Whats’s In The Past

August 2230 – By Rebecca Green

It was only an hour’s drive from the city to the small town that bordered the Academy. Adrian had passed the time as he was used to- taking along a book he’d read a hundred times, the pages and covers worn and wrinkled. For him, it was just another car ride- for the girl sitting in the front seat, it was much more. She was old enough to attend Strongwind Academy, a prestigious school for all types of students, and she could hardly wait. She wouldn’t be staying just yet, even though she could. Her mother had told her that staying this early was unnecessary. All she could do at that point was count down the days until she was free.

Veronica was the first out of the car when it came to a stop- Betty hadn’t even had a chance to put the car in park before the girl’s feet hit the pavement and she was darting around the car, yanking the driver’s side door open and bouncing on her heels. “C’mon!” she demanded, reaching out and tugging insistently on her mother’s arm. The woman gave a brief laugh, unbuckling her seatbelt and giving a glance at the boy in the back seat. “Patience, Veronica- the school’s not going anywhere. Put the book down, Adrian, and come on.”

Rising from the car, she pulled her arm from Veronica’s grasp, missing the look that crossed the girl’s face at the news that her brother was coming with them. “He’s coming?” she asked, meeting her mother’s gaze, annoyed by the confusion that flickered across Betty’s eyes.

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An Assailant of Blood

Thursday, 12/5/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

The knife pricked her finger. Held there, the knife duly twisted against her skin. Shadows danced across the floor, thrown about by the waning moon against the windows and the trees blowing in the wind, just outside the hallway where she walked. Gold eyes glinted in the light, and the woman brandishing the weapon walked tall, a clean six foot body with waist length hair pulled into a blonde ponytail. It bounced with every movement, each step confident and leisurely. No one would be around. School had let out hours ago, each of the brats would be hiding away in their houses, cramming in what little studying they could for final exams to come.

None of them would come across her, clad in a leather jacket and tight black leggings. She reached a hand into the jacket, pulling out a small black orb, bringing it to her nose and taking a whiff. Smiling, the woman was close to her destination.

She hadn’t thought it would come to this. The plan had been to scare the little brat, run her out of the job and keep her from sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. And, four years ago, it had worked. Vander had quit as expected at the simple threats. It hadn’t been that hard, really, to find her family- snap a couple of pictures, take a couple notes on their daily activities and send it to the agent. Vander – Silverfang – had handed in her resignation in a matter of hours.

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