Page 3 of Infiltrated

I made illusions to go over the border into the human world and underwent intense training in all forms of martial arts to hone my body and mind even further. Why the human side? Because the council fuckers didn’t believe in their people learning to defend themselves, if we had the Shadows. What was the purpose, right? Fuck that. So for six years, I trained. After about a year, I felt the pull of my magick to a beautiful girl marred in bruises in one of my classes. I smiled at the thought of Pixie. She was perfect.

At the time I was confused why there was another magick in the same place, but like I said, the process is like a pull. A pull so young was rare, but when have I ever been normal. Pixie had been in the human realm with her dick-head human foster parents, and had wanted to learn how to fight. She snuck out, and the gym gave her free lessons once they picked up on her injuries. Why they didn’t help her was beyond me, regardless she was tenacious then, and even more so now.

She didn’t know about Darnika, hell, she didn’t even know about her powers, and that I felt some of the strongest mental abilities emanating from her, other than me. I was cocky as fuck, but truth was truth. After a few weeks and sessions, the bruises started getting worse. I asked her if she would want to come home with me to my world instead. She wasn’t the most trusting individual, from what I had observed, over the weeks. Always looking around, keeping to herself, unless it was time to train. She always gravitated toward me, even with seemingly no knowledge of Magick; she couldn’t help the pull of the bond. The night I asked, she left the human realm and never looked back. We continued to train, our bodies becoming weapons and our magick becoming one. While we felt the pull young, we never crossed the line to fully bond until we were much older. We focused on hard work and knowledge.

We took it a step further, and learned every form of hacking and data encryption, there was to learn, and used that knowledge to hack into the Council’s database, waiting for a slip-up on information via email, files, or chats. I was a ghost, a hungry one. After several years of searching, nothing popped up about my parents, just very small details about the new Council members that replaced them. Two weak elementals. I scoffed as the thought crossed my mind. No one on that Council was weak, they couldn’t afford to be because they needed to maintain power. No. Someone is hiding something and I’m going to fucking find it. And I had the perfect plan. I needed to get closer. Pixie and I are going to infiltrate the motherfucking Shadows. Not just the Shadows, but we were going to get into their Elite Squad, closer to the Council, closer to the truth.

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“I don’t need a weapon, I’m one.” -Unknown

“I mean, really. This is just scarily accurate.” -Charlie

Charlie

Taking a deep breath,I focused on my surroundings and didn’t sense anyone nearby. I dropped my gross-ass illusion while creating a portal to get back to my bike. My darling, my Beast. If I could pole dance for that bike, I would. Since I stripped off the illusion, I looked down at my black leather pants, black combat boots, and my long-sleeved sweater, that showed my ripped stomach off. I looked it up, there are no rules about looking like a grandma when killing the fuck outta people and plus, I also like black. I let out a sigh as I took in my ripped jacket.All of my fucking powers, and I cannot make clothes.

That would have been bloody fucking useful on days like this. I set the jacket on fire as I fake cried, then chuckled as the smell of burned leather filled the air when the jacket disappeared, and I blew the ashes into the wind. There. No evidence. I need a fucking drink. Maybe some entertainment as well, of the naked variety. The night was young but I still needed to patrol, I would have to wait for naked entertainment later. At that moment, as if I was calling her, my phone rang. I hated this shit, always buzzing. It didn’t matter that we could connect mind-to-mind anywhere we were, we needed to keep up appearances.

I picked up the phone via coms in my ears, and heard the thumping of sensual music in the background. Pixie was set up in the only Elite strip clubs near the capital instead of patrolling with me. As much as I hated it, it was the perfect way for her to pick up rumors of Shadow recruitments and capital gossip. It helped to be a mind reader. “Hey, my little tinker bell, learn anything interesting?” I snickered at the nickname because she loathed it with a passion. But I took joy in these little things.

“I’ll cut you bitch,” she retorted.

“Well, that is just hot. So you’ve accomplished nothing but gotten me excited to come home.” I laughed, looking around and making my way to my bike. At least the dock was quiet.

“Listen up, Exousia,” she started, using my nickname, known to the lower castes when I patrolled, unknown, “I picked up some information from the minds of these pervs, apparently they will be sending some Shadows Elites to find out about the Vigilantes taking care of the violence in the lower castes, and perhaps solving tonight’s kidnapping case?” she finished softly.

Her use of my alias expressed the importance of this information. I just solved that case, how the fuck did they know?Ooo, this was like Carmen Santiago.

“Yeah, uh about that, I just solved that case like ten minutes ago, so how the fuck do they even know that? As for the Shadows coming, I’m already tired of waiting for these stupid fucks to make a move. Eventually, we knew their fragile egos couldn’t take the slight of having their precious world actually taken care of,” I replied.

“Well, it turns out that there was an MLE in the club tonight, which is weird but not uncommon really, and he got the alert that it was solved; he was already drunk and started cursing about the ‘goddamn vigilante always butting in where it didn’t belong and how they would have solved it eventually.’”

I scoffed at that. “Yeah, sure. Back to the Elites, when you say sending—”

“Yeah, they are already here, apparently patrolling the lower castes, so keep a clear head and remember the end game,” Pixie cut me off.

“Thanks, baby. Make them interested but not murderous, got it. Should be easy, although it would have been better with you here, but I will make my usual runs and then head home. I’ll pick you up at 3.” I hang up the phone and sigh.

Well, all of this means that I needed to make these runs faster and check on the families that may need some extra cash or help. Since I’ve been patrolling, crime in the area is pretty much gone, but there were always a few fuckers that had to push me. Well, I’m blood-thirsty again, and I’m going to drink my fill tonight.

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I swung my legs over my bike, and it purred under me. I had it spelled for speed and balance, and I also created a shield for it that prevents it from getting any type of damage. I made sure to shield myself in case of an accident, safety first and all that, and turned up the music on the bike and got myself mentally ready to head downtown for patrol. As “Back That Azz Up” by Juvenile pumps though my speakers, I let myself twerk a little bit,okay…a lot,as I pull up to a red light. My bike was spelled to make my music audible even if wind whipped through my hair. Lost in the music and still dancing but not dumb enough to let my guard down, I notice a sleek truck pull up next to me with its windows rolled down. The fuckers had some type of classical music playing in their truck. Offended, I turned my music up and continued to dance.

I was being petty, but it was just that type of night. I felt eyes on me, and I looked over into the truck with a perfectly arched eyebrow, and locked my gaze, with quite honestly, the most fucking gorgeous guy I have ever seen. Shit, make that four incredibly gorgeous guys. My pussy jumped.Calm down, you meat pocket,I thought to myself. Openly staring now, I looked inside the car. The driver had a set of green eyes that looked like they were piercing my soul, scruffed face, and a beautiful kissable mouth that was turned up into a scowl.Can angels even scowl?Shit, he looked like a Liam Hemsworth’s double, and suddenly my vagina was auditioning for Hunger Games. Keeping the lust off my face, I scowled right back. As the light turned green, I lowered my volume and said loudly, “Your music fucking sucks,” and threw up my middle finger as I peeled off. Mr. Green Eye Fucker opened his eyes wide, his scowl now more pronounced as I took off, putting distance between us. Not before I was able to hear the peals of laughter from the rest of the men.

I drove faster, allowing my thoughts to take me to muse about the men in the car. Not before changing my song to “How Many Licks” by Lil Kim. No reason. No reason whatsoever. Just a song. Yup. While the other men were sitting further in the truck, I still saw them clear as day. My vision was sharp and I could pierce the darkness, also one of my perks.

They were gorgeous; Mr. Blue Eyes sat next to green eyes and had a perfectly shaven face with a sharp model-like features, picture Dean Winchester.

In the back, I noticed Mr. Scary as he looked like he enjoyed killing more than breathing, but I can get down with that. Mr. Scary reminded me a lot of Damon from Vampire Diaries—all grown up with bigger muscles.

Last but certainly not the least was Mr. What The Fuck, as in WTF—he was certainly created in the water—because he looked like a walking wet dream. They were all hot but he felt like he dripped sex. I wonder if he was part sex. Is that even a power? Shit, I want to find out. I may just change his name to Mr. Spanish Wet Dream. He certainly had Latin features, with hazel eyes, and looked like he belonged in a Novella. Being part Latin myself, that is one flavor I can totally get behind. Yum. Like a fucking adobo commercial.

Unfortunately, that car oozed power, so these guys are strong as fuck. Which means one thing, four Shadows, also referred to as an Elite team. A team who saw me and definitely couldn’t pick up on what I was. I didn’t even know what I was. But them seeing me meant curiosity. I don’t need that shit tonight. I needed that shit as much as I need nails in my fucking eyeballs. Fuck me.

Luca

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