When My Heart Became Ice - Chapter 3

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My body is powerful with the grace of nothing ever seen. . .

Kyth sat in her office, bored out of her mind. A red lollipop sat in her lazy mouth, held between her soft lips. She spun around in her chair. She hated paperwork. She should really get Syn to do it.

After seeing the two’s teamwork together, the Order had decided to let Syn rejoin—after he had been kicked out for the
third time because of numerous attacks on humans—and become Kyth’s partner. She didn’t mind Syn as much; he was weird and crazy, but he was an amazing fighter and he did amuse her with his wishful thinking that he could kill her.

Her sharp teeth clacked as she bit at the hard red lollipop. She rolled her eyes then and turned in her chair, facing the wall. On her wall were pictures of her brother and her, their parents…

She turned away from the wall and stared listlessly at the dark wooden door.

Sighing, she muttered, “Where is he?”

With a swift grace, she was standing, gripping the chair as she swung it around to smack against Syn’s thin body. He went flying, hitting the wall with a heavy THUMP!

He groaned.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on me,” Kyth grumbled at him.

“Why did you have to hit me with the chair though?” Syn groaned as he stood. “I think you broke a couple ribs…”

“Good, you needed it,” Kyth dropped the chair with a loud plastic clatter. “Just heal and hurry up, I need you to do this paperwork for me.”

“I don’t want to do your paperwork,” Syn whined, but Kyth grabbed the chair and lifted it above her head and he winced away. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it…”

Kyth smiled grimly and held out the thick cream colored folder out to him. Gingerly, Syn took it in his hands and scampered to the corner of the room, sitting in the corner, on his feet, as he scrawled down his assignment’s details.

He mumbled, “Can’t even play with my blade on the new recruits…”

“Kill one and I’ll snap your arm off,” Kyth sighed, sitting down heavily. She turned in her chair once more, putting the red ollipop back into her mouth. She sucked at it thoughtfully, glancing over at Syn. He sat like a child, his bare feet folded under his butt, hunched over as he scribbled with messy handwriting.

He muttered to himself as he wrote.

Kyth rolled her eyes and spun once more.

“Kyth,” Syn sighed. “They’re asking for your statement.”

“We beat the Cauldwyn up and took it home,” Kyth sighed. “Nothing more to say than that.”

“Okay,” Syn leaned back over the papers.

“Just do it right,” Kyth muttered.

“I’m focusing.”

“Well good, you should do it right then.”

“Shut up! Whatever you say will be misquoted and used against you!” Syn’s eye twitched.

Kyth stared at him. “You’re so weird,” She turned away from him.

Syn slapped the folder onto her desk.

“Here,” He muttered, and began to slink out of the room.

“Stay,” Kyth snapped.

Syn stopped and turned on one heel, watching her with a pouting face.

“Get me some hot chocolate,” Kyth ordered.

“Yes master,” Syn rasped again, and hobbled off, hunching over.

Kyth rolled her eyes. “Smart ass,” She muttered.

Syn came in with her hot chocolate, grumbling unhappily. He then brought back his arm, swift as possible, and chucked the glass cup at Kyth.

She caught it, all the steaming chocolate falling back into the cup.

“You test me,” Kyth looked up at him. “That’s why I let you be my partner.”

“That and I’m dead sexy,” Syn posed.

Kyth rolled her eyes again. “Something is seriously wrong with you.”

“They told me I used to have seizures when I was a child.”

Kyth stared up at him. He had his mouth open in a wide smile. She blinked a couple times before raising the steaming cocoa to her lips and slurping at it.

Syn watched intently.

She eyed him. “That the heck are you doing?” She asked.

“Watching you drink,” He muttered. “I’m studying Reacher phenomena.”

“This isn’t a phenomena, I’m drinking!”

Syn’s eyes closed slowly and he sat there.

“Did you fall asleep?” His partner asked. She tossed a feather of silvery hair over her thin shoulder.

“No,” Syn suddenly seemed very interested in her hair, and he was suddenly behind her, taking a clump into his hands and shoving his face into the shining strands. “So silky and pretty smelling…”

“Yes, I actually wash my hair sometimes,” She grumbled. “I’m surprised yours hasn’t turned brown yet.”

Syn put his hands on his fluffy white hair protectively. “I wash it twice a day,” He pouted. “Unless I get blood in it. Then I leave it alone for a day or two…”

“That’s wrong,” Kyth observed, turning away from him. “Do you want a lollipop?”

“Yes, please,” Syn reached out for one.

Kyth’s hand snapped around his wrist and she twisted his arm until he was forced to turn around. He let out a whimper.

“You’re so mean to me,” He sniffled.

“You’re not even in pain,” Kyth glared at him. “I’ll show you pain if you want it.”

“No, thank you,” Syn’s eyes rolled to look at her, wildly. “I prefer causing pain, not receiving it.” He grinned.

She poured the hot cocoa over his head.

Syn let out a wail and thrashed, escaping her grip. He ran around the room, rubbing his face against the walls to get the steaming liquid off of him.

“That hurt!” He cried.

“That’s the point,” Kyth jumped up onto her rolling chair, standing in it with legs straight, not a question in the balance as the chair turned steadily. “You’re weak.”

“Am not,” Syn pouted.

Kyth leapt at him, and he ducked beneath her. Her heel came by so fast that a small bit of his hair, the very tips, were cut right off.

Syn glared at her, snarling.

“I want to cut you up!” He shrieked, pulling out his dagger.

Kyth grinned.

Syn charged at her, his knife coming down on her leg. She moved her leg upwards, avoiding Syn’s blade and managing to smash her shin against his head. He lay on the ground, moaning unhappily.

“Get stronger,” Kyth snarled. “You won’t be any partner of mine if you can’t even give me a good fight.”

Syn glared after her.

“I’ll cut you up,” He whispered, then turned away, holding his head.

Kyth walked out of her office, bored once more. Syn had given her a moment of entertainment, but now her interest in him had been exhausted. She strode into the assignment room.

Other Reachers bustled about, grabbing for the best of the assignments that were on the top. Kyth immediately leapt up, above her peers, and landed gracefully on top of the inch-thick corkboard that was held up by four wooden sticks. Light as a feather, she scanned the top of the assignments until she found one that interested her, and she plucked it from the board.

Eyes glanced her way as she relaxed on top of the board, legs crossed gracefully, one hand leaning on the board to hold her torso up.

“Find and destroy Black Binta,” Kyth lifted her head slowly, her slim neck moving softly with each breath. “Black Binta… My brother had to catch him once. He never found him, though.”

Her green and purple eye flashed dangerously, her head snapping to look at the paper that held the assignment.

“The final promise I made to my brother.”

She leapt down and moved out, silent.

Everyone stared after her.

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But my heart will never heal.