WICK

Her heart pounded a million miles a minute, its syncopated beat in her chest sending her blood rushing through her body as she reentered the building. Her legs pushed against the linoleum, the familiar jolt grounding her as she further increased her pace. 

Run! Her thoughts cried out desperately. You have to get to her!

The familiar hallway opened up around her, the three years she'd been a student at this academy raced through her mind as she passed display cases filled with trophies and awards; many of which she'd been a part of winning for her school.

Her heart ached as she ran from the life she'd created for herself, racing towards a part of the life she'd been forced to flee from. A thumping headache was making its way to the forefront of her mind.

No, A voice angrily screamed from deep within her, This was never your life, it was just another character. She is your life; or at least the closest you can get to it, the thought was enough to give her mind a moment of clarity; clearing it of the sorrow that had begun to slow her. 

Run. 

Her legs pushed her down the familiar corridor, the speed in which she turned the curve was enough to turn her form sideways, yet her pace never wavered, not even as she came closer to her homeroom class. 

Her hands grasped the door as it swung open once more, using the solid structure as a way to swing her through the doorway.

The teacher in front of the class looked up in shock as her mouth began to open, no doubt a tirade of useless questions was going to drizzle from between her lips. Before she could utter even a single question, the girl's voice roared out of her body.

"WHERE IS SHE?!?" The sound of her voice bouncing off the walls caused a few people to jump, including the girl who'd sprung to her side the moment she'd seen her run into the door. 

"You went with that man, but that wasn't you; you never wear jewelry, or bangs, or dresses. But who was that then and why did she look like you?"

Lennox stared at the girl in shock, her voice lowly tumbling incessant questions that were becoming less than coherent the faster the words came out.

"I thought you had been adopted, as far as I knew, didn't have any others siblings,unlessyouJUSTmet,butifthat'sthecasethenwhy-"

The girl stepped forward, interrupting her friends' rambling; her hands grasped desperately at her friend's arm, quickly moving her hands to her cheeks, 

"Please, please Lennox- please help me." Her pleas were emphasized by her voice cracking.  

The girl looked forward, her eyes scraping her friend's face, scrutinizing every emotion that marred her face, and caused those stormy gray eyes to brew as though suddenly made of liquid steel.

"Who is she?" Lennox asked.

Though her voice was soft, the girl recoiled from the slight jealousy that coated her tongue and shined in her eyes.

Her face, once sporting a carefree smile, turned to a scornful glare as she threw herself out of the class once more, her voice ripped through the halls echoing her desperate cries, "Alessia!?" She felt her throat tear at the volumes that her voice had reached, she felt her knees begin to give, her head dropped as she panted heavily.

The door to the room had long been opened, revealing a group of both students and teacher alike, staring at her as though she were a stranger instead of the student they'd been acquainted with that very morning.

Suddenly her heart gave a jolt, causing her body to move long before she heard the responding screeches along with a voice, oh gods, her voice! 

 "Cat!" The sounds of footsteps on the steps were no more than a white noise as her legs pushed her up the stairs; skipping two, three steps at a time.

Faster! Her mind screamed, she felt her feet leave the ground; just enough to clear the last half dozen steps.

The sound of a door slamming shut made her blood run cold before the ice was soon incinerated; set ablaze by her frustrations.

I said faster dammit!

Her feet once more were swept up with the winds; the halls went silent as she glided above the floor.

Static clung to her skin as her eyes remained glued on the one door that had not opened in the commotion.

The door was a strong oak wood; one of the very few that was left after years of restoring and replacing bits and pieces of the old building. 

In that moment she felt electricity in her veins that wanted to lash out and attack anything in her way.

Where she had meant only to force the door open, this feeling; that made her blood sing in her veins, wanted more. 

It sprang forward, moments before she reached the door, causing the solid wood to contort and crackle, before finally imploding inward on itself.

She came to an abrupt halt, her hand coming up to grasp at her chest; as if reeling in the shocking urges. Her breath came out in pants for a moment before she finally spoke, her voice rang out against the deafening silence that had been caused by the display.

"Are you ok, Lessa?"

•°•°•°•

Her throat felt dry; the words she'd desperately wanted to say were stuck in her throat, as she lay in her spot on the floor in pure bewilderment. 

Her mouth hung agape as her stare held onto the young woman in front of her, trying to force out the right words to answer her sister. 

I am now that you're here, you're here and you saved me! She wanted to sing, but had a feeling she would only end up a blubbering mess there on the floor.

Her heart began to race as she felt a pair of hands on her body, she felt her muscles tense back up as she began scrambling away from the feeling before said hands came into her visibility, abruptly causing her body to relax once more.

She reasoned with herself that one of the students had probably taken the intrusion as an opportunity to try and get her out of danger.

Out of instinct she felt her head turn towards the young man.

Just like her, his skin was the color of dark chocolate, though sweat clung to his face as if he'd been in the middle of a race when everything happened; the liquid rolled in droplets as his mouth moved around frantic sentences, his eyes darted between her and where the man stirred from across the room. 

Rapid footsteps echoed around her as another body crashed down beside her, the teacher from the previous class sat slumped with her on the floor.

Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath whilst shouting commands to the remaining students in the room. 

From the corner of her eye, Alessia caught sight of one of the students that had remained in the vicinity; though she was positive the girl had not been there before. 

With that thought, Alessia took in her appearance, taking in the slightly winded nature of the girl and realized she must have followed the teacher from wherever she'd been.

Though she was sure the teacher was now fully bellowing commands, Alessia's mind stayed on her sister, blocking out the shrill voice and instead looking forward as the older girl took up a defensive stance between the group and the man, who had regained consciousness and was slowly getting to his feet.

•°•°•°•

His movements were slower, more sluggish than before. The intrusion had not been a part of the initial plan, nor had he any time to fully brace for the impact before he'd been catapulted away from his target.

His head finally raised, taking in his new opponent, this one looked just like the other one, though maybe a couple years older. Her mass of hair was wild as she stepped forward, using her body to block the sight of the other girl from him.

Another Divasio? Heh, my lucky day. His dark thought bounced around his mind, along with the images of the two, bloodied and beheaded. 

A new sense of urgency struck his mind as his dark eyes raised to match the young woman in front of him.

Frost said that I had to take them in and find out the other locations; but if a fight happens, casualties are inevitable.

His lips began to curl into a deranged smile, he took note of the static in the air, noting how it singed his skin just so.

He took a cautious step towards the two, feeling the static turn hot, almost as if the girl was made of a bolt of lightning herself.

"Who are you," Her voice rang out, it sounded rough as she began eyeing the man up and down, "and what business do you have with my little sister?" 

He noticed her eyes scrape over his hands quickly before her eyes caught sight of his allegiance ring that rested proudly upon his left knuckle. 

The simple silver of the band wasn't what had caught her attention though, rather the symbol of the serpent, which represented the evil in the world, being impaled. The recognition and dread that flooded her features gave him such a sense of joy, he felt his satisfied smirk beginning to spread over his face once more. 

Good, you deserve to know what's gonna happen to you both. 

The girl tensed as he reached behind him, taking out a set of shiny, silver knives. The engraving on the tip of the blade visibly sent chills through the young girl, who tried her hardest to disguise her fear as pure rage. 

A soft laugh escaped his lips as he looked between the two girls and the small group of brave mundane people, who'd stayed to, what he could only guess, restrain him.

You're still by that annoying ass wench? I doubt she'd protect you if she knew what you were. His thoughts sent a calm feeling through his body as he adjusted his stance to an opposing one.

Slowly he started to chant, a low mumble that was just loud enough to make out small bits of what he was saying.

The remaining students and faculty shuffled backwards uncomfortably, as though waiting to see what his next move would be. Without hesitation, he lifted his head, sending one of the knives flying out of his grip.

The dagger sailed through the air, slicing at the wind as it spun through the air.

Hilt, tip, hilt, tip.

It was as though time itself stopped as the blade made its way to its mark, right between the brows of his more dangerous target.

Suddenly the dagger gave a loud pop before landing on the ground a few feet to the right of the girl, whose features had taken on a hateful glare. 

Suddenly he felt himself being pushed back once again, though this time he was prepared for the blast, using its force to rebound him off the wall, sending him flying towards the girl who scrambled to keep the space between them.

He took note of how she continued to keep the younger one in tow. Sister huh? His smirk once again grew as he changed his focus from one sister to the next. 

As if noticing his shift, the girl grabbed at her sister once more; shielding her with her body, she again brought man's focus to hers, meeting his gaze head-on.

The others in the room could only stare in awe as the man once again began advancing towards the two siblings. The man went in for what had looked like a left-hook, had the girl not noticed the gleam from between his fingers. 

The girl took notice of how the knives now looked as though they were protruding from his hand, like a low-budget Wolverine but without the spikey hair.  

And uglier. The girl thought as she dodged his attack and continued circling the man slightly, her movements were stiff as she continued to keep her hand on Alessia behind her.

"Aren't you a little too old to be snooping around a school?" She began, her voice taking on a spiteful tone as her face scrunched up in disgust. "Snatchin' up anyone who even looks at a Bible wrong-." Her voice caught in her throat as she took in the strawberry blonde that sat in the doorway, staring at her as if she'd not spent the last couple years calling her 'friend'. 

Lennox's eyes remained on Riley-or whoever she was. She watched as the girl turned her head slightly to look at her. 

For a flash she could see the regret that shone in her glorious gray eyes, before her face hardened once more into a mask of malice; those once happy gray eyes were fierce with fury, and the carefree smile that usually adorned her was replaced with a disgusted sneer.

"Cat, watch out!" The younger girl cried, just as the man lunged forward, his hands going straight for her exposed throat only to grasp the air as the girl sprang into action.

Her body folded under the man, allowing her to glide between his legs and land in a crouch on the other side of him. 

I am a fighter, I am not afraid. 

He turned sharply then, bringing his leg over in an attempt to knock her unconscious, but once again he struck air, as the spot she had been not even a second ago, was now empty.

The girl switched her stance again as she swung her fist, grinning in satisfaction as the sound of the connection bounced around the room. The man stumbled back a few steps before stopping, he stood frozen as though he were being held upright by an unseen force.

The girl sprang forward again, this time more confidently as she began to deliver blows to the man's body. The sound of her fists beating him was the only thing she could hear as she let her anger drive her fists to their mark.

The sound of Alessia's shrill voice screaming at her brought the girl out of her trance, her neck snapped up at a speed that caused it to pop, she had only a second to focus on the sharp pain before a body crashed into her form, sending both parties sprawling on the linoleum floors.

The weight of the other person winded the girl for a second, she felt as though her lungs had been stomped on as she sucked in as much breath as she could before body went into defense mode. 

Kicking at the figure, she attempted to twist out of the mess of limbs that had become of the two people. 

As if noticing her struggle, the figure rolled off the girl; the sound of her sister's voice rang out, easing her anxiety that had begun to rack its way up her chest and breaking the airless shock she'd found herself in.

"Cat, we gotta go." She began, her hands lightly resting on her sister's shoulders. "We can't do this, not here." Her voice was a little over a whisper as her eyes scraped their surroundings, taking in the small group that had stayed and were currently recording the entire situation; it was then that the girls also began hearing the subtle sound of sirens in the distance, not close enough to be of any assistance but still very much prevalent.

The older girl stared at her, an emotion raging in her eyes that Alessia just couldn't place, but not for a lack of trying, simply because that was just how Cattelaya had always been. Stoic and hard to read.  

The older girl nodded, acknowledging her sister's words, yet not taking her eyes off the man that was in the process of getting back on his feet after so many strikes.

The atmosphere around them seemed to crackle as he fully rose to his feet.

"Alessia," the girl's voice softly floated to her sister, who looked at her with tears beginning to pool in her eyes. She was terrified. 

The girl felt a sharp pang in her chest as she held out her hand towards her. "Lend me your strength?" 

The younger girl looked shocked as the words registered to her. The hand of her sister hung in the air, waiting for her to grasp it.

"Only God shall cleanse the wicked, but I shall send them to their reaping." Suddenly the man was again running at them, his voice rising with every word.

Just as he was within arms reach of the girl, Alessia lunged forward, clapping the sister's hand tightly between both of hers. 

The girls shuttered as a wave of pure electricity passed between them, their eyes seeming to glow even brighter in that moment, as the air took on an even stronger current. 

Alessia looked up at her sister; her wild mane was now alive with the current. Her deep brown skin began to lighten with a glow that began to light up her veins, as though she'd injected herself with liquid sun. Wave after wave of power seemed to leap out of the duo, sending the man flying back into a far wall, where he slumped over unconscious. 

Cattelaya dropped her sister's hand suddenly, taking away the feeling of electricity with her. Alessia felt a shiver of cold run down her spine at the sudden halt, her body was shaking as the heat of the moment ebbed out of her. 

A beat had barely passed before Cattelaya was moving again, this time with Alessia in tow. 

Cattelaya was quick to grab her sister to her side, allowing her to hike her way onto her back. The window came closer and closer as the older girl's speed increased ten-fold, in a blink the two were airborne, the winds pushed at the girl's back, urging her towards the flag pole that stood erect in front of the school.

Clasping her arms around the thin beam, Cattelaya felt Alessia's grip loosen from the momentum, desperately she unlatched her right hand from the pole, causing the two to wobble slightly. 

Alessia's cries were the only thing in her mind as she took a hold of the fabric of her dress, the two continued circling the pole until they were close enough to the ground that Cattelaya could safely jump the rest of the way.

Coming to a staggering halt, she looked back towards the building. In the window that she'd just come from stood a figure; her pale, colorless hair swayed with the slight breeze as she held her hand clamped over her mouth. 

A passerby would see it as a gesture of worry for the wellbeing of the two girls, as they should have been at least a little bruised from jumping from such a height; but the glint of sunlight bouncing off of her left hand didn't have Cattelaya too inclined to assure her of their health. 

And as she continued to watch for a second more, she caught movement in the background and turned her attention to the man that they'd just gotten rid of. That was the final nudge she needed to start running to the car lot. 

Alessia, having jumped down the moment they'd touched ground, followed along closely, her eyes scanning every rock, tree and snail that they passed, as if worried another person would jump from beneath the basketball hoops if they didn't pay close enough attention to their surroundings.

Cattelaya ushered her towards the reserved spot she'd gotten earlier that month for her silver Pontiac. She quickly opened the passenger side door before carefully helping her down into her seat, before rushing around to her side and getting in. Starting the engines, she reversed from her spot, only to catch sight of two figures sprinting out of the front doors.

Hearing the sirens fully well now, the girl shifted gears, sending the two one last sneer, before she hit the accelerator, racing out of the lot.