Chapter 1 I felt the suns rays trying to pry my heavy eyelids open. I groaned and slammed a pillow in the face blocking the sunlight. I fell back into sleep, but then the national fanfare alarm went off to awake all spies, and assassins of the Acropolis Union. I was both, because of my "unique" ability as the high and proud Elitians called it.
I quickly jumped out of bed and put on a my ugly uniform. It was purple stretchy material that stuck on your skin and squeak if you got it wet. I prefered my creme cloak which is rimmed with an ancient red design. It was given to me by my grandmama. She died not to long ago in combat. When I was qualified and chosen to become the AU, my grandmama told me before she left on her mission, " You are destined to do radical and miraculous things in the universe." What I never understand why she said universe and not planet? I mean I was never going to leave my planet ,Acropolis. Will I? I lived on this planet my entire life. I have heard rumors of another planet that can withstand life. I don't remember what it was called but it was a synonym for dirt. But now that this horrible disease called Moikian has spread death and starvation throughout my planet there is hope for that planet to be able to withstand life.
I squeezed into the ugly purple suit but it was too tight. I groaned. I hate this piece of crap. I grabbed my daggers and made a rip in it to make it look like it ripped on "accident" . Oh well, I guess l just have to use my cloak. I put on my red pants and tank before I put on my cloak.
I walked toward my bathroom and looked at myself their the mirror.
A girl looked back at me. At eighteen she was beautiful beyond compare, but she was dangerous. She separated her long brown hair to fall like a waterfall down in front of her chest. She looked back at me and her eyes sparkled when a ray of sunlight hit them. They were the most dangerous part of me. I hated them. I pulled the hood of my cloak over my eyes. I grabbed my red lipstick and glided it across my lips. Red was an important to me but reminder of what a dangerous freak I was. I heard doors open and fellow classmates running down the hall toward the auditorium. I sighed as I headed out of my dorm. I was alone, which was okay since I didn't have to worry about annoying roommates. But once in awhile it was nice to have someone to talk to. I locked my dorm room and headed out into the auditorium for attendance. I looked at the clock floating on the ceiling as a robotic voice said ," You have ten minutes to reach the hall."
I laughed. Like that idiotic clock can tell me where and what time I have to be.
I walked at my own paced while other classmates where running like a bats out of hell not wanting to face the rough consquences. They always gave me an evil glare for they knew I could get away with it. "1 minute! "The robotic clock shrieked.
"Here,"
Dmitri looked at me with his blue eyes from above his clipboard and sighed when he saw my cloak.
"What happen this time?"
"It ripped." I smirked
"It ripped, huh? I wander what did it this time." He made a face like he was thinking, "Was it the magical scissors?"
"No, it just didn't fit." I shrugged.
He raised an eyebrow, "It didn't fit? I guess you need to go in for another altering?"
I heard my classmates chuckle. Inside I was growling, they couldn't beat me in any event.
I clicked my heels together and stood up straight, " Yes sir."
"Good." He checked my name and finished calling off roll.
The auditorium was huge. There was different sections of event to train like a maze, a sword arena, boxing ring, and more.
After he was done, he exclaimed in a loud voice. " Team 1: Swords. Team 2: Stealth. Team 3: Speed." Next he called my team.",Team 4. Obstacle course."
Boring. All ready did that a couple second ago. I shrugged and started off with my team, but Dmitri grabbed my elbow.
"You stay here."
After calling off 24 teams, Dmitri took off his leather jacket and turned to face me. He was handsome. He was about twenty-two years old, though he still looked eighteen. He had black hair that was pulled back into a small pony. When he took off his shirt he revealed a gorgeous six pack. I snickered. He was trying to intimidate me or distracted me.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, what does it look like I'm doing, smart a*s." Dmitri started putting on some leather gloves and stretch his arms letting his muscles flex. On his arm was a tattoo that expanded to his chest. It looked like a tree or roots or something. But I couldn't stop staring at it. It was so beautifully designed. I wanted to trace my hand over it to see where it ended. I shook the thought from my head and focused back to Dmitri who was heading toward some swords.
"Showing off." I rolled my eyes.
"You wish. Catch." Dmitri threw me a sword at me. I caught it with one hand.
"This will be fun."
Soon Dmitri charged at me and swung his sword at my thigh. I blocked it and slid my leg out to trip him. Dmitri smiled and again strikes me. I slid into a split and blocked his moved. I straightened up and ushered him to strike at me again. I smiled when Dmitri ran at me, but before I could strike, he did a front flip over me.
" You should always be ready or your opponents strength and statics."
Stunned I stood there, and angrily swung behind me. Dmitri jumped up and sped around some obstacles. He was running so fast and striking at me at all sides that I knew I was losing.
I closed my eyes and focused. I saw Dmitri and then suddenly everything turned to a red haze. Then I saw shadows as they mimic Dmitri's next move. I smiled and in slow motion I felt Dmitri bringing his sword up and charging straight to me. What he was unaware of was that by bring his sword up he was revealing his chest unprotected. I slowly pivoted behind me and hit him with the butt of my sword not wanting to hurt him. He moaned and crunched forward hugging his stomach. I kicked him downward and with a thump he landed on the wood floor. I bend over to look at him and mimicked his husky voice, "Dmitri, remember never leave a part of your body unprotected."
Dmitri didn't answer me but just moaned and groaned on the floor. I did hit him pretty hard with the butt of my sword. I smiled and started to walk away. I felt something grabbed my feet it was Dmitri and he had put me in a scissor lock. Oh, no this wasn't going to end well. With a hard jerk Dmitri had me on the ground and jumped on top of me to keep me from moving.
"Get off of me, " I growled as I tried to get loose. Suddenly Dmitri pinned my arms down which caused his face to get closer to mine.
My heart stopped. His blue eyes were staring into mine, and he smelled so good. He smelled of leather and aftershave. He bent down lower until his lips were near my ear. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest.
"First off, I don't talk like that. And two, make sure your opponent is injured enough that he or she can't get up or if they are dead. Other that you did marvelous job."
Dmitri's eyes still stared into mine, and soon they moved to my bright red lips. My cheeks turned red and my heart beated faster. Was he going to kiss me? He can't have feelings for me! He is my instructor. My friend. I felt his breath, as his lips slowly came down to mine.
Just as Dmitri's lips lightly brushed my lips a loud voice exclaimed, "Kimora?"
Dmitri quickly stood up pulling me up with me. He bowed at the Elitian Claudius.
Elitian Claudius was in his late forties. His hair had turned into a snowy white and his lengthy beard made him look wise. His eyes were a violet and there wasn't a wrinkle on his face. He wore a grand cloak that was purple and gold, the national colors of Acropolis. Around his neck he wore a medallion with the sacred Acropolis symbol of the sun.
"We were just practicing hand-to-hand combat." Dmitri said confidently.
Elitian Claudius bowed back and drawn his attention to me. I stood up straighter and bowed.
"Come, child." Claudius lead me out the auditorium by my elbow. I looked back at Dmitri who's eyes never left me. Before we left the building, Dmitri lips moved and I knew what he said.
"Good luck, my beloved Kimora."
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