I pushed my auburn hair out of my face and huffed, glaring at the male in front of me. My whole body was tense while I waited for him, Patrick, to stop goofing off and actually train like he was supposed to.

A huge wall of fire was in front of us, and I knew that he was going to try to port himself through the shadows again while I tried to break down the wall. This had been his lovely trick to use on me, because he thought I wouldn't have learned what to do. Unfortunately, I learned after the second time he had started doing the trick.

A smirk appeared on my face and I took a deep breath. "Recier," I said, waving my hand around, even though I didn't need to. "Miren," I thought, feeling my body shift positions until where I was standing was just a mere image of where I had been.

"Got you again, Reddie," Ptarick sneered, causing me to roll my eyes. He caused a wave of water to go at the fake me, making it go through "me". He blinked when the image turned around to face him and smirked. "What the- Hey!" He fell on to his back when I caused a wave of wind to push him down onto the ground. Patrick tried to quickly moved so that he could defend himself, but it didn't work. He narrowed his eyes when he saw me above him, holding a sword of pure energy in my hands and holding it at the edge of his throat.

"I guess you didn't," I sneered. "You need to stop using the same spells again. I know when you are going to use it and will keep making random shit up to make it so that you do know that I know." I smirked. "Didn't the last time I beat you when you did that spell was sending a ball of light at where you were going to be taught you anything?"

Partick glared at me, hatred filling his eyes. "You are just jealous that I would make a better Director than you," he replied, coldly.

"With the commenting, yes," I said, indicating that I knew that I had troubles with public speaking and couldn't get people to rally behind my cause. This caused both Michael and Luke to help try and teach me how to speak before a crowd. "With fighting, I can defeat you with my eyes closed."

"I want to see that!" a voice called from the small arena we were in, startling us from our glare off.

My whole body tensed, and I sent Patrick a panicked look before turning around, my face becoming it's normal blank form. "What do you want, Mr. Pickman?" I asked, keeping myself from calling him 'Dickman' again. "This is a private training, and I know that you do not work at the school."

That's right, I was kicking Patrick's ass at school. The only reason why I was able to kick his ass at school was because we were at the training arena for our free period. He and his cousin were supposed to be helping me train.

Reece had backed out an hour before, saying something along the lines that he had to get home.

"Well..." Pickman smirked. "I was just wanting to see what progress Michael had made with you."

My body tensed, and I kept a hold of my energy sword. My heart leveled out, and I was prepared for him to attack if he did. "Michael is doing just fine," I replied. "Now, that doesn't answer my question. Why are you here at this school?"

Pickman faked a look of shock and hurt. He placed his hand across his heart, as if I had hurt him emotionally. "You just wound me, Miss Evergreen," he said. "I was just wanting to make sure that you are doing good with your studies and ready to defeat the evil forces that you will have to face."

"She isn't ready," Patrick said, standing beside me. "Her form is off. She is too weak on her left side, and look that sword will not stay up for long." He gestured to the sword in my hands.

"Gee, really supportive," I grumbled, sarcastically, softly so that only he would hear me. "Remind me to cut you with my "bad" sword next time."

Pickman snorted. "I am sure that she will be able to defeat him when he shows up. I'll tell Michael that I think he has done a good job and ask if I can take over your training some."

"That is very kind of you, Sir, but I think I will stick with Michael. He has been so kind to me and helps train me with other stuff besides fighting that I think he is really suited for my needs."

Pickman frowned and there was a glare on his face before he smiled again. "That is fine," he said. "Now, do you know where he is? I would like to discuss... some... things with him."

"Oh, he is in Russia," I said off the bat. A grin appeared on my face as if I was excited for Pickman to go there and talk with Michael. "You should go there, now. He'll be there until my birthday, so he probably might want a familiar face."

Pickman's smile turned victorious, and he bobbed his head up and down, looking like a bobble head. "I will do that," he said. "Good luck with your studies." With that ,he walked away from the room, causing me to relax.

"You do realize that Michael is in Chicago, right?" Patrick asked, after Pickman was out of earshot.

I looked at him and smirked. "I know," I replied. "He doesn't." I threw the sword at the ground, causing it to break up into million pieces. "And, I am sure that he will love finding out that there is no Michael in Russia and stay put." My smirk deepened. "The snow is about to fall soon."

Patrick hummed. "I don't trust him," he said, disgusted.

"Neither do I," I replied. "Neither do I."

___________________________________________________

A/N: Ok, who trusts Di- I mean Pickman? I don't. He's too... sketchy.

Peace out Fluffy Munchkins,

Rissa