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It was exactly four years after I killed my first demon on my eighth birthday. It was the day that I met Richard Trent and Sarah Watson. I was walking to school and for once I was not the one being attacked. It was another little girl my age and we happened to look frighteningly similar. In fact from behind we were almost identical. Which was made even more obvious by the fact that we went to the same school and were thus wearing the same uniform jumper.
Well she was screaming and I got the distinct impression that this had never happened before. So I rescued her. It was the first time I’d ever protected some one other than myself with my powers. But by the end of it I was the one who needed to be rescued as I ended up with a rather long pipe running straight through my stomach and I passed out from shock. Sarah ran for help and who almost ran her over with his beat up truck? None other than Richard Trent, the son of the president of Goldman and Trent one of if not the world’s most powerful magical organizations. At the time he was on his way to kill himself, something I didn’t know until last year.
Well he found me and took me to GMT where Doc D save my life for the first time of many. When I woke up it was to a great shock. Somehow when I met Richie I knew that he was like me, that he was a magical. So I pretty much immediately attached myself to him. He wasn’t like Kite. He wasn’t crude and he treated me nicely but I did have to teach him not to treat me like a little kids and he learned fast. He told me a lot more about the magical world. And even though I had issues simply trusting him, he began to win me over when he showed me one of their libraries. I started to read pretty much immediately. That first day he left me there and came back with his two best friends, they were so close like brothers and they would be a great influence on my life just like he was.
Their names were Isaac Moore and Nathaniel Perkins. I guess I made an impression on them because they decided to teach and train me themselves. From the very beginning I think Isaac didn’t like me as much as the other two and I never like Nathaniel. So naturally Richie and I were the closest. I was attached to him that in less than a month I was calling him “brother” and he was calling me “sister”. It was trough Richie that I met other magicals and formed my first real relationships with other people, something that normal people did much earlier in life. It was the kind that I could never have with mortals. I met and became very close with every member of the Trent family, eventually becoming a member of it myself. It was nice for a long while.
I guess I should tell you about Isaac first. Isaac was the only person I ever met who could really push my buttons, Kita being the only possible exception and even that’s only a possibility. He was constantly picking on me and aggravating me in every way that he knew how to. But part of me always enjoyed it, maybe because when he teased me it was playful and he was the only one who go tit-for-tat with me. Michael, Richie’s biological brother, followed his brother’s lead and started calling me “sis” not long after Richie did. But after Michael, Isaac was the next to do so but he rarely ever did so directly. We mostly referred to each as “like” each other siblings instead of as each other siblings. But that was fine because we were, in our own way, very close.
Although out of the three I was most like Nathaniel there was something that only Isaac and I shared. We don’t understand people magical or otherwise, we simply just didn’t relate to them. Before I met them I thought that magic kept me from mortals but when I met other magicals and still had trouble connecting I knew the problem was a lot deeper than that. I was lucky to have an older brother who had gone through the same thing. And Duke, if you’d known the three of them like I did you would’ve thought that it would be Nathaniel who would have this trait in common with me. But it was Isaac who had that quality so it was he who taught my most basic lessons.
But when I was alone with him, when he wasn’t being my first magical teacher, I would ask him about people. About why they did things and how they thought. Mostly he didn’t answer me but sometimes it was just enough for me to get the words out. In the times when we were out of my lessons and we were alone and I didn’t ask him anything he would tell me what he thought of being a magical. I guess that he knew that, somehow, I would understand. One of the most important pieces of wisdom that he imparted to me was on demons. He taught me that not all demons were evil and how much like humans they really are. I think that I was the only person he ever told about his issues with killing demons. Issues that I now also have and will never get over.
I got other smaller things from Isaac too. Such as drinking coffee straight black and my temper. Ah, yes that horrible temper and that disturbing way I yell (I was always aware that it made people uncomfortable) both were traits that I picked up from him. Isaac, even though it was mostly unintentional, taught me a lot about keeping my emotions in tact. From watching him deal with people I began to learn how to mimic the way people are supposed to act although it was something I know that I never mastered.
I knew Isaac for exactly one year. He died on my ninth birthday. I was on my very first mission. Well it was a complete failure. Isaac and I were protecting this building. At first it was boring and it didn’t seem like anything was actually going to happen. So Isaac did what he always did when he had too much time on his hands - he started teasing me. What he said, I don’t feel like repeating but just know that he took it too far. Isaac and I understood each other and our personal boundaries because we were probably the only two people in the world with such perplexing emotional barriers. So he always knew when to stop and never crossed that line until that day. But he did, that one time, push me too far. So I stormed off, completely forgetting that I was on a mission.
The moment I stepped out of the building, I didn’t even get my other foot to the ground, it blew up. The explosion was pretty massive and I was caught in the blast. Isaac died instantly and the next thing I knew I was being pulled out of the rubble, half alive. I’d been injured pretty badly. My recovery should have been slow and painful but with Doc D and my natural healing abilities I was back on my feet in a couple months. It would have gone faster but I was broken in more than the physical sense. I was the one who’d had to break the news to Richie and Nathaniel. Richie took it a lot harder than Nathaniel did. I missed his funeral.
For a long time I was consumed by grief and guilt. I’d never lost anyone before and I had survived when he hadn’t simply because I’d thrown a tantrum when I should have been standing next to him. Despite Richie always telling me that it wasn’t my fault I never stopped feeling responsible for it until Isaac himself told me what had happened during this war. He told me about what really happened that day. He knew that he was going to die. So he sent me away in a cruel manner, the only one he knew how, so that I would live on. He did what was necessary in order to keep me alive. He told me about what his final mission really was. It was to ensure that I failed my first mission and to make sure that I failed in such a way that I would never fail again. Needless to say his final mission was a total success and my first one was a complete failure.
 Zegwarian310 · Sat Mar 15, 2008 @ 03:18am · 1 Comments |
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