Kiera
I needed to figure out a way to ditch this Neph quick. The Trials are only two days away and he's pretty skeptical about what I am. No matter how many times I told him I was human he just rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, whatever."
Violet Eyes yanked me up off the ground holding on to my arm. He got right up in my face, only a breath away and spoke,
"I know you're planning on going to The Trials. Anyone with your skills would. That is why I am not going to let you get in the Sector Walls. We will arrive at the morning of the Trial Ceremony and you are not allowed to follow me. If you do try to get in, I will erase your mind right when we get there and you will never even remember wanting to go to The Trials. And if you even think about running away from me before we reach the Walls, I swear I will erase your mind right then. Of course, you will still help me get to The Walls when your memory is erased, but it will be like you're in a state of unawareness. You got that?" He hissed at me.
Is he insane? Can Nephilim even erase minds? I thought that Nephilim having powers was only a cover up for why they have the right to reside within the Sector Walls.
I stared defiantly up into his unusual eyes and said, "I am going to The Trials and you will not stop me." The moment I said those words, I slapped my mouth shut. Like I said, my common sense sometimes leaves me when I get nervous. This will probably piss him off even more. I should have just nodded and agreed.
"Don't test me, human. If you really are just a human, then you do not belong in those Walls. Even if you aren't a human, I do not want you there. You will be a danger to us all and I can not let you threaten the Nephilim," Violet Eyes declared as he got even closer to me as if daring me to say something. When I didn't say anything, he backed up and motioned for me to follow him.
Yep, Violet Eyes must really be insane. First, talking about how he can erase my memories and shit. Next, he's going on about how I'm dangerous to the Nephilim. Pfft as if. How could I possibly be a threat to them? I'm just a 17-year old girl who's trying to get to The Trials. Nothing threatening about that.
We walked out from behind the dumpster and headed quickly in the opposite direction the street brawl had been. I could tell these streets used to look beautiful at night, the houses all lit up, laughter in the air. Now, there's hardly enough light filtering through the street lamps to enable us to see. All the houses are abandoned and ransacked in this area. Broken glass, trash, and some things I don't want to even identify litter the streets.
I've always avoided being out alone at night. The gangs come out when it gets dark and you do not want to mess with them. Violet Eyes should know better than to travel at this time. But hey, I guess since he's from inside the Sector Walls that he never has to worry about gangs or anything. How naive of him.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Leered a deep, raspy voice.
~
Declan
"Why are you late?" Demanded my father as I opened the door to The Ward of The White Sector, also known as my house.
"I'm not," I replied aggravated. I continued past him through the expansive house better suited to be a castle. The Ward of the White Sector is where the First Descendant and his family reside. This is where the breakdown of the White Sector takes place. Sometimes, The Descendants of The Black and Blue Sector will come here with The Known Family to discuss matters that never involve myself. Mostly, they discuss The Trials and demon activity throughout The Sectors.
Everything about this place is dramatic; the high ceilings, sparkling glass chandeliers, expansive living room and kitchen, among many other aspects that I couldn't care less about.
"Do not forget who you are speaking to, Declan," The First Descendant threatened.
Just another one of his idle threats pouring futilely from his mouth. To be honest, it would be much worse if he did attempt to do anything to me than not at all. I hold the capability of ruining his life right in the palm of my hands and he knows it. Father just likes to feel as though he is stronger or more powerful than I am. You know what, I let him believe that because I am so much stronger than he will ever know. He has no idea what I am truly capable of. Only I know that. That secret is best to be kept with only myself.
No matter how many ancient texts I've searched through, none have ever described the power I have. I don't fully understand how it works, I just know I can do it. My father is only aware that I can "absorb", "imitate", or "mimic" other Nephilim's powers so to speak. Basically, just by tapping into another Nephilim's power source, I can use their power. After that, I will always be able to use it. The First Descendant knows about this power, but he does not know to what extent I have control of it. This is what I have always kept hidden.
Even without my father knowing the full extent of my power, he still knows I'm dangerous. With the power I have, I can take on virtually any demon. Anyone with the power I have could easily let it get to their head. Then, life for all of us living within the Sector Walls know it would be complete chaos.
I know I can handle it. Perhaps that's why I have this power and someone much weaker than me doesn't. Whatever the reason is, I will use my power to banish demons and the other evils of this world.
~
Kiera
Well this is just great. Violet Eyes would lead us right into gang territory. We were standing between a lake that dried out long ago and an apartment building that looked two good shoves away from toppling right over.
The gang member who spoke first stepped out from the shadows of the apartment building. He had gauges piercing his ears and long, greasy hair dangling in his beady eyes. Greasy's clothes were tattered and stained dark red in places, probably from something I didn't want to think about.
I pulled my hat lower over my eyes so I could discreetly look for a place to run away to. This would be the perfect opportunity to lose Violet Eyes. I'll just wait until he initializes the fight with Greasy to be too occupied to notice I'm gone.
As if sensing my thoughts, Violet Eyes grabbed my arm and said, "Don't you dare think about running now. You will pay for it when this fight is over."
At least one of us was confident about coming out of this fight alive because I sure wasn't. Especially when two more of Greasy's gang slinked out from behind the apartment building. Violet Eyes still wasn't going to take his chances at running. Nope, he was going to stay here and fight them.
Faster than my eyes could register it, Violet Eyes reached down in his boot and yanked out something small and sharp. All in one fluid motion, he threw it through the air. The knife sailed right for one of Greasy's goons. The guy made gurgling noises as the knife embedded itself in his neck. He dropped like a sack of dead weight.
So obviously, Violet Eyes could fight. And he could fight well. He didn't have time to repeat that same stunt on the other two gang members before they rushed towards us.
"You take the one on the left, I'll take the one on the right," instructed Violet Eyes.
Like hell I was staying here to fight with him. If he honestly thought that, he had another thing coming. But all I said was, "Gotcha."
When the guy on the left approached me, I easily dodged him and threw my elbow back. It connected with the back of his head with a sickening crunch. I didn't look back to see if he was getting up or if Violet Eyes needed help. It was his fault we got in this mess in the first place.
I darted toward the door of the apartment building and didn't stop running until I had climbed all five floors to the roof. Breathing heavy, I tried to find somewhere I could hide before Greasy and Violet Eyes would find me. I could hear the sounds of pursuit from inside the building.
The door to the roof burst open before I could do anything and Violet Eyes came barreling through it right toward me. He looked very pissed off.
"You weak little human didn't even knock your guy out and left me alone to fight the both of them. Now guess what. They're both after us now and we have no where to run on this roof. Nice going," Violet Eyes exploded.
Right as he finished that speech, Greasy and the guy I had elbowed slithered onto the roof. Violet Eyes hopped up on the edge of the roof and balanced precariously on his toes.
"You got us," he said.
"That was almost too easy," Greasy rasped.
Once again, Violet Eyes latched onto my arm. Without moving his lips, he leaned over so his mouth was even with my ear and whispered so quietly I could barely hear him, "We are going to have to jump."
"What!?" I shrieked, blowing his discrete plan. Greasy and his partner squinted at us, knowing something was up.
Violet Eyes shoved his hands under my armpits and plucked me off the ground like I didn't weigh anything. Placing me next to him on the ledge of the roof, he slowly turned around and put his back to our attackers. Holy crap, he was actually being serious about jumping. There is no way either of us would survive that fall from five stories up.
I opened my mouth to express those thoughts to him when his arm snaked around my waist and drew me right to him.
"What are you doing?" I whispered harshly.
He didn't even bother to answer that before jumping off the edge of the roof with me in his arms.
~
Declan
I shouldered my way past Father and Mother to the immaculate staircase. I hardly glanced at the impressive paintings decorating the walls of the staircase or the huge chandelier hanging from the center of the grand entranceway as I made my way up the stairs. All this nonsense in The Ward was a waste of money in my opinion. Honestly, who needs a house this big? Only three Nephilim lived here, but whatever.
I passed by my parents' master bedroom and headed further down the hallway. The last door on the right belonged to me.
I shoved the door open and slammed it shut. I had only the bear necessities in my room; a bed, desk, and closet. I wasn't in here enough to add anything personal.
I made my way over towards my king size bed situated right in the center of my room. The comforter was black like everything else in my room. The black desk was to the right and the closet was to the left of my bed. I plopped down on my bed exhausted and fell asleep without changing my clothes.
I hated this dream. I haven't had it in a while but it used to plague all my dreams as a nightmare. I was maybe nine or ten years old with some girl a year or two younger than myself. We were in the Training Center already preparing for The Trials. We were facing each other on the blue mats about to begin our match.
We snuck in here when we weren't supposed to so we could test out our powers. At the time, I was only aware that I could use other Neph's powers so when we began going at it, I started to tap into her power.
The blond girl's power was to know what I would do before I acted upon it. She was always a step ahead of me and we could never quite beat each other.
This match was different, however. When I tapped into her power, she said, "Wait something's wrong. I can't see what you're going to do anymore."
"What do you mean?" I wondered.
"I feel like my power is gone," she whispered.
That's when I knew something wasn't right. I told her to attack me to see if I could use her power. A moment before she agreed to attack me, I envisioned her rush me to through a strong kick aimed right at my stomach.
When she actually was going to do that, I ducked under her leg and rolled out underneath it. I came out facing her back.
"Did you know I was going to do that?" she asked.
"Yeah, I saw it all in my head a split second before you actually did it," I responded.
Later on, I realized I had stolen her power. I don't know what happened to her after that, but I haven't seen her since I took her power. I just know that no one inside the Sector Walls is allowed to or can live here without a power. It's too dangerous to live among demons to not have a power. Without a power, you're as good as dead.