The alarm in the room went off at 6 AM and caused Levina to jump out of her bed. She thought it was later as she wasn't used to waking up until around 8 AM, and when she stared at the clock, she had to mentally restrain herself from short circuiting it with her powers. She realized today was her first day of classes in the new school that she had been taken to. She looked around the room, seeing how barren it was a desk, dresser, mirror, closet, bed, and then a connecting bathroom, and outside was only a small living room and kitchen. It was a small apartment pretty much, and it was only a ten minute walk to school. She sighed and took a quick shower before changing into her jeans and t-shirt for the first day of school. She was worried there was a mandatory uniform but there wasn't, thank lord she thought to herself. She went over the schedule she was assigned, home room being at 7:30, and school going on for a full 7 hours with a 1 hour lunch break.
As she cooked and ate her breakfast, she went over the idea of actually going to school. She never went from the age of 5 til now, and she was freshly 17. She'd been tutored by her family until 10 when the government took her, and from then on she was tutored by teachers hired by the government. She found it strange, but she couldn't help but smile at the thought of making friends. Back in the care of the government, she was isolated because her powers were quite dangerous, which made it hard for her to befriend people. Now was a whole new story though.
She grabbed the bags of books supplied by the school and left at around 7:10, giving her 20 minutes to make the trip to school. On the way, she let her mind imagine the type of people she'd meet. She knew that it was a group of boys around her age, only 3 of them, so she didn't know what to expect out of them. Hopefully she'd be able to live a decent school life and just enjoy her time before doing whatever came after school. With the world in the state it was in, everyone was worried about what the "LastGen" would do in the coming years. They were being taught how to maintain machines and such to keep the world going, and there was also talk of a plan to create a town for all 600+ people to live in and hopefully create a new world from.
Still, she just focused on the moment that she was in as she walked through the school gates and to the assigned class room. She sat her bag down on one of the four desks arranged in a box like pattern, setting her stuff on one of the back desks from the board. She smiled as she watched the door, waiting for the others to get there, wondering what type of people she'd be meeting.
Isaac yawns as the first weak signs of the early morning light stream through his blinds. Rubbing his eyes, he looks from his book at his window, watching as the sunlight slowly gains strength. Another all-nighter, he thinks regretfully. And today's the first day, too. Not really a good start.
Closing his book, which was an old copy of Shakespeare's tragedies, he stretches and walks to the bathroom of his small, one-room apartment. After his shower, he throws on a white t-shirt and jeans and pours some cereal. Glancing at the clock, he sees that he has roughly an hour and a half left, which was good, since he lived about half an hour from the school. Ten minutes later, he puts his empty bowl and used spoon in the sink, grabs his bag, and walks out the door. Suddenly, he realizes he forgot something. Turning around, he walks back into his apartment, grabs his book from his table, and leaves, opening back up to where he left off. He was halfway through Hamlet's soliloquy when he hears him. It's not even seven o'clock yet, and you already have your nose buried in that thing.
I don't need to hear it, Isaac tells Vincent, his alter personality.
I'm just saying, what if you're walking along, focused on that book, and something happens?
The only reason you're concerned is because if I died, you would too, Isaac snaps.
Naturally, Vincent unashamedly admits.
Arriving at the school, Isaac closes his book and looks at his watch. Instead of only taking him half an hour, it took him forty minutes to arrive, giving him ten minutes to find his class. Schedule in hand, he walks in and finds it relatively easy. He walks in and sees he wasn't the first to show up. Smiling, he nods at the girl already sitting down and takes his place near the back of the room. What are you doing? Vincent yells at Isaac. Go sit next to her! Ignoring him, he opens his book back up and finishes "Hamlet" and moves onto "Julius Caesar."
The night turned to day and the sun rose from its slumber to greet the rest of the world; its rays warming the ground on which it shone and restoring the feeling of joy that comes with the light. But sunshine or not, it was a joyous day for Cayden A. Loaryu: student. It was the first day of what would most likely be the rest of his life. The sun bounced through the window into his bedroom and onto his forehead as a way to say "Wake up, Cal, it's your first day of school!" It didn't take long for the warmth to bring Cal back into the world of the waking and it took even less time for a smile to come across his face. Then again, that's nothing new to a cheerful guy like Cal.
Oh, wow, it's my first day! It feels like I just got here and now I'm starting at a school designed almost specifically for me. Cal thought to himself. I want to sleep more, but damn is this going to be cool!
Cal looked over at his clock and noticed the time: 7:00. "CRAP! I can't be late on my first day!" he exclaimed before running to grab clothes out of a drawer. Long sleeve, button down shirt, slim-fit jeans, a watch, two mismatched socks, and a pair of boots laced almost completely. With barely enough time to brush his teeth and no time to brush his hair, it's a good thing he showers at night. Cal raced out of his one bedroom apartment and heads straight to the school. As stressful as this situation is, the smile didn't leave his face for a single moment.
The school wasn't far and he strolled in, surprisingly enough he wasn't even the last one to arrive. But someone caught his eye. A blonde girl with the type of grin on her face that says "I'm waiting; show me what you got." He looked above the door and saw that it was his assigned classroom and it just made his smile even wider. He strolled in with the alpha-male strut and plopped himself in the desk right across from her. Then, with the smoothest of introductions he said, "HI! I'm Cay-...!" He was caught off-guard when he noticed there was another student, buried in a book, in the classroom. How did I not notice him? he thought before turning back to the girl, hoping he didn't already make a fool out of himself in front of his new classmates, "Hi, I'm Cal. What's your name?"
A scrawny kid followed Cal into the classroom, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He carried the same text books under his arm and his lanky black hair was swept behind his ears. All in all, he looked entirely normal until he looked at each of them in turn, suddenly developed a large hole in the head and then fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Quite dead. Extremely dead, in fact. Deader than anyone else in this particular room.
Now then. Who are these mouth-breathers?
Luke flitted across the room, leaving behind the meat vehicle of his body. Invisible, untouchable, ethereal, his psychic projection touched each of the other students in turn as they reacted to the sight of one of their fellow classmates apparently coming down with a sudden case of the shot-in-the-heads. In doing so, he was encountering and learning about them in a way he trusted far more than simple introductions, although their surface thoughts were likely taken up with the macabre scene before them. Once he'd gathered enough, he slipped back into his corpse and began the process of recuperating from severe cranial perforation.
It would take about five minutes in total, as brain knitted back together, skull stitched back up and skin wove into one again. As the others had their interactions, Luke eventually had his eyes snap open and lurched up into a standing position. By this point, the others would have had their interactions and introductions out of the way. "And I'm Luke."
Levina looked to see the other three students show up. The first one took the other seat in the back beside her, the second taking the seat right infront of her, and the third taking the seat across from her diagonally. She inspected the first one as he entered, looking him over. When he nodded to her, she smiled and nodded back to him, deciding to leave him be, making a mental note of what he was reading. She had read "Hamlet" once when she was younger, in the care of the government. She wasn't a fan of Shakespeare but did appreciate his good writing talents.
The next one seemed to be the complete opposite of the first, a boy that was lively and talkative. When he cut himself off, she made an audible chuckle and let him finish before she thought on how to respond. She wasn't use to direct interactions, but her initial hesitation wore away quickly and she began "I'm Levina, nice to me-" but she was cut off as she saw the other boy's body drop to the ground and the wound on his head appeared. She stared for several seconds before rationally coming up with it the thought that it had something to do with his ability.
She couldn't help but stare for another second before continuing with "Like I was saying before, i'm Levina Smith, electrokinetic, nice to meet you." She lifted her hand up and demonstrated her ability, focusing a visible amount of electricity into the form of an orb on her hand and then crushed it, sending out a stream of vibrantly colored sparks out of the cracks in her fist. She smiled and was about to speak again when the last boy stood up and spoke.
She chuckled and said "That's a relief. I was surprised when I saw you fall to the ground, but being that this school is probably under heavy security, that rules out being attacked, and since all of us have special gifts in this room, it makes more sense that it has something to do with your gift...So, I already told my ability, what about you guys?"
Isaac looked up from his book when he heard the last boy drop to the floor. He jumped up from his seat, ready to help, but was stopped by Vincent. Knock it off, moron, he said. I have a feeling he'll be getting back up.
Hesitantly, he sat back down and, sure enough, the boy got back up and introduced himself. He was just about to pick his book back up when the girl, Levina, asked about everyone's abilities. Actually say something, alright? Vincent told him.
"Well, my name's Isaac, and I'm ferrokinetic," he replies shyly. He demonstrates by drawing some iron out from the ground, leaving a hole in the floor. The metal gathers into a sphere just above his right hand and starts changing form, taking the shape of what appears to be an artist's mannequin. It bows toward Levina and salutes Luke and Cal. As it changed back into a sphere and returned to the ground, Isaac thought about telling them about Vincent, but decided against it, not wanting his potential friends to think he's crazy. Vincent jokes, What, are you embarrassed of me? Oh well, I'll be introducing myself soon enough.
I'll just pretend I didn't watch someone just die and basically pull a zombie move on us... I'm pretty sure every day is going to be this weird. Cal thought before speaking up, with a slight inferiority complex, "I'm a, uhhh, weaponkinetic? Erm, I can make weapons! Well, I can make kind of anything, but, you know." Cal, stop making yourself look stupid. Someone basically dies on command, you can at least act more nonchalant than that guy.
Cal took a look at his hand and focused all the energy he could into making a really cool sword, only instead, a dagger was formed. Play it cool; you were trying to make this. "Anyway, that's what I can do." Cal sat down at his desk and started rummaging through his papers; trying to cope with the fact that there is a zombie in the classroom. Being one of the LastGen, Cal knew to expect weird things, but no one said anything about this. If all goes well, he'll turn out to be like any other normal student with a wound in his head. .... Yeah, this will take some getting used to, but with any luck we'll have a normal teacher come and greet us soon. Cal thinks to himself as he drifts off into a daydream, but not before turning to Luke and forcing a "don't scare me by dying on command" smile.
Luke rubbed away some of the remaining blood on his head and face from the gunshot wound with his right hand, while his left formed a semi-accusing pointer and darted from one person to the next. "Levina Smith. You're a party girl. The government wanted to turn you into a weapon. You think of yourself a relic." Then on to the next. "Cayden Loaryu - spelled L-O-A-R-Y-U and that's frankly a ridiculous name. When you were seven, your brother caught you playing ninja with your psychic knives. And then. "Isaac Rider. You're a coward but you prefer the term pacifist. You just finished reading Hamlet, but you didn't really like it, and there's a man called Vincent living in your head. He stopped you helping me when I fell down, so maybe he's not that nice."
Finally, he pointed his thumb at his own chest. "Luke Harrow. Serial ressurectionist, renaissance man and all-round genius. At your service." He pulled a little theatrical bow at that, then suddenly shot his head up. "In fact, I can't help but notice none of you actually rushed to see if the dead kid was okay. To put it another way, I saw that you didn't. When I leave my body - magnificent specimen that it is - I can still percieve the world, as well as take a dip in your minds. Thus my knowledge of who you lot are." Then he clapped his hands together and spun around to face the door.
"Now, this is allegedly a school. One would expect teachers at such an institution, yes?"
Levina chuckled and said "I knew it, the dying thing is a part of your abilities...Still, it's weird that you have that wound on your head when you leave your body, maybe cause of an accident or something. First discovering your gift through a near death, or in this case, an actual death experience, and then returning to your body. Still, that's pretty useful, it would seem that you can not die due to the standard things like humans can...Although I guess most people wouldn't call the LastGen human. Still, you're right about the teacher, I wonder where this person is."
Just then, a blonde haired man walked in wearing slightly casual clothing and the butt of freshly smoked cigarette. He chuckled as he entered and dropped the but, stomping it out shortly after to put the flame out and smiled at his students. He walked over to the desk in front of them and sat down, checking off that all four students were there before he stood up and started writing on the board. He wrote the name "Drake Sullivan" and then the nickname "Teach" on the board before smiling and facing the four students.
He eventually spoke saying "Hello there students. My name is Drake Sullivan, but you can call me Teach as I'll be your logical department teacher for the next year. There is also the creative department teacher Miss Lea Kassadin, and the physical education teacher Miss Andrea Morgan. I will be teach math, science, and history. Miss Kassadin will be teaching writing, reading, art, and music. Miss Morgan will obviously cover phys ed. Hopefully the seven of us can get along this year to turn you kids into fine adults and carry on as the remaining humans."
He put extra stress on the word "humans" to show that he didn't think of them any differently than normal humans would. He smiled and went on to say "Today is nothing more than a simple day to go over the curriculum of each class and meet the teachers. So, if I'm not mistaken, Levina Smith, an electrokinetic that was considered for many different purposes, but with the old world coming to an end, they decided to just keep you as a normal student. I'm glad, no one should ever be turned into something they don't want to become."
He continued "Net we'll talk about Luke Harrow, the boy who accidentally got involved in a police shooting and got a bullet to the brain, but your powers awakened and showed your mind and body could exist as separate entities. While connected to the body, any wounds you have heal, and while disconnected you can inspect the mines of others. The government, unbeknownst to you, considered using you as a spy for enemy countries, but the same thing as with Levina, they decided not to in the end."
Next was Cayden "Cayden Loaryu, as Luke explained earlier, a boy would could create objects with your mind that would only effect a person mentally caught playing ninja one day. Kept his abilities hidden until one day you were caught stealing or something, and showed your ability to the store owner who had caught you. Your abilities only effect a person mentally, meaning that if you cut someone, it feels like they're cut and they'll believe it for awhile, but there is no physical damage to correspond. Once again, like Levina, considered for military testing but denied."
Finally, Isaac and Vincent "Isaac and Vincent Rider, a boy with two personalities and the ability control metal and it's properties as you wish. Once again, considered for military testing but denied for the same reasons stated earlier. Out of all the children, probably one of the most interesting because we have not had time to examine Vincent's personality as opposed to Isaac's."
He smiled continued "To let you know, each of you are allowed to use your powers freely except to hurt one another. We actually have a time where you can spar during physical education time. We figured releasing stress would be good for you guys. Anyways, lets go over the curriculum. We have two hours in this class, then two hours in the creative department, an hour for lunch, and another 2 hours for physical education, and then we are done for the day. First, we do math for 40 minutes, than science for 40 minutes, and then history for 40 minutes, and that's pretty much my curriculum for the whole year. Also, one more thing I'd like to mention, all of you will be moving to the same dorm that Levina lives in. It'll be good for you guys to have daily interactions outside of class."
Just then, the bell rung and Teach said "Alright guys, I hope you enjoyed our first day together. I'll see you another time, your next room is the next floor down, room 107."
With that, Levina stood up and smiled, saying "Alright guys, lets get going. hopefully the day will go just as fast for the next few classes as fast as it did for this one." She smiled and waited for everyone to get up and led the way out the door and to the next class.
As teacher, Drake, spoke, Vincent let out a low whistle in Isaac's head. Well, they sure did their homework. Looks like I won't need to make an introduction so soon after all, huh?
When he mentioned phys. ed, Isaac broke out in a cold sweat, not noticing what Vincent just said. Sparring...
Heh, what's the matter? Afraid you'll get your ass kicked?
No, I'm afraid for everyone else. If I got distracted for a moment...
Oh yeah... In his head, Isaac swears he can see Vincent smiling, a dark humor behind it. Better stay focused, then.
Isaac jumped a little as the bell rang. He grabs his bag and book and follows everyone to the next class. I'm surprised, though, Isaac mentions to Vincent. We were all considered to be made into weapons.
Why does that surprise you? Vincent asks him, his voice barely disguising his hatred, which sends a cold jolt down Isaac's spine. Humans think they can do whatever they wish. They don't care about what might happen to those they use.
You say "human" like we aren't humans ourselves.
Again, Isaac visualizes that grin stretching across Vincent's face. I thought you were supposed to be smart, judging from all the time you spend reading. Of course we aren't human. We're so much more.
The way he said that makes Isaac decide to drop it. Instead, wanting to see what he can learn from the others, he asks, "So, are you guys from around here?"