Brace yourself Storm! They're going to ge--"
Storm blacked out and woke up in just that: blackness. Opening his eyes, Storm found himself to be a young man. He was 13 years old and was in the middle of a forest about two miles from The Church. Getting to his feet, he realized what was happening. Whoever was in control had brought him back to his rite of passage. He had to make his way back to The Church using only the resources, and he had to make it back first. Leaves moved behind him and he jumped up a tree. From behind the bushes came Thunder, another member of The Family. Thunder was already armed with a spear, a poorly fashioned one, but a spear nonetheless.
Thunder launched the spear at Storm and he simply let go of the tree and fell to his feet. The spear fell next to him and he grabbed it, launching the stick and stone at Thunder, following behind it at full sprint. While Thunder moved to evade the spear, Storm tackled him and brought him to the round. Hard.
"C'mon now Storm! We both know you won't do it! Lemme go back to The Church, tell them I killed ya, and you can walk off free."
Thunder had covered himself in mud from last night's rain, making him hard to see and hard to keep a grasp on, but Storm was more brain than brawns, and more agile than strong.
"Thunder, I may not be like the rest of you, but I still have dignity."
Storm squeezed his knees against Thunder's ribs, forcing breath out of his lungs. Of all the lessons Storm paid attention to, preassure points were his favorite things to learn, though he excelled at all. With two fingers, Storm jabbed at Thunder's temple at the most perfect angle, causing him to pass out.
Getting to his feet Storm felt a wooshing sound as he was tossed into the initiation hall. Sitting in his black robe and hood, Storm wore the ropes and awards of his achievements academically and physically. He looked up and could feel the evil radiating from The Family. He was now 18 years old.
"Storm, you have passed all of your courses with at least 105%, and mastered your tests with higher scores than some of the legends that we have initiated into The Hall, but you still need to graduate. Your assignment: a man by the name of Arthur. Have him eliminated in the most descreet way, and leave no trace of murder. We would hate for his wife to find his dead body afterall."
Storm was tossed into another room yet again and awoke to see Arthur's face sleeping peacefully. Behind him was his Mentor, there to make sure Storm did as told.
More wooshing and Storm was running from Arthur's house. He was unable to do the deed, and woke Arthur to warn him about what was getting ready to take place. He tried to fight them off, but the Mentor was a veteran of The Art, and knew how to handles this situation. Now Storm was running from his entire life. The Church. The Family. And, worst of all, His family.
Storm awoke on the forest floor, Theos loking at him from above. There were tears rolling down his face, and his heart, lungs, and legs hurt as if he was actually running. His throat was sore from, what made sense anyways, screaming wow he had flashbacks. It wasn't the brawl with Thunder that bothered him, or the scene in The Initiation Hall, but the running away from his first mission. He had abandonded his entire life, and know The Family was on the lookout for him. Storm sat up, though his abs hurt, and was back to normal. He stood to his feet and looked around.
"Now what?" Trying to ignore the scene that had more than likely caused Theos to become concerned and feel a little bit awkward.
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