Light And Death.

Chapter Two: Mission

Jordan was someone I doubt anyone would want to mess with. He was built like an impulsive boxer, and like that wasn’t enough, he was very tall, like a basketball player.

Perhaps that’s why he aced basketball games and sucked in football games. He also had a good sense of humor. He once threw a robber off a rooftop, and when he was queried, he said the robber died of natural causes.

When asked what he meant by "natural causes," considering he clearly threw the robber off the roof, his reply was, “Gravity is natural.” Can you imagine saying that in a courtroom? He was lucky we were licensed to kill, though. If not, I doubt he’d get away with saying that in a courtroom.

The sad truth, which most people still have trouble coming to terms with, is that the DeathSquad was just a group of people who left the League of Light and decided to become crazy villains. I wasn’t surprised in any way, though. Love is rare, life is strange, nothing lasts, and people change.

Jordan opened the door to his loft and ushered us in. His loft was so clean, a direct opposite of my filthy home. His loft was just bliss—air-conditioned, colored white, gold, and with a touch of black. I hadn’t spent so much of my money on taking care of my home. You see, members of the League of Light are heavily paid. We’re paid one million Alexandros (named after the God of existence) every week.

Alexandro is the most valuable currency in the world. It was created after Lord Jamal, the Master of Death, or so he was called. Anyway, as I was saying, we were heavily paid—at least a million every week. I was paid five, and Jordan was paid two, but he obviously spent his wisely. I wasted my money on unnecessary luxuries, to Elizabeth’s disgust and to Jordan’s curiosity about what a wasteful person would be.

I was wasteful because I could die at any time, on any mission. Besides, I had no one I could give all my properties to except charity. So, you can’t really blame me for living my life to the fullest and living like I could die the next day—because I really could.

Jordan jolted me from my soliloquy and asked me a question which I thought was a riddle at first, but Jordan was always an asshole. He asked me, “I have six legs, eight arms, and two heads, what am I?” I thought deeply and half-heartedly told him he was a spider. He said no.

I thought again—an octopus, perhaps? He still said no. Then, out of frustration, I asked him, “What is it then? Because I obviously don’t know.” He then said to me, “Obviously, I’m a liar.” I looked at him in anger.

He was right—the answer “a liar” was correct, but what was the point of making me think so much? I wanted to break his skull for tricking me, but instead, I knocked him on the head. He felt the full force of my super strength.

He cried out in pain, and then, in the blink of an eye, Elizabeth slapped me straight to the ground—mildly hurting me and deeply hurting herself. She started ranting about how Jordan and I always acted like babies and how she should have been put in Zack’s squad.

I looked at her in disappointment. Zack had visibly made it clear he didn’t want her on his team. You see, Zack was this extremely powerful half-blood. He was the leader of Team Beta and was deeply respected since he was the oldest half-blood at the moment.

He currently had the most completed missions and was the most awarded half-blood in the League of Light. Elizabeth had done everything she could to get him to like her, but he obviously didn’t care about her.

But then, I cared about her, and she didn’t even give me a chance. She made me realize that there was nothing more painful than watching someone you love deeply love someone else—even though that person has no interest in them. I gave her all I had, and she threw it in the trash, even though all I wanted was for her to love me back.

Jordan had no love for her addiction to Zack because he saw no reason for her to love him. He said to her, “It hurts, right? It hurts when you love someone as much as yourself—maybe even more—and they don’t even care about you.”

He told her not to be in pain but rather to laugh and rejoice because the best was yet to come. He told her to work on herself, to work her way up the chain of respect and authority, and then make Zack want her—not the other way around.

Jordan was always like that—kind and wise. He, however, created the Elizabeth we had now: the violent Elizabeth. I preferred the crybaby Elizabeth.

Jordan laughed after seeing me on the floor. He really had no love for us fighting, but Elizabeth’s slap had propelled him to laugh. He extended his hand to me to pull me up, but I refused and slapped his hand away. That made him laugh more, but clearly annoyed me.

I backed up against a wall and stood after a while. I made for the door, but then our coms started beeping. I thought to myself, *Ah s**t, here we go again.* We had a mission. I had thought I’d go partying today, but obviously, someone had other plans.

We headed straight for the command room, and then, to our greatest surprise, Team Beta was also present. Teams were not allowed to receive mission briefings at the same time.

That could only mean our teams were doing a joint mission. I was obviously against doing a mission with Team Beta. I knew Zack would want to go solo in hopes of getting more recognition, and Elizabeth would be simping on him. This was obviously a bad matchup, but I had no choice. Team Alpha and Team Beta were going on a joint MISSION..………………