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The Webb clan chapter 2

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-I'm currently juggling this and another story, so submission rates on both of them will be slightly slowed.

-ummmm... I'm running out of things to say, so just enjoy the show

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The induction exam was over, now we would celebrate. So many things to do, first Turok would have to begin official assassin training, then he would have to train with me to use his power. We walked through the bazaar, him inspecting a variety of goods, and me trying to stop the less than reputable salesmen from ripping him off.

"What in the world is that" he asked, pointing at a statue we had set in the main plaza. It was an old statue, it the founder of the assassins. He had a scythe in his hands, he was our third king, and another example of scythes being bad luck. He went to attack an enemy, and the blade snapped off and flew away from him, then he died. The statue had angel wings, whether or not our founder did or not, I'm not sure, but he was called the angel of death, so it's possible.

"Hey, you wanna buy a giant scorpion egg" an old man asked from an alley, I was about to tell him we were busy, when he presented a massive egg. It was definitely not a giant scorpion egg, but instead the egg of an octoshrimp. They are essentially a giant shrimp with octopus tentacles instead of those weird leg things.

"That's an octoshrimp egg. It won't hatch unless its in water, and when it does, it kills the first thing it sees." I told him, he seemed to stare at it for a moment, then he dropped it, and it smashed all over the ground.

"I'm out" he muttered and walked back into his alley.

"Who was that?" Turok asked. That was an old blind man that tries to sell things, but never actually has what he thinks he has.

"That's blind bill. That's what he calls himself, and nobody knows his real name." I told him. An octoshrimp egg, hahaha, that guy always has crazy things. I'm one to talk though, I once had a pet bearodactyl. Those things are vicious, but loyal with the right training. I got mine in the hope of flying around on it, but they can't carry much more than their own body weight. And I know this mad scientist that mixed an eagle and a pig. It smashed into a sliding glass door. The owner of the house must have used windex, HA.

"i thought this was an assassin hideout, what is he doing here?" turok asked. thats a fair question, but blind bill has a few surprises. he is actually a very accomplished assassin.

"dont let his appearence fool you. he's one of us, and hes good at it" i told him. we aren't sure how, but Bill somehow manages to know where he's going, its rather amazing.

"watch this" i whispered to Turok. i pulled out a throwing knife and chucked it at bill. He spun around and caught it in front of his face, staring at it with his grey useless eyes. Then he flicked it back and it embedded itself an inch from my face.

"Back in ma day, we respected our elders enough ta nat trow knives at em, but yew yunngins wouldn't know nothin bout dat wuld ya" he said in that strange drawl that laces his voice so heavily. Its actually rather comical. A lot of the new assassin recruits still throw nickels at him and ask him to say things. Honestly i think thats his main source of income, but he doesnt get much payment on his contracts anymore, mostly because people dont trust a blind man to do the job right.

"Back in your day they used to assassinate people by throwing rocks at them" Turok joked. It may sound horrible, but ive never been more proud of my son than i am right now. I feel as though ive seen myself when i was his age, so many years ago. But my life at his age was much less freedom, and much more strict training. We all usually develop our powers at sixteen, and by then we had been training for eight years. But my powers, they developed much earlier than anyone in our history. I gained them at ten, and from there it was tons of backbreaking work, and tons of stares from everyone else. They all used to look at me and say behind my back

"look at the freak, he acts like he's normal. He thinks he's better than us" they didn't think i heard them, but my hearing was far beyond theirs.

"I can hear you you know. And i don't think I'm better than you, i don't think that at all..." I would say to them, but they couldn't see the tears in my eyes. They couldn't feel the sadness in my words. I was always alone, but under the embrace of my hood and cloak, i felt loved. But a hood could only do so much to hide my sorrows, so eventually i took to wearing a mask. It was white with some gold highlights and surrounded my face. Two eye holes that were barely big enough. It was in the form of a wolf, and had a device on the right eye (see cover art image) A device that allowed me to zoom in and out on things, and had thermal sights, x-ray sights, heartbeat sensor, an aiming guide, and my favorite, a HUD (heads up display) that showed the direction of a target, and the distance. It was an amazing thing that i spent my entire inheritance on. My parents were infuriated, but they acted proud.

"We cant believe you could have spent all that money, and yet the fact that you spent it for work purposes..." They would trail off, never finishing the thought. I knew that in truth they hated me for it, but i didn't care about that. I never loved them anyways, and that suited me just fine. I was always a loner back then, not a friend to my name.

"Dad, are you alive in there" Turok asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my rapidly moving train of thought. I always do that when i think, i trail off into other subjects that are barely related to one another. That reminds me of a time when i-

"Dammit" i muttered, slapping myself lightly. I need to pay attention more. While walking to the main hall, me and Turok got to talking about all sorts of things. A little bit about how scythes are bad, a bit about his role as one of the assassins. Mostly about how the contract assignment works. Eventually talk drifted back to our powers.

"So just what is it that we can do?" Turok asked. Its a loaded question to be honest. Our abilities vary slightly, dependent upon who we are as a person. Our trademark skills are based on who we were when we developed them, but most of our powers are standard and widespread. My young life as a sad loner gave me very distinct abilities. I can make it rain and i can make lightning come from those rainclouds. I can become invisible for decent periods of time, and ican move faster than most.

"It changes based on our personality. On the outside you are saddened by your hardships in this world, and you hide that sadness behind a shell of humor and jokes" i said to him, my emerald eyes piercing through to his soul., connections forming between my soul and his, connections that would be broken again when this was over. He gaped a bit, unable to understand how i could see his emotions.

"Deeper underneath that is pride and determination. You are proud of your inheritance and proud of being a Webb. You are determined to use your gifts to honor whats left of our clan, and you are determined to never lose." I continued. His jaw hit the floor, going from stunned to amazed at my perception.

"But at your core Turok... At your core is something else. Rage is your center. You keep your anger walled up inside so others wont despise you, but in combat those walls begin to crack and your true nature shows itself." Then he started to wobble, my soul probe having taken its toll on him

"So your specialty is fire. It rages in your heart and soul, so if you allow that to flourish, you can incinerate everything around you" he reached out a hand and a flame appeared in his palm, it was small but fierce. It looked so innocent, but all it wanted to do was to destroy, and that was a reflection of Turok, as all our powers are.

"Next to fire there is sheilds, after sheilding your sadness from the world, you are adept at protecting yourself from others" i told him. The webb clan has spent long years cataloging all sorts of different feelings and personalities, to discover what they correspond with, and ive read the books.

We continued towards the main hall in relative silence, he payed no mnd to anything i would have said anyways. He was constantly playing with the little flame in his hand, after a while he started juggling three of them. I was about to warn him to be careful when one of them went long and landed on a merchant stalk and it started burning.

"Rain from the sky, fall to earth in numbers and drench the ground in your saltless tears" i chanted and raised my hand to the ceiling of the cave. Clouds appeared above us and rain poured down on the stall, quenching the flames. With that i stopped the rain and the clouds disappeared. Turok looked at me in amazement, but after all this time i don't find it as amazing anymore.

"So thats your power? You can make rain clouds?" He asked me. An obvious question indeed, but not unfounded.

"That and i can create lightning from those clouds, but my specialty is water. My skill with water is a reflection of all the tears i shed as a child" i told him, my voice cracking some in remembrance of those years, but thats a story for another time. So after reimbursing the assassin for his goods we moved on.

Eventually we reached the main hall and were surrounded by a large group of about eighty or so people, but that was only the beginning, the celebration didn't officially start for ten minutes, and most of us show up in that timeframe. Many patted him on the back, some shook his hand, and others offered a congratulations. Turok responded well, but as i had seen with the soul probe, he isn't good in social situations.

"Why do they all act like im some kind of important person?" He asked, mistified. Its customary to celebrate, but its normally a get together with about ten or so people in the baazar, but this was different.

"Two reasons. One is because even today, the webb clan is held in great esteem. The second reason is because you beat Dante. Very few recruits ever defeat him, in fact it hasn't happened since my induction" i said, and i meant it. Its an impressive thing.

"You never had to beat him, all you had to do was wound him. If it were a trial of beating him we would never get any new recruits." He seemed to swell up with pride at that. And then out of the crowd came a man in clothes with burn holes in them. Dante himself. Turok shuddered a bit, wary of how the situation would go down. Dante hobbled forward with a crutch under him, trying to avoid straining his burn.

"Hey kid, nice job. Its been quite some time since ive been beaten by anyone, you should feel proud of yourself" Dante spoke, in a voice that radiated a sense of power. Thats what Dante specializes in, he can make people feel emotions, be they fear or joy. After a second of awkward silence, they started laughing like they had known each other for years. We all got a table and sat down. Then with thirty seconds on the clock until the party begins, half the hideout showed up, as i had predicted.

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-chapter two. Its a long one, but im having so much fun with it. Action and adventures are my specialty. But im not as good with domestic day-to-day kind of stories >->

-borrowed some concepts from some things i enjoy. The "power based on personality" idea was an offshoot from bleach.