Strange Beginnings- Teaser

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
First Six Chapters. If you want me to add more. send me an email.

Submitted: April 28, 2011

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Unusual Beginnings
By Ealy Karn
I would like to thank everyone who has helped me with this book, my best friend and guardian, Keith for forever correcting my grammar, Laura for giving me a better title, my Mom and Dad for their support and everyone else who gave me ideas for characters.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 1
The Florida sun peeked over the horizon, making the sky the color of diluted blood. To the east, it looked like the trees and sky caught on fire- to the west a bloody battlefield. Ealy’s eyes fluttered open, her alarm had been going off for a while and ‘This is the New Shit’ was blaring. Fully conscious she realized she had been singing along with it while she had slept.
Ealy rolled over on her stomach and groaned, “I fucking hate Monday school mornings.” She said into her pillow. She pondered that comment before adding in her head, “I fucking hate school.” Although she already knew it was going to be a rare day where it was going to stay cool pretty much all day.
Bright sunlight spilled into room and Ealy hissed as it pierced her dark cave. “Jessica, warn me next time.” She groaned before rolling over to look at her sister.
Jessica smiled sheepishly before saying, “Good morning.” She was already dressed right down to her old school Converse. A loose jacket fell over her shoulders and her damp hair combed though ruffled. “Come on Sis. Get ready or we’ll miss the bus.”
Ealy loved her sister with all her heart, but at times...At times, she could be a pain in the ass. “Jess, I do not want to go.” She said growling low in her throat. “The teachers all need to take the tampons out of their asses.” Most of the faculty at West Palm High disliked her because of their parents and her boyfriend.
Jessica’s eyes shined with amusement. Picking up both their parents genes for eyes, she had double the color. Her left eye was an amazing form of emerald green. They would have loved her at the Emerald City. Her right was an electric blue- her brown hair emphasizing it. “Ealy come on. Get up. Bus gets in here in forty-five minutes.” she turned to leave. “You know if you don’t go, you won’t see Tanner.” She grinned at her sibling before she left.
Ealy’s eyes flew open, blazing bright. Her eyes were the opposite of Jessica’s but they held more intensity than hers. “That was low.” She growled again, groaning as she rolled out of bed. Her features were identical to Jessica’s, a lithe and athletic form, perky C breasts and a round firm ass.
She stood to watch her twin leave and shook her head as she walked to the door at the right of her bed, “She is going to be the death of me.” She muttered, opening the door, which lead to a bathroom.
Ealy took a hot shower, letting the water run over her face and down her back before she washed her hair with the same cherry blossom shampoo her sister did. Stepping out of the shower, she pulled a black and red towel off the rack; drying herself with it before wrapping it around her body.
Once back in her own room, Ealy shook out her hair before combing it; water droplets scattered over everything as she shook it again. Closing the blinds, she turned on her overhead light. 'Wake Me Up When September Ends' began playing and Ealy sang softly to it, her voice lilting with a slight unrecognizable accent.
She slid on a pair of black Dickies, black bra, a black Flogging Molly shirt and a long black corsair style jacket; complete with buttons and white ruffles along the cuffs and collar. Ealy pulled her hair back before snapping a spiked collar into place. Glancing in the mirror, she grinned before bending down to tug on a pair of Doc Martin’s.
There was a knock on the door and she answered without even looking. “Jessica, do not be such a kill joy.” She finished tying her laces and looked up, “Tanner!” she cried and, running to him, she planted a kiss on his cheek.
Tanner beamed, “Good morning to you too.” he hugged her tightly before nibbling on her neck slightly. He was a foot taller so he kissed the top of her head.
Ealy stepped back and looked him up and down with the eyes of a wild cat. Her left eye grew a brighter shade of electric blue, now making it almost clear. Her green eye barely shining, seeming to turn all she looked at a shade of light green. Coming back down off the trance, Ealy reached for her black backpack. “You riding with us?” she asked him in English.
Tanner nodded and replied with fluent Irish, “Yes, Babe, your sister called me. Connor is already downstairs,” He winked one of his deep sea green eyes at her before clasping her hand in his. Ealy shook it once, and then the pair of them walked downstairs.
Jessica smiled as she heard the comment and went down to the first floor. She loved her twin with all her heart; it was to the point where if anything happened to her, she wouldn’t know what to do. She’d be essentially lost without her.
Jessica pulled her small, simple silver Nokia out of her pocket to call Connor before texting Tanner to come over. They lived just down the street, but she figured her sister could use a friendly face first thing in the morning.
Five minutes later, the doorbell rang and Jessica went to answer it, opening the door she smiled wide. “Connor!” she hugged him tightly and looked over his shoulder to see Tanner. He was the protective Goth Irish/Italian that Ealy had claimed when they first met the two men.
Both Jessica and her sister had been five; starting Kindergarten, when they met Connor and Tanner. Connor had been the shy one; seeing Jessica on the first day, he shied to Tanner’s side. Tanner had laughed and patted his shoulder. He was much older than his age. Being the son of one of the one of the top five wealthiest Mafia mob bosses, even before he reached his teen years, Tanner was as jaded as an old man was. It was because of this that no one touched Ealy.
Tanner was rolling in money before he even knew the value of it. As such, he pampered and spoiled Ealy every time he saw her, bringing gifts to Jessica as well. Gifts that were just as costly as the ones he gave to his girl.
Connor came from a wealthy family as well, although they always protected him. It was for that reason that the first real fight Connor had taken part in (courtesy of Tanner) had given him a wicked scar through his left eye. The man, who gave it to him, later found dead, in an alley, broken kneecaps and a bullet in the head.
After Tanner had struck up a conversation with the two sisters, Connor had stuck by Jessica’s side and had never left. Tanner had been so protective of Ealy that when another girl said something mean to her and made Ealy tear up, Tanner had shoved the girl to the ground and split her lip. After that, Ealy had accepted Tanner’s mannerisms and became the tough Goth she was today and learned how to fight later that week from Tanner.
Jessica turned to Ealy, “You ready?” she noticed the look in her eyes and held up a hand. “Alright...alright, I get it.”
Ealy looked at Tanner who grinned, he motioned with his head to follow her sister and then the four of them went to catch the bus.
Chapter 2
Ealy sat down on the grey seats groaning. Tanner sat next to her and smiled, “Come on, my sweet dear Ealy. School ain’t all that bad.” He whispered into her ear, his Irish accent catching up with him.
Ealy just leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed, “You are here with me babe. That is all I can ever ask.” She replied to him.
Jessica and Connor appeared on the seats across the isle. “It’s only eight hours sis.” Jessica tried to cheer her up. Her sister moaned again in Tanner’s shoulder and he exchanged a look with Connor.
Tanner kissed the top of his girlfriend’s head and rode in silence while his best friend and his own girl talked quietly.
The bus ride was a short; regardless it was just as tortuous for Ealy. As the four friends got off, Ealy made an obscene Irish gesture to the bus driver who responded by saying, “Have a nice day you four.” Ealy laughed, her eyes darkening and an evil smile playing on her lips. Tanner noticed it and he chuckled, “I know, I know.” He rubbed her back.
Chapter 3
Jessica waved and kissed good-bye to Connor at her first period class. Tanner hugged and kissed his own girlfriend as the four split up. Jessica looked to Ealy, “Come on sister. It can’t be all that bad.” She said quietly in Japanese as they walked into Mr. Kobald’s English Class.
Ealy turned to glare at her and responded, her Japanese more fluent, smooth and clear. “With the exception of you, Ryu-sensei, Tanner-kun and Connor-kun; I would not come at all.” She plopped in the seat closest to the door and wall.
Jessica smiled and shook her head as she sat at her left. Grabbing spiral and pen, she sat attentively, waiting for class to begin.
Ealy rolled her eyes, pulling a black iPod touch out of her bag she started to listen to Fuck You I’m Drunk. Closing her eyes, she listened to the lyrics and beat.
A tap on her shoulder made her open her electric blue eye. It was glowing brightly. “What the fuck do you want?” she growled in Japanese. It became fluent to the point where it was as if she had lived with the language all her life.
The man who stood over her chuckled; amusement reaching his beady black eyes, “Try that in English?” he said in a manner that made Ealy stand while changing the song to ‘You’re Going Down’ in one fluid movement.
“Oh so you can move.” Ill placed humor laced his voice and his eyes glittered with malevolence.
Ealy turned the music up and clenched her hands into fists, “You are a prick, if I was not at school, I would kick your fucking ass.” She growled again, her voice low and guttural, though her Japanese was dead on.
Immediately Jessica was between them. “Sit down, Ealy-kun.” She ordered in broken Japanese, something that only happened when she stressed. To the man she said in English, “Derek, not here.”
Derek looked to Ealy who was still standing, though listening to Sound of Madness, then back to her timid sister. “Pfft, ain’t worth my time,” He put his hand into a loose fist and brought it forward in a fast and fluid motion to lift Jessica’s chin up so he could stare into her eyes. “I would love to gaze up at these pretty things,” He grinned crudely before adding. “Until I came.” he dropped her chin. When he looked at Ealy, his eyes were dancing. That was his first mistake.
Ealy ripped the headphones out of her ears and dropped her Touch on the desk. “Do not fucking touch Jessica,” Without looking, her head to the side, looking at her iPod, she grabbed him by his throat, right above his gang tattoo. Old school font spelled out South Side Demons; it was right along his collarbone and was visible from the wife beater that he wore under his open button up top. It was only then that she looked at him, “That English enough for you?” she began squeezing at the vital points.
Derek laughed as best as he could. “Oh, now I see.” He choked out, “She’s sub; you’re the Dom; kinky.” He stared into her eyes as he began to wheeze. That was his second mistake.
Ealy’s eyes flared, but she kept her cool, “Fucking prick,” she said calmly. She kicked the back of his knees making him fall hard. Now he was on his knees before her.
With his last gasp of air, he grinned and added, “I don’t normally sub, but for you, consider it done.” That was his last and final mistake. He looked at Jessica who was shocked as was everyone else in the room.
Their classmates knew that Ealy had a short fuse; that if anyone fucked with her or her sister, depending on her mood, they would get their asses kicked or if she was in a moderately good mood they would just get scared shitless. Ealy would make them have a fearful respect of her. There was never a case of when someone actually provoked it.
Ealy glared at him before bending down, “I will have your balls if you ever say a crude comment about either of us or touch her in any form.” She whispered menacingly into his ear. “I do not need to remind you what would happen if you touch me.” She reached up with her free hand and formed a fist to knock him out when a hand caught her wrist, the sound of impact a sharp slap.
Ealy whipped her head around and glared at the person foolish enough to attempt touching her. “Ealy-kun, drop him- now.”
Ealy heard the voice speaking in Native Japanese and squeezed one last time before she threw Derek to the floor. He landed with a thud.
As soon as the new face dropped her arm, Ealy bowed formally, shocking the class further. She never showed respect to anyone but her sister, Connor, her boyfriend and a young man named Ryu.
“Forgive me Ryu-sensei.” Ealy said in fluent Japanese. “He touched my sister.” She added.
Ryu nodded, “Get up Ealy-san. I understand that you were protecting her. But you went too far.” He replied.
Ealy rose slowly before she lowered her head in an additional sign of respect. “Yes, Sensei, I know.” She intoned before walking back to her seat. Ealy did not look around, eyes, straight forward, all she did was to sit back down and plug in- still listening to Skillet.
Ryu whispered something to Jessica in broken English. Jessica whimpered and nodded before sitting down too. He walked slowly to the seat in front of Ealy and leaned against the wall, with his back to it; resting his feet on the seat besides him.
Derek had been coughing up until now. He rose up to his side before placing his hands firmly on the ground and hoisting himself up. “Bitch is loco,” He muttered, his Spanish accent flaring. Ealy twitched, but didn’t move further. “I’ll kill you and your sister one day.” He threatened before swaggering to his seat at the third row.
Ealy laughed and said in Japanese directed to both Ryu and Jessica. “If I had a yen for every time someone said that, I would not have to go to school anymore.”
Jessica laughed because she was nervous, and stared at the back of Derek’s head. He made her skin crawl whenever he looked at her. Ryu shook his head and replied in his native language. “You should still be careful, Ealy-kun, Derek-san is a dangerous man.” He used the endearment from of her name this time. Ealy bowed her head in acknowledgement before closing her eyes again.
Mr. Kobald walked in and started his regular lecture before assigning a creative writing project due in a week. Ealy sniggered and rolled her eyes while Jessica religiously took notes.
Chapter 4
The next period was Art and Ealy ditched to go hang out with a few of her friends. Jessica watched her go sadly before walking to her art class. Mr. Southers was always giving her a hard time; Ealy seemed to be the only one who could actually calm him down; as well as a mind fuck. She was able to make him agree with her and do what she wanted, but Ealy had that gift since she was younger; always making their parents buy them new clothes and treats when they wanted them.
Jessica had been working on a portrait of her, Connor, Tanner and her sister, which was going to be on display in the halls after she had finished with it. She was talented; several people enjoyed seeing her draw full body or simple headshots of them; either in real life format, Chibi or anime style.
As Jessica walked over the threshold, she saw her canvas standing at the head of the class. The charcoal and pencil drawing was attracting attention, Jessica walked up and brought it to an easel at the back of the class. “Ms. Karn.” Jessica looked up to see her teacher, Mr. Southers coming over to her.
“Hello Sir.” She said as she got out her pencils and a straight razor. She began sharpening a pencil. “What can I do for you?” she asked as she began to sketch her boyfriend in jeans and a t-shirt.
Mr. Southers frowned slightly. “Is that going to be just charcoal and pencil or are you going to make it have a little color?” he asked her firmly. It was more of a rhetorical question. He hated any of his pupils having black and white drawings.
Jessica frowned and looked at the painting. She thought what her sister would say and grimaced. That would definitely get her sent to the principal’s office. She grinned before she thought of something else her sister would say. “I’ll add a little color Sir.” She smiled up at him. Mr. Southers nodded in satisfaction and left her alone.
Jessica laughed and pulled out an iPod shuffle, she began to listen to the mix of pop songs. She hummed along with it and added the final changes to Connor’s outfit. She stood up and stepped back to see it from far away. The faces were perfect; the strength showed on her sister’s face and Tanner’s, while the innocence in both Connor and her eyes showed as well. Jessica sat back down and adjusted the eyes to make them anime style. Taking out her colored pencils, she colored them, making Ealy and Tanner's eyes more solid and her own and Connor’s' loose and full of life. She grinned at the result and then took a sharpie to sign her name at the bottom corner.
Jessica took one last look at it. She had drawn her sister in a plaid red and black skirt that came to rest just above her thighs, black and red all stars on her feet and a tank top that had the Dead Kennedy’s logo. Jessica had placed a protective and enticing smile on her face; it also had the underlines of a challenge, the thrill of a fight. There were spike punk bracelets and a spike collar. Tanner’s outfit was a skin-tight dark green tank top, showing his washboard stomach and muscles, a pair of faded blue jeans on his legs. A pair of brown work boots on his feet and a cocky smile on his face. She had put Connor in a simple pair of khaki slacks and a light blue-collared business shirt. A set of brown loafers were on his feet completed the look. The smile she had put on her mate was one that was both caring and comforting. She had drawn herself in a simple pale blue summer dress, her hair curling around her face and pooling over her shoulders. Her feet were bare and she had a smile on her face that reached her eyes.
Jessica put it with the rest of the paintings and drawings that had gotten the privilege of being out in the halls. Jessica sat back down at her desk and took out some printer paper to sketch a comic of her boyfriend and her in danger and Ealy coming to save them. She snorted and started laughing at how idiotic it was. Tanner wouldn’t be far behind; and besides, Ealy had begun to teach her how to fight. Jessica started the comic over, this time making sure she kicked his ass. While Connor stood back with a satisfying look on his face. Pausing she erased it and put instead a look of both wonder and fear. As if he wanted to help, but was afraid she might get hurt worse.
“My, my, my... Bitch’s sister does have talent.” A voice whispered in her ear. The Spanish accent was but a whisper on his breath.
A creepy and perverted aura surrounded her and Jessica flinched and kept drawing. “You really shouldn’t say those words you know.” She said quietly, still drawing the doodle, before absentmindedly drawing a picture of a cat sunning herself on a rug in front of a window.
Derek sat beside her an empty chair straddling the stool, “What, you think you could take me.” It was more of a statement than a question.
Jessica kept drawing the cat, changing the sex and him into a Neko. “I never said that Derek.” Her skin was crawling. “All I know is that when push comes to shove I can take care of myself moderately.” She shivered slightly before making the cat’s ear twitch as he snoozed.
Derek laughed coldly and darkly. “One day we’ll have to put that to the test.” He patted her shoulder before walking out of the class. He only came for roll call then left. All the teachers and students were scared of him, with the exception of Ealy and Tanner. Derek was the second in command of the most powerful gang in their city.
As soon as he left, Jessica pulled out her cell and texted a warning to Ealy. There was a reply right away. ‘Don’t worry about him, sis. Tanner and I will look after you. You should know that...’ Jessica clenched the phone to her chest, before bringing it up to her lips to kiss it. “I love you Ealy-kun.” She whispered in Japanese.
Chapter 5
Ealy had left her sister at second period hesitantly. She would rather stick by her side, but the art teacher gave her the creeps. Besides, he probably wouldn’t like the picture she was drawing now. Her skill wasn’t as good as her sister’s, but it was second best. She was in the process of drawing a morbid cartoon with blood, and a little violence. Someone was raping a young teen and the boyfriend was slowly cutting off the male’s dick after he had kicked his ass. She grinned as she thought of it; the picture was safe in the drawing pad in her backpack. Her friends, Karin, Zeza and Zane were going to the old haunted house just down the street. There were stories of screams coming from the upstairs rooms late at night. Ealy knew what they were. They were women that the Southside Demons had abducted and were torturing before raping and kicking to the curb, nothing new there. She, however, wanted to go anyways, so now she followed her friends, with Zane leading the way. He had claimed Karin and Zeza back in middle school. He wanted to make his own harem and was getting close.
Once through the back door, they were in a mudroom. She looked around and saw that the place was deserted. The SD were either skipping school or in classes that they had to be in. “Too quiet, too quiet.” She muttered softly in Japanese. When Karin looked at her, she gave her a grim smile. “Zane, watch your girls. They are the SD’s type. If there is any lurking around here, they will be the first to go.” She paused before showing a flash of canines that looked like fangs when she grinned evilly, “They will make you watch.”
Zane looked at Ealy from his ever-changing eyes. At moments, they were a soft purple, at other times they were a brown so dark you thought they were black. Now they changed to that form of brown. “What about you?” he asked her, his voice gruff, concern hiding at the end. He scanned the mudroom, his shaggy black Emo style hair getting into his eyes.
Ealy shrugged and walked closer, showing him that she wasn’t kidding. Her green eye growing dark, her blue one almost robotic, “They will try and torture me. Try to make me scream. When they cannot they will probably kill and dump me somewhere.” She shrugged again and touched his shoulder. “If you want, I’ll make sure this place is clear before we venture any farther in.”
When Zane shook his head and got that look into his eyes as if he could take care of himself and his girls, Ealy nodded and sighed sadly. “It is all on you,” She reached behind her to pull out a pair of gloves that jingled slightly. At Zane’s look, she showed them to him, “I bought these gloves and modified them to look like Zell’s from Final Fantasy 8. She grinned and tugged them on. “Granted they are not as bad ass, but the bits of metal on the knuckles have got me out of several binds.”
Zane tilted his head and guided his girls into the kitchen while Ealy trailed slightly behind. She caught her reflection in a full body mirror, which was cracked, and saw her gloves clashing with her corsair jacket. What did her sister always say, protection before fashion? On the other hand, was it comfort before fashion? She could never keep up with her sister’s sayings. Somehow, the second one sounded like her sister, “Ealy!” Zane’s cry made her rush quickly and silently into the kitchen.
The kitchen had a grimy feel to it and Ealy shuddered slightly before looking to Zane who was squatting facing a corner. She made her way quietly to him. “What is it?” she asked making him jump. Zane stepped back to reveal a girl tied up. Ealy stopped and clenched her teeth. Her eyes darkened; the blue an indigo and the green a very dark jade, “Fuckers.” She growled with such ferocity that Zane and his two girls back up a little. Her eyes softened just as quickly, showing the three friends how much and fast Ealy could change. She stepped forward and squatted, her knees never touching the sticky and red tinted tiled floor. She spoke first in Japanese. “Hello, Little Bit.” She addressed the girl who she could only guess was at least fifteen. When the girl raised her head, Ealy saw that she was an Asian who was thirteen. She would have been a very pretty girl, if not for the smudges on her cheeks and her hair ratted and mussed. “Can you speak?” she asked again, the words sounding foreign to Zeza and Karin. Zane had spent enough time around her to understand most of what she said. The girl shook her head and shook slightly. Ealy noticed that she was naked, and tied with her hands above her to a radiator. “Get out of here.” She spoke in English and without turning. Karin and Zeza looked to Zane who ushered them quietly away. Their footsteps told her that they had departed. “I am going to help you, alright?” she reached into her pocket and flicked open a stiletto switchblade. It had been a fourteenth birthday present from Tanner. He had showed her a site where she could make her own. She did and it was her baby.
With dark Rosewood handle and polished Kris blade that she made sure was sharp every night. The blade was six inches. She hadn’t used it yet, but the man that she used it on would be sorry that he had fucked with her. It felt light in her hands weighing only eight ounces. Ealy looked to the girl. “Relax, Shika-kun. I will get you out of here.” She said in Japanese, calling her deer for the way her eyes grew wide and she froze as if she was a deer in the headlights.
“No...Please just leave me here...they’ll be back soon.” The girl spoke rapidly, her voice still light and child-like. Shika shook her head and pleaded with Ealy. “Just leave me here...please.” she added. “My parents won’t worry about me. They never wanted me.” She confessed.
Ealy considered still taking her down but she bowed her head low, she would respect her wish, even though she was lying. Flicking the knife closed she put her hand on the girl’s cheek. “We shall see you soon. When I grow older, I will look for a baby that reminds me of a deer. That will be Shika-kun.” She smiled and kissed the girl’s head. Ealy believed in reincarnation.
Shika managed a small smile before bowing her head as well. “Now go! Before they come and do what they did to me. Protect your friends.” She commanded.
Ealy pocketed her knife and nodded. She turned on her heel and walked quickly though silent, as though she were stalking a small animal. She heard a call and she raced through to the mudroom again, clamping her hand over Zane’s mouth firmly. “Not a word.” She whispered violently in English. “They are on their way here.” She slid her hand back into her pocket and touched her knife, comforted by the thought that it was still there. “We need to go back to school.” She turned to the girls. “Can you run?” she asked. When they nodded, she pointed to the strip of trees that made a fence on the left side of the house. “The school is that way. Run.” When the girls ran, she turned to Zane. “Never come back to this house again. Understand?” she told him, still speaking in English. Her accent flaring again, no one really could figure out what it was. It was definitely foreign, but since she had lived in the states all her life; none could guess.
Zane nodded, “Yes, I do.” He looked over her shoulder, “What happened to the girl?” he asked. When Ealy shook her head slightly Zane sighed. “Well you tried.” He touched her arm. “You did what you could.” He told her comfortingly, but Ealy’s mood didn’t improve.
It was only when they were headed back to the campus did Ealy say, only in Japanese, “One day, Derek-chan. You will be in pain, and I will laugh and bathe in your blood.” She said it audibly and Zane balked, his face turning white, his eyes a very light purple. Ealy glanced at him and grinned, “Ah so you understand more than you let on, huh?” she asked in English. When he nodded, she smiled again flashing her canines and he stopped walking to put more space between them. Ealy noticed and laughed as her phone buzzed in her jeans pocket. “You think I am a vampire?” she smiled wide and pointed, “These are not fangs. They are just canines. I do not brush them. I prefer them to be sharp.” She laughed low and deep as she slid her blood red Blackberry open to read her text. “Mother fucker,” She whispered in Italian. She replied to it before tucking it away. “We have to hurry Zane-kun.” She told her friend, speaking in Japanese, “We need to run.” She took off, despite her clothes at a fast and steady pace, Zane trying to catch up.
Chapter 6
It was already lunch, so Ealy gave Zane a loose salute and went off to find Tanner and her sister. Zane watching her leave with a mixture of fear and respect. He had seen and found out more about her than he really wanted to. He wandered off as well to find his two girls, who were hiding in the girl’s bathroom, cowering and holding each other as they cried. Both the girls were too scared to believe anything that happened today. They saw a girl they had known since elementary school deal with a situation they both knew very little about and their protector seem on edge, they were not ready for this type of deal this soon.
Ealy found her boyfriend first; he was talking to a few of his male friends. She had unbuttoned her jacket, so it billowed out from the strong breeze that came up. However, seeing how her element was wind, it was no surprise. “Tanner...” she whispered in his ear.
Tanner shuddered as the wind played with his dark brown shaggy hair and turned around. Ealy wasn’t there. He closed his eyes, reached out to his right, and caught her by the neck. “I’ve found you babe.” He grinned showing a flash of sharp canines.
Ealy breathed in sharply at his light touch on her neck. “Well done.” She smiled and walked into his chest, her neck still held. Tanner brought her up to her toes, which Ealy did willingly to kiss him passionately. There were cheers and kissing noises from his friends, but the couple ignored them. It was only when Tanner released her neck did Ealy push him to the ground. She quickly straddled him and smiled around the kiss. Tanner didn’t even flinch as he hit the pavement. As they kissed Ealy reached up to cup him gently.
A whistle sounded and Ealy rolled her eyes as she kept kissing her boyfriend. The whistle sounded again and an annoying voice said, “Cut it out you too. You know the rules of PDA. That is-”
Ealy raised a hand and flipped her off as she continued to kiss him. He chuckled under her and opened his eyes, Ealy doing the same.You know they might send you to the office again,
Ealy could hear him say it, even though she was just looking into his eyes. Yes, but do I care? She responded, not saying a word, though stopping the kiss. Tanner chuckled again and pulled himself up, hands on her waist. His muscles rippling under her made Ealy moan with longing. “Come on, babe. Give Mrs. Finch what she wants.” He murmured, melting Ealy with his Irish accent, which he put on thick. Ealy nodded and climbed off him.
Ealy turned to look at the librarian. Her beady black eyes peered at her, waiting for her to say something else so she could go on her power trip. She was skinny, and the only part of her that had any fat on her was her face. Ealy looked at her with distain before making a very awkward and stiff bow. “Forgive me Finch-sensei.” She said in Japanese, but Tanner cleared his throat and Ealy rose, rolling her eyes. “I am sorry Ma’am.”
Mrs. Finch nodded once and walked away, back to the library, which was next to the cafeteria. The way she walked was bird-like. Her name was probably just a fluke, a coincidence. All the students and faculty wondered whether it was a cruel turn of fate that her first name was Flicker.
Tanner laughed and lay flat against the pavement before flipping himself up. “Was that so hard, my dear?” he asked her, putting his arm around her shoulders. At her look, Tanner gave a low chuckle and nibbled her neck, making her moan softly for him. “Come on. Let’s find your sister.” He waved good-bye to his friends who watched the pair leave with confused looks on their faces. Although they both knew that Ealy and Tanner in the same vicinity could mean trouble, and trouble that came fast. At the same time, they knew that staying around Ealy and Tanner meant that they would be able to get out of trouble just as fast, having a friend who was a mob boss and someone known for her fighting prowess could mean great things.
Ealy and Tanner walked into the busy cafeteria, the smells of over cooked and greasy pizza reaching their noses, and Ealy wrinkled hers. She buried her face into his chest and breathed in his trademark scent; something between Axe, Irish Spring and some cologne that she couldn’t place. She sighed and looked up at him, he caught her eye and grinned showing his canines. Ealy laughed and flashed her own back.
“There they are.” Tanner pointed to the exit the farthest away. Sliding his arm off her shoulders, he clasped her hand and walked pointedly to the table.
Ealy nodded and walked in time with him. It was then that she remembered that she still her gloves on. The cafeteria patrol walked by; two teachers assigned to the grueling task of making sure that no one cut in line or started food fights or fights that would make someone limp and leave bloody. Ealy looked straight ahead and clenched her hand tighter around Tanner’s, while the other hand disappeared up the sleeve of her jacket. Tanner noticed and smiled. “You can take care of those once we get to the table.” He said softly and Ealy nodded.
When they got to the table, Tanner waited for Ealy to sit before he sat down besides her. Reaching under the table, Ealy shed her gloves, and then stood, Tanner jumping to his feet. Ealy bowed her head slightly before she tucked the gloves into her back pocket then sat back down, Tanner waiting until she had sat down before he took his seat.
“Sister, where were you? I could have needed your support in Art. Mr. Southers was giving me a hard time.” Jessica interrogated her.
Ealy grinned and laughed. Her soft laugh was gentle, but the undertones were evil. “Southers was your problem? He wanted you to put color in your picture again?” she asked. She grinned and held up a hand and brought her fingers to her thumb and shook it horizontally quickly before releasing her fingers as if letting something go. Tanner laughed deep and Connor blushed quickly before controlling himself. Jessica looked quizzically to her friends. She had never seen ‘Slow Jerk.’
Ealy flashed her canines before asking, “What did you tell him? To fuck off I hope?” she looked to her sister, eyes bright and shining.
Jessica shook her head and Ealy’s face fell. “No, that’s what I first thought,” here Ealy grinned in pride, “But I found something that wouldn’t get me into trouble.” She looked to Connor who started laughing, “Mr. Southers said to put ‘a little’ color in my picture.” She paused and Ealy had a shit-eating grin on her face. Jessica continued, “I changed the eyes to anime style and colored them with pencil.”
Ealy laughed. “That is the way sister. Now you have got it.” She made a rude British gesture, “Just do that the next time Southers gives you an order. I promise he will not know what it is.” Her eyes were full of mischief.
Jessica shook her head, “But he’s British.” She said hesitantly. “He will know what it is.” She glared at her sister. “I’m not like you. I don’t look for trouble.”
Ealy laughed and winked at her sister, “I do not need to. It finds me.” She thought about following Zane to the house. She shook her head and her eyes grew sad. “For some reason... bad things happen to good people around me, situations that I cannot do anything about... Girls I cannot save. Families get torn apart because I am not strong enough to handle their pain and cops who are afraid of pansy ass gangs.” She lowered her head and looked at her hands. The knuckles and the valleys between the knuckles scarred, red and swollen in places. Recent and past fights telling their stories.
Tanner put his arm around her shoulder again and hugged her close. “It’s alright love. I know you are stronger than you might think.” In an undertone, he whispered into her ear, “You couldn’t save that girl, even if you wanted to. She was already dead. SD is going to execute her tonight, a long and tortuous death. Don’t worry, stress or try to do anything about it. It’s not worth you dying for.” He kissed her head and then whispered in Irish, “I love you. I don’t want you ever to leave me. If you die, so do I.”
Ealy melted at his words and twitched slightly as well, “I know...but I...” she shook her head and looked into his eyes. I wanted to save her...but she wanted me to leave her to her fate. Why would she do that? Ealy asked him with her eyes, begging him to give her an answer that would make her restless soul at peace.
Connor and Jessica watched the twin carefully. Torment showed; something that was rare. Ealy was always uncaring, all she ever cared about was the ones she loved being safe and free. Nothing but strength and power showed in her eyes. Connor knew Ealy had skipped, but he didn’t know what she had done. Jessica had a fair idea, but she didn’t want to voice it.
Tanner looked back at her, his eyes softening into the loving form that they always were in when he was around Ealy. She knew that even if you rescued her, they would come after you. Its better she commit suicide than see you get hurt. She was Asian, right, and she understood Japanese? Seppuku, she would rather that than mass suicide. She was protecting you my dearest Ealy. Respect that.
Ealy bowed her head to him and let one tear fall into her lap. When she looked up at him, her eyes were clear and strong again. “Thank you babe,” She responded in Irish. Tanner nodded and she turned to her sister. “Do me a favor next time you go to Art class?” she asked her twin, her accent making passersby take a second glance at her. When Jessica nodded, Ealy grinned. “Tell him that my piece is almost finished.” She winked at her sister, who frowned. “Southers has been wanted something new from me, now I have it.”
Jessica looked at her curiously, “That morbid pencil sketch?” she asked, when Ealy nodded, she shook her head rapidly, “He won’t take that.”
Tanner looked at his girlfriend, “You draw?” he asked in surprise. When Ealy nodded again, he laughed. “I want to see.”
Ealy grinned, “I have to grab it from my bag.” She stood, and Tanner jumped to his feet again. Ealy smiled and walked out the door and into a hallway. She had fought for this locker in particular. It was in the roughest place. All the seniors had their claims. on the top lockers, and since she was a freshman, she had fought for one of the top lockers, knowing she would win. She had gone through all the office shit as well as the seniors around her trying to force her to drop her quest. A single afternoon and eleven strong seniors were at her back. Opening it quickly, she pulled her sketchbook out and slammed her locker close, before returning to them.
When she came close, Tanner jumped to his feet, bumping his knee on the table. Ealy smiled and shook her head, “You do not have to do that each and every time I approach babe.” She muttered to him in Irish.
Tanner shook his head, “It’s a sign of respect. Blame it on my Italian ways. We protect and respect our women.”
Ealy laughed and hugged him before she sat back down. She opened the pad and flipped past morbid drawings of an anime drawn woman standing before them, blood dripping out of her eyes, ears, mouth and nose. A bullet wound in her chest. At Connor’s look she actually grimaced, another rare occurrence for her, “I have been having dreams about this.” She flipped past different variations.
Tanner’s stomach flipped at the one of a girl held by what appeared to be her lover. “You dreamed all these?” he asked her quietly. When Ealy sighed and gave him a quiet yes, he got a sick a feeling that resonated from his stomach all the way to his heart. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’ve been having the same dreams...”
Ealy looked at him sharply, her eyes burning with strength. She softened her gaze and kissed him deeply. “Nothing is going to happen to me babe. I am too strong- my spirit is too strong for that.” she went back to flipping pages until she came to the picture in question.
Tanner leaned closer to stare at it before he let out a hearty laugh, making people turn their heads, “That’s beautiful.” He said, his accent flaring.
Connor tried to look at it upside down, so Ealy swirled the pad around. Connor studied it for a minute then blushed and winced at the same time. “It looks painful.” He added, his golden eyes growing dark for a few moments; they showed the pain as if it real.
Ealy laughed as her sister peered at it and shook her head. “That’s brutal.” She looked away as if she couldn’t see it any more. Ealy laughed again, her eyes shining with amusement. Some of her drawings were subject to censoring and many adults hated them.
One of the cafeteria patrols walked by and noticed the pad. It was facing him and he bent over Jessica’s shoulder to stare at it. “Ms. Karn. I would expect better from you.” He admonished, looking at her sternly, before looking back at the picture, really studying it.
Ealy smiled and waved her hand in a loose salute, “Excuse me, but I am the one who drew that.” she put on her shit-eating grin. “I have others, you want to see them?” The way she said it was as if she enjoyed making the orderly pissed at her. She flipped the pad her way and flipped back to get to the most brutal of her dreams, it showed a girl who had a knife held to her throat and she was entirely naked. There were scars and burn wounds all over her arms and her breasts. A line of tears flowed down her cheeks. It was a very quick sketch, but the meaning of it was clear.
Tanner looked to his girlfriend, “You dreamed this too?” he asked her in Italian. His preferred language was Irish but stress and impulse made it go to the second.
Ealy nodded, “Yes. I did. This was last night’s dream.” She told him, replying in Irish, bringing him back to reality.
The man grimaced and shook his head. “Ealy, you need to see the counselor.” When Ealy sniggered and shook her head, he looked at her. “That girl has a resemblance of you. You do realize that, right?” he asked worriedly.
When Ealy nodded, she replied, her accent flaring, it coming out as junk English. “Yeah, I know. These are all dreams, I have been having.” She looked up at him and started to flip the pages showing less and less morbid, but all revolving around death and torture. None of them involved rape, but Ealy figured that her dream tonight would be one like that.
The man shook his head, “Please come with me Ms. Karn.” He held out his hand in a sign that she should follow him. At the look Ealy gave him, he dropped his hand and shrunk back.
Ealy looked to Tanner who rose, “I’ll come with her, Sir.” When the man nodded, he put his hand on her back. Ealy sighed and rolled her eyes before gently closing the pad. “I’ll see you next period.” It was the only one that all of them were in. Connor and Jessica nodded as Ealy followed Mr. Hinder to the office.


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