Soul Barter
Prologue
AN: Hey guys first story. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Kelly Armstrong owns it unfortunately. If I could I would love to own Derek.
Derek POV
"Heroes, kings, angels, gods, and sometimes devils. They all may seem different in every way possible but they normally have one thing in common. What would that be?" The teacher glares around the room to only see sheepish students and one half asleep.
With a very strict tone he stated loudly, "Derek do you mind telling me the linking factor in all of these groups?" It did not even stir the student who now head in hand sleeping soundly. The teacher walks over infuriated with his student who has shown no concern for his class. Clearing his throat he loudly states, "Mr. Souza would you like to tell me anything about these who are feared and revered in the society of their time?"
The teacher waits a moment before checking to see if this statement woke the student up. Seeing that it had no effect on the student, that is now drooling on desk and hearing laughter starting in the background. He walks back up towards his desk and with an evil grin says, "Well if Mr. Souza won't answer the question and only wants to sleep. Well he can sleep after scho-" at this moment the students head shoots up.
He loudly states, "I'm sorry for taking so long to think, Mr. Gormein. I think I know the answer now."
The teacher in disbelief looks at him and says, "Well ok what is it then?"
The student states, "Well at first I believed it was as you were saying, that they all were respected. However, the devils would not fit in this group. Then I thought maybe it was fear from those who say that they respect them but this does not seem right either. Then I found what I was looking for. It was not that others feared their power; it's that at one point or another they all abuse their power and turn away from the ideals that they first held. They abandoned the beliefs that they once held and purely focused on their own power. As gods became devils, kings became dethroned and beheaded, and heroes hurt those closest to them. In the end, they all fade away in time. The only thing left are the pictures and poems of when they were great."
The teacher was visibly shocked at the response given by a student that was asleep only two seconds ago. "That was very good, however, I will still see you after class." Mr. Gormein said as he looked at his watch to see only a few seconds left in class.
Derek just shrugs his shoulders and states, "This is what I mean about those abusing their power. He says he will let me go if I answered his question. I did and yet he still wants to punish me." Mr. Gormein flustered tries to respond, but the bell rings and all the students rush out quickly only having a few valuable seconds in between each class.
Derek storms out of the class with the rest of the students. Rushing down the hall all he can see is red bumping into people without a single care. Going faster and faster he felt like he was a cannonball going down the hall. Throwing open his locker and rummaging through his coat he grabs his smokes and a light. Slamming the locker so hard he could hear the things people had hanging on their lockers fall down. Trying his best not to crush his smokes, he walks down to the second floor bathroom and checks the stalls. Seeing that no one is around he opens the window, takes a deep breath and jumps out.
AN: Review and tell me what you guys think.