The Warriors: The Beginning by The Warriors (good story books to read .txt) 📖

that before!”
“What? I don’t exactly wake up every morning and prepare for a murderer to come kill me.”
“Shut up and move, or I’ll move you for you!”
“Dude! Worst line ever!”
“Stop stalling me!” yelled Lorna and punched Nicki in the face.
Nicki looked back at Lorna. “Bitch!” Nicki leapt at Lorna, hugging her to the floor. Lorna managed to wriggle out of Nicki’s grip and crawl towards the vile of DNA. Nicki stood and jumped on Lorna’s fingers. Lorna screamed and stood up, squaring up to Nicki.
“What do you want it for anyway?” asked Nicki, backing towards the vile.
“So I can have ultimate power!”
“So now you’re out of Star Wars? What planet are you from, weirdo!”
“The Sky Realm, eons above your devolved planet!”
“Hey, don’t mock it!”Nicki suddenly turned and grabbed the vile and ran for the exit. It was only upon a brief inspection of the vile that she realized that it had a huge needle protruding from it.
“Shit!” she muttered.
Nicki fell forwards as Lorna pushed her to the floor. Nicki screamed as something sharp entered her stomach. She lay on the floor for a moment, Lorna standing over her, fuming.
“Dammit! Why did you have to do that?” And with that, Lorna marched over to the door and fled. Nicki lay there, pain filling her and voices echoing in her head.
The next thing she knew, Daniel was turning her onto her back and asking if she was alright, before a horrified look took over as he saw her stomach.
“Fine....hearing voices in me head...and I have cramp in my knee...but I’m fine...”


Part 2: It begins...

Present day...

Verity looked once more at the picture of the girl known as ‘The Beatle’ and ran from her room. It was the dead of night, so no one was around to stop her from leaving. She crept through the stone hallways towards the training room, where her father’s bow was kept in a glass case. Verity took a lock pick from her black, leather clutch bag and picked the lock of the case. She ran a hand over the ebony wood of the bow, gazing at the ancient runes carved into it. And took it out of the case and slipped it over her shoulders. Ever since her parents had died in the village, she’d been desperate to use this bow and to escape the monastery that had been her home all these years. An acceptation had been made to allow a girl into a monastery when her uncle, a monk, had taken her in.
Verity slipped out of the training room and took her black suitcase and made for the front gate. The bars of the gate were ridiculously wide, so she had no trouble getting through. The same could not be said, however, for her suitcase, which was brimming with clothes and trinkets.
“Verity!” the deep bellow rang out around the courtyard and verity knew she had to leave it. She only took her clutch bag and two quivers of arrows.
And then she ran...

By the time Verity reached Britain, it had been almost a week. A week spent of seducing men and getting them to drive her into Europe and to carry her across the English channel, but using her skills in stealth and sexiness, she made it to London. She paid in stolen money for a room in a Travelodge and sank onto the bed, tired, hungry and in a very bad mood. She took the picture of The Beatle from her clutch bag and placed it onto the bedside table. She went to sleep, thinking of the day she would put an arrow between her eyes.
When she woke in the morning, the most horrid smell greeted her. After a shower and washing her clothes the best she could with the resources she had, Verity left the room, stealing from the till at the reception on the way without being seen. Years spent training in China had taught her how.
She’d also taught herself how to speak English and studied maps of London and it was like she knew her way around. Now all she had to do was track down The Beatle and whatever it was after.
The Beatle, she knew, was a specially trained assassin working for an unknown source. There were legends and rumours of The Beatle; some claimed it could turn invisible, some claimed it was a cannibal who ate it’s victims, others claimed it could turn into a beetle and listen to people’s conversations. Verity knew, however, what it could really do.
She made her way into an abandoned warehouse in the London suburbs and pulled from her clutch bag a Net book. She turned it on and activated the tracking device. The gadget immediately sprouted a mini satellite dish from the back and Verity typed, furiously, pictures and reports of The Beatle flashing up on the screen.
The gadget was that of the Chinese technology. She didn’t understand it all, but she understood enough to be able to do things that a normal laptop wouldn’t.
A high-pitched beep came from the monitor and she slapped the top down, packed it up and stormed from the warehouse.
She’d found it!

The Beatle stood on the balcony of a flat, looking in through the window. Verity stood on the roof of the building opposite watching, her bow in her hand, waiting. It was dark, to The Beatle looked like a tall, slender shadow peering through into someone’s privacy. She’d thought the Beatle would be smaller.
The wind blew past verity and she blinked, cursing herself for doing so. The next thing she knew, The Beatle was reaching for something in it’s pocket and attaching it to the window. Verity acted quickly, sliding an ebony arrow into her bow and aiming at The Beatle’s heart. As she let go of the arrow, yellow flames erupted from the small device, blowing the doors apart and some of the walls. There were screams from bellow, but the Beatle ignored them; it was too busy staring in surprise at the arrow wedged in it’s leg. Verity slid another arrow into the bow and aimed again, this time at the Beatle’s head. As soon as she’d let the arrow fly, The Beatle was inside the flat. Verity pulled a specially designed arrow from her quiver and aimed for the wall above the explosion. The arrow latched itself to the wall, pulling behind it a strong wire. Verity dropped her bow and tied the wire around an air duck behind her and, slipping her bow onto her back, took hold of the wire, gripping it with her hands and hugging it with her legs, made her way across.
The Beatle was standing over two people inside the flat, one of which was strangely familiar. Verity concentrated on The Beatle who turned and aimed a gun at Verity. Verity let go of the wire with her hands and, just holding on with her thighs, she took her bow and aimed an arrow, sent it flying at The Beatle’s stomach. If she could just get it on the floor, then she could take the final shot! The Beatle let out a growl of annoyance and took the arrow to the ribs. Verity took another shot, the wire now swinging dangerously with her shooting upside down! The shot missed as the Beatle dodged and narrowly missed the citizens. The Beatle had had enough. It jumped onto the balcony and ran up the wall as if it was floor! It’s body perfectly horizontal to the wall of the flats, verity took on last shot before the Beatle disappeared over the roof.
Sliding the arrow back into her quiver, Verity carried on across to the flat.
One of the citizens looked at her, utterly bemused. She was a young woman, about the same age as Verity. They way she was looking at her, it was as if she was ready her mind! As if!
“I know these arrows!” she gasped. Verity ignored her and collected the arrow which held the wire.
“Are you alright?” she asked the two. The one still sat on the floor leaning against the sofa looked around. There was something strange about her look, as if she’d seen many things yet all this was completely knew to her. Verity wondered of all of the British were this strange.
“I know you! I know who you are! You’re...but they died!” Now the citizen had Verity’s attention.
“Who are you?” Verity asked cautiously.
“Georgia Twitch.” She replied, holding out her hand. Verity was now familiar with this gesture, so she ignored it. She did, however, recognise the name Twitch.
“Twitch.” She repeated.
“Yes, erm, Benjamin Ward is my uncle.”
Now that made Verity stop. Benjamin Ward was her father, supposedly murdered by one of The Beatle’s minions nineteen years ago.
“Is he now?” Verity mumbled. That would mean this woman was her cousin...
Her cousin?
“Are you Verity Ward?” asked Georgia Twitch.
“Yes” replied Verity.


“So, what is all this again?”
“This, Nicki, is the start of my new experiment!” announced Daniel, proudly. “It’s a nature sanctuary, where all the rare species of animals live. Specifically, all the ones that I’ve discovered.”
“You mean the ones genetically modified?”
“Yes, well, it’s all part of the bigger picture.” said Daniel, ignoring the sarcastic comment. He turned from the huge, glass doors and started to walk back to the house. Nicki still stood, bemused by the huge, glass cube nestled in the surrounding trees that hadn’t been there yesterday.
“How did you build it so quickly?” she asked.
“With a little help from nature.” winked Daniel, stopping and turning to admire his handy work.
“So you exploited the trees to build an over sized green house. Tell me, do I belong in there?” asked Nicki, slightly annoyed.
“Erm...I didn’t mean to offend you! Of course you don’t, I mean, you’re slightly too big.” Daniel threw up his hands in apology and in a yelp, he mumbled, “Please don’t burn down the house!”
“Don’t worry, I did that last week.”
“Ah good.” Daniel made for the house and Nicki followed. Dr. Oakenbaum could be a geeky prick sometimes, but Nicki put up with him and his ‘experiments’. Speaking of which, almost always went wrong and she could see this one going wrong a mile away. And if it didn’t go wrong, she’d be sure to stand next to it when she sneezed.
“So, when are you going to get a proper job?” asked Daniel, holding the door open for Nicki.
“Erm...never.” replied Nicki, going to the only sofa and sprawling across it. Daniel went to his giant bookcase where he housed all his precious research (including his research on dragons). “I mean, I don’t really fit in, do I? And what if I sneezed or yawned and accidentally bunt down the building or killed someone?”
“Well, places these days must have some kind of insurance for that kind of thing...” mused Daniel. He straightened his lab coat and ran a hand through his short hair.
“I’m sure they don’t. Anyway, I’m bringing money in, aren’t I? I’m pulling my weight!” argued Nicki, gesturing behind her to an open laptop set on the coffee table.
“Putting paintings on EBay and waiting for a bid isn’t exactly a job.”
“Yeah, but I got a grand last week didn’t I? I mean, the guy who bought it was a weirdo, but it’s still a grand!”
“He said he was going to use it to scare his grand kids.”
Nicki stuck he tongue out, childishly at Daniel, who sat at his desk and began to work. Nicki took