Thunder (prologue & chpt. 1) foul language

I have already edited....written over...forgotten...refound...this story...its up to you guys if this has any hope. Most of you have probably read this thing over six times (I really don't know) and are getting sick of it, but please...bare with me...because don't forget, you guys rock!

*note: this story is very close to my heart...i've already dedicated it to my best friend/soul sister.

Please critique your hearts out...i want to cry...

P.s- sorry, I haven't been on here for a long time...I don't remember the limit of the post we're supposed to put up. It only four pages...

Thanks,

Skittles

~Prologue~

Murder

The city of Craccia’s air was polluted and filled with smog making it hard to see. It was dark out and the only things visible were the head lights of rapidly moving vehicles in the distance. The wheels increased considerably in speed as the rider clamped her hand tightly on the acceleration of the motorcycle. The road she had been riding on wrapped itself around the jagged cliffs like a snake constricting its prey and moved as such as the picking up wind pushed the gravel north. Suddenly the night sky lit up with a heated blast on the other side of the tall buildings, illuminating the young woman’s dark brown eyes. She swerved as a chunk of metal landed next to her, the sides of it piercing right through her boot, scrapping her leg and her tire.

“Shit,” she muttered through clenched teeth as the motorcycle’s tire began to deflate slowly and blood began flowing out of the gash in her leg. The tire wasn’t deflating slowly enough to where she kept going. Her short white hair, whipped her face as she drove faster down the narrow road. If she had sped up any more she could have been flying to her destination. Behind her were four other motorcycles that were advancing on her. They were from the adversary side of the war. They were the Wickeds.

The young woman looked behind her for a split second to see the motorcyclists were still following her.

Why do they need me? She asked herself, grinding her teeth as a surge of pain traveled through her leg. It was the open wound on her calf that was hurting. It was bleeding uncontrollably running down the side of her boot darkening the already red material.

There was a loud bang as one of the motorcyclists aimed a gun and shot at the woman’s head. The bullet flew past her hitting the metal on her tire spoke.

“Jerks!” she yelled wrathfully at them. She whipped her motorcycle around and began going the other way. Quickly, she jumped onto one of the other motorcycles. She pushed the Wicked off and regained control of the bike. Two of the other riders drove past her, except for the last one. Unaware that there had been an entirety of four followers, she swerved to a fishtailing halt as the last motorcyclist came at her fast. The headlights turned on, blinding her. Her body was jolted vigorously as they collided throwing her hard to the ground.

~

The young woman woke up with her leg wrapped tightly. Blood leaked through the white cloth making her remember how much it hurt. She looked around realizing at once she was on top of an operating table. Her gun was all the way on the other side of the room.

“Hello Naomi,” the young woman looked up. A man had come into the room and was smiling callously at her.

“What do you want this time Cellos?” Naomi asked as she sat up.

“I want you to join us. You know how much power you can hold. We need it,”

“But you would just be using me. I know what you did to my sister. You threw her out into the dirt when you were through with her… I’m not even half of what the other’s are in my regiment,”

“But I could make you a leader of this colony,”

Naomi held up her hand inches away from his throat. His throat glowed a dark orange and he began to choke.

“Why can’t you get this through your damn head? I’m never going to join you traitors,” She growled, releasing her grip. Cellos fell below the table gasping.

“Then I have no choice but to kill you,” Cellos held up his hand to her chest. A spark of red light flew from his hand and Naomi fell to the floor in a departed heap.

Chapter 1

A new beginning

Craccia was alive and busy that night. The polluted smog that drifted over the cityscape covered the moon so that only the city’s neon light lit the town. Down in the eighth platform of Averra City, Barley Street was crowded as people flowed into the bars and dance clubs. A young woman, standing behind the counters of one of the bars, was filling up the beer mugs casually. Her long black hair was pulled back by a ribbon into a loose ponytail.

“Secrett, table ten needs you to take their order,” a waitress told her. Secrett looked up.

“Can’t you get it? I’m on bar duty,” she said.

“No.” the waitress retorted. Secrett rolled her eyes and walked out from behind the bar over to the tenth table. The restaurant was hardly lit with the few candles on the decaying walls. Secrett followed the orange light and ran into the back of a chair. The man sitting in the chair turned around and frowned.

“What took you so long?” he said.

“What’s your order?” Secrett asked, ignoring the man’s question.

“Be nice,” Secrett looked over her shoulder. Her friend Athia was standing behind her, holding a tray full of food and beer.

“Thanks for the advice Athia,” Secrett said mordantly. Athia set the tray down on the neighboring table and stood next to her.

“Your welcome smartass,”

Secret smirked as she wrote down the man’s order.

“Oh and I’ll have what he’s having,” the man finished. Secrett looked at the dish he was pointing at. It was the oyster dish.

“Sure thing, I’ll just-”

“Hey some lady needs to talk to you.” Athia said suddenly. Secrett turned around to face her. Athia was smiling, as if it were a joke. “She’s outside.”

“Who is she?” Secrett asked. She was heading back towards the bar.

“Your mom,”

Secrett stopped in her tracks.

“Can you cover my shift tonight?”

Athia shrugged. “I guess,”

“Thanks see you tomorrow.” Secrett said. She quickly set down her pen and paper and rushed out the front doors. As she made her way through the maze of people a hand reached in and pulled her over to the sidewalks.

“Secrett?”

“Mom what do want now?” a woman with electric blue hair that was piled on top of her head wore a thin-lipped frown. She wore a blue robe and lipstick. Secrett had never admired her mother’s choice of wardrobe.

“Come with me,” her mother said. Her face was solemn and sincere as she spoke.

“Alright,” Secrett said as her mother pulled her along. “But I hope you’re happy I’m getting fired.” Her mother sneered and pushed her down an alleyway where her mother began her series of unusual questions.

“Secrett how old are you?” she asked.

“Nineteen,” Secrett said slowly. “Why, you didn’t know?”

“You know I’m busy,” Secrett nodded and followed her mother to the water trams. They boarded with a few other people and continued their awkward aura.

“Mom,” Secrett said, twenty minutes into the ride. “Can you tell me where we’re going?” her mother sat across from her with her legs crossed and arms folded sternly over her chest as she studied Secrett.

“We’re going to-” her mother looked from left to right. They were the last ones in the tram. “We’re going to Oceana Tower.” Secrett looked her mother up and down in disbelief.

“But tonight’s a council meeting,” Secrett said. Her mother quickly advanced forward, slapping a hand to her mouth.

“Just stay quiet from here on out,” She said. “I don’t want your tongue to have to be removed,” Secrett nodded and her mother let go of her mouth.

Secrett hated having her mother work for the government. It meant lots of divorces, secrets, and deaths. As her mother began to talk on her phone and stare at Secrett, Secrett looked behind her and watched as some whales passed them.

~

Secrett Seregreen sat next to her mother in the large meeting room. Her mother, the ruler of Craccia, kept glancing worriedly over at the empty seat next to her and then at Secrett.

Secrett hadn’t been in a council meeting in her life and hadn’t planned on it. She knew something was up when her mother had called her away from her job at the bar. The soulless stare her mother had implied on the water tram told Secrett they had lost another warrior. Secrett suddenly looked at the elderly councilman. He was staring at her blankly giving her the feeling of insecurity.

“Mom-”

“Shut up or they’ll cut your throat open right here. Let me do the talking.” Her mother hissed. Secrett looked around the vast room. Billowy purple drapes covered the windows so that the room was dark. The only thing lighting the large headquarters was a small lantern in the middle of the oval table. A council member on the other side of the table stood up.

“Crystal Seregreen, I come to understand that you have yet lost another one of your warriors,” the councilman said lifting an eyebrow.

“Yes Sir and I need to replace her quickly-”

“Who is it that has been killed?”

“Naomi Mei,” Crystal answered.

The councilman nodded slowly like a melting candle, never allowing his head to regain its height. Secrett glanced at her mother. She looked nervous as she fiddled with her dexterous hands.

“I see. Do you know where the body is?”

“It’s at the western camps, a scout found her in one of the Wicked’s territories.” Crystal said. She took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“I also come to understand that you want to replace her with your own daughter,”

“Yes.”

Secrett nearly choked on her tongue that she had strictly been told to hold. Crystal looked at her daughter and nodded in encouragement.

“And what makes you think she’ll be up to the job?” The Councilman asked.

“Sir, she has been training ever since she was a little girl.”

“I understand. Now if you will Ms. Seregreen,” Secrett got up and walked over to the councilman. She tried to hold her head high, but it was hard to meet the man’s cold colorless eyes. His robes draped over his body like thin wet paper, showing his boney features. The councilman grabbed Secrett’s arm.

“Make a muscle,” Secrett did as she was told. “Very nice. Do you have powers?” Secrett nodded. “Answer me,”

“Yes Sir,” the councilman looked like a tree as he stretched out a long spindly limb of an arm and placed it over Secrett’s heart. He furrowed his brow and pulled out what looked like a blue flame.

“What have you done?” Secrett asked, terrified, grabbing at it. The council man slapped her hands away.

“This is half of your soul. This way you won’t be able to run away,” Secrett just stared. Her heart felt like it was burning, like it was too hard for it to part with its other half.

“Secrett Seregreen, you are now bound to the Craccian Empire. You will fight and you will try your best to bring down Azeroth’s Empire and keep the rest of the people safe.”

“Yes sir,” Crystal said, answering for Secrett. She walked up and pulled her away. They exited the building sullenly.

“Are you okay?” Crystal asked nonchalantly.

“My chest really hurts.” Secrett said dragging in a ragged breath. She wanted to cry. What had her mother gotten her into?

“You’ll be fine,” Crystal said.

“Mom-” Crystal stopped and churned around. She dragged Secrett into an alleyway and pinned her against the wall. Crystal then began talking in a hoarse whisper.

“Secrett I had to do it. You know that it’s really hard to find another captain for our regiment.” Secrett nodded, trying to understand. “But there’s one catch that he didn’t tell you. You must change your name when you’re in battle and you can’t call me your mother. It’s too risky. You’re now a warrior. And another thing you may absolutely not have a family of your own,” Crystal wiped away a strand of Secrett’s wavy black hair from her stunned face. “Secrett things are going to be different now. People will actually try and kill you. This isn’t like when you’re training.

‘And another thing,” Crystal added. “You’ll need to lie more than ever, even if it hurts the other person. You can’t tell anyone that you’re fighting in the war. Got it?” Secrett nodded.

“We go by codenames, yours is Thunder like your brother,” Secrett nodded again.

“Thunder, you are nineteen now. You can handle yourself,” For the last time Secrett nodded before Crystal slapped her hands together and vanished.

Secrett slid down against the wall and began to weep. She hadn’t wanted this job. It was a burden she knew that one couldn’t possibly embark on.

“Thunder,” she croaked. “What kind of stupid name is that?” then again, she thought, it was Liko’s codename. She decided to forget about it and frowned. What had her mother meant by not being able to have a family? Who was she kidding, she knew perfectly why. It would have been too dangerous for children.

I have to be strong, she thought. Wiping her tears away with her sleeve, she got up.