|The Red Warrior
Author: MissKluck PM
When they met as children,she'd just been traumatized and was blaming her own powers.Now eight years later they meet again,her past still haunting her.And she now has to help him develop his newly discovered powers so that he can be ready when time catches up with them again. In the stillness before the storm they make friends and enemies as they try to understand their own purposeRated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 44,813 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 05-07-13 - Published: 10-23-11 - id: 2963585
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When I was 8 years old, my parents were killed. I escaped, but I fell into the sea and drifted away. I don't know how many days I was in the water, but then I had suddenly drifted into a beach. While I laid there and thought about my parents and how they were killed, a boy found me. He was at my age, with brown hair and sparkling emerald green eyes. He was kind of cute. He asked me why I was laying there. I didn't answer. He went away, and came back with a guy who lifted me, and helped me to their house. The boy told me that his name was Eric and the guy who carried me was his brother, Marcus. He was blond with blue eyes. A teenage girl came out from the house Eric said was their house. She was pretty with long, blond hair and blue eyes. We went into the house. It was a beautiful, blue house. And the furniture was lovely.
Actually I stayed in that house for four days. On the fifth, a letter came. The girl, Tiffany, Eric's sister, came into the living room were Eric and I sat on a sofa and watched TV. "Does anyone of you know a Carla S. Reans?" she asked us. Eric looked at her, and shook his head. "I do," I whispered. They both looked at me. Surprised that I had talked. While I had stayed at their home, I hadn't said anything even though they tried to ask me some questions. Tiffany gave me the letter and I read it. It said that they were the organisation that my parents had worked for, because they had been secret agents. Now the organisation asked if I wanted to become an agent as well, and join them in search for my parents' killers. "'Course I wanted," I thought. I had to be at the beach, eleven o'clock that night. Later that evening, when the clock was almost eleven, I went down to the beach. I had written a letter to Eric and his brother and sister, to tell them why I had left and that they didn't need to look for me. I also told them I was grateful for their kindness. From that day on, I was an agent.