Clan Fighters by Kaitlyn Garlets (dark academia books to read .txt) 📖

looked around, knowing that she shouldn't say anything to him.
"Fine," Reece said, knowing that Macbeth will be mad at her for even talking to a male that she didn't even know or even see for that matter. "my name is Reece. Now tell me what yours is."
"My name is Griffen. What are you doing in my house?"
"Why don't you come out and actually give me your real name like I did?" Reece asked.
"Griffen is my real name. And if you wish to see me, then you have to swear that you will not tell anyone that I live here, alright?" he asked.
"Fine, I swear on my brother who just died last night and the Skincrawler that I just killed," Reece said, not thinking about what she had just said. "Oops. I didn't say that. I mean, I swear on my dead brother. Yeah, that could work."
"You said Skincrawler. You killed one? How? I have tried so many times to kill one of those creatures, and it is very hard to kill one. How did you do it?" Griffen said.
"Show yourself!" Reece said.
"Alright," Griffen said, dropping from the ceiling. Reece didn't even think to look up, she was too busy looking around her.
Griffen was a tall large muscled man about Reece's age who had long shiny black hair.
"So, your Griffen. Nice to meet you."
"Well, it would be nicer if you didn't have that shovel in my face," he replied with a smile.
"I am not moving this from your face until I know your not going to kill me, Griffen, " Reece said.
Griffen laughed loudly. "You think that a shovel will hurt me?"
"Yes!" Reece replied.
"Well, it won't. I need to ask you how you know about Skincrawlers and how you managed to kill one," he said, seriously.
"How do you know about them?" Reece asked, avoiding his question.
"I am a Firewiller. I think I would know. Who are you? What is your clan?" he asked, circling her. "You smell of all of them."
"I smell of all of what?"
"All the clans except Skincrawlers."
"Huh, well if you want to know, I want to know that your not going to try and kill me."
"I don't like killing anyone unless I know that I am in danger or if I have a grudge against them, and I can promise you, I do not have a grudge against you because I just met you. And the only other thing I kill is my meals and Skincrawlers."
Reece could see that he was telling the truth.
"Okay. I'm not sure what I am. This old lady named Macbeth told me that when I was born everyone with powers gave them to me and my brother and now I have to save the world or something like that."
"Your the girl from the prophecy? Where is your brother then?"
"He died last night. Skincrawlers killed him. I came home and found him just barely alive and he gave me this," Reece said, picking up the box.
"Hmm. So now your the only one that can help the world?" he asked, catching on to everything that she was telling him.
"I think. But I don't even know how to use my powers or anything. And I was sleeping in a hotel when a Skincrawler came to my door and almost killed me."
"Do you know what they can do to you if they touch you?"
"Yes. And he did touch me. He had my ankle when I was trying to get out the window and he didn't do what I thought he was going to do. He acted so stupid and he acted like he didn't even know what to do."
"Yes, they have become so intoxicated by themselves thinking they were higher than anyone else, that they have become so...not what they used to be."
"Really? Because Macbeth told me that they were more dangerous than anything on this planet. They worship the devil," Reece hissed, bringing the shovel down so it wasn't in Griffen's face anymore.
"No, they do not anymore. They think that the devil betrayed them. They only worship themselves. Now, who is this Macbeth lady you keep talking about?"
"I really don't know. She just appeared in my house while the cops were there and drove me to a hotel and told me to stay there unless someone was trying to get in. That's why I'm here. But she never said anything about a Firewiller in here."
"I have been here a while, but not long. I have seen this Macbeth person. Does she have gray hair and a mole on her cheek?" Griffen asked, leaning against a crate.
"Yes. Do you know her?"
"No, but I saw her here when I first moved here."
"So, why are you here?" Reece asked.
"I am here because I am wanted by the Skincrawlers."
"Why?"
"I was the only living resister when the other Firewillers and Skincrawlers joined together. I was the only survivor among the other half of the Firewillers that didn't want to join them. I was just a baby when my mother hid me, but I remember everything."
"I never thought of it that way. I'm sorry."
"I know. I can see it in your eyes."
"I didn't know that you were in hiding. I guess we both kind of are in hiding."
"Yes, well, I did not expect someone else to be here. You will not tell anyone or I will kill you even if you are the girl in the prophecy!" Griffen warned.
"Look, I don't care about you being here. And plus, I am not the kind of person to go around telling people that a Firewiller is in a dirty old shack." Griffen smiled, looking at his feet. "Now can you tell me what you mean by 'clans'?"
"The clans are what you are. Like Skincrawlers are a clan, or Firewillers, Skywalkers. Those kinds of things. You get it? I was trying to figure out what you are."
"Oh, I get it. There is just so much that I don't know about. I just lost my brother last night and two years ago my parents were killed in a plane crash. And I just found out that they weren't even my real parents. I've been through a lot since last night."
"So you had no idea what you are? Not even a clue?" Griffen asked, shocked, unfolding his arms.
Reece shook her head. "I had no idea. My brother didn't tell me anything until he was stabbed or something like that. And I don't even know what the box has to do with anything. I can't open it. Macbeth said that the key wouldn't open it. Only I could."
"What key?" Griffen asked, taking the box out of Reece's hand when she held it out for him to look at.
"This one. I don't know what to do with it. I tried to put it into the key hole here, but it wouldn't fit. Maybe you can help me?"
"Well, I can tell you that this does take something to open, but I don't think that it is a key though that will open it."
"What then?" Reece asked.
"I'm not sure. I said I was a Firewiller, not a psychic. It looks like it needs something in the shape of a heart or something like that," Griffen said.
"Wait!" Reece said, remembering that her mother had given her a necklace on her tenth birthday in the shape of a heart. "I think that I know what it is that can open it!" Reece pulled the heart shaped necklace out from underneath her shirt and took it off, showing it to Griffen. "My fake mother gave it to me on my tenth birthday and told me that it would be a great importance to me in the long run. Maybe she meant that I would need it for this!" Reece said, jumping up and down.
"Well, try it out," Griffen said, watching Reece, who was still jumping.
Reece walked over to Griffen and took the box from him, noticing that he had beautiful golden eyes. "Thanks, Griffen."
"For what?" He asked, also noticing her eyes, which were a bright blue color.
"Not killing me."
"Why would I do that? I told you-"
"I know, I know. You only kill someone if they are a Skincrawler or you have a grudge against them. I just wanted to say thanks, even though we just met."
"Okay, then. Your welcome."
Reece laughed and put the heart shape necklace to the spot on the front side of the red and gold box.
It snapped open, revealing nothing inside the box.
"What? But my brother said that inside the box was things that would help me get through this. He lied," Reece said.
"Why would he tell you that when there wasn't anything in it?" Griffen asked.
"I don't know."
"Wait, did you hear that?" Griffen asked, tensing up.
"What?" Reece asked, whispering, looking around.
"I heard something like someone was outside."
"You heard that?" Reece asked.
"I trained myself to hear past things so that I could learn to adapt to other things around me."
"Wow, that's cool."
"Shh...I think its a female."
"How do you know?"
"I know because I just saw a bush of long hair. I can tell the difference between female hair and male hair. Males don't really use conditioner on their hair. But females do."
"Okay, little creepy, but okay."
"I think that it might be your Macbeth lady. I'm going to hide, so don't give me away, okay? Don't tell her that I am here."
Reece nodded and sat the box down, closing the lid, watching Griffen jump up onto the crates and swing himself onto a beam holding the ceiling up.
"Reece? Are you in there?" Reece heard Macbeth whisper from behind her.
"Yes, I am. In here!" Reece said, going to the door.
Macbeth appeared into view and gasped at the sight of her.
"Do I look that bad?" Reece asked, hugging her back.
"No, your fine. You just need a few stitches on your forehead. And your arm and everywhere else," Macbeth said with a smile, letting Reece know that she was kidding. "But seriously, you do need a few stitches on your forehead."
"Okay, I don't think that I will be getting them for a while though," Reece said, sarcastically.
"Your probably right, though," Macbeth said with a sigh. "So, your box was empty, huh?"
"What? I never told you that. What makes you so sure that the box was empty?" Reece asked, getting suspicious.
"What? Oh, umm. I saw the lid up and there was nothing in it."
"No, because I had shut the lid before you even came in here!" Reece said, catching her lying again. "You couldn't possibly know that it was empty unless...you took the stuff out!" Reece pointed her finger at Macbeth.
"Okay, you got me. I did open it when you were sleeping. I just wanted to see what was in there. That's all I did."
"Prove it," Reece said, kicking herself for even trusting Macbeth. Reece didn't even know her! "I want you to prove to me that your not lying! I trusted you, and now I don't think its there anymore! You had to have taken something out of there because my brother said that everything that is in that box will help me! He would have told me if there wasn't anything in it! And he wouldn't have lied to me when he was dying!" Reece moved to the box, grabbing it so that Macbeth couldn't get to it.
Macbeth moved closer to Reece, who backed up away from her. Macbeth didn't look like the nice old lady who would set you straight