Waterly: Chapter One

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A school for mutants

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Waterly: Chapter One

Submitted: July 07, 2012

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“Crap crap crap crap,” I mutter as I rush down the halls.  I know I look like hell (feel like it, too).  I knew I shouldn’t have gone out last night.  It was stupid, and not like me at all.  I should have studied, like I promised myself I would.  It wasn’t smart, but being with Jason felt so right.  It still feels right.  I blush, remembering how warm he felt, pressed against me. I squeeze my eyes and try to get the tickling feeling out of my stomach.

I’m not allowed to feel this way.

My phone buzzes in the back pocket of my jeans, and I pull it out, trying not to spill papers everywhere. It’s a text from Jessie, one of my friends, asking where I am.  I groan as I pass a huge clock- only a few seconds left until class starts.  Crap.

Muttering, I hold out my hand in front of me as I run.  I close my eyes, and then open them again to a world entirely of purple.  The violet orb surrounding me picks up speed and I’m rushed down the hall, my sneakers a good 6 inches off the worn, wooden floorboards.  I come to a stop right outside a big oak door with the name K.C. Gelida embedded in the wall next to it.  I drop my hand and the force field disappears, bringing my feet back to the ground.  Yanking my bag up onto my shoulder and shoving my phone in my pocket, I tug open the heavy oak door a split second after the school bell rings.

My name is Samantha Brewer, and I am late for class.  Again.

I sneak to my seat in the back, trying as hard as possible not to make any noise.  Avoiding the stares from my classmates, I sink into my chair and scratch at the desk with my fingernail.  Avoiding the stares.  I always seem to be doing that.

“Samantha.” Slowly, I look up at the teacher, Ms. Gelida.  She has platinum blonde hair, pretty features, and ice blue eyes that can cut like knives when she needs them to.  Her words can be just as sharp, although she’s rarely harsh with us, and never a bully.  Ms. Gelida is one of my favorite teachers.  And, sadly, she has the misfortune of having me in her first period Geology class.

It’s not that I’m a bad student- I’m slightly above average, and hold a 92% in her class.  It’s just that I’m not a morning person.  At all.  Plenty of people claim this, that it’s hard to wake up.  And sure, mornings are rough.  But I have such severe night owl tendencies that I am literally not completely conscious until about an hour after I “wake up” from bed.  That’s not an exaggeration, either.  I usually don’t even remember my mornings (and there have been plenty of entertaining stories from that).

That’s why I feel bad for Ms. Gelida.  I really like her, and I really like her class, I’m just not usually able to wake up on time to go, and if I do, I’m usually not completely there.  I’ve had so many tardies and detentions, I don’t even know what number I’m on.  The school doctors have checked me over to see if maybe my sleep is wack, or it’s connected to my powers somehow.  But my ability is with force fields and stuff, not with sleeping.  So we’re all left scratching our heads, wondering what to do.  The doctors finally told me I was just tired, and that I need to overcome the early morning drowsiness, just like everyone else.

Maybe they’re right.  I certainly have tried.  But so far, I’m not making any progress.  And one more tardy slip means one more detention.  And one more detention means I get my city privileges revoked for the next two trips.  Which is bad for a number of reasons.

Ms. Gelida is looking at me expectantly.  The rest of the class is staring, and a couple girls at the front are snickering.  Stupid girls.  You come to a school full of mutants, who were all bullied, and then you make fun of everyone?  My face flushed, and I screw my mouth up, chewing on my lip. “Yeah?”

“Why are you late yet again, Miss Brewer?”  I shrug my shoulders and stare hard at the desk.  Her long, perfect, ice blue nails distract me as she leans against the wood.

“Look at me Samantha.” I meet her ice blue eyes again, and her face is softer, sympathetic.  I’d rather be screamed at and thrown out of class.  I hate when people feel bad for me.  Just because of my “situation.” I don’t need their sympathy.  That doesn’t help me.  Just about every kid in the school had a rough childhood, so I don’t know why they seem to think mine is especially awful.

“You do remember what I told you last time you were tardy, don’t you?  That you’d be given another detention, and your weekend city pass revoked?”  I really wish she’d talk a little quieter, so the girls by the door would stop laughing, and everyone would stop staring.

“Yes Ms. Gelida.”

“Then why are we tardy again?”  I hate when people say “we” instead of “you.”

“I… I was, uhm.. sleeping,” I mumble as I turn my head, trying to hide my face, which is no doubt cherry red.  “Sorry.”  I really am, too.  I wish I could just attend the stupid class.  It’s bad enough that I can barely focus on school with my ADHD, but at least then I’m actually in class.  I wish for a lot of things.  But I gave up on wishing a long time ago.

Ms. Gelida sighs, and writes a tardy slip at her desk.  Her high heels click on the wooden floor as she walks back to me, and hands me the slip.  I know the drill, she doesn’t even have to say anything.

Picking up my bag, I catch Jessie’s eye.  She shrugs, helpless.  I know she wants to help. But there’s really nothing she can do.  I silently walk past the giggling, snickering girls and turn the door knob.  But before I reach it, I catch some of their words.

“Yeah, her Dad abused her, I think, and her Mom dumped her on the streets.  I feel bad, but I mean… It explains a lot,” says she blonde one, producing another wave of laughter in the posse.  I’m paused at the door, hand on the knob.  Fury is building up inside me, and I feel like my chest is going to explode.  What the heck to they know?  They don’t know me, they don’t know my life!  Who are they to judge, who are they to guess at what I’ve been through?!  My face is turning red, but this time with anger.  My grip tightens on the brass knob until my knuckles turn white.  I feel something click inside me, like a lighter being flicked on.  My heart burns with fire, and my blood pulses. A flash of orange light flashes across my eyes, temporarily blinding me.

One of the girls screams, and I can hear the chairs fall and hit the floor as they jump up from their seats.  I turn around, and their desk is on fire.  Ms. Gelida turns from the board at the front of the classroom, and I can see the surprise on her face.

Oh crap.

Ms. Gelida points her finger and the desk becomes enveloped in a case of ice.  The stupid little girls are cowering on the other side of the classroom.  Ms. Gelida turns to the class, and a silence falls over the students.  I yank open the door and get out of there as fast as I can.

I’m practically running down the hall to the Headmaster’s.  Crap, crap, crap.  Something like this has happened in every school I’ve been in.  A bathroom blows up.  A teacher’s car ends up in flames up a tree.  The school mascot spontaneously combusts.  The whole cheerleading squad’s hair catches on fire.  I’ve been kicked out of just about every high school in the New York Metropolitan area.  I’ve been through so many schools, I’ve lost count.

But this wasn’t supposed to happen again.  Not here.  Not at Waterly.  Not at a school built for people with powers.  I shake my head, trying not to panic, but I feel it creeping on me like the tide.  I have nowhere else to go.  I can’t get kicked out.

I stop in the hallway, and breathe in and out, in and out, trying to calm myself.  I’m still shaking, but I start listing the facts in my head.  They don’t know who caught the desk on fire.  They don’t know that part of my abilities.  I’m not going to get kicked out yet.  I just need to control myself.  Control my powers, control my emotions.  In, out, breathe in, breathe out. 

I get myself calm enough to continue towards the Headmaster’s office.  Down three hallways, up two flights of stairs, down more hallways.  It’s a huge school, tucked away in the Applachian Mountains.  The nearest town is several hours away, and very few people live in the mountains.  Away from anyone that would want to harm us, I suppose.  Or away from anyone that we could harm. 

I step into the Glass Hallway.  I don’t know why the school couldn’t have come up with a better name than “the Glass Hallway.” I mean, it’s not very imaginative.  I don’t get the point of naming hallways anyway, but whatever.  The long hall connects the rest of the huge school, which is built into the side of a mountain, to the little house nestled in another mountain.  So it’s really more like a bridge than a hall.  But here’s the thing: it’s made entirely of glass (thus the name),and it’s suspended in the air.  No supports whatsoever, besides where it attaches to either building. 

I dunno how the hell they built this thing, but the height is enough to make me dizzy.  Below the bridge is a huge drop, the space between the mountains.  It’s a loooooong way down.  I guess the Headmaster, Mr. Auburn, isn’t afraid of heights.  Thank God I’m not either, I go to his office so often.  Although, even if I were to fall, I’d always be able to support myselfwith a force field.  Once, you know, I got over the fact that I’m falling to my death, and focused.

It’s a long walk, from one mountain to another.  The Glass Hallway is certainly the longest hallway I’ve ever been in.  But I rather like it.  Gives me time to think.  I feel like I’m floating above the world, that it can’t touch me, can’t hurt me from here.  The glass provides a wonderful view of the lake, football field, and other facilities of the school.  I vaguely wonder how they keep the windows so clean, since we’re in a forested area.  It’s beautiful out here.  Just us mutants, left in peace.  It’s wonderful.  Out here we can’t be picked on, harassed, killed.  I think with regular humans, they don’t care too much about us as long as we leave them alone.  That’s fine with me.  No one really has a high tolerance for mutants. 

After a long time of walking, I finally reach the door to the Headmaster’s quarters.  I knock, and the wooden door slides up into the ceiling.  The whole school looks really old and classy, but it’s actually pretty high-tech.  I wonder once again how Mr. Auburn had the money to build the place.  But I’d give any amount of money to build a safe-haven for mutants, too, if I had the means and Waterly didn’t exist.  As of right now, Waterly is the only one in the whole world.

I walk through the foyer, which has wooden floorboards, and ornate portraits of important-looking people, just like the school.  Setting down my backpack, I take in the elegant crystal chandelier and stare at the ornately-carved ceiling.  It’s a beautiful home. 

Mrs. Souze is at her desk in the study down the hall, as usual.  I poke my head in.  She doesn’t even look up at me, just says “He’s in his office.  Go ahead,” and continues typing something on her keyboard with her long, blood red nails.  Such a social young thing.  I make my way further down the hall, trying to think of a way to keep my weekend city pass.  Chewing my lip, I think of what’s at stake.  The whole plan could fall to shambles if I don’t fix this.  Everything we’ve worked on for so long.  Months of hard work and research, all ruined because I’m not a morning person. 

At the end of the long hallway (I swear, that’s all these buildings are, hallways), I come to the doors of the Headmaster’s office.  They’re huge, glossy, and wooden, like just about everything else at Waterly.  At the push of a little button concealed in the paneling, the door on the right swings open.  I step into the circular room.

Mr. Auburn’s office is completely different than the rest of the school.  The floors are still wooden, but they’re darker and glossier, the color of coffee.  Half the walls are a steel gray, and the opposite side of the room has walls of glass.  The Headmaster’s desk and chair are steel, and sit towards the window.  In the middle of the room are a couple gray sofas and a long, steel coffee table.  Along the gray walls are low, wooden bookcases that match the floorboards.  There’s a chandelier of gray branches and candles hanging in the center of the room, but most of the light seems to come from outside.

Mr. Auburn is standing at the window, gazing at the beautiful scenery before him.  The Headmaster wears his trademark black business suit, his thinning steel-gray hair combed back as always.  He looks to be in his sixties, but I always get the feeling like he’s older.  Mr. Auburn turns and looks straight at me with his dark eyes.  They’re the same color as the floor.  Today his tie is a dark green, like the color of an evergreen tree.  Last time, it was a deep red.  You can tell that he used to be handsome, you know, when he was younger.  High cheekbones, strong eyes, confident smile; he has all the looks of a king.  And perhaps he is.  King of mutants.

“How are you, Samantha?” he smiles kindly, and sits in his chair.  I dig the note out of my pocket and drop it in a little cup next to his compute.  Mr. Auburn beckons at another chair in front of his desk, which I take a seat in.

“I’m doing good sir, yourself?”

“Just fine, just fine.  So what brings you to my office today?” he folds his hands on his desk and waits, still smiling.  I fidget.

“Well, uhm, I got another detention for tardiness.  Ms. Gelida said that my weekend pass will be revoked…” my voice trails off and I fidget some more, concentrating hard on an old scar on my hand.

“Ah, I see.  And why have you been late to class so many times, Samantha?” More fidgeting.

“I can’t wake up on time, sir,” I answer sheepishly.  I hate that excuse, because it sounds so stupid, but it’s the truth.  The Headmaster nods his head understandingly.

“Yes, I remember you talking to me about this before.  Have you tried setting numerous alarms, everything we discussed?”

“Yes sir.  I’ve been trying very, very hard to wake up on time for class.  I go to bed very early.  I just can’t seem to be able to wake up.  I don’t want to miss class, I just can’t seem to get up for it.” I look back down at my hands.  This is so stupid.

“Oh, I believe you.  I know you’re trying, Samantha.  Tell me, have you noticed a fluctuation in your powers?” I look back up at his face, but I can’t read it. Where is this going?

“Sir?”

“Have your abilities grown stronger?  I know you’re able to produce force fields and such.  Have you recently begun to sustain them longer, or make them bigger or stronger?”

“Oh, uh, a little bit sir, but not noticeably.  Our powers grow with our age, don’t they?”

“Yes they do, and die down when we get older.” He spreads his hands on the table. “Sometimes we get mutants that don’t start out with a lot of powers, or that start out with moderate abilities.  Then sudden, rapid growth of their powers in the teen years occur, and the child can end up being very, very powerful indeed.  The sudden burst of growth can result in extreme fatigue, as it is a very draining thing  to grow.” He smiles.

“Well I haven’t noticed any sudden change in my powers,” I lied.  I hadn’t noticed a lot of change with my energy abilities, no.  But my other abilities, my secret powers… I felt them getting stronger inside of me every day.  So if I even got just a little mad, something would happen.  A desk catching on fire, for instance.  Mr. Auburn stares at me for a minute.

“Very well.  Either way, detentions are detentions, and your teacher made the consequences clear.  So your city pass is revoked for the next two trips.”  Mr. Auburn stands up and walks back to the glass wall.  Two birds fly by, twittering and playing together.  Jason suddenly pops into my head, but I push him aside.

“Uhm, sir, I don’t mean to be disrespectful or anything, but is there something I could do?  Maybe help out a teacher or something, anything, I don’t know, to keep my pass?” The Headmaster turns and looks at me curiously.  He studies me a second time.  I start fidgeting again.

“I don’t have anything in mind right now, but if I find som way for you to make it up, I will let you know.  But only because I know you’re honestly trying, and not just skipping class.” I let out my breath.  It’s better than nothing.

“Thank you, Mr. Auburn.”

“Not a problem, my dear.” He once more directs his gaze outside.  I sit and wait to be dismissed.  But the man continues to study the landscape.  After a couple uncomfortable minutes, Mr. Auburn looks at me.  “You may return to class now, Samantha.”  He smiles and turns back to the window.

“Uhm, okay, thank you, sir.” I leave and walk back down the hall, say hi to Mrs. Souza, promptly get ignored, and leave the building.  Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I begin the long walk back through the Glass Hallway.

I’m thinking about what will happen if I can’t go to the city on the next trip.  Jason pops in my head again, and this time I don’t try to push him out.  Jason… his arms, his hands all over me, slow and gentle… The fluttery feeling comes back into my stomach.  The feeling I’m not supposed to have.

I look out the windows at the forest below, unsuccessfully attempting to get Jason out of my head, just like I have ever since I first met him.  The morning light is bright, and it’s even brighter in my eyes as it reflects off the glass.  So when I see two specks moving around in the sky, too big to be birds, I think it’s just a trick of the light.

As the shapes move closer, however, I see that they’re no illusion.  Tgese aren’t birds, these shapes diving and rising, and diving again.  I wonder if they’re kids skipping class, or maybe a private flying lesson for a student.  But they don’t seem to be using any sort of wind power to levitate, and I don’t know of any telekinetic mutants powerful enough to lift themselves for so long.  Their movements are erratic and random, as though they’re wrestling in the air.

The two large shapes get closer, and I can see them more clearly.  The bigger one is a deep red color, with huge, batlike wings spanning well over 15 feet.  The winged creature looks like how I would picture Satan to appear: curved red horns, claws as long as kitchen knives, at least ten feet tall, and a long, spiked tail.  The creature seems to be attacking the smaller shape, which looks like… Well, it looks like a teenage boy.  But that doesn’t make sense.  I don’t know of anyone that can fly for so long without wings.

Then again, I don’t see winged devils all that often, either.

The red creature claws, bites, and hits at the boy, who seems to switch between clinging on to the beast and flying, as though he can’t support himself in the air for very long.  They grapple with each other, dipping down and rising skywards again, over and over, each fighting for power.  They’re moving closer and closer.

It’s not until I can see the Satan creatures glowing yellow eyes that I realize exactly just how close they are.  With one strong, swift movement, the Satan creature swings its tail and whacks the boy in the back.  He goes flying through the air, straight towards (guess who) me.  I stumble backwards just in time, as the boy comes crashing through the glass wall.  He hits the other wall with a thud, and then the floor, sending cracks all along the glass tunnel.

The boy is bruised, bleeding, and apparently unconscious.  He’s turned so I can’t see his face, but his back has huge claw marks extending from his shoulders to his hips, and his hands look burnt.  I assume that his front side doesn’t look all that much better.  One arm is completely soaked in blood, smudging the glass he lays on.  I’m frozen in place, staring at the kid. What the hell- my thoughts are interrupted by a huge shattering noise, as the Satan creature bursts through the floor.  Time seems to slow down as his yellow eyes meet my gray ones and he growls, before taking off through the ceiling.

I scream before I even realize I’m falling.  I’ve always hated roller coasters, and free-falling feels like you’re on the biggest coaster frop you can imagine, except ten times worse because you don’t have anything to hold on to.  I look down, and see the forest below becoming clearer and clearer…

My mind suddenly snaps to attention.  I close my eyes, hold out my hand, and I suddenly feel myself stop falling.  I open my eyes to a purple world for the second time today.  I barely have a chance to sigh with relief before I remember the boy.  Frantically, I search for him.  There! He’s close to the trees, much too close.  The boy is falling so fast I can barely keep up.  I close my eyes again, concentrating harder than I ever remember doing.  I feel a tug in my stomach, and my body starts to ache.  MY eyes pop open… the boy is nowhere to be seen.

That’s when I really start panicking.  I’m turning around and around, looking everywhere for the kid.  Where did he go?!  Where has he gone?!  He couldn’t have reached the trees that fast!  The force field is flickering now, and I can feel myself getting dizzy, but I barely notice the growing fatigue in my panicked state.  I’m still looking for the boy, crying now, trying to find him.

I hear someone yelling from above me.  As I lift my head, something rams me in the side, fast and hard.  Pain rushes through my whole body, and I feel myself flying through the air.  I can feel something cold and sharp clutching my arms, and the wind is blowing my blonde hair all around, so it whips my face.  I open my eyes to see what has hold of me, and I scream.  It’s the Satan creature.  It’s evil, yellow eyes are the last thing I see before I black out.


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