Matt gapped in open fear as the metalic wolf came toward him. Frozen in place he hardly noticed as Daniela began attacking it with bolts of electricity. As Heidi grabbed him reality seemed to come crashing in on him and a visible yellow orange glow flickering as several images seemed to dance acrossed the glow. I shall not fear, fear is the mind killer... He never could remember all of that line. He threw up what little breakfast he had eaten and with that a sudden calm came over him. He was still scared terrified beyond anything he could remember but he would die if he did nothing.
Focusing on the present he took note of the situation. He still held the chain from the door. Daniela was hurting it but not enough yet. Jasper had ones and zeros moving acrossed her skin and her eyes were closed. She must be doing something and it had paused.
Then it hit him. "The doors are metal and that thing is not our objective. Daniela hit as hard as you can we need to get inside and close the doors."
He grabbed Heidi's arm. "We need to get inside." He tried to lead her around the beast. To find an angle to get inside. He only hoped she would follow. Your goal for this excercise is capture the flag. Tabitha's words ringing in his head.
"Only the flag matters!" He shouted as tried to get inside.
The day droned on and Charles found himself let his mind wonder. If it is so important to follow instructions, why do the other kids not seem more focused on the classes? For that matter, why was he even in those classes? The other kids needed these classes but for him the classes provided no stimulus. Was he here to learn to be normal? Whatever that was supposed to be? The other students seemed to have very little in common with each other yet seemed to have no problem relating. There was no sense of progressing one's mind and they seemed quite random in who they chose to associate with. It was all very confusing and for Charles it seemed very chaotic.
He had watched earlier as one girl just went to the front gate and left. He was curious, Charlie had a colleague that tried to leave the Silo several times growing up but he never actually made it outside. Charles had been at the institute a couple days but had yet to venture out. He needed to find somewhere to gather information and he needed new clothes, both of which were off the school grounds. They can not punish me for learning more about the world. He thought to himself and instantly knew it was little more than a justification for what he was going to do. I am not hiding or shirking responsibility. I am simply going to learn more about the world around me. Besides I really do need to get some new clothes.
10:30am Wed
Lunch was simple, a couple pieces of fruit and a sandwich. He had decided to go to a Mall for his "social experiment". Charles stopped by his room and grabbed a stack of twenties from his suitcase. He had no idea how much clothes would cost so he grabbed a second stack of hundreds. He used a courtesy phone in the student lounge to call a taxi and then quietly walked to the front gate to wait. When he got to the Mall, he wandered around walking the full course to get an idea of what kind of stores were available. It was rather obvious to him that he had no idea what he was looking for and decided to sit for awhile and observe people to get an idea of what to buy. He chose a small indie cafe that had a window suitable for people watching and went in. The student was there seemingly writing notes. He decided not to bother her and took a seat near the window. Charles ordered a banana nut muffin and hot tea as he sat there watching the girl as much as everyone else. Whatever she was doing she did not seem happy about it.
Taking off one glove, Matt moved toward the door, where the padlock hung. Reaching out his hand he stopped; thinking of what Heidi had said. Looking back at the group.
"I can show you the combination. This can go one of two ways. Either, the chain is electrified or it is not. Whichever, the case if... Heidi is it?" He asked quizzically before moveing on. "If she is right, then any of you with combative abilities should ready yourselves. I am not much of a fighter myself but once you pick a target keep your eyes one it and I may be able to provide a disttaction for you."
Matt thought about his discusion with Professor Finn. The Professor had asked if if he had to "rewind" and seemed to think he should be able to go directly to a desired moment. He had no idea of how to do that but drawing off every book he ever read and a couple Sciencw Fiction TV shows he figured it had something to do with concentration. He pictured the lock open in his head and focused on that image as he grabbed it with his ungloved hand, making sure the others could see the lock as well.
A wave of dizziness hit Matt and he had a sudden sensation of falling. He gripped tighter. Soon the images jumped out sharp and crisp. Matt felt like he was going to vomit and swallowed hard to stave it off. Professor Tabitha North stood in front of him clicking the lock shut. Matt realised she had just tested the lock and quickly rewound the memory. Images blurred again but only for a second. Then he let the memomry play out. Not only was she working the lock but saying the combination aloud. Matt hoped that was enough as he let go of the padlock the room returning to normal. His projected image gone.
"Tell me someone got that. I really don't wanna do that again for a bit."
He still felt dizzy but the sensation was fading fast.
Matt clumsily put his glove back on then; without realising what he was doing, perfectly copied what Professor North had just done unlocking the chain. His head lurched from the vertigo. He grabbed forward with both hands one grabbing the center chain the other the handle of the door. The room spun and he lost his balance pulling as he stumbled back, both removing the chain and opening the door.
Matt looked at the lockers. How real is this? Then quickly ignored them as he hadn’t thought to bring anything. Watching the others for guidance something sparked in his mind when Ronnie pulled the notebook out. Something about YouTube he thought but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He realised quickly that he was at a major disadvantage if this was a competitive exercise. Next, The building appeared out of nowhere and again he pondered the reality of it. Did the exercise account for his abilities. Did these things have memories or were they something else? The voice welcoming everyone and explaining the scenario just left more questions most of which were asked by the other kids. He hoped that one of them would take the lead. They were all older than him by two to three years.
Focusing on the building before them his eyes fixated on the padlock. If that is real and has been used or set in that last week. I should be able to find the combination but how long do we have and how far back do I rewind?
He waited patiently for the others' questions to be answered and kept his questions to himself. This is like a puzzle in one of those escape rooms he had heard about. This should be fun.
As they drove up to the gate Charles turned to the driver. ”So what now? Who do I report to?” They had not said much since the diner.
“I don’t know kid...my job was to get you here and well...you're here. I don’t even know if they know you’re coming. There wasn’t much time.” The driver sounded as if he could have been reading off a grocery list. In truth, he had a job to do and it was done.
Charles exited the car and grabbed the case. Standing straight, he walked with purpose towards the security camera. Looking straight into, “My name is Charles Gannon. I am here to enroll at this school.”
There was a faint click as the gate swung inward, just as a voice came out of an intercom. “We have been expecting you. Proceed to the dorm on the right second floor room 21. I am told everything you need will be waiting for you.”
”Thank you.” A short response, no more than necessary. Charles quickly took in his surroundings and chose the quickest walking path. Then formally as if marching, with straight back and eyes forward, walked directly to the room without a further glance. He had been given instructions, and until he knew more of what to expect here, he planned to follow them exactly.
When Charles got to the room the door was open and a simple note reading “Welcome Mr. Gannon” was on the handle. He walked in, surprised at the size of the room. It had two beds and desks. Obviously it was designed with a roommate situation in mind. On one of the desks was a small stack of textbooks, an itinerary, a map, and a second note stating “You are free to roam the campus as you wish. Classes start tomorrow. For now, you have been assigned basic courses until a full assessment of your education can be determined.” Charles noticed there was no signature on either note. Also, there was no evidence of a roommate.
The rest of the day he acquainted himself with the school, walking purposefully but not talking to anyone as he witnessed the others doing. This is different, other than with the Doctor's you never talked outside of projects. This had been ingrained in him for as long as he could remember. The constant drone of the cafeteria had him unsettled. This whole place had him unsettled for that matter. It was chaos incarnate to his mind, but until he received new instructions he was going to have to make the best of it.
The sun was not yet up when Charles got out of bed, nor would it rise before he had showered, dressed, and eaten. He wore what he thought was right for studies; black jean slacks, a simple blue t-shirt, and a white lab coat all topped off the red Converse sneakers. He proceeded through the day as if it was not any different than he had always known. It was different of course, lawless chaos surrounded him at every turn. Most of the other students seemed to be distracted in class, talking or passing notes when they thought the teacher was not looking. For him classes were either beneath him or utterly boring; perhaps this was the case for them as well. The others students gave him odd looks which he attributed to be new and imagined himself looking at them the same way. That is until lunch time when he realised no one else wore lab coats. This, of course, he fixed by rolling up his sleeves.
After lunch, Charles spent most of his time watching the other students and how they interacted. As the other students freely talked between classes, making plans and seemingly deciding their own path, he realised he could not make any sense of it. He wanted to but he could not grasp the variables. Jealousy welled up in him. He had never had that. By the end of the day, he had decided to learn what that feels like.
May the sun never rise before you are ready to meet it.” That was the phrase Dr. Gourley used to condition him to develop a morning routine. Charles reminded himself of that as tedious boredom made it harder to get out of bed. He saw no progress or necessity in this course work, but he would trudge through it until this “evaluation” happened and he could progress to higher studies. He had decided to forgo the lab coat today picking out khaki slacks, a red t-shirt, and a white dress shirt left unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. He kept the red Converse mainly because it was not just his only pair of shoes but it reminded him of his favorite television character.
Trudging through the monotony of the day, he had a plan to spice things up a little. If the other students wanted to laugh he would make that happen. Besides he needed something to break up the boredom. The last class of the day would be perfect and if he timed it right the least disruptive. Professor Everose was going over noble gases and if you did not understand them in the first minute you never would.
Charles had to sense the molecules in order to manipulate. He could feel every microscopic square nanometer as he entered the classroom. He could feel the similarities and identify precisely where each atom was as long as he had studied it. He had never really studied biology or anatomy to be able to understand it though; still he felt something usually familiar enough to tell you who it was. This time, there was one person in the room that felt different. Curious he looked over at the short red head, she felt different in a way he may never understand. He went on to his seat. He could not figure it out right this moment and the class was only an hour long.
Searching throughout the classroom for every trace of Helium he could find. Slowly, he gathered the element together. He could hear Professor Everose talking and half listened so as not to arouse suspension. Was she watching me? He asked himself as he thought maybe the Professor's eyes had stopped on him a little longer, but she kept lecturing. By the time he had enough gathered there was little time left in the class. He had been holding it all at floor level. Once released the whole room should get a quick burst of Helium changing their voices for a brief yet hilarious moment. Professor Everose was going into her recap, it was now or never. Releasing the gas the Professor's voice hit that high pitched squeak that so often accompanies breathing Helium. A cacophony of high pitched chuckles, snort, and laughs mixed with expletives fill the room for a brief moment. The bell sounded as the sounds reached a normal register. As Charles quickly made his way to the door he noticed some of the students casting accusatory looks at a blonde with streaks of pink coloring in her hair.
5:00am - 10:00am
The familiar morning routine was not as tedious today. Charles had released, at least, some of the tension of boredom and was anxious to see if he should do it again. Only time will tell at this point and there was no sense in denying it. He was going to get caught eventually.
Matt woke feeling unsure about the day. He had made a friend in Daniela the night before, although he was still unsure about others in the school and how they would receive him. He decided he would worry about that later. For now, he would explore the campus and get acquainted with where his classes will be. Grabbing the school map and his schedule hit set out for lunch.
After lunch, Matt went exploring and plotting out where his classes would be before adventuring outside to take in the grounds and other buildings. Stepping outside he walked around the outer edge; avoiding the cottage, he picked up a stick that seemed straight and began swinging it around imagining that he was fighting Orcs and Goblins from books. Many bushes died to his would be blade. His imagination temporarily sated, he continued on to the training center and tried his hand against some of the weights. Disappointed at his lack of physical prowess he decided to head back to his room and paint some of the miniatures he had brought with him.
Matt hurried from class to class arriving at each on early and realising he had a lot of catching up to do. In most of his classes he managed to borrow notes to copy later. Then he got to his last class of the day, History. As he walked in Professor Finn seemed preoccupied with something on his desk, but to Matt it was as if he had just walked into a world of forbidden treasures. Old texts line the walls and few items lay scattered about the room. The whole room smelled of history. Matt's eyes settled on what appeared to be an authentic Conquistador helmet displayed on the far side of the room. Matt allowed himself to get caught up in the helmet and didn’t even notice when the rest of the class came in or, more importantly, the old gentleman standing behind him.
“Young man class has started and while I appreciate your apparent enthusiasm it may be best for you to take your seat.” Professor Finn as he leaned in with a smile.
Matt jumped, startled and with murmured apologies scurried to his seat.
The Professor started to turn and stopped looking back at the morion. Obviously distracted from his planned course study. He then took the entirety of the class giving a mixed dissertation on the specific history of the helm and its significance to the Spaniards throughout history.
As the bell rang Professor Finn was back at his desk looking through papers while still lecturing the class. Picking up a folder he released the rest of the students and asked Matt to stay behind. He waited until the last student left and closed the door.
“Sorry for the ominous tone but what we need to discuss is none of their business.” The Professor stated picking up on Matt’s nervousness. “But first, you seem to really enjoy history?” A seemingly never ceasing yet disarming smile beamed across his face.
Matt had been nervous. He felt as though he was in trouble for holding up the class but Finn's smile put all that to rest. “History is a wonderful story always with two ways to tell it. At least that's what my dad always told me and I can’t say he was wrong. For example your Morion over there; I suspect you ran out of time or you would have gone into its significance with the American Tribes after the Spaniards. The faint remnants of paint along the edges say it’s history went on into the 17th century at least.” Matt’s voices got more and more excited as he spoke and he seemed proud to add the last part even if he was just showing off. In truth. Matt knew little of that time except that it had happened.
“Yes yes of course there was more to the stories very astute of you to pick up on that. Oh I think we will get along fine. Now for the part the other students didn’t need to hear. I have your file and although my time is limited I need to get an idea of where you are in your powers….”
“Abilities.” Matt interrupted and received a quizzical look from Finn. Matt went on “Calling them powers implies strength over others. Abilities is more honest in that it merely states I can do something. It’s how I was raised.” His words were direct yet apologetic at the same time.
“Don’t lose what respect you have gained but fine abilities then.” Finn said almost dismissively not caring one way or the other. “Your file states I should be able to see what you do so if you care to show me we won’t be disturbed.” The mustache seemed to droop giving Finn’s face an intensity as if he were studying Matt.
Matt removed a glove and touched the nameplate on Finn’s desk. The room filled with images as Matt stood rigid, his eyes could move and he could talk but he seemed as if frozen in one place. He stopped the images and let events play out. You could hear every word spoken. Finn recognized the moment as one of his earlier classes.
“Is that enough sir?” Matt asked
Finn’s face lit up in wonderment everything was in place and he could hear every word. “Audio as well? Show me your limits. Is that really how I sound.”
“I can only go back about a week and it takes some time to get there and yes that is how you sound.” Matt responded as once again the images flashed by in reverse.
“Do you have to...well let’s say rewind or can you go straight there?” Finn’s question was direct and utilitarian as he observed.
“It seems to work like an old VCR.” The images flashed faster.
“Ok well I have seen enough. Can you move around while doing this?” Finn asked, closing his eyes to the dizzying visions.
Matt let it drop and put his glove back on. “No, I seemed to be almost locked in place when I do this, but it is different with people. With people there is no control at least not on my part. It seems to be drawn to a moment of intense emotion of whoever I touch. Both of us are physically locked, so to say, but it’s hard to explain. It’s like I can imagine myself walking about; restricted by the confines of the image, yet that doesn’t appear in the projection.”
Finn went straight to the phone on his desk. “Hold on Matt I may know someone who can understand that better.” Without waiting for a response Finn called Professor Everose. “Sorry to bother you but I could use your assistance in my classroom if you have the time?”
Picking up the phone on the second ring Kaylee answered. "Professor Everose." Upon hearing Professor Finn’s voice she looked at the clock then down at her planner. She had some time actually. "Why hello Finn. Yes I do have some free time. May I have the reason, or am I looking at a non emergency?"
Kaylee prayed that it was a non emergency. She could handle an emergency but it would set her day back more than she was willing to admit. She paused so that Finn could update her.
Finn chuckled, his mustache seeming to bristle just the slightest. “No. No not an emergency. Seriously now would I have asked if you had the time if it were an emergency? No, I just need some advice on a new student I am working with. Seems he has some interesting issues.”
Kaylee smiled. "I don't suppose you remember that one incident, not too long ago, with Isaac Miller when you asked much the same question in the same tone. When I got there the boy was unconscious holding an artifact that was…" Kaylee paused to find the right word and also to jog Finn’s memory.
Finn interrupted Kaylee, “That was completely different, he was fine when I called. Want to keep interrogating me or help out before I mess up another one?”
Matt’s eyes grew big as saucers, “Uh sir….is this safe?”
“It’s fine. You’ll be fine.” Finn exclaimed. Then into the phone. “We are scaring the kid….you coming Kaylee?”
Kaylee pinched the bridge of her nose. She could feel a stress headache coming on. "No. I mean yes I'll be right there. Heaven forbid you 'mess up another one'. I don't think our insurance could handle that fiasco. We barely handled it the first time. Promise me you won't go all Merlin, from Sword in the Stone on this one."
“Yes. Yes no Merlin stuff here see you soon and thanks.” Finn hung up the phone “She should be here soon. So tell me what you can figure out about the morian while we wait.”
They talked more on obscure facts of the Spanish helmet while they waited.
To say that Kaylee was uncomfortable with the instant brush off by Finn was the understatement of the century. Attempting not to panic she quickly forwarded her office calls to her cell. She snatched her cellphone up and headed at a steady clip to Finn’s classroom. Her chocolate brown saddle Oxfords clicking out a sharp rhythm in time to the swish of her high waisted slacks that were a taupe color pinstriped with gold. Her blouse was a chocolate color with cream color cuffs and a Peter Pan collar.
She rounded the corner and opened the door to find them in discussion about a helmet. Of all things a helmet. She rolled her eyes and watched the duo covertly letting the door close quietly behind her.
As Kaylee came in the two were laughing and seemed to be in some debate over the significance of a helmet in tribal culture. After what seemed an eternity to anyone else, although it was only about 20 seconds Finn noticed Kaylee. “Ah, Professor Everose meet Mathew Frakes he has some rather unique “abilities’ which may be beyond my scope” There was an obvious emphasis on the word abilities as he spoke and Finn eyes rolled as he said it.
Matt stood as he was introduced. He appeared excited and nervous as if he wasn’t quite sure what was going on. He held out a gloved hand. “Nice to meet you. Professor Finn has told me nothing about you.” Matt put on one of his fake smiles he used when trying to hide his nerves. It never worked but it kind of made him feel better.
Kaylee released the hold she had on her abilities and looked from Matt to Finn. They both had an orange aura, which meant that their abilities were similar. Matt’s aura flickered like a candle. His was also more on the yellow end, whereas Finn’s was a deeper orange red. "So not entirely clairvoyant then? He seems more toward the psychic colors. But your powers seem to be more alike than either of you realize. Compatible. You are worried about something else Finn. Out with it. Matt has a right to know."
She didn't take Matt’s hand. Taking a clairvoyant's hand could potentially harm either you or the clairvoyant. Or in some cases both. "My apologies Matt, not to seem rude but I'm sure you'd like to keep contact to a minimum until you have a better hold on your powers." She smiled reassuringly at Matt.
Finn leaned back in his chair and smiled This should be fun. He thought though what said was, “Matt go ahead and tell her what happens when you touch someone.” Turning to Kaylee “He can explain it better than I can but I can tell you with objects he not only sees the stories he projects them somehow. It’s that he goes all rigid that bothers me.” There was only the slightest bit of amusement in his voice.
Matt took a deep breath. A look crossed his face as if not sure what or how to say what he wanted. He had taken on an uneasy look every time Kaylee had said powers but he had been raised to never interrupt a woman. He rubbed his gloved hands together nervously. “Well ma'am I explained this to Professor Finn here but here goes. If you don’t mind I prefer to call them abilities rather than powers. Power is about strength and abilities just seems more honest. As far as contact goes my abilities require direct skin contact, thus the gloves. I haven’t been around people other than my parents since this started. My Dad has similar abilities but he can’t project and he can turn his off." he went on to describe his abilities exactly as he had with Finn as well as what they had discussed when Finn was testing him.
Kaylee shot a glare at Finn when Matt mentioned that he had explained this all prior to her walking in. She then afforded Matt her full attention. She nodded as he explained his beliefs and powers or as he liked to call them abilities. "Fascinating. Now about the difference between the two words. Powers verses abilities. Matt, while I truly think your rational has merit, I hope you realize that while we all have the ability to change the world, few have the power to actually do it. So both are truly required to make the change. I prefer to think that we are an engine of that change allowing you to grow in both abilities and the power to use them correctly. Or if you'd rather, grow your powers and teach you the ability to use them correctly."
Kaylee looked over at Finn. "I said no Merlin stuff." She shook her head then looked back at Matt. "So Matt, why are you here? What do you wish to accomplish? Control? Growth? Both? You don't seem afraid of your pow-abilities much like other students here."
Finn gave a huff producing a flourish of his mustache but said nothing just looking at Matt.
Matt stood up a little straighter, if obviously forced, in an effort to seem more confident. “If you think I am not afraid of my abilities then you have misread me. I am terrified to touch anyone, but to answer your question regarding what I wish to accomplish. No more than anyone should, what I was raised to do. I wish to live my life to the best of my ability no matter what that means. No matter what I must learn. This I believe is how we gain control, discover new uses , and yes determine how we will respond to the world. So if that means asking for help then I am asking. I can’t go through life not touching other people and I sure can’t go around touching random people in an effort to learn control. I need a safe way to do this. Can you help me?”
Nodding Kaylee walked over to a desk and sat down in one of the chairs as Matt spoke. When he was finished she stood. "No no Matt. I have known many people afraid of their abilities, with good reason. However what you're describing is the fear of your loss of control. That we can help you with. Everyone fears the loss of control, or they should. Those who don't chase the feeling and don't last long. If you truly feared your abilities you wouldn't be here. But you knew that already didn't you? So control. Comes with time but like I said we can help there. Oh and you'll be taking Philosophy from here on out. You'd make a great addition to my class."
Just like that it was decided. Matt was already behind in most of his subjects and now he would have to add Philosophy. He had planned on taking eventually just not yet. The rest of the day was filled with note copying and homework.
Between class time and studying Matt barely had time for much else. The only thing of note was being notified that he was excused from class on Wednesday and that, instead, he should report to the Danger Room at 9am instead. No end time was given although he had heard this happened from time to time.
While taking a break from homework to settle his mind and paint some miniatures, Matt realised he was settling in. There was little to no mention of the drama he had initially witnessed when he arrived. Although, to be honest, other than talking with Daniela, that first night, everyone he initially met was older than him and at least grade ahead of him. He felt safe here and hoped that the promised lessons in control would start soon.
7:00 am - 8:58 am
Matt awoke early, showered, and got dressed. A hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants. He taped the cuffs of the sweatshirt to his gloves so they would not ride up on his arms and put on high topped sneakers. Whatever this Danger Room thing was about, he was prepared for a workout. A light breakfast followed a light jog once around the track before proceeding to the TC.
8:58 am - 9:00 am
He stood at the entrance to the danger looking in, before deciding to wait just outside until the last possible second. The frosty one and the loud one were already in there and he did not want to deal with them just yet. Despite telling himself that he wouldn’t let first impressions govern his opinions of others; in truth one he was afraid of and the other had seemed pouty. He did not quite remember what all that was about but personal impressions seemed to last longer than there reasons. He hoped those first impressions were wrong but he wasn’t going to chance it.
Daniela walked out of her new Dorm room with a faint smile on her face. It had been a while since she had a room and she was happy to have one now, even if she had to share it with someone. Maybe it would be fun to have a roommate. She had already decided to take a look around the campus. It was an impressive looking campus and the more she looked around the more interested in the school she became. It looked amazing. As it continued to get darker outside she decided to check out the grounds. As she continued looking around and admiring the state the grounds were kept in she saw one of the gentlemen from the cafeteria laying on a blanket...apparently talking with himself.
Daniela looked around quickly and didn’t see anyone near and he didn’t appear to have seen her. She could just walk away and pretend she hadn’t seen him but would that really be the best thing to do? He had at least spoken with her in the cafeteria along with the others. She took a deep breath as she made a decision that had part of her brain screaming how foolish she was at her.
“Hi.” She said quietly as she approached Matt.
Matt jumped up startled, he had been so wrapped up in his self beratement he hadn’t noticed her approach. “Uh...Hi...I don’t always talk to myself just figuring things out..uhmm is that weird? Oh hey you’re Daniela from lunch right? I hope you’re not mad at me it seemed like you wanted to talk about something but I wasn’t ready to deal with anything else and I tend to talk a lot when I get nervous but there’s usually no one around so I just say what’s on my mind and…”
He took a deep breath, realizing he was babbling, and calmed his face. “Hi nice to see you again. I am kinda foolish sometimes. Not used to having people around. Can we start over?” He looked truly ashamed of his rambling on.
"I have some snacks from the machines and I would enjoy someone to talk to if you want to join me?” He tried smiling but was so nervous it looked off.
Daniela sat down next to him. “I’m not mad at you or anything.” She said quietly. “Just a lot on my mind I guess.” She looked at the snacks and saw him trying to smile and she smiled herself. “I’d be happy to join you. I’m sorry if I came across as weird or anything when we first met. I’m just not used to being around people.”
Matts shoulders relaxed. He hadn’t even realised how tense he had been. ”Well then that makes two of us. All I have had for people company since my abilities first popped up were my parents and they’re great and all but they are parents. That was like 2 or 3 years ago. So anyway, let’s see what we have here.” He started rummaging through the snacks and sodas. For a moment he looked even younger than he was; like a kid in a treehouse who had decided this was their treasure. He started dividing all the snacks evenly. ”I’m new here and you're actually the first person that has really acknowledged me. So whatever you want to to talk about. I never even thought anyone would have problems. I just did whatever my parents told me because as they put it...No one can know. It’s too dangerous...and other stuff like that. Am I rambling again, I really have to work on that. That halves yours.” he said, the last pointing to one of the stacks of snacks. He seemed more comfortable now, relaxed even.
Daniela looked down at the stack of snacks and grabbed one of them. “This place is pretty much a fresh start for me. I can’t go back home and I’m pretty sure I’ll be recognized if I ever go back to New York, I figure If I have the opportunity to make friends here I should take it.” She looked over at Matt and smiled faintly. “I’m just glad to be here and I’m just glad to make new friends. The last two months have pretty much been a living hell for me. So far the people here seem pretty nice.”
Matt’s face took on a concerned look. “I feel like I might have messed up my chances at having friends at lunch. I came across as a know-it-all show off.” He paused not sure how to ask his next question. “You had asked if we had hurt anyone and I am afraid I passed out before the rest. Did your abilities come out violently? I won’t think any less of you but you seemed to want to talk on that earlier. If you don’t want to now that’s ok.” He looked her straight in the eyes, face calm yet concern shown in his eyes.
She quietly looked at the ground for a moment. “I had just graduated High school and a few friends and I went on a roadtrip across the country. I was in New York when my powers first manifested.” She took a deep breath after a moment. “A battle broke out in New York between a bunch of metahumans. A few of my friends were killed in the crossfire along with a few other people...and I was next. One of the metahumans was looking down at me and I...I just felt this insane amount of terror. I thought I was about to die when a loose wire hit my back. The last thing I remember before blacking out was a flash of light erupting from me. When I woke up there were four bodies next to me...my would be killer, one of my friends and two people I didn’t know.”
She looked over at Matt.
“I’ve been running since. I actually was trying to hide in the snack shed when Una found me this morning.” She looked sad for a moment. “It got worse when I tried to go home...but I’m not quite ready to talk about that yet.” She looked over at him. “No offense intended.”
Matt sat back and grabbed a soda. “None taken. I am just happy you felt comfortable enough to share that much with me. I just got here this morning as well’ although my circumstances are a little different. I can’t go home because my Dad got involved with politics and I am kinda a shining beacon to those that would try to bring him down. My first experience was jarring to say the least. Nothing like yours but basically my uncle had made me a new bed for my 12th birthday and when I touched it that night I witnessed him and my aunt...well christening it. I couldn’t let go and my Dad had to pick me up and break my contact before the image stopped. Kinda ironic when you think about it too much, which I have, that the first thing my abilities showed me is an act I will never be able to do.’ He took a sip of his soda and let out a sarcastic chuckle. ”So basically, we are both new here and discovering the wonders of this place. Let’s make a deal to have each other's back no matter what, deal.” He held out a gloved hand towards Daniela. Well maybe it’s not to late to make friends.
Daniela smiled faintly as she shook the offered hand. “Deal.” She said quietly. She thought back for a moment to her parent’s reaction when she had arrived home...their reaction to what they had found in her room. She shoved that memory to the back of her mind and reached for a soda. “Gotta say, I liked the food in the cafeteria. It was the first hot meal I’d had in a while. I wonder if it’s still open.”
Matt smile the most genuine smile he had made since arriving here. ”Shall we find out?” He said as he stood up gathering everything together. Today had turned out alright in the end. ”Besides one thing about L.A. I don’t like is you can’t really see the stars unless you squint reeeeeal tight, and that just gives you a headache. Do you think they’ll have pasta? I love pasta.” He had finished gathering up what he could and gave the place a once over for trash. ”So do you have any hobbies? I like video games and painting and history and stars and apparently I ramble when I am happy as well. Really gotta work on that.”
Daniela nodded. “Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind some pasta as well. Used to love eating at Olive Garden back in the day. Unlimited soup and salad was awesome.” She looked thoughtful for a moment as Matt asked about hobbies. “Believe it or not, back in school I was one of the science-fiction nerds. Star Trek, Star Wars, Babylon 5. I loved them all. I used to have a collection of video games when I was younger but I eventually couldn’t find time for them. High school really took up a lot of my time. Used to have a massive collection of Science Fiction books as well.” She took a sniff of the air as they began heading for the cafeteria and a moment later she grinned. “I smell something good. Come on, let’s find something to eat.”
Matt woke up rested but sore and took in his surroundings. He was in his room. How did I get here? Don't think I made any friends today. Nothing to do about it now except unpack. He started setting everything out and organizing his room. His Dad had requested he not have a roommate so he could relax and not worry about touching someone. Thanks Dad what's a little more alienation to an already socially devoid life. Well you're not here and I can make friends...I hope. The people I have met so far didn't seem to want to have friends. No, not exactly, I can't let my first impressions be so stark. He finished unpacking and settling into practiced routines. Looking out the window he noticed it was getting dark and settled on grabbing a blanket and see if he could find a spot outside dark enough to see the stars.
He made a quick stop at the vending machines to grab something to eat. Dusk was setting in and the lights were coming on as he exited the dorms. The place seemed pretty well lit and he contemplated maybe going up to the roof and quickly decided that, although he would most likely have a better chance of seeing stars up there, there would be little chance of running into anybody else. He didn't necessarily want to be alone but he didn't know anyone well enough to seek them out. He found a spot out in the middle off to the side and figured he might be able to see some of the brighter stars. He set up his blanket and stared at the stars going over the day in his head.
Since he was alone he spoke his thoughts out loud so that he could hear how stupid he was. "Well you put your foot in it this time didn't you. Finally, get around people where you don't have to hide and what do you do? Basically, try to force them to fit some image you had your head of everyone being happy and getting along. You have to remember they have their own issues. you probably pushed them all away. You have no idea what they have been through to get here and they don't know you from Adam. And what was that stuff you were spouting at lunch. Did you even have a point or were you just too tired to keep your damn mouth shut. You knew better than to push yourself that hard. Dad doesn't have to alienate you do a fine job of that ALL BY YOURSELF." He grab a peanut butter cup and popped it his mouth. Taking a moment to look up a couple stars shown in the sky but not enough to make out constellations. Grabbing a soda to wash down the peanut butter. He went on berating himself. "You haven't even been here a full day. Stop judging people....stop trying so damn hard to help people before you even know if they want help. AND DEFINITELY stop thinking you have all the answers." with that he took a breathe and laid back on the blanket; he could almost make out Orion now. "Next a time I look at stars I am going to try the roof"
Matt followed Una and Nik taking everything in as they walked. He noticed Daneila had come along as well. He stopped for a second when Una seemed fixed on something behind them and looked for himself. Someone was watching them; no wait her, what was it about her that had everyone on edge? Matt casually placed himself in front of the mans gaze. Giving Una a troubled look he said "Where's what coming from? You alright?"as Nik asked where they were from. He let Daniela answer first before adding, "I am from Waco Tx, we have our fair share of crazies there but it's home and most of the people are alright I guess. Come to think of it..it's been a couple years since I have had a chance to really talk to anyone outside my family. This was necessary becuase my abilities can be triggered by touch and they are usually quite apparent. So if any of you are huggers, I am not." Matt glanced back to at the group acrossed they way. The strange man still seemed to be watching. Keeping his voice level Matt went on. "So are they the staff or something?" Matting then gave a shrug as if he didn't really care and again changed the subject turning to Daniela. "So Sparkles whats your real name or do you mind if I keep calling you Sparkles? I for one do not care whats on the menu foods always a good thing."
Matts stomach rumbled as he watched the loud one storm off.I hope she realises she can't escape herself. Looking around the room he noticed everyone was still on edge. He clapped his gloved hands together with a muffle thud; put on his best smile, and address everyone that remained with all the false bravado he could muster.
"Okay, well it doesn't look like any staff are here so I think it's safe to say I have missed the assembly and this little chat is getting us nowhere. So since I have been up since last night hopping plane to plane I plan to catch a bite to eat then do some unpacking and catch some sleep. Looking forward to meeting everyone in a better mood if any of you care to join me for lunch I would appreciate the company. Just a couple quick questions though. First off is there a fast way to the lunch room? Secondly, is this a regular thing I haven't had a chance to look over any pamphlets or books yet? We do have those right?" He started toward the door not expecting any answers careful not to touch anyone, his words seemingly getting faster had a nervous twinge. "I suppose it doesn't matter until Monday, but are there any hobby stores nearby? I had to leave my paints back home. Oh and don't worry about first impressions from me I'm not counting this one. What would I know anyway? I've only had my parents to talk to for the past two years."
It was a testament to how tired he was, he normally didn't babble on like this. He stopped just before the door and Una just in case someone had decided to join him. Looking at Una, "If it's alright by you..."he said as he let his growling stomach finish the sentence.
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