Message-ID: <54024asstr$1149833402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: MichaelKorvan@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <37f.4504637.31ba143c@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2006 20:01:00 EDT Subject: {ASSM} The Chronicles of Michael Black m/f MC Lines: 788 Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2006 02:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2006/54024> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, emigabe <1st attachment, "The Chronicles of Michael Black.doc" begin> The Chronicles of Michael Black By Michael Korvan Prologue David O'Rourke was one of those types of people that just didn't know where his life was going. It wasn't really surprising, since the boy was only sixteen years old. However, people always thought that he was an odd sort of boy. This had nothing to do with his looks, however. Just in the way he acted. To most, David was an enigma wrapped in a puzzle. He would get up every morning at 2:00AM, just to do his morning rituals. He was in the two percent range of the population that only needed about two hours sleep. What were his morning rituals? For one thing, he would put on his joggers and went for a five mile run down the road and walk back to cool off. The other thing that he did was lift weights almost religiously for three hours. His mother had set him up a full weight room in the garage when he got interested in physical fitness at the age of nine. His mother was the type of person that believed in giving children free rein until they proved that they could not handle it. So far, David had not proved that once, that she knew off. Since the woman was a rich Heiress, she could afford these small things, like weight rooms and computers without spoiling her kids. All of this made him the fittest boy in his classes. However, that did not count the Aikido and Kenpo classes that he was taking from seven to ten at night, and that was since he was four years old his mother also paid for these. All of these things and his burning desire to do them, made him kind of strange to his fellow classmates, who usually wanted to laze around. Especially since he seemed to coast in school on straight A's. However, that had more to do with his eidetic memory than anything else did in his education. That, combined with his speed reading ability, made him almost unstoppable in school. Even though he had many skills in languages (Italian, German and French), Martial Arts and fitness, there were still areas that he was sorely lacking in, in life. One of the main areas was in social skills the boy had almost no friends, unless they wanted help with their homework. Girls? Forget it. The boy was much to shy to approach them to strike up a conversation. He was much too shy period, when he thought about it, and he did not have a clue as to why that was. He was fairly good looking for a boy his age. He had hair that was as black as a crow feather and blue eyes that reminded a lot of people of the sky, they were so unusual. His physique was almost absolutely perfect for a sixteen year old. Therefore, he didn't understand what the problem was. It was not as if his home life was real shitty, because it wasn't. A lot of people blamed all kinds of shit on their parents, but not David. He knew all his problems were just that his. There was no use blaming anyone else. Besides, his home life was the only place that he felt his nervousness ebb away but not completely. His father died four years ago in a car crash, so all he had was his sisters and his mother. Well, when he said that his nervousness completely ebbed away, that wasn't completely true. Since his adoption at the age of two, he didn't really feel guilty ogling the beautiful women in his life, including his adoptive Mother to a lesser degree. He had always said that the women in his house were the most beautiful of the female species in town. His oldest sister was seventeen and was a straight "A" student just as he was. Her name was Heather. The only problem he had with her was the fact that she was more than a little snobbish and would rather break her neck than break a rule. That, however, did not stop her beauty. With long blonde hair and eyes the color of sapphire, she was definitely a looker. Her main problem was that she was very gorgeous and she knew it and used it to her advantage. That brings David to the second sister he had. She was the exact same age as he was. Born on the same day and everything. He knew that he shouldn't play favorites, but he couldn't help it. This sister was his best friend. Her name was Jennifer... moreover, may God help anyone that called her by her full name. For most of her life she had always went by the name of Jenni. She was something else. She wasn't much for lifting weights, but she always went running with him and to Martial Arts classes. She had the same eidetic memory (which was just odd) and the same burning desire to improve herself. The amazing thing was that she kept up in both activities. David always enjoyed watching her kick around the other boys in class with her small stature. The one thing that not many people knew was that both David and Jenni had a real mean streak in them if they became irritated with their piers. Even though the streak was really wide and almost feral like, they never seemed to question it. Some of the bullies at the school had found this out the hard way. David didn't throw one punch, but he laughed his ass off as Jenni broke several of their bones. The funny thing was that neither ever got in trouble for this. When confronted by a teacher or authority figure, the figure would get a blank look for a few seconds and then just tell them to go to class. This was the type of thing that had happened almost every single time. Like David, Jenni, his sister, was also an odd one. Albeit she was an odd one for different reasons. Reasons that drove her mother crazy. She mostly always dressed in black with a gold cross for a single earring and a football cap perched on top of her head that proudly displayed the Raiders logo. She also had a sarcastic remark every time when someone got on her nerves in the littlest way. At school, she was definitely someone the kids knew not to fuck with on a bad day. With her hair cut just below the ears and dyed black, David thought it looked good they looked like twins, except she had more curves. Their family threw a fit, though. They were always jumping in and giving them a lecture for thinking or acting outside the box. They just both thanked whatever Higher Power was watching from above that their mother had no clue that they both carried handguns on them most of the time. 9mms to be exact. Even though Jenni was really his best friend, there were certain things that David just could not tell her. One of those things was the Whispers. Alternatively, at least, that was what he called them. They were not loud enough to hear clearly. In fact, they all seemed jumbled and running together. David couldn't tell her because he didn't think that he could stand her look at him as if he should be in a loony bin. He cared very much of what his adoptive sister thought of him. The second thing was something different. It felt like it lived deep inside his soul. It was something dark and feral. It was something that he knew reveled in the scent of blood and would bath in it if it could. It took a lot to frighten David, but whatever it was that he felt did, and it frightened him badly. The scary thing was that the Whispers were starting to get louder and louder and it was getting hard for him to block them out. He finally figured out that they were the mental voices of people around him after a while, but that didn't do any good. Because of the other voices, he couldn't focus on just one. Oh, how he wished that he could just concentrate on one, which would be so much easier. In addition, this is where the story begins. David has finally started his Journey. Chapter One I don't know what the hell has been happening to me lately. All the voices in my head are like a low-grade buzz. I can tell that it is very close to driving me mad. Hell, even my damn grades are dropping. I really don't know what to do anymore. It's not as if I can turn to anyone. When school let out, I went straight home and locked myself in my room in hopes of helping keep all the voices at bay. It helped a little, but not much. I had been locking myself in my room for well over two weeks and I knew that Jenni was getting pissed. For good reason. We usually hung out together in all our spare time. I really didn't know how much longer I could hold her off. If she asked me a direct question, I know I couldn't lie. I never could lie to her. She always had a look that made me fold. As I was sitting in my room, there was a loud knock at the door. I could tell it was Jenni by the style of the knock. At that moment, I knew what was going to happen she was going to drill it out of me. In that moment, I felt a moment of pure panic for about thirty seconds. Then, strangely, a wave of calm came over me. Hell, maybe it would be good to get it off my chest. Maybe I would feel a hell of a lot better if someone knew. Well, David, there is only one-way to find out and that is to let her in. I got up and unlocked the door to see my Jenni with a face on that I recognized well. It was her Resolve Face. It meant that she wanted answers, and she wanted answers now! "I guess you want to talk. Come on in and have a seat. I gotta warn you though, you are going to think that I am a complete fucking nut," I told her with a halfhearted smirk. "Ah, c'mon, Bro. It can't be that bad," she told me with a sympathetic look. She was always doing that to me. I could count on three fingers the people that she would even bother to comfort. I'll admit it: My sixteen-year-old sister could be a hard-assed bitch if she didn't like or love you. "No, I mean it; you are going to think I am crazy, because I think I am going crazy!" I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, but I don't think that I did a very good job. "Just calm down and tell me what's going on." I took a deep breath and couldn't believe I was actually going to tell her. "I'm hearing voices when nobody is talking. They are all jumbled and I can't understand a damn thing they say and I know I am going crazy because I believe they are other people's thoughts," I told her with my head bowed. I really was ashamed I was going crazy and didn't know what was going on. I expected many things from my sister. A hug. Laughing. Crying for her brother's lost sanity. What I didn't expect was a snort of amusement and her next sentence. "I told Mom that we should have told you. Nevertheless, noooo, she said that it usually skips the male members of the family and she didn't want to worry you." I don't know about you, but I was as confused as hell. "What the fuck are you talking about, Sis?" "Short answer or long answer?" "Both." "Ok, short answer you are not crazy." "Gee, that helped," I replied sarcastically. "How about the long answer?" My sister had a thoughtful look on her face for a moment before she answered. "We are what are known as Psionics. Psionics have the abilities of Telepathy, Telekinesis and Empathy. However, they usually specialize in only one. I am specializing in Telekinesis. I know all of this because Mom told me after she caught me floating a pencil with nothing but thought alone about a month ago. In two weeks, she is planning to send me to a school called Ground Zero. There, they will find my weaknesses and strengths and work with them the best they can. I imagine that you will be going with me. And I cannot tell you how happy that makes me!" she exclaimed as she gave me a bone crushing hug. After she released me, I finally spoke, even though relief was flowing through me. "That's great that I'm going to be going with you in two weeks, but that does not exactly help me now. I was serious; those voices are driving me to the edge. I need help and I need it A.S.A.P. What can we do about that?" Jenni looked thoughtful again before she spoke. "Mom told me how she knew all this stuff when she told me. She said that she knew a powerful telepath and that they were still friends. Maybe you could get her to call her to come over and help you. She said her friend still lived in the city." "That's brilliant!" "You want to talk to Mom now?" "You bet your ass." I couldn't believe this shit. I asked Mom and she seemed very sympathetic. She immediately got on the phone and called up her friend that she met in college, who went by the name Westen. After she hung up, she told me that Westen wanted to speak with me alone and that she and the girls were going out for the night and would be back late. Westen was going to stay with me. I can admit it to myself. I was nervous as hell about meeting a powerful telepath. Is it just me, or is my life getting more and more complicated and weirder by the fucking hour? After Mom had hung up the phone, I didn't waste any time in what I did next. As soon as they were out the door, I picked up the phone and called an associate. Not a friend, an associate. We had known each other since we were eleven. Let's just say that he had Family with a capital "F". That's right; his father was head of the biggest Mafia Family in Detroit. The cool thing about this particular Family was that they were always on the look out for new weapons. They even had manufacturing centers. The other cool thing was my associate's Doc father trusted me as much as he trusted his son. We had done many deals together. He didn't care if I was a sixteen-year-old kid money was money. That was his saying Now, as you are reading this, you are probably wondering just where a sixteen-year-old kid could get enough money to gain the respect of one of the biggest Mafia leaders in Detroit. One word hacking. After meeting Doc at school and learning some things, I decided to target the bank accounts of most of the lower Mafia start-ups. After hitting seven accounts, I had a little over twelve million dollars. Neither Mom nor Jenni knew about any of this. However, that was only half of what gained me their respect. There are two parts that gained me all their respect, but I'm only going to give you one of them right now. The term, I believe, is investment. I basically trusted Mario Torino, Doc's Father, with six million dollars of my money. I wanted him to invest it in the arms trade, prostitution and assassination but to stay away from drugs like the plague, just as he did. We both knew that the drug business was shaky at best, and besides that, we both had too many morals to get into something that could fuck up a child's life. The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. "This is Mario." "You know, you could just say that this is Mario's Pizza and it would be more covert." I answered with a chuckle, getting one in return. I was one of the few people in the city that could insult him like that and live. "I see you're still a wise ass, kid. How have you been?" "Well, to tell the truth, I could be better. I have something that I have to take care of and I don't know if they will end up being friend or foe." All the sudden, all the humor was out of his voice as he spoke. "You want me to send some of the boys your way, Diavoletto?" I have to admit that this was a tough decision for me to make. I didn't know what this woman was capable of, or if she was even a threat. "If you could, just send Joey and Paul. Have them wait on the corner, if they don't get a call from me within thirty minutes of the meeting have them move in." "That is doable." "Also do you know if the prototype for my 9mm is ready?" "I was going to call you later today and tell you that it is ready. I couldn't understand half of what the scientists were saying, but I do know that it is made out of complete Adamantium and you have a little bit of nitro in the shell cases." "Cool. The meeting doesn't take place for another two hours, so could you just have Joey drop it off and ring the doorbell. I'll wait two minutes to make sure he is gone to get the package. I'll also need five hundred rounds of ammo." "It will be done, Diavoletto. Be careful, and if you need more help just send the words." There was that name again. My nickname, Little Devil. That wasn't a term of affection it was an earned name. "Thank you, my friend. I'll speak with you later," I told him as I gently hung up the phone. Was I being paranoid? Hell yes. But then again, it was better to be prepared. This was another thing Jenni and my family had no idea about in my life. However, if everything went smoothly, I was going to introduce Jenni to the secret tonight. I knew that she wouldn't have a problem with it. At least I hoped. I only had one more secret that I was going to spring on her and I was ninety percent sure that she would not bulk at the idea. It was the secret of where I got the nickname Little Devil came from. Besides being partners with Mario in his business ventures, I was also his top assassin. The doorbell rang right on time and I waited two minutes before getting up and opening the door. There was a large duffle bag on the front porch. I picked it up and unloaded it on the coffee table. The gun was very heavy, but it also had a two-mile range thanks to the nitro. I loaded the experimental ammo into the clip and slapped into the gun, chambering it afterwards. I took the duffle bag and hid it under my bed. Afterwards, I sat on the sofa in the living room and wondered what the telepath would be like. For some reason I kept getting a picture of a nerdy looking girl since she was supposed to be powerful mentally. Do not ask me why that thought popped into my head. Maybe it was just to amuse myself. I just hoped that she wasn't a complete bitch. It would be cool if she was cool she could probably teach me a lot of things. Damn those buzzing voices were getting annoying. Then all of the sudden I wasn't alone anymore. There was a knock at the door. Carefully getting up from the couch the voices were making me dizzy I made my way to the door. When I opened up the door I was damn near speechless. I was expecting a nerd, not a goddess. She stood about five foot eight and had long, straight red hair, with perfect green eyes. Her body was also a knock out, since she was wearing a snug fitting business suit that fit her in a perfect way for a teenager to watch. It showed casual elegance and sexiness at the same time. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. She couldn't be more than twenty. It was then that she stuck out her hand. "Hi. My name is Westen MacKay. I believe your mother told you that I would be coming over. Actually, she begged me to come over to help you, but that's not important," she stated with a chuckle. Finally, my manners kicked in. I almost slapped myself for staring at her. "Please come in, I've been expecting you. In addition, might I say, I really hope that you can help me. The voices keep getting louder and louder." Yes, I was begging. Pathetic, huh? As she walked through the door, she looked at me closely. "Yes, I am pretty sure that we will be able to do something for the short term. Hell, maybe even the long term. It depends on how quickly you pick it up." Finally, we made it back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, after she laid her briefcase down on the coffee table. That was when she spoke again. "Have you ever heard of meditation?" "Of course. You mean meditation would have been able to cure this all along?" "No, of course not. However, it is a big part of it. You will have to meditate for about ten minutes and then I want you to do something very specific. I want you to think real hard about a sturdy mental wall that will encircle your entire mind and then kind of anchor it to yourself. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it is very sturdy. I myself use a wall of bricks. Now the important part is leaving three small holes in it so that you can use your gift with control. Are you ready to begin?" For some reason, I didn't think that meditation would be as hard as it was, but it was. I finally got to the point that she wanted with a few seconds to spare. However, I had to get up and make a quick phone call. I really didn't want my house riddled with bullets. That was when I remembered that she told me to build something sturdy around my mind, leaving three miniature holes so that I could control my gifts. My concentration was broken, though, when I heard a sharp intake of breath. I opened my eyes and saw that Westen was staring at me with wide green eyes and a very pale face. That was the moment that I could have slapped myself. She was a telepath; of course, she read my thoughts. Therefore, if she read my thoughts, she new that I have killed a lot of people. "You have nothing to fear from me, telepath. If you don't believe me, look into my head and see my morals and the type of people I have ghosted." She was still a little pale and shaky when she spoke to me. "You give me permission to do a full, in-depth scan on you?" "If you give me your word that the secrets of others in my head will not come to light? Sure, I give you my permission," I replied in an even voice. "You have my word. It will be easier to do the scan if you lie down on the floor and let me lay a hand on your forehead. I can do it without doing this, but this way makes it faster." She said all this in a stronger voice and I was glad. I really didn't want to freak her out. As for me, I couldn't actually believe that I was doing this. I was famous for not trusting anyone and here I was letting this beautiful goddess shift through all of my memories as if they were pages in a book. This was a very new sensation for me, trusting someone besides Jenni. I knew the exact moment that she started shifting through my mind. It was like reliving every one of my memories in fast forward. However, she wasn't looking at all of them. Just the one's that would determine if I was dangerous or not. It took her ten minutes to finish and I knew that she had seen all seventeen people that I had killed for Mario and the nine that I had ghosted just because I felt it needed done. Now was the moment of truth. I have noticed through my life that people are very unpredictable. Some people would turn away in revulsion. Some would get sick enjoyment at seeing some of the things that I have done. Then there was the last response, and it was my favorite response. She had the response written on her face. With a look of weary acceptance, she looked at me with sad eyes. "You are so young, and you have seen much more than people that are double your age. It amazes me that you are still sane. Especially with what you call the Whispers with you all the time." I really didn't know what to say, so I just shrugged. With narrowed eyes, she looked at me shrewdly, as if coming to a decision. "I think that I need to tell you a little about Ground Zero. First I am going to give you the basics, then a more in-depth look." "Ready when you are," I responded with a boyish grin. "Ground Zero is basically a school for Psionics. There are four different types of Psionics in the world. The first is the Telepaths. They are the rarest. Empaths are next and there are a lot more of them in the world then anything else. The last is Telekinetics. They are somewhere in the middle. Then there is the last group. They are the one's that have all three abilities, each with an equal amount of strength. When I was in your head, I noticed that you fall in the fourth category." I didn't know what the hell to say, so I just nodded. "Now, not many people know this, but there is a sphere in a Psionics brain that gives him the power he has. When I looked at yours, I noticed that it was somewhat abnormally large. When a person is as powerful as you are, something happens after their training. Moreover, speaking of training, your training will be just a little different from normal." Now this raised a lot of questions in my mind, but I went back to something that she sort of just glossed over when she spoke before. "What did you mean by something happening after my training?" "Do you know what you sometimes do for Mario?" At my nod she continued. "They would probably have you join a group that is called the Black Dragon Society. Moreover, they would be sending you out to dispatch rogue Psionics. I should also mention that each rogue that you bring in, dead or alive, would be worth 500,000 dollars. However, make no mistake; this would be a very hard job that has been laid in front of you." That gave me pause and a lot to think about before I went. Before my thought process could really get going though, she derailed it again. "Since you interrupted the meditation exercise, you will have to do it again. Then we will have you build a wall made of sturdy material around your mind, anchoring it so you will not have to think about it. Do not worry if this is difficult, sometimes it takes days to build a suitable shield." Therefore, it was back to the basics for me. Again, I found meditation a lot harder than it sounded in the books. When I got to a state of calm, it came time for me to build a shield. Just in time too, because the voices were starting to turn into shouts. I deliberated for a few minutes and finally came up with a material to use for my new mental shield. It was the same metal as my gun. Adamantium. As I was building my shield, it was almost as if I could see inside my head. I knew that this was very important, so I decided to take it nice and slow. I started slowly and visualized the metal slowly, very slowly, melting upwards around my mind I didn't want any imperfections. I was almost distractedly aware that sweat was liberally flowing off my body. I didn't care; I had to get this done. Time escaped me. I didn't know how long I was slowly building that shield up. The shield was completely up now. I couldn't hear any voices. It was then that I remembered to create three small holes in my shield so that I could use my gift. I did so quickly and easily. However, it was then I had a thought. Leaving the holes open would be a weakness in my defense. I still do not know how I did it, but I made them be able to close subconsciously if someone tried to invade. Finally, I let out a shaky breath and opened my eyes. I belatedly realized that my entire body was drenched in sweat. I looked up at the clock on the wall first, and I was shocked. I had spent nine hours on that shield. However, I knew it was damn well worth the effort. It was then that I looked across from me on the floor to see Westen beaming such a bright smile at me, which reminded me of the sun. She handed me a soda, which I opened and downed quickly, then she handed me another. I decided to sip on this one. I was still thirsty as hell, though. "I take it that you are smiling like that for a reason?" I asked, more than a little confused by her behavior. "After you finished your shield, I tried to pierce it. You didn't even feel it did you?" She asked me, opening a soda of her own. "No, should I have?" "Yeah, you should've," she started laughingly. "The point is that you created a perfect shield out of one of the strongest metals on the planet. No other Psionic has ever been able to do that, ever." "So you're saying that I have the strongest shields that Ground Zero has ever seen?" I asked a little impressed. It was then that she gave me that same shrewd, appraising look before she spoke. "With that Shield and your knowledge of fighting and death, you are practically guaranteed a spot in the Black Dragon Society. I learned that Treadston trained you and you are a free agent to them. They judge a person by power and skill. All you need is the mental skill and you will be part of the Inner Circle of the Black Dragon. I know that you do not know the full meaning of that, and to tell the truth, neither do I. What I do know is that if you are part of the Inner Circle, your reach would be world wide, whatever that means." "I can tell you know that with that shield you built and your Martial Arts, you are practically assured a position in the Dragon Society. "However, I can tell you this much, just with the skill you have now, you will have the choice of any partner that you like. Even though I have a good idea of whom you would pick," she told me in an amused voice. I answered that easily. "Jenni. We've always stuck together, thick and thin." "Ok, this is what I am going to do for you two, and you should be grateful, because I have hardly ever done this for anyone. In my briefcase, there are books for beginners, intermediate and advanced forms of Telepathy and Telekinesis that's six books in all. I am going to put off dragging you and Jenni away from your home for two months. That will give you and Jenni extra time to study and practice out of those books. "However, I am going to send a field agent that has graduated both Ground Zero and the Black Dragon Society and is qualified to teach, even if she is a little young. Is all of this agreeable to you, David? Remember, the only reason I am doing this is so that you will be ready for the training to get into the Black Dragon Society. Your tutor should have you up to standards by the time that you are ready for your real training. Hell, your real training might not even be necessary. Do you have any questions?" "Yeah, how old is my trainer and are they a he or a she?" "You trainer's name is Kait Wilson and she is seventeen-years-old. She will show up in two days time. Remember she is mostly here to give advice and do research since she is basically a genius at hacking. Well, if that is all, I think that I will take my leave." Then she reached into her briefcase and pulled out the books she said she was going to leave and left them on the table. With that, she was out the door before I could even say goodbye. Now a person would have figured it would have been easy sailing from this point on. However, there were things that I had to come clean with, with my sister in all but blood. How do you come out and tell someone that you have killed twenty-six people and are an active partner to the largest Mafia Family in the city, not to mention a top-secret organization that specialized in killing? Should have been easy, but I was just having trouble with it. Then there was the whole deal with running my part of the Mafia. I was debating on bringing Jenni in early, and letting her sink or swim. However, I couldn't do that. I would have to walk her through it slowly. After all, I had two months until the schooling at Ground Zero started. I would start her out in the field with assassination first, and then move her through the ranks slowly. She would most certainly get more respect that way. I was sure of that. I was sitting at my computer desk and had just sent an encrypted e-mail to Mario telling him that I would be taking on a protge in the near future. I asked him if there were any unfavorable targets that my protge and I could take for some money. I told him that my protge needed to make some money for a start up. He was the only one that I remotely trusted to ask this. I also asked him to drop off another modified 9mm with the same type of ammo tomorrow. I had just finished sending the e-mail off when my door opened and my sister walked slowly in. "Mom's wiped. She went on to bed. Sooo how's the head? Still schizophrenic?" she asked with a playful smirk. I laughed at her attempt at humor before responding. She could always make me smile. "I'll have you know that I can't hear one damn voice at the moment. In fact, Mom's friend said I had the best shields she has ever come across. She also said that we could study here with a tutor for two months before we have to go anywhere." Jenni let out a whoop of joy at getting the two more months worth of training before they had to go. I thought her smile was going to break her face, but then it sort of just faltered a little. "They wouldn't have done that for any reason. What happened while Mom and I were gone?" "She's a telepath, Jen," I told her softly. "She read my mind and found some things that she thought would be useful to a group within Ground Zero." "What could she have found that...," she trailed off as she looked directly in my eyes. "Those nights that you sneak out. Whatever you were doing, they want you to do the same thing." This was a shock. I didn't think that anyone noticed me sneaking out. "Don't look so shocked. I figured you would tell me when you were ready. The only question now is just what the hell were you doing on those nights out?" I hesitated for a few minutes before answering. "You know who Doc Torino's father is?" "Yeah, but what has that..." She stopped mid sentence and her eyes got wide. "You're working for Mario Torino?!?" She said in a whispered shout. "Calm down. In addition, yeah, I used to be one of his top Assassins. Now we're more business partners than anything else." I said this in an even voice. This was the point I feared. She would either freak and run, or accept it. I should have known she would have accepted it. I watched as her face became calm, methodical, as she was thinking. Then she said something that made me realize that my sister was always a smart cookie. "They want to train you to ghost rogue Psionics. You must be pretty fucking good if they want that of you." She said this in an impressed voice. I just shrugged modestly. "But why do I get to train with you?" "They told me I could pick a partner. I thought that you might like in on it. Do you want to? If you don't want to be part of this, I'll understand." Even to my ears, my voice sounded pained. "Don't be stupid. We're in this through thick and thin." Then we banged our fists together, as was our custom. "What about Doc's Family? Do you want a part of that?" "Hell yes," she stated with a smirk that was damn near evil. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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