Emergency

My head is churning with so many thoughts, going faster than a mile a minute. I can't believe I thought to trust him, when it was so clear he didn't trust me. I stalk towards my car, flinging the door open, and jamming the keys into the ignition.

My mark pulses, shining brighter and brighter. I can feel it glow softly, and I grab the wheel with both hands in a firm grip. Breathing in deeply, I close my eyes. My mark glows, then subdues, settling back into the color of my skin.

I close my car door, starting the car, and begin to reverse out of there.

I catch a brief flash of movement, my eyes flicking up to it. It's Zach; he looks confused as he presses his frame against the window to look at me. He mouths what's wrong? but I don't stop; instead, I salute him, before driving away from the house.

I forget that Rowan is in Paris, and I sigh; I can't go to my apartment or her house without a flock of people trying to meet me. A headache is forming behind my eyes, and I wonder what's the next step I should do.

Deciding to rent a hotel pops into my mind, and as I turn my car into the street where I know I saw some close by, when all of a sudden, something collides with my car, the figure rolling from the top of my hood onto the ground.

I slam on the breaks, letting out a shout of surprise.

Quickly stepping out, I knelt besides the person, noticing that it's a girl, close to my age. She has short, almost buzzed hair that looks like it's growing back in messy spike black hair, a scar running from the middle of her forehead down to the tip of her lip. She has a light tan, but I notice she's wearing a red and black uniform with a number stamped on on the breast pocket.

I slip out my phone, dialing nine one one, when she quickly gets up, grabbing me around the neck, and slamming me back on the hood of my car. I feel the hood of the car cave in from the force, and my head begins to throb. Standing up, she has four inches compared to my 5'5, and I can feel her hand tighten around my throat,

Panic rushes throughout my body, as the lack of oxygen begins to blur my eyesight. I don't know how, but her grip tightens, to the point where I can hear the bones in my neck creak in protest.

This girl is going to kill me, I think to myself, both hands desperately trying to loosen her fingers. I stare into her cold, black eyes, as my hands and nails claw at hers, chills settling all over my body.

And then my mark begins to burn, so hot, I let out a feeble noise of pain. The girl makes no note of it, until my mark blinks bright light, a dagger shaping from the light particles. Quickly grabbing it, I slam it into the soft side of her thigh, and she cries out, dropping her hand from my neck. She reaches to pull out the dagger, and I stumble away from her, gasping for air.

I watch as she tries to yank it out, but I can see the dagger dig deeper in, for some reason the solidness of it going back into light-

It dawns to me that my dagger is trying to absorb her, and I have no idea if I can stop it. Should I even stop it? This girl did attack me for almost no reason.

The girl slams her fist on the concrete road, a crack and dent forming, and she roars out, her figure changing colors as a red hue overcomes her. My dagger combusts, disappearing from her wounded thigh.

"Weak," she pants out. "You are the weakest agent they sent to get me. I've dealt with people twice your size."

"What?" I rasped out, trying to clear my throat.

"Don't play dumb. I will not go back to where you've hidden me to do your dirty work. I will kill anyone who tries to drag me back." she spits out, hand pressed on her thigh to stop the bleeding.

Before I can respond, someone runs up behind her, a boy with unusual blue colored eyes. His face pales at the sight of the blood.

"Jabez, are you okay? Can you heal from that? Oh, gods, you're losing a lot of blood." he asks, an accent coloring his words.

She reaches behind his head, smacking the back of it with her bloodied hand. "I thought you could sense if we were being followed Ceollach. Look what happened to me!" she said angrily.

The one named Ceollach looks like he's about to vomit, pale face going green. I sit up, looking at him closely; he has pale blonde hair, almost white, and a scar over his eyebrows. He's tall, about 6'3 with a lean body. He has no shoes on, but the same uniform as Jabez, although it's torn at the legs.

He reaches down, and picks up Jabez easily, careful with her still bleeding leg. She's still scolding him, but she lets him hold her, almost like his touch is second nature to her. He never looks in my direction once, or even try to gauge who I am, his attention on her completely.

Turning on his heel, he jogs off, disappearing without another word. I watch them leave, sitting still in place.

I lean back against the front of my car, pain spreading up on my back. I can feel some warmth, quite possibly blood, drip down from the back of my head, staining my shirt. I don't have the voice to scream, and my phone is far from reach. So much for my training with those bots. If David or Zach could see me right now, the quips and worries they would say.

She really took you down like nothing? Let me spar with her, bet I could beat her! Zach

You did what you could Laney. Sit and rest for a minute, she didn't go easy on you. Now, what are some techniques you think that could have made this fight in your favor? David.

My mind does try to calculate my movements, and then Jabez's the headache coming full force. After a minute, grogginess hits as well, and the tension begins to ebb from my body.

I fight to keep my eyes opened, because I have no idea if I've sustained a concussion or not.

In the end, it's a weak battle; my eyes flutter close, and I decide that it's good as any time to take a nap.