been almost like my own personal trainer of sorts. We're actually meeting today again to practice with my powers more. I haven't seen Peter or Wanda or Harley around lately though. I brought it up to General Ophelia a few days ago, but she said that they were being given a little tour of the city. And I think that's best, that way I can get a grip on my powers and they won't be in danger. I put on my training suit, which is just a white short-sleeved jumper with small golden swirl patterns up the sides. They really like their golden swirls here. I walk out of my room, and walk down the big fancy corridors, passing people by. I pass the food court, and catch eyes with a few Angyellos that I've trained with and give them a small wave. They awkwardly wave back, looking confused at my gesture. Angyellos don't really understand human things. Nate barely understands some of the complex emotions humans feel. He's told me so himself.
I make a few turns down the halls, and then enter one of the training rooms. Yes, rooms. Plural. They have many. Nate is already in the room waiting for me, along with General Ophelia. She's sitting at a small table, with a file in her hand. "Ah, there's our golden girl. Just in time." General Ophelia says, more cheerful than she usually is. "Good morning." I say, standing next to Nate. She stands and hands me my file. "You're making remarkable progress, faster than any Angyellos I've ever seen. Well done." She compliments, "Have fun training you two." Then she leaves the room. I open my file.
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"Nate, I cant understand this thing." I say, frustrated that the Angyellos wrote everything in Greek. He raises an eyebrow. "Try harder." I glare at him, but look back at the paper. I squint my eyes, and slowly, everything starts to make a little sense. "Hey- how am I....?" I trail off, staring at the page as all the words become understandable. "You're an Angyellos. It's natural for you to be able to read our language." Nate explains.
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"Smiting? Like that weird burn-eyes-out thing? Like the Quevenyee did?" I ask. Nate walks over into a mat in the middle of the room. "Yes, some Angyellos can do it too. That's what we're practicing today." "I'm going to SMITE people?!" "Prisoners, yes." "Nate I don't-" "General Ophelia's orders. I-" He falters, and he looks away for a moment, something resembling guilt crossing his features. But it passes quickly, and he squares his shoulders as he turns back to me. "I follow my orders." He says with a nod. See, that's the one thing that's put a limit on our—friendship, I guess you'd call it. Him, and a lot of the other Messengers are all, followers. Soldiers. Almost mindless robots. And that's not me. Five other trainees enter the room, and stand at attention in a line. In a small booth towards the top of the room, almost like a balcony, is where General Ophelia and I'm guessing some other important people are sitting. Watching.
"What is this? The Hunger Games? I'm not just gonna-" "Just line up Y/N. Please." Nate almost pleads. He gives me an apologetic look. I give him a look that says 'what?'. He lifts his sleeve, to reveal scars on his fore arms. 'Punishment' He mouths. He'll get in trouble if I don't obey. I furrow my brow in confusion. Okay something is fishy with that. I sigh, and walk over to where the others are standing. Maybe it won't be so bad, they are prisoners right? Maybe it's quick. Nate stands in front of us, as an instructor I'm assuming. A door opens up behind him. In file seven people. Three men who look slightly on the old side, two snotty looking women, and—
