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Story- Part 8

Marisa sighed. "Did they think I was bluffing or did they just not care?",she muttered. She kicked the man , instantly knocking him unconscious and ducked as the first person to reach her attacked. Using her speed Powers, Marisa got in front of her attacker before he even realized she had dodged. She grabbed his arms and used his momentum to swing him around and into the attackers behind her. As soon as she did this two new attackers appeared on either side of her, swinging their bats. Marisa waited until the last second then ducked out of the way. She didn't bother looking back as the bats found their new targets. This group had obviously never fought a trained Deviant before. Her speed surprised them and her strength took them off guard. This was strange, because she remembered Rhoda telling the headmistress that was a skilled group. Now that she thought about it,... weren't there supposed to be more people? Twenty did not seem like enough people to take down an entire school of trained fighters.
Something wasn't right.
Marisa defeated the last enemy and turned to Rhoda to ask about these things, but saw that Rhoda was no longer laying on the ground. Marisa didn't see Rhoda anywhere.
Suddenly, she felt a stab of pain in her back and then a shove from behind. Marisa fell to the ground. Looking up she saw Rhoda standing above her with a knife in her hand. As Marisa watched, the deep cut on Rhoda's arm closed up and healed in a matter of seconds.
No normal person could do that.
"You're Deviant?" Marisa asked, incredulously.
"Oh look, she finally realizes," said Rhoda.

To Be Continued...

Story- Part 6

"Rhoda, what are you doing?!" Marisa exclaimed.
"We need to get out of here," Rhoda replied. "Come on, help me!" Both of them getting away in one piece would be much harder if their enemies were focused on Rhoda, who had no training with fighting. Especially now that they didn't have the element of surprise that Marisa had been counting on.
"Stop, let me handle this," Marisa yelled as the man started to move closer with his knife drawn.
"What are you talking about?", said Rhoda. "There's at least twenty people in here. How are you going to handle them all by yourself?"
"Don't you know what Deviant means? Stop!" But Rhoda wasn't listening anymore. With her wrists still tied together, she charged at the man. He swung his knife. Marisa used her strength to break the ropes that bound her and stood up, but it was too late. Rhoda screamed and fell as the knife sliced through her upper arm. As she fell, Marisa's diamond necklace slid from her pocket. It slipped across the floor in front of Marisa, stained red with Rhoda's blood.
Marisa froze at the sight of the necklace. Suddenly, it was like she was back in her village all those years ago, hiding under the floorboards of her house while the D.H. attacked. The only reason she had survived back then was because her parents had hastily hid her in a small compartment under their basement floor when they heard the commotion outside. Marisa remembered trembling in fear in her hiding place as the people from D.H. pounded on the front door, trying to get in. When they finally broke in, Marisa could hear the sounds of fighting coming from upstairs. Her parents fought as hard as they could, but there were too many Deviant Hunters; too many people who wanted them dead because of what they could do. After defeating her parents the D.H. had searched the house but found no one else, and left. When she was finally brave enough, Marisa had climbed out of her hiding place and out of the basement to find that her house had been destroyed. The entire structure was nothing more than rubble on the ground. Without walls surrounding her, Marisa could see that the rest of the village was the same; lifeless and broken. Her parents lay dead in the living room of the destroyed house. And there, around her mother's cold neck, was that diamond necklace, stained in blood.

To Be Continued.....

Story- Part 5

They woke up sitting against a wall in a dim building, with their wrists tied behind them. Marisa could tell by the unkempt appearance of the place that it was an abandoned building. Once her eyes adjusted to the little light that came through the windows she saw that she and Rhoda were surrounded. About twenty people, all dressed in black jackets, stood along the walls of the large room they were in, looking at the two girls. A man, who appeared to be the leader, stepped forward when he saw that his captives were awake.
"So," he said as he drew nearer," Rhoda thought she was slick, didn't she? Thought we wouldn't notice when she started working with the Deviants. The man looked at Marisa as if she was something nasty he'd found under his shoe. Ingoring him, Marisa leaned slightly closer to Rhoda. "Is this the group you were working with?" Marisa asked her. "The ones who're supposed to attack us tonight?" Rhoda nodded.
"Hey!, " the man yelled. Rhoda let out a squeal of surprise he suddenly kicked the wall directly next to her head. Keeping his foot firmly planted on the wall, he leaned over them menacingly. " Next person who talks without my permission is dead." Marisa sighed, feeling more annoyed than frightened. She had fought enemies much more formidable than this before and would have no problem putting this to an end if there were no interferences. She began testing the strength of the ropes around her wrists and was about to break free when a determined look suddenly came over Rhoda's face.
Taking them all by surprise, Rhoda sprang up and head-butted the man standing over them. He stumbled backwards. The people watching along the edges of the room began drawing their weapons and moving closer, but the man held up his hand to stop them. Clutching his injured face, he drew a long knife from his back pocket and said angrily, " I don't need any help to take down one useless little girl."

To Be Continued....