Worthington's Academy for the Supernatural
In the deepest reaches of Europe, there lays a school.. This school is hidden from the general populace by an array of magical barriers and invisibility spells. The reasons this school is hidden away is due to its true nature. This school... Is Worthington's Academy for the Supernatural. The purpose of the academy is to train young monsters, entities and mythological creatures about the human world and how to survive inside of it, as well as how to blend in with human society and live peacefully amongst them. However, not all of the students are fond of humans, and three of these students are not fond of monsters.. Those three students are Hunters. They were born into a family who is known for destroying the beasts and creatures of this world.. The Helsings.
But even with these hidden humans attending the academy, things are as normal as they should be... Except for the dark shadow that currently hovers over the academy. Something dark is happening inside of those hallowed halls... Something even more powerful and malicious then anybody could have imagined. And it begins... With a horn, and the ringing of a bell.. Time for school, kiddies.
Marcus observed the letter again with a dark smile. Idiots... Is it really that hard to tell I am not one of you? Surely you would've heard the name before in the horror stories you tell your children before bed. Poor, foolish beasts.. he thought to himself as the black carriage continued on its ever quickening pace. The skeletal horse-buggy and its undead driver had shown up at the old manor he lived in a day ago, and the journey from New York all the way to Northern England was nearly over. Others had been picked up inside of the large transportation (thanks to black magic, the carriage was as large as an 8 car train on the inside). Some of them he recognized, such as his second cousin, Henry, who he was not previously informed was involved in the mission, and a Harpy girl known as Wren. He had a bit of a history with this girl, but nothing short of a few encounters and battles, which usually ended in somebody crying or the one time when he wound up playing "Doctor". He felt somewhat uncomfortable and shocked that she was even here. Then again, it WAS a school for monsters, so it made sense. With the rest of the crowd, he merely nodded and remained emotionless."Mr. Robertson, We are pleased to announce that your registration to "Worthington's Academy for the Supernatural" has been accepted. Your knowledge of the inner workings of a Bug Bladdered Boar Beast is simply astounding!! Its almost like you dissected one of them yourself. Please report for classes on September 2nd, 2013 and have your luggage ready. A Doom-Buggy will be there to pick you up.
~ Gerald McDevin, Principal
Dressed in his hunting clothes, he would have made even Henry feel slightly uncomfortable. There he was, this pale and menacing brown haired boy dressed like something from a Hollywood film about ancient monster hunters, sitting silently with a totally emotionless expression... Even Marcus tried to not dwell on how he may have looked. When others asked what sort of monster he was, he responded with one of two things:
1. "School rules dictate we're not allowed to reveal that to each other. Sorry, but I don't want to get kicked out of the academy before I've even seen the campus."
Although the second option was always his favourite:
2. "Fuck off"
He was right though: School rules dictated that you weren't allowed to reveal your monster forms except authorized to. In Gym class, everybody would have revealed themselves and even walking in the halls or in the carriage, Marcus would have been able to detect the obvious. This was greatly advanced by the training he received while at the Helsing Academy. Vampire, Harpy, Pychopomp, two types of Shapeshifter, Some sort of Demon Weapon, an Earth Elemental, and a Dryad.. Pretty standard crowd, but I'm surprised there isn't any kind of Witch or Wizard.. Normally those guys are all over this sort of thing. he thought before the carriage hit a bump and his hat was crushed on the roof of the room. He groaned and straightened it out before he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, not speaking to anybody. It wouldn't be long now.. They'd be arriving soon.