> Fall Of The Solar Empire
>  by Lobby04
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> The Meeting
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	The night's air was cold and brisk, it was on the verge of being winter. A girl with fairly long black hair walked down the street, her arms wrapped in a sweater along with the rest of her torso. Bangs covered majority of her forehead, if not a tiny bit of her eyes. Her legs were covered in tights. Hair bouncing on the lower part of her back as she walked. She seemed frail, in more ways then one. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself- glancing around every corner and muttering to herself. "Man it's cold out here." she complained under her breath, she looked around for a moment, again, from her paranoia. Quickly looking back at her feet, she didn't like looking up. That might lead to awkward eye contact or something else she wasn't in the mood for. She was too scared to fly around, Angelics get attacked that way... No one really hears you that high up, and most of the time people won’t even lend a hand if you are in trouble. She'd much rather be human. Normal, and not looked at as gifted. Her pace quickened as she hurried into her favorite Cafe. She panted softly pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. The air in here was warm, and felt nice against her cold skin. The calming hipster music let her settle down. She really enjoyed music, especially in cafes- you know because things were supposed to be 'mellow'. she looked up at the counter, ordering her coffee and sitting down at a table. Alessa took a deep breath before taking a sip of coffee. She wanted out of this city.
The coffee shop was warm, and comforting. The walls were covered in pictures of food and fancy looking coffee, all of which were supposed to look nice so that you'll buy it- Although Alessa wasn't exactly in the mood to eat anything. Her eyes skimmed the dimly lit room, the furniture green and the walls a sort of brown mocha color. The chairs were those weird bar ones that sort of look like they cut a cylinder of a couch. Plus, the whole place just had a really nice sweet smell. Alessa sorta got lost in the music, looking out the window and to the empty city.

Isabel's heels made their usual noise down the hallway. The clicking in almost perfect unison. Green eyes staring blankly at the tiles in front of her. She carried files that were pressed to her breast. Long silky blonde hair, pinned up in a neat bun. A clean, neat button up shirt and a pencil skirt. All her work clothing basically looked the same. Almost like in movies. Her red shoes, and red lipstick being the only thing to stand out. There was something about the way she looked that was- intimidating, yet lose. Like the kind of girls who could scare someone by simply looking them, yet calm and collective. She sighed heavily while walking down the dark hallway, which was only lit by light from within closed doors windows. The whole place had a sinister glow to it, that made most uneasy at night. Entering her office, she slapped down the files on her desk. Her fingers pressed to her temples. "I swear-" She hated this job, she didn't plan on sitting at a desk while being with the solar empire. She was a Mage for crying out loud! With talents far better than most in this horrid city. Some Mages could only pick up things and whatever applied to their talent. It was pathetic. Soon enough, she sat down with a small growl, and opened a folder. Large folded up blue papers made up the inside, all containing building layouts.

Dirty bare feet skipped happily on the road, well her whole body was dirty really. She hadn't showered in awhile- a long while. Small cuts lining the bottom of her blackened feet. Honestly, she hardly noticed anymore. The small girl had lost her home a long time ago, she had nowhere to go. Yet her smile seemed to never fade. Though scars laced around her neck, dark red, pink, and a little black almost bleeding in a collar like form. She got these the day she lost her voice, the day she lost her home.
She was in a sweatshirt with some holes, and some shorts that were much too big for her. Her thighs now red from the now harsh weather. She was sort of hoping the weather would have given her one more nice day before it got this way. Her pink fingers gently pushed some curly strawberry blonde hair that had gotten loose from her messy ponytail. Which was complete with a blue ribbon that was poorly tied. Quickly shoving her hands into the one giant pocket in her stomach area, she bit her lip. Tugging her skin gently as she looked around. She was looking for someplace warmer to sleep tonight, her old place somehow got all wet and damp, and she can't stay there for the winter. She silently yawned and continued down the sidewalk, ignoring any looks from the other people shoved out here from their lack of money.

Storm walked down the chilly alleyway. Pulling his scarf up over his face as he began to walk more briskly. The scarf fitting nicely to his more defined jawline. Blue eyes somehow able to see past his black hair. Which swept over his face as he never made an attempt to fix it. He sort of wished he'd brought a hat. The scarf nor the goggles he wore were covering his now red ears. Getting to his objective faster was absolutely key. Hands in pockets he stopped under a single street lamp and waited. The light showing his figure a bit more. Lean, but with a lot of muscle. Someone who could go fast, or hold their own in a fight. Thick black clothing, and pockets stuffed with just about any weapon he wanted to have. The wind picked up and snow began fall, making small spirals. He pulled goggles over his eyes, a stolen Wonderbolt model. He pulled out his watch out of habit, but didn't open it. He guessed the time was roughly 3:00AM, maybe 2:45.
Leaving Phillydelfia was his main goal. An angelic was supposed to give him a lift at 3:15 sharp, down to the resistance HQ in Ponyville. It couldn’t be past 3:15. A silhouette moved in the distance. Zooming in with the goggles, he could make out it was an Angelic, female judging by the wingtips. "Zoom. Heh." He muttered. "How the fuck does this have zoom, but not a clock?" The angelic continued to approach. Storm fingered the small knife concealed in his coat. It could be a Dawnguard...possibly.
Seeing the figure disappear into a coffee shop worried him. Reporting him probably. "They also have a clock in there," he mused. He entered the shop and kept an eye on the girl he thought was a Dawnguard. She was no threat. He grabbed a chair and sat down. The clock read 2:15. Fuck. He hated being early.
After finishing half of her coffee, she left- The man they came in made her uncomfortable. He wouldn't stop staring and for celestia sakes, he didn't even buy coffee in the cafe! It was clear something was off about him, so Alessa stepped back outside. Her breath fogging up the air in front of her, red fingers gripped her warm coffee cup. She waved good bye to the barista at the counter and walked on. She pulled her sweater down for she worried it went up to high. She wasn't planning on getting hit on anytime soon. Then made her way down the street, glancing behind her just once.
About half an hour passes. Storm steps outside, bracing for the chilly air. Only a minute or two after the girl in tights left. And seeing the girl walk away made him nervous, he didn't want her hurt. A rough looking dawnguard who smelled of strong whisky had looked at her and began to follow. Doing some quick calculations, he figured he could shadow the guard and make sure the girl got home safely, then make it back to the pick up spot. It was risky, but he could do it.
Summing a bit of power, Storms eyes gleamed white, and he teleported silently to the rooftop above the guard. Eeyup, he was after her alright, she was already beginning to pick up pace. Storm panted. Silent Teleportation took a whole lot of mana, and felt like a punch to the chest. He began to jump along the rooftops, following, but then tripped. "Sonova..." He muttered, feeling only air underfoot. He fell a few feet and hit a snowbank silently, right in front of the girl. A beep emitted from his Goggles. "Oh.." He smirked "it has a clock." It was 2:53
Alessa let a small scream emit from from her lips before sweater covered hands muffled the noise. "What on earth-!" She said, even her screaming voice seemed quite like herself. She panicked and looked around now noticing the man behind her, who at the site of someone else took off. One girl was not worth a fight to this man. Alessa turned back to this stranger who fell literally out of the goddamn sky. "D-Do you need help?" She asked softly, her hand extending out of her sleeve. Her blue eyes rested on him, she studied him curiously. "Wait-" Alessa backed up a bit, her offer now gone. "Your the man who watched me in the cafe-" She looked at him now stern, and jumpy once more. Her wings rustled softly behind her, she could fly if she needed to, for it was clear this man could not fly. Not a bit.
Storm was thankful for his scarf, his face was incredibly red from blushing and the bitter cold. "Heh look this isn't what it looks like..." He stammered. "I...i just didn’t want you to get...violated. I’ve seen that too many times." Straightening his coat and picking up a few small but lethal looking objects off the ground. Alessa watched him, sort of taking a small step back. She was still a good few feet away from this man, "Violated?" She said out loud while thinking. That man the had ran away.. He was trying to get his way with her? She was stunned. Alessa never believed she was very pretty, even if her body was very slim with curves. This whole thing was crazy. Storm took off his goggles and pulled down his scarf, despite the cold, to show he was friendly. He offered a gloved hand. "I'm Storm...um...just your average..parkour enthusiast?"
"Bullshit." She said bluntly at his last comment, "You don't look like your average everyday joe." she added to his appearance. " Not to me mention you being up this late-" She stammered on, her words just spilled out. She gently took his hand after a moment of silence and shook it. " And my name is Alessa- thank for the-" she stopped looking at him then quickly to the ground "Protection." she finally finished. She blushed looking to the ground. Her wings cutely fidgeting behind her.
He stopped shaking her hand and his eyes went wide. Quickly, Storm grabbed his pocket watch and looked at it, then cursed and shoved it back in his pocket. Flipping down his goggles he checked the clock. "Motherfucker!" He pulled up his scarf. It was 3:10, no way he could make it back in time. "Alessa. I know I just met you, and this is gonna seem crazy, but could you do me a favor maybe? I just need a lift to the coffee shop you were at" He talked very fast and was already strapping gear on himself. "Please? Just trust me?"
Alessa's face got bright red, her eyes got wide as well. " Excuse me?" She asked stunned. He was asking a favor after basically stalking her? She was horribly confused. She watched him scramble to put his stuff away. Wow, he was in a rush- just then Alessa squinted at his goggles, they looked so familiar... She held her head to get her train of thought back." I suppose I could try." She said shyly, she shifted her weight to the side as her wings went out cautiously. She couldn't help but hate this ugly things. They were pure white but they just stuck out like a sore thumb. She clumsy made her way behind him. placing her hands gently underneath his arms,"Hope you like heights" She whispered before smiling a bit. Her wings pushing off the ground hard, she had trouble flying with someone else for a change. It only took them two minutes to get back. Although in her opinion, the whole thing was sort of awkward. She spent most of her life avoiding people, and here she was doing this guy a favor. While muttering, she placed him on the ground- Only to start falling forward, her body confused on the weight change. Alessa yelled curling into a ball as if it'd soften the blow, as her landing was turning into more of a crash.
Eyes flashing white, Storm teleported her to his side. He completely forgot about the need for silence and a poof of smoke and a sharp crack made it very obvious to anyone that a mage was breaking magic curfews. A Dawnguard Angelic began striding over to investigate.
Storm drew a small knife from inside his coat "Alessa get out of here...just run." Storm warned with a bit of a hiss. The girl would be in danger here, and he didn't want that. Alessa yelped once more seeing herself suddenly standing straight up instead of falling. So, storm was a Mage? Guess that makes sense... Hearing her name she looked up, "but I-" Alessa looked up seeing a guard, she muttered something under her breath. He couldn't move, she was scared stiff. Then, a whistle filled the air as another dark clad Angelic streaks out of the sky. 3:15 AM. The Angelic landed next to Storm. "Lets go." he muttered Storms eyes flashed and he touched the ground, and pulled the earth up into a curved wall, blocking the Dawnguards path. Alessa watched as someone like her came down. Only to have Storm make a large wall around the guard. Wait, there's a curfew- that's why the guard here, isn't it? Alessa bit her lip looking up at the new stranger. Glancing at Alessa, Storm gestured to the other Angelic. He looked at Alessa hard. "How well can you fly?" he asks as Storm held off the on coming Dawnguard. She began poking her fingers together and looked away. "Not particularly well but it doesn't seem I have a choice-" She muttered the last part, her wings spread out ready to fly off when told- or to run... She was clearly nervous.
"I want you to grab Storm and then follow me, we will switch off when we lose the Guard." The Black Angelic hovers a few feet. The wall began to crack and Storm was panting and sweating, the glow in his eyes getting dimmer and dimmer. The wall broke and the guard was upon Storm, gun cocked and at his head. "In the name of the great and Powerful Celestia, you are under arrest for treason, and violation of curfew. By the SunFlash Decree I am licensed to kill you on sight." The Dawnguards hand tightens around, finger on the trigger, Storm was too weak to cast anymore.
Alessa reached out when she saw the power drain from him. "Storm-" She said barely audible, her hand still reached out towards his now collapsed body. What was she going to do? She wasn't nearly strong to take a guard, let alone get that gun from him- If she left shed be guilty forever. Alessa wouldn't just leave. She stopped for a moment, rushing herself to think of a plan when- " Gah!" The guard yelled suddenly. A girl now strung around his back- she could only be in her teens. No home by the looks of her clothes and lack of shoes. After crawling all over the guard she received the gun off him, tossing it straight towards the other angelic. Sophie grinned now. She hated these guards. The guard literally picked up the tiny girl and threw her. by the time he looked up Alessa was already getting off the ground with Storm in her arms. Barely audible, Storm breaths a "thank you" before passing out.
She didn't understand why storms friend wasn't helping, Alessa looked for the girl- but she was no longer there. Alessa began to fly up higher to get away from the guards visibility. "Storm, are you alright?" Alessa asked trying to look down at him. No reply. "Lets move!" The Black Angelic called. He grabbed Storms other arm and flew with Alessa, making the load easier. In mid flight he tossed her a small device to wear. "Put it on it will cloak you" he put his own on and shimmered out of view. Gunshots cracked in the chilly night air,hot bullets whipping by the group. Alessa nearly dropped the device while it was thrown at her. "Cloak me, why do I need-" She stopped middle of sentence as she heard a gunshot, followed by more. "Holy Crow!" She exclaimed ducking slightly. "Come on!" Shouted the disembodied voice of the Black Angelic. She paused and looked at the device that was thrown at her. She did the thing that the other angelic did, this whole thing was really freaking her out.. Something told her she wasn't going home for awhile. She looked down at storm just taking in his appearance, before looking up- " So who are you guys- and don't give me some bullshit answer." She had to be a bit loud, the sound of the wind from the speed of their flying made it hard to hear quiet things. Alessa waited for her reply, a bit impatiently.
"Well seeing you either have to keep it secret, or i have to kill you, I'm pretty sure you won’t snitch" the Angelic chuckled. "Bottom line, we are Freedom Fighters. Or terrorists if you think that way" He slowed down a bit and hovered, giving Alessa time to catch her breath. Alessa began to freeze up again, they'd have to what? Kill her? Why would- Alessa nearly broke out in panic at his next comment. Terrorist? Why couldn't she have just found, a candy maker or some fishermen. Not a full blown person who might as well have bad news written all over them. Alessa's displeasure was written all over her face. "Lucky for you we look like normal criminals, so we wont be pursued far. However we need to hide" he looked down. Storms eyes have begun to leak blood. "Shhhit" The Angelic Swore "thats not good." He switched off his cloaking device and looked right at her. "Can you dive?" A few more shots were fired, glowing bullets streaking past his head. "Dammit! Can you?" This began to get hectic once more. Alessa has no determined that the sound of a gun shooting should be banned for being the worst sound she'd ever heard. Alessa looked at the angelic, she stirred a bit before blurting out "yes- y-yes I can." She figured that she’d leave out the fact that the last two times she's tried, she ended up in the hospital. Alessa slowly set her body in motion to dive, with another person in her hand. This was either gonna go decent, or horribly bad. Air streaked past as the Angelic guide pulled the trio in a headfirst dive. Mid-dive, he twisted his body around and drew a pistol firing back at the approaching guard. The ground hurdled up to meet them,Alessa tensed,readying herself for the impact and closing her eyes. "Pull up!" Screams the Angelic. Pulling out if the dive they soared upwards. The unsuspecting Guard crashed into the street below,not as agile or lucky. "Alright lets head to the docks!" He shouted. The snow whipped around the group and mists gathered,cloaking the docks looming ahead.
Alessa wondered if they should be quiet, and that this angelic should stop shouting so much. Alessa was almost happy from all this moving about, otherwise she'd be freezing her ass off. In fact she hadn't really anticipated it snowing at all. Her arms were getting tired as well. Even with the help of the other Angelic, Storm was heavy- she wasn't sure she could keep this up... It only took them a few minutes to get to the docks. "Where now?" She asked looking around. She didn't understand why they came over here, or why her, or why she had to leave her coffee back at the snow bank where Storm had fallen.
The Angelic lead her to a graffiti covered warehouse by the docks, a low building with a few barred windows.The grey exterior was rough and weathered. The infamous 'OBEY' posters showing Celestia plastered the outside, scratched and defaced,the walls crumbling with age and lack of maintenance. Working quietly, the Angelic picked the lock and hurried inside, dragging Storm. He dumped him on a cot and began working in a small,grimey kitchenette. Obviously this place was often used. An old Helmet from Luna's personal guard rested on a rickety,handmade shelf. Very few of these actually exist anymore, and are viewed as treasonous artifacts. The whole room was rather bare,except for some furniture that looked salvage from a dumpster,and a few red,metal lockers,the pain peeling away. Alessa gasped slightly when entering the building. Something that seemed like no one would go in is actually used often. Well at least it looked like it. Blue eyes shifted around looking at all there was to see in this little room. Her eyes paused on Storm. She walked over to him, fixing a hair out of place and jumping slightly when the angelic spoke." Anything you want?" The Angelic said almost kindly. "I'd like to go home, but that won't happen.." She mumbled sitting next to Storms cot. " I suppose waters fine though." Alessa looked up once more at Storm, she wondered if he was going to be okay. The blood had since tried to his cheeks.
The Angelic walked over holding a glass of water and a glass of a bluish liquid. "My name is Silverbeam" he says, handing her the glass. "Im really sorry you can’t go home...but thank you for your help. I can give you a place to stay and food to eat, but if you do not want to follow us to our long term destination, i can do no more for you." He tilted Storms head back and poured the blue potion down his throat. The blood leaks down Storms face again.Alessa brought the cold glass to her lips, letting her mouth fill before swallowing. She hadn't realized how much she just needed some water. She wiped her mouth to get off the remaining water, she looked up at the man now named Silver. Noticing the concern look on Alessa's face he turned to her. "Storm feeds on very powerful hatred to use his magic, and using it to excess can have...well...side effects" Silverbeam explained. She listened about Storm, nodding her head here and there. How odd, the way he gets his power, and perhaps Silver was a friend to know so much about storm. "He should come to in a bit, until then, what do you want to know?" 
Alessa pushed back her bangs and looked at Silver. "Well." She started, shifting the water around in the glass cup. "What exactly do you guys do? I don't want to hear freedom fighters again." She looked up at Silver for the last part, then back to her cup.
Silverbeam sighed. "I figured you would want to know. Well... We are part if a resistant movement." He pulled his grey streaked hair back into a ponytail. "This is not how Equestria is supposed to be. Dictatorship, fascism, people going missing, people spying on one another...the things I've seen are too much to believe that Celestia has our best interest in mind. Her soldiers rape and kill the innocent" he looked at Storm with hard eyes "She even banished her own sister. A few people who are like me are trying to  find her and with her leadership take back and restore harmony to Equestria. There is a rumored hideout in Ponyville's outskirts, the Everfree forest. Thats where we are headed." Alessa listened carefully to everything Silver had to say, the water now making circles." So what you're saying is, you want to overthrow the people who govern just about everything? That's crazy talk!" Alessa exclaimed, nearly yelling the last bit. She stood up pressing her hands to her head. She breathed in then out, turning to Silver once more. "This whole thing is crazy, like one of my books" he last comment was more of a mumble at this point as she paced some. These people really were bad news! He paused and began to wipe Storms face with a wet cloth, cleaning the blood. "Anything else you want to know?"
Alessa threw her hands up, "I don't even know what to say at this point-" At this point Alessa started coughing, it started to get worse until she doubled over in pain, holding her stomach. Alessa unfortunately had a condition where if she got too worked up or stressed her body would throw a fit like it is now, this is why she went out at night and avoided people. She lived her life in fear- She finally got to more of a gasp then a cough, trying to calm herself down.
"Hey, hey, hey...shhh." Silverbeam rushed over and gave her a small glass of pink liquid. "Drink this, it calms you." right as Alessa was about to drink, Storm bolted upright, sweaty and gasping, clutching something around his neck, muttering to himself.Suddenly, his eyes locked on Alessa. They wasn’t much emotion...they looked empty with a hint of sadness. Alessa gladly took the drink, only with the urge to spit out the horrible tasting liquid. Why does this guy have so many fancy drinks? And why can't things just be normal for one day? Alessa soon could breath normal, "Thanks but I didn't need help-" She pouted, she then looked at Storm who'd decided to wake up. "Welcome to the party," Alessa muttered to everyone. She stood up and grabbed some of her hair, as if it's calm her down just the slightest bit more. "Okay, so now what? He's awake, we have to wait for some guards to stop chasing us, then fly to the Everfree Forest?" Alessa really hoped there was nothing more to this. She just wanted to get away from the guards, hope they don't recognize her when she got home, then leave. Only then to act like none of this had ever happened.

> The Wolf and The Lamb
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The sound of scampering feet came from some abandoned home, long overtaken by guards who'd most likely killed the residents. The thought made Sophie grit her teeth. Those guards killed her parents, and she refused to let them get their way whenever she could. A grin soon spread across her face, curfew her ass. If some guy wants to keep a girl from falling on her ass he should be able to. Sophie peeked outside of the boarded up windows. All the gaps said they did it in a hurry. Guess the guards went for those three. She was sure they got away, besides she couldn't help with her lack of wings. Now then. Her eyes shifted over to her elbow which decided it was going to continue bleeding everywhere, it didn't take her long to find a cloth or something to wrap it with. Strawberry blonde hair, and hazel eyes peeked outside for another moment, for one more quick glance. And, she found some shoes. The grin on her face hot wider. Now then, what other fun could she get into tonight?

"Hey man you see that?" Voices and muttering came from the inside of  yet another worn down building. From the smell, alcohol use was at a high. Bottles of hard cider littered the floor, along with other smashed items and a passed out prostitute on the couch. Four Wonderboltz sat around, drinking and laughing obnoxiously. The largest, and obviously the leader, stood up. Blitz, wasn’t a joke either. Tall, built and mods that were top quality and put most other to shame. His shoulders were broad and arms thick from working out, and the mass amount of training each Wonderbolt goes through. A smug grin was etched into his face, only adding to his chiseled and scruffy chin. Blonde hair a mess from the- fun he was having not long ago with the girl now passed out on the filthy couch. Glancing at her before walking over and looking out the window. Moving the curtains with his fingers in a yanking motion. "Probably another cunt lookin' to score some bits." He walked over to the door and jerked it open, looking around outside
Sophie jumped slightly, her pigtails jerking to the side as she looked behind her. Her nose wrinkled from a burning sensation that the smell gave. Alcohol. She ducked into an ally on the side of the building that she now heard the voices of other men. Seriously, of all times? Wait... Maybe this could be her fun? She smirked at the thought. She peeked over slightly to get a good look at this guy. Oh my, he was built. No way she's messing with him- Maybe a skinny ass guard but not this joker. She might as well sign her own death wish. She swallowed at the thought of this guy just snapping her in half. She was really tiny, her body was built for sneaking around and gathering, not full blown fighting. Sophie stared into this guys cold eyes, and for a moment- She'd sworn she'd seen this man before.
Even in his drunken haze, Blitz noticed Sophie. Another guard had followed him. "Well well well, what do we have here?" Blitz passed off his bottle to his partner and walked over to Sophie. For being drunk, he had decent coordination, that probably came from his fighting skills. He reached out and grabbed Sophie's wrist and pushed her against the alleys grimey brick wall, which was covered in posters and graffiti. 
Dammit, this is when being mute is just about the worst thing you could think of- She couldn't scream, or yell at this man to put her down. She'd been too scared to even move at first, now she's pinned to this damn wall, because she's a moron. Her face tensed up, she even winced when her head hit the wall. She stared straight into this guys hazy blue drunken eyes, fear not written anywhere on her. His breath was horrible and she wanted to throw up. Her eyes shifted over to the other man, who she didn't much care for. He was most likely worse off on the alcohol situation then this guy. Sophie's hazel eyes returned to the cold eyed man, she merely stared him down best she could.
"Hhmm, you look familiar" Blitz drunkenly pondered. "Your eyes are familiar..." He then leaned in and sloppily kissed her, stubble rubbing against her face and the foul smell of alcohol filling the air. He then pulled away and smirked. Sophie's eyes were wide from the kiss, she automatically spit onto the ground. To make the taste out get out of her mouth, she wanted to gag. "You taste familiar too" his face then twisted into a wicked grin. "I just cant place it. I guess I’ll have to explore more." He then grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the alley, then shoved her through the door, his buddy shutting the door behind them. Her body hit the hard ground, she winced with pain. Curling into a ball for a moment, she rubbed her wrist while looking up. Her heart was racing. Sophie’s body shuttered, now frightened and scared. Possible outcomes swirling through her mind.
No- please not like this. Her eyes were starting to fill with tears. She wanted to scream, she wanted to scream till the air in her lungs were no more. She ran over to a window, hitting it as hard as she could- no use, she couldn't break a window if she tried. Tears finally made it to her cheeks.Blitz and the other guard moved over to her, basically cornering her. She looked at this man helplessly and shook her head no, mouthing the words please, no.
"Aww whats the matter?" Blitz asked, voice dripping with false sympathy. He leaned against the wall and knocked hard on the window. "Ooh don’t worry, the windows are very sturdy you don’t have to worry about that. I made sure nothing could get in..." He looked over Sophie's frail body "or out."
At long last, fear drenched Sophie's eyes. Why'd she stop to look? Couldn't she have run the hell away like normal people? His words felt more like a knife, and he just kept twisting it around. Her hand went over her mouth and she backed up in disbelief- This couldn't be happening. These two were cornering her, she was like a rat or some sort of insect. She was even dirty and small like one. Hatred soon kicked in, her tear stained cheeks got red as she'd growl at him with no sounds. Her body now pressed to the wall as if she'd phase threw it to get away from them. She suddenly had an idea- she just needed to wait for the right moment. And as usual, her eyes never left the company of the cold mans eyes, as if it'd spark her memory.
Blitz grabbed Sophie's waist and pulled her close. "Aww poor girl you are all dirty. Let me get these off." Blitz chuckled, and with that he began to pull her sweatshirt up. The other guy laughed and popped another bottle and took a big gulp. Blitz had the sweatshirt about halfway up and he turned to his companion. "Why don't you go get her the other 'outfit'?"

Sophie instantly noticed her escape. Thank Celestia they were drunk. She quickly went into a full kick motion into this guys stomach, even if he wasn't as drunk that kick would knock anyone off guard. The man fall on to his ass. Sophie quickly pulled the sweatshirt down, running past him but turned quickly and pulled out a switchblade from her thigh pocket. Aiming for cold eye's forehead, only to miss. Instead hitting him straight in the stomach. She didn't wait for the aftermath, that door opened before the guy could howl in pain. Sophie didn't give the other drunks time to have enough reaction to grab her. She bolted out the door and on to the street. She wanted to scream out of joy, but first, she wanted the hell out of there. She didn't even take a second to look behind her.
Blitz fell over, and as drops of blood hit the floor, a small blurred memory floated to his mind, of a girl...a boy... And blood.

> Reunion
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Storm finished off the potion Silverbeam gave him and turned to Alessa. "Im sorry you had to get into all this." He said, smiling weakly. Alessa rolled her eyes, she was stuck in it at this point, so might as well force herself to go along with it. He tucked the necklace back into his shirt, and grabbed a map off the table,unrolling it and gesturing. "Where are you originally from?" He asked.
She watching him put something away- now the smallest bit curious of the thing around his neck, but pushed it to the back of her mind to answer his question. Her eyes shifting from his neck to the map, it only took her a moment to study it before pointing at one of the more cold area's, a place with mountains and winter almost the entire year. "Here." She said softly, now wondering why he was asking her where she was from. It didn't seem very relevant to her, but nothing really did right now. Alessa by habit pulled her sweater down a bit more to cover her as much as she could, these tights really liked pushing up the sweater.
"I actually don't know where I'm from..." Storm stopped and looked at the map where Alessa had pointed. It seemed familiar, though he never visited. Silver looked over the map, locating Everfree forest. "I am going to go collect some things for the journey." He slammed a knife into the table where everfree was. "We leave at first light." With that he left.
Alessa watched the knife sink into the wood of the table. She winced slightly, and slightly opened her eyes to watch Silver leave. He was so tense and angry all the time, she didn't understand why... But who was she to judge?
Storm glanced awkwardly around, not knowing what to say to Alessa. "Erm..." He said, looking at his boots. "Why were you out last night?" He asked. Alessa's attention returned to Storm, who'd asked her another question. Poor guy though, he doesn't know where he's from or remember anything. That can't be easy to live with. "I don't like being out during the day, to many people too many ways to bug out. See I have a condition where my body decides it wants to freak out if I get tense or nervous. Doctors couldn't explain why- Mother nearly forced me to get a body modification but I turned 18 before she could." Alessa stared at the ground. Storm then turned very grave. "Do not, I repeat, do not get body mods. The mods have all sorts of things that keep you in Celestia’s pocket." She nodded some at his comment on the body modifications. "I know, I know. I don't find it right." She added, why her own mother would ever want to have her daughter modified. She’d never know. Though, she could honestly say she didn't get along with her mother. 
"So I moved here to get away from my mom, I work online and I do what I need at night. I've never had a problem till-" She looked at Storm. "Well you know." At the mention of Alessa’s mother, his eyes softened into a sort of sadness. His hand reached up again to his neck. "I never knew my mum." Just then Storm felt a tugging in his chest- Not because his mom wasn’t in his life… No, this was something else. He chose to ignore it, probably just some other side effect from using too much magic.
Alessa started playing with her fingers, avoiding looking at Storm for a moment. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Her tone was sincere and very gently. Almost in a motherly way .Alessa saw his gaze soften some, she frowned  "Yeah I figured- not knowing where you came from and all.” After a moment of silence, Alessa decided to switch the subject- for the sake of avoiding an awkward time. "I guess I know why you were out." She added, she got a little nervous, her cheeks growing slightly red.
Storm smirked a bit "well I could have been worse. At Least you aren't drugged up in a basement of some guard." Even Alessa laughed a bit at Storms joke, guess she should be happy nothing really bad happened to her tonight. Then, just like that she had another question.
“Did you lose your memory as a kid?" She asked softly, finding a chair to sit on, she crossed her legs as she sat down. Blue eyes once more resting on Storm. But Storms head was elsewhere. He was getting visions, white magic nearly overflowing in his eyes. Soon he was overcome with emotions. Abandonment, and depression filled his mind. Small glimpses of a small girl in a alley way… It was so cold, everything was so very cold. Even though Storm was inside and should be perfectly warm, he was literally shivering. Isolation came up now, the images of the girl getting more clear with every other one. It was snowing out and she was covered, only she had no coat, no shoes, and was even wearing shorts. She was in immense need of help. When the small girl passed a street sign, Storm realized she was only a few blocks away. He had an extreme urge to protect her. Who was this girl?
Storm clutched the locket close to his heart, then dashed out of the room. A girl. He bolted out of the warehouse and down the alleyway pulling on his coat. Alessa watched as Storm made a mad dash out of the room as if he'd seen a ghost, "Wait, Storm!" she called out and went to the doorway but stopped. there was no point to follow him- though he clearly knew where he wanted to go. Alessa sighed and closed the door. He turned left and right, not knowing where he was, but knowing where he needed to go. He stopped in a dark snow covered alleyway. Everything about her looked so familiar… He approached the huddled ball of a person in the corner, emotion flowing through him.
Sophie had finally made it out of there, her lungs gabbed for air as she’d just collapsed on the ground. She looked behind her seeing no one, tears started flooding down her cheeks as she curled into a tight ball. Flashes of a figure standing over her dead parents wouldn't leave her alone. She couldn't scream from pain, or the hatred. She was like a lost puppy that no one felt the need to help. She wanted to be somewhere where she belonged, not moving from city to city. She wanted things to be over.
Sophie's skin was numb now, she was shivering wildly. A futile attempt from her body to keep itself warm. She could feel the snow falling down onto her skin and clothes. Her eyes were lifeless and dull. Something soon broke the silence, her eyes shifted over to a figure. It was the boy she’d saved before. She just wanted to tell him to go away, just let her freeze to death. She was so useless- she couldn't even tell someone to leave. She looked away from him, forcing her body to move as she picked herself up and slowly tried to make her way out of the alley, after making a few good seconds of eye contact.
Storm followed the girls frail form as she stumbled away. "Wait!" He called, he reached out towards the tiny girl, he didn’t understand why she was walking away from him. She didn’t look scared or anything. "Come back!" He called out.
Sophie stopped and turned her head back towards the stranger. She still wanted to tell him to go away, or at least a what do you want. Maybe she should be happy he's not laughing at her, or whatever. She stared at him for another moment. And with that she waited like she was told. Afterall he didn’t seem threatening. Storm pulled off his coat and offered it to Sophie, trying to show he was safe. Maybe she was mute...or deaf? No wait she turned around when he called for her- and maybe she just didn’t want to speak. "Here, you look cold." Sophie hesitated to run only when he took off his jacket did she calm down. Snow continued to fall, Storm shivered but this girl was dressed more lightly than him, and for some reason he felt a… Connection.
The warm black fabric felt wonderful. Her eyes lit up some as she looked up at him. Dirt smudges on her face, along with a lot of hair out of place.His words were so kind, Sophie started tearing a bit as she felt the connection as well. But she didn't understand it. She just kept looking at him, then looked down for a moment, putting her hands in the new pockets. She mouthed the words 'thank you'.
Storm sat down on a crate next to her and pulled out a pen and paper and handed it to her.She looked at him puzzled as he pulled out the objects from his pockets. "Can you read and write?" He asked warmly, wanting her to feel at ease. Of course, a mutes best friend. Sophie smiled softly taking it, her fingers were bright red and it hurt to write. She wrote A little. She’d never really learned a lot of spelling, writing was more mimicking letters she’d seen before. Though her letters looked like those of a kindergarteners. She then wrote ‘Why here’ she was curious to know why'd He'd come over here. She handed him the paper and waited once more.
He studied the scrawl for a moment. His brow furrowed at the scribbles on the paper, instead of trying to decipher it, he decided to help her more. Sophie frowned as he could clearly not read what she’d put on the paper. The best friend is no use if it could not speak as well. "Do you need anything? You look cold and hungry."  She handed both things back, oh no. He said food. Just the thought of food made her- a small growl came from Sophie’s stomach. Sophie’s cheeks grew red, she then grinned and rubbed the back of her head. A growl was a universal signal for being hungry, right?
"Hey, come with me." Storm stood up, offering his hand. He smiled at her, it was kind of cute the way she’d gotten embarrassed. "I have some food and a warm Place for you" he shuffled a bit "If you trust me...I mean, you look like you’ve been through a lot."
A warm place, and food? Shoot, he could beat the shit out of her and those two things would still be nice. She swatted at the air as if saying 'oh please' she somehow trusted him more than most people who have tried to help. She took his hand and started to follow him. She was like a little kid inspecting a new toy. He really liked the color black. Was the main thing she determined from him. It didn't take long for them to get there. Sophie looked confused, this place? It looked just like any other run down building. But opening the door heat overwhelmed her. Sophie went right behind the stranger when she saw Alessa. Peeking out from behind her new stranger friend to get a look at sweater girl. "Who is that?" Alessa asked sitting up.
Storm laughed a bit. "I have no idea actually...but she seemed hungry and such so I brought here here." He led sophie to the cot where he had been, then brought her some water. "Do you do this often?" Alessa said jokingly, going into the kitchen- Honestly she could use something to eat as well. "I'll make us all something." She started going to look for something to make. She began rummaging through some cabinet before finding some cans of food and pots for the stove.Alessa decided that she wasn’t going to ask Storm about his outburst. Maybe his magic could see people in danger. Sophie on the other hand was looking all around, her now defrosting fingers sliding on a mask that was in the room, or was it a helmet? She wasn't really sure. "What should I call you?" He asked.
Her gaze turned to the boy who found her. She then proceeded to roll her eyes. This again? She hated the name game. She’d been named Taylor, Louis, Terra, Daniel, Kara, and Kat. Sometimes she forgot her own name. She gently took the paper trying to as neatly as she could, write her name on the paper. Even she could barely read it, she hoped he could. Storm looked at the scrawl, not because he didn't understand it but it seemed familiar. He looked up into her brown colored eyes and whispered a word. A name. "Sophie? Thats your name?" Sophie waited patiently for her name to be given to her patiently, when she heard her actual name, saying she was stunned would be an understatement. Memories faded in and out of his mind and his hand touched the necklace. He didn’t know why that word triggered things, but it did. Her eyes looked into his, searching to see if he somehow knew her or maybe they'd met before? But she only saw or rather felt the feeling of  being lost coming off this man. Sophie finally replied by nodding her and mouthing ‘yes’. She jumped up some to, this was exciting to her- a lot better than cold eyes and his friends- then it hit her. Her mood dropped along with her smile. They were sure to come after her- she'd have to leave the city. She was sure she'd killed that man.
"Whats the matter sophie?" Storm stood up. He could sense a tense feeling in the air but he wasn't sure why. Sophie rubbed the back of her head. He knew damn well as her that she wouldn't be able to tell him fully what was going on with her. She wouldn't be able to write it properly, nor could she sign it out. Sophie took off the stranger jacket handing it back to him. Neither of these two had yet to tell her their name, so Sweater and coat man it was. Her eyes peeked out the window, they darted to every corner. What if those drunks came here and hurt the nice man? She looked back at him, worry filling her eyes If they came, it'd be for her. She'd just run to get their attention away from them. She nodded to herself and walked to the small kitchen were sweater girl was cooking. Sophie felt her stomach groan, wanting to eat it. She couldn't remember the last time she ate- the thought then occurred to her. She started looking around until she saw it. A glorious thing- a shower.
Alessa watched the girl walk around and panic, she was like a puppy trying to tell you things that you couldn't understand. Alessa soon got the green beans, hot dogs and another can of peaches. There wasn't much in here to fair- This gang of their most likely has a low budget. This meal would have to do.

> Hunting Grounds
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The sound of heels going down the hallway were heard once more. Isabel made her way down a hallway, have a fake smile and waving to all the people she worked with. She couldn't wait to get out of this middle section of her job. That's why she takes late night hours too. She sighed walking out the door and getting into her car. It was a yellow jeep. She loved this fucking jeep. She let her hair out of the bun and down on to her shoulders, taking off her glasses and the jacket she has to wear a skirt. Now in a nice top and a pencil skirt. It only took her five minutes to get to the bar. Where she proceed to get vodka, like she has every night.
The bar was dark, with melodic club music playing. The walls were plastered with Solar propaganda and sexual posters. The bartender is heavily modded, and used magic to serve drinks quickly. He was not subject to mage curfews. Wonderbolts frequented here, so there were no rules. Shootings and fights are frequent, not to mention avid drug use and sex trade. The bartender greeted the oncoming customer and gave her the usual Vodka.
Isabel easily drank it, the cool liquid sliding down her throat. She squealed some from the burning sensation in her stomach that she adored. She wished the music would change, she hated this song. She soon took her work top off, now just wearing a tank top. "Geez Sal, hot enough in here?" She joked with a smirk to the bartender who ignored her more then he listened to her. Her drink refilling as quick as she drank it. Using magic was much easier than manually working. Isabel was a part of Solar, so her hands and arms were completely modded. It enhanced her magic even more. She gave so much to be at the top, but still nothing. The color of her arms was now a light pink, since they could never match completely with the owners skin. And with that, Isabel drank her next drink.
A large wonderbolt captain was attracted to the skimpy outfit Isabel wore and quickly upheaved another patron to get a seat next to the easy looking mage. He quickly got a drink and began his sweet talk."You come here often cutie?" He asked, alcohol already on his breath.
Here we go again. Thought Isabel watching some muscular fellow walked in like he owned the place. The goggles around his neck seemed familiar, she was sure it was something important. She watched him get his drink, take a swig, and look at her. Oh boy. She smirked wildly at his comment. "Not as often as you bathe apparently." She said noticing his sweaty chiseled body, taking a nice long swig of her own drink. She couldn't remember the goggles were from the wonderboltz, and that he'd most likely been working out or flying with his friends. Now leave.Isabel thought giving him a look that clearly stated she wanted no part of his flirting.
"Oho, feisty!" Blitz said. His prey was close, and the hunter inside him wasn’t going to let it get away. "Maybe i can calm you down with a drink?" He reached over and grabbed a drink off a passing tray and offered it to Isabel. This was tolerated, because of his status. Isabel didn’t know it, but he did basically ‘own the place.’
Isabel looked at him top to bottom. Her eyes glew pink like her arms as the glass made it into her hand as she drank it, her nose wrinkled as she grinned some. "Now you are getting somewhere." She chimed softly, she then proceeds to cross her leg and move some hair away from her face. "You know there's something familiar about you-" She exclaimed. Holding her drink and pointing at him with a look of confusion. She then took another drink from the one she was given. Her nose didn't wrinkle this time, though the feeling in her stomach burned more with each sip.
"Hmmm, well I am Captain of the Wonderbolts, replaced Spitfire after her execution." he flashed his badge, which is branded into his wrist like all new Gen Wonderbolts had. Body mods made this possible. Blitzwing's status usually sealed the deal for home. He waited for the kill.
Isabel grinned wildly at the modified badge. "Impressive." She said looking at it, no way you could fake something like this either. They only give this to real wonderbolts. She bit her lip softly, thinking of whether to leave or stay. "Ah what the hell." She made a come here motion with her finger, her eyes glowing once more as his shirt lifted by itself tugging him to her as she let her lips press on his in a long kiss. Pulling away slowly, her eyes now filled with lust as she finished her drink. "Well come on captain, let's go someplace already." She said with a smirk. She sat up and waited to be lead out by her 'hunter'.
Blitz stood up and lead her out, holding her small hips. After a few twists and turns he led her into an alleyway and then inside an old worn down house. Some of his buddies were already inside, drinking and grinning at the skimpy dressed newcomer. They got up and surrounded her. Isabel's head was clouded, seeing that Blitz had slipped her something.’Damn this man..’ Is all she could think. The door slammed shut behind her, and her clothes began to be pulled off.

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It only took her a few hours to wake up, she held her head as she looked up and around the room. Everything was muffled, but she could distinctly hear a scream. A familiar pink glow happened as she used her magic to make her head feel better. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light. Guess she’d been drugged. Something small and blonde ran by quickly, Isabel looked up to only see a door wide open. She felt the cold hit her bare chest. It's then when she realized she was only in panties. She picked her clothes while tripping over herself. Getting dressed while screams were heard in the background. She then proceeded to take the money from every wallet she found, stuffing it in-between her breast where no one could see it. No one was in the room. She followed the screaming, with blurry eyes she looked in the room. Her hand covered her mouth as all she saw was red. Deep red blood all over a room, Isabel nearly fell backwards from astonishment.
Blitz lay on the floor, blood leaking from his stomach. He looked up at Isabel and mouthed something, before coughing up blood. The whole place smelled of sex, blood, and alcohol- with a creeping feeling of death. Blitz dragged himself closer to Isabel.
Isabel coughed a bit before finally adjusting to the situation and walking over to Blitz, who was still trying to drag himself to her. "Idiot stop moving." She said bluntly. She shoved some fumbling moron out of the way, who was stumbling all over the place yelling. Someone already attempted to take the knife out. Making the wound much worse than it needed to be. "Guess you saw my tattoo huh?" She smirked at him. On her thigh lay a bold red cross, she healed people. A small orb of pink light emitted in her hands. And yes, her eyes shined as well. She knew it probably hurt like a bitch with nothing to numb the pain, but he'd die here if she didn't. Everyone watched as his body seemed to repair itself. It only took a minute or two. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, the light faded as all that was left was a scar from where the knife was. She rubbed the blood off her chin and mouth. "There we go." without her body enhancement, she surely would have passed out. She extended her arm out to give him a hand, knowing he'd need it.
Blitz staggered, clutching her arm. A healer. What luck. Blitz inwardly blushed when he saw her cross tattoo, not because it was on her thigh, but because he never developed a talent worth showing. He wasn’t that good at flying, well, he was good, but not as good as some. He just payed the most to replace the treasonous Spitfire. The wonderbolts brand was all he had, and his modded wings saved his reputation. He looked up at Isabel, whispered “thank you” then blacked out.
Isabel laughed softly at him, shaking her head. "You're one lucky son of a bitch." she remarked. Staring down and him. She removed the shirt he was wearing since it was soaked in blood. She could have easy became a doctor, but she wanted to support Princess Twilight. Isabel practically looked up to her. Isabel then went to the sink and filled a glass with water, washing the blood off. She then placed the cup off to the side, leaning over and kissing his sleeping body. "Well sweetie, I'll see you soon." She instructed the boys to let him sleep as long she needed. She rushed the wound, so it'd at least be a few hours.

> Realization 
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Alessa slept quietly, while Sophie shifted around in her cot. She had nightmares every night, about her brother, and parents death. After that night, Sophie had been completely alone, nearly trapped underneath the rubble. Sophie and dream her began to break out in a cold sweat. Running down an endless hallway with a man chasing her. Until the man grabbed her hair- pulling her into a room, the door slamming. The man had clawed her throat, and strangled her. Faint visions of his bulky hands gripping her neck so tight no air would pass. A sensation a little girl shouldn't ever have to feel. Her tiny pale hands gripping on his- pulling and useless tugging for him to free her. He must have gotten bored and tossed her aside. 
Blood. Blood was all over her, the kind of stuff she only saw when getting shots or when she scraped her elbow trying to ride her tricycle. But when she screamed for her mom and dad to help her, there was no scream. No voice. Her small blue and pink nightgown was now almost covered in a scarlet red. And her hair stuck to her face from blood and tears. But what she remembers the most… Was finding her parents mutilated and almost unrecognizable on the floor of their living room. A place that had so much safety in the past now riddled with blood and sadness. Again, Sophie couldn't scream as she looked at some of the only people she knew in this world. It’s then she remembered her brother. By now her vision was hazy at best, and running was getting hard. The house was smashed, all the furniture and trinkets in the house smashed to pieces. She remembered her feet getting cut as she ran along her hallway. It hurt to much to speak as she held her neck to keep the blood from spilling out anymore. Tears swelled up in her eyes as she desperately searched for her older brother. Explosions and screaming from her neighbors houses is all she could here. And when she went to look outside for him, another explosion went off. At that age, all she could really assume is that everyone was dead. And she might die. She wa in so much pain she didn’t know what to do. It was only a moment until she passed out from bloodloss. She didn’t know why, but people has went around collecting all the children and fixing them up. All the younger kids, they were put in a Academy, one ruled by Celestia. After a few years, Sophie decided she wanted out and eventual escaped the awful place. And this was how she ended up like this.
Sophie shot up, panting as she did- she hated that dream more then anything, except for that man. She hated that man for killing her parents and taking away her old life. All she wanted was her family back. 
The sun just barely making its appearance for the day. Dust lingered in the air, becoming visible with daylight. Storm sat alone at the table, staring at the map that Silverbeam left. He couldn’t remember much about his past, but a whole lot of things clicked. He knew his parents were long gone. But, there was something about Sophie that triggered all of these things. Silver had let Storm know that his parents were actually big contributors to the NLR. Which at the time was more of a secret organization and small rioters or protesters. That his parents were aware of the danger of having kids but were too in love to not have had them. Besides, Storm was already born before the parents were completely active in these affairs. His sister was merely a bonus. His parents had never dreamed of Celestia actually sending troops to slaughter, and destroy their homes, and even innocent people. That day was the real start of the NLR, people were enraged at the deaths of all these people they knew. Storm shut his eyes tightly for a moment, before opening them slowly. His blue eyes shifted around the room. Checking no one was close to him, he took the locket out of his shirt and popped it open.
Sophie wiped the sweat off her forehead and looked over to see sweater girl asleep, and nice guy was awake, staring at something. She was good at being quiet, so she tip-toed over to him. peeking over his shoulder. Her breathing stopped for a second. The locket he was holding had a picture in it that was too familiar.
Quickly, she moved over to get Storms attention now, her gaze shifted from him to her pocket, where she pulled out a crinkled paper. She unfolded it- It was the same one in the locket. All the folds and smudges of who knows what couldn’t block the similarities in the picture. There was no doubt that this was the same picture. A little tiny girl with long curls that partially covered her face and a small pink dress with a big bow in the back. A boy only a few years ahead of her, black short hair and a goofy grin with a missing tooth. Two seemingly loving people behind the two, holding their hands and smiling. The women who had very long curly black hair had her head rested on the man with strawberry blond hair. Who’s Jawline visibly resembled Storm’s.
Sophie pointed to the tiny girl, then herself. Then to the boy, and back to Storm. Her eyes filled with tears, someone from her family was still alive? She had assumed that... he brother died when they'd destroyed her house. Storm turned around and stared at Sophie. Then he looked back at the photo. Then at sophies photo. Tears filled his eyes. For so many years he had thought he had no one. No mother, no father, nothing.He was taken in by the NLR when he was young and given him a name and a place. Sophie looked at her brother and mouthed the word 'you'?
Storm learned to trust no one. But now...he had someone. He looked at Sophie for a long time, and just hugged her. Siblings finally having one another in this world. Things seemed to get a little brighter.

> Morning After
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It was almost morning, light was just breaking over the horizon. A yellow jeep pulled up to an abandoned house that Isabel hardly remembers being brought to last night. Since she'd been drugged and raped, anyone would wonder why she'd return to this place, when really last night she knew the risk of going home with some random stranger. She blamed herself for the whole thing. Her sneakers made a bit of noise on the gravel like road before she went to the beaten up door. Isabel barged into the room, only holding a water bottle in her hand. The liquid inside was cloudy and clearly not water. Everyone was passed out, Blitz the only one on the couch. "Hey, asshole, wake up." She grumbled shoving him around trying to wake him up. She'd brought over morphine for him to help with the pain she'd know he'd be feeling for the next few days. She waited to see if he'd wake up or if she should pour water on him.


Blitz shot up awake, panting a bit. He looked down at the stab wound, which was now just a faded scar. He noticed Isabel holding the water bottle. Without a second thought, he began to gulp it down, but immediately spitting the vodka tasting liquid out coughing and realizing that it wasn’t water."What's wrong? I thought you'd like it if I made you medicine taste like vodka." She said with a fake whine. She couldn't help but giggle some at her own jokes to him, she didn't think he'd do much, she saved his life after all and he was most likely to weak to run, or even fly. She pushed her glasses up before handing him the water bottle once more. "There, it's gonna taste like water now. I'd drink that if I were you." She added, he looked at Isabel rubbing his burning throat. Blitz felt groggy as he stared at her. Almost inspecting her before quinting his hazy eyes. "Why did you save me?"
"Cause you're cute" She said, motioning for him to move him to move his legs so she could sit down. Sitting down, she smiled some. Today she wore sweatpants and t-shirt, her coat hung at the door since she was inside. She looked at Blitz and grinned some. "Plus, I wanted to rub it in your face." She grabbed the water bottle only half full. leaning back some she waited for his smart ass reply.
Blitz looked at her with a look that nearly screamed bitch; then he took the water bottle and drank it. He looked at her sideways then realized something; well two things. He recognized her from work. She had passed in him the halls. Likely dropping some things off, or something. The second… his hand hit his forehead, he didn’t want to admit it, but Isabel had in fact saved his life last night. He’d have been likely dropped in some dumpster by now if it wasn’t for her. "I owe you." He said flatly, looking at Isabel. "What do you want me to do for you?"
Isabel nearly blushed, but she barely got pink. "You owe me?" She sounded stunned, she stood up looking at him with a look that was purely confused. " I saved you, I didn't buy you a drink or something I mean-" To her, what she did was most of- and expectation for humans. If someones dying, you go help them. Isabel scratched her head in frustration, "We could just forget about this- I mean there is nothing I really-" She froze, her mood shifting slightly. To a little more blunt, if not too direct. "Can you get me a better position in work?" She asked, she started getting excited now- Her gaze shifting into his cold eyes. She'd grabbed one of his hands as if she'd know this man for a long time- she waited like a little kid at Christmas.

"Probably. I can do almost anything. You've seen that" he smirked. "What kind do you want? I can get you just about anywhere." He took another swig from the water bottle and rubbed the scar that was only a few hours ago slowly taking his life away from him. Blitz looked at her then, still amazed at her ability. While most would probably wonder why Isabel would be in a profession that was completely out of her talents- He just didn’t exactly care.
"I want to be with the leading mages-" She knew exactly where she wanted to go. She felt like she was using him, and she felt almost guilty; until she remembered she was raped. This was totally fair. “Easy.” Blitz said with a nod. It wasn't the highest place, so  it was likely easy enough to be put into there. She jumped up like a little kid. "Thank you, thank you so much-" She kissed him for a moment. Hey, it's not like they didn't mack-lips all last night. His lips still tasted like alcohol. The kiss lasted only a moment longer, a small glow coming from her lips. She got rid of his hangover. She pulled away, a smirk barely there on her lips. 
"My name is Isabel White, okay?" She said, figuring he didn't even know her name. She then pulled close, "I hope you keep your promises, because I can easily claim rape on your ass." She pulled away from him giving him a sweet smile. "Sound okay, Sweety?" Isabel tapped his nose gently. Blitz only began to cackle a bit, grinning wildly at her."Babe, even if you called rape, shit wouldn't happen to me. You were fair game." He felt the morphine beginning to kick in, and stood up,changing into some uniform that was on the ground. "See- they wont touch me, I’m the best they have. I fucking run this district." He pulled on his wonderbolts jacket and pushed his hair back. "I'm four days late to work. Ill get you a job Isabel, just wait for my call" he winked and headed out the door.