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Hand To Hand Combat

-Tristan's Mom-

I waited for Tristan to get back home from her run to the bank. I sat on the couch, knitting a blanket when the doorbell rang.

"Hello, Mrs. Summers. I'm Rob. I'm here to take Tristan out." A boy said, once I'd opened the door. He didn't seem like Tristan's type. He looked like a stockbroker type and she... well, she had pink hair.

"Does she know you're coming? She's out right now."

"No, I don't think so. I thought I could surprise her." That's code for: she won't go out with me, so I decided to stop by so she had no other choice.

"Well, she isn't home. You can come in and wait if you want." I smiled, hoping he'd decline.

"Oh, that'd be lovely." He smiled, stepping in. What self-respecting boy uses the word lovely?

"Okay." We sat in awkward silence for a short while before Joseph came bursting through the door.

"We need to go, Nora. Tristan's in trouble." He said, his face red and hand's trembling. I stood up fast, my heart beating hard. The young man stood up, too.

"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping he was mistaken and this was some kind of sick joke.

"She pressed the emergency button. I let the Team take it and came home to get you and Samirah." I looked to Rob and gave him an apologetic smile. He'd have to wait to harass my daughter until after I get her back.

"Sammi! Get down here!" I screamed. Immediately, she came running down the stairs with one headphone in and half her makeup done. Her bright red hair reminds me of the day she and Tristan both went and got it done.

"Yeah, Mom?" She asked, trying to fix her haphazard appearance.

"Tristan's in trouble. We need to go help her."

"Then why are we still here?" She ran past me and Joe and I could only follow behind, hoping our little girl was okay.

I remember rushing into that bank and having them look around for my daughter. They had found one dead body and for a moment, I thought that could have been Tristan until they confirmed that the body was a male. I tried to let her grow up and be seventeen and where did that get me? A missing daughter.

We had to wait 24 hours until we declared her missing, which is dumb because she's a minor. I went into the police station this morning with Sammi to report it. Joe hadn't stopped looking for evidence of where she could have disappeared to. The bank footage was missing, so there were no camera shots and we couldn't find any witnesses.

I wiped my eyes clear of tears as I took out all of Tristan's information and a picture so people could know to watch out for her.

"Mom?" Sammi asked, peeking at me over the doorframe to the kitchen. For once, her face was free of makeup and she was wearing fuzzy pajama pants and a hoodie. Her bright hair was in a sloppy ponytail and her eyes were red-rimmed.

"Yes, Sammi?" I tried to keep the tremor out of my voice, to hide the simple fact that I had no clue what to do in this situation.

"I want Tristan to come home." She came over to me and hugged me. She broke down into tears and I cried with her. It was hard to tell that Samirah was only 15. She was always hanging out with Tristan and doing everything with her... like when they died their hair. From what I understand, they went and got small matching tattoos, also. On their wrists, Tristan had the yin and Sammi had the yang.

"I-I j-just... I need my big sister! I don't think I can do this without her." Her voice broke as she cried in my arms. I knew she was referring to the big dance audition she had for one of One Direction's music videos.

"Sammi, she wouldn't want you to back down. Do the audition." She sniffled and I knew she was contemplating giving up, seriously.

"I'll think about it. I make no promises, though." She wiped away her tears and kissed my cheek and began to leave.

"What's happening to my girls?" I muttered. I thought Sammi would just go back in her room and blast her music but instead, she stopped in the hall and slid down, her back still to the wall. She put her head in her hands and cried. I thought about getting up and going to comfort her but I wasn't the person she needed at the moment.

Tristan... please find your way back home.
-Tristan's P.O.V-

Meat-head, a.k.a, Mack showed me to my room. Which was nothing special, let me tell you. It had a single twin bed, a dresser, a bathroom, and white walls. There was a desk with a laptop but somehow, I think they monitor those in a place like this.

"Change and head down to the Training Room. Today, you're learning the basics of being an agent." I still didn't fully understand what that meant. Being an agent.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, meat-head." I smiled, crudely, irritating him because I knew I could.

"Just be down in five, brat." He left my room, grumbling to himself as he walked down the empty hall. I looked at the pile of folded Under-Armor clothes and the gun on top. Sweet!

I quickly changed, managing to stick my curly hair in a messy ponytail. I zipped my hoodie and grabbed the gun. Let's do this.

I headed down the hall, back to the training arena. I couldn't wait to get in there. I spun the pistol around my finger, thankful that I'd went on a retreat last year with my dad and he worked with me on perfecting my aim.

My dad...

I couldn't help but stop in the hallway and wonder what had happened when the cops stormed that bank. I wonder what they did when they found out that I wasn't there anymore.


I couldn't bear to think about what Sam might be dealing with. I was supposed to be there through her audition... we did basically everything together... and now, I'm not there for her anymore. I wonder if they'd just... let me say good bye.

"Tristan, we're over here!" I had, unconsciously, started walking again and this time, Skylar was in the training room. She was still dressed in her earlier outfit and I had no idea how she planned to fight in that.

She definitely showed me about two minutes later. .

"Here is where you learn to fight. And in this life, you fight or you die."

"Got it." I braced myself and took on a steady stance, ready to throw a few jabs or combos. She caught every punch I threw her way

"Your reflexes are too slow." She said. "See, you want to pull back, build up your power and then... punch!" She pulled her arm slowly back and then, her fist came at me fast. I didn't even have time to move but it didn't matter because her fist flew past my face, making my hair blow around me.

"Skylar! We have an assignment!" Someone called, about twenty minutes into our session. I was thankful, because my muscles were screaming.

"Come with me." She grabbed my hand, not giving me a choice. I followed behind her, trying not to trip over my trainers. "What's the assignment?"

"You won't believe this one." Barry said, adjusting his glasses.

"What is it?"

"Umm... it's One Direction."

"Are you serious?" She asked, her mouth dropped open. So did mine. What were they planning to do to my future husbands?

"Oh yeah. Some lady called in and wants them eliminated."

"But they're so... pretty! Who'd want to harm those cute faces?"

"Don't know. She didn't give a name. But you need to put together a team."

"Wow... okay. I'll assign Tristan and Tyrah." Me?!?

"Me?" I didn't want to hurt them!

"Yes. Calm down, it'll be fine." I didn't respond. I mean, how could I? There was no way I'd do anything to hurt One Direction. I'd rather be "exterminated" as Skylar put it earlier.

"Can I go to my room? I need a minute."

"Go ahead. I'll be by later." I literally ran down the hall to get to the room. I felt something slip down my shirt. My phone!

Why didn't I think of that before!

Cause I'm an idiot, that's why!

Samirah! I can call her!

I hid my phone and ran into the room, locking the door. I pulled my phone out again and dialed Samirah's number.

"Hello?" She said and I felt tears spring to my eyes.

"Sammi?" I asked. The line went silent. "Sammi, are you there?"

"Tristan... is it really you?" I heard her voice break and I knew she was crying.


A/N: I tried to make it longer soooo how did I do?

The next chapter is where the boys come in.

What do you think of Samirah?

How do you like their relationship?

What do you think they will do about the boys needing to be "eliminated"?


Thanks :)

Ooh! I'm so excited to read more! :D

I hope the third chapter is longer :)

I can't wait to read more; but I'd absolutely love if the chapters were a tiny bit longer so that we could get to know the characters a little more. That's just personally me though; if you're comfortable with your writing just stick to it. I'm sure with the more I read the easier it will get for me xox