A young man of lean build stood near the bus stop, not caring to sit down on the bench. His ponytail was a solid black, though he did have a small streak of silver running through it's center. He wore an earring of a skull, and had the same skull image on his chest, not centered, but towards his left. His shirt was black, save for the skull image, which was embroidered in silver. His ripped jeans were also black, and he wore black cowboy boots.
The most exceptional part of his appearance was his eyes. His eyes had red irises, which stood out in stark contrast to his clothes and his pale white skin.
He held a small piece of paper. It was creased, ripped, and had a few smudges of some unidentifiable substance, most likely dried blood. The words written on it were still legible, however, and the young man read them yet again, even though he had practically memorized the entire letter.
"To William,
My name is not important. But there is something that is important. I have discovered your amazing abilities and would like to help you use them.
I'm currently forming a team of people like you. I don't want to say too much, in case this letter falls into the wrong hands. However, if you are at all interested, take the nearest bus out to the mall. I'll be waiting for you by the east entrance. We can talk there.
I'll be wearing a red suit so you can identify me. Be there on the twentieth, this Saturday. If you don't come, I'll simply assume you're not interested and will never bother you again.
Come Saturday, one o'clock. Don't be late."
The letter was unsigned, and William wasn't quite sure if he was doing the right thing or if he was walking into a trap. Either way, he decided it was worth the risk to be with people who might understand him, be able to help him...
The bus pulled up and he got on. Finding a seat near the back, he was all too aware of the people who turned to stare and then looked away quickly. It didn't bother him any more. He was getting more and more used to the way society managed to operate.
The bus began driving, and William read the letter over again, just to be doing something. Having nothing to do on a bus was the most boring thing he could think of, not to mention the most awkward.
He continued reading the letter until heard the bus driver announce his stop. He dropped his money into the machine and hurried off the bus towards the mall, trying to find the east entrance and the man in the red suit.
It was rather easy. Much easier than he had imagined it would be. It was Saturday, meaning sales at the mall, meaning crowds at the mall. But the only people who were there were teenagers like himself, all wearing black or a white shirt with a picture on it. The man in the red suit stuck out like a sore thumb.
William walked towards him, unsure of how to meet this man. He didn't need to be so worried, however. The man recognized him and waved him over. When William got close enough, the man motioned for silence and walked towards the parking lot. He went to a black and got in, motioning for William to do the same.
"William. Nice to see you again."
William was startled. Again? He didn't remember the first time.
"Nervous, eh?" The man chuckled. "Don't be. Trust me. I'll take you down to our building and you can get comfortable. I see you didn't bring anything with you. Oh, well. We can always go back and get whatever you need. Or buy it."
William wasn't feeling comfortable enough to talk, and the man recognized this. He smiled slightly and put the car in reverse. Pulling out of the parking garage, he spoke for what would be the last time of this road trip.
"Listen, I just need you to do one thing. If you see two motorcycles together, just duck down in your seat. I'll explain when we get to our building, I promise." Then the man turned on the radio and hummed for the rest of the trip, which only took about fifteen minutes.
But throughout the trip, William didn't see even a single motorcycle. He was sort of relieved to pull up towards a large building. There was nothing in the area except for a stone wall that ran around the grounds of a huge building.
The man pressed a button on his steering wheel and the gates to the area swung open, then closed automatically as he went through. He pulled to the front of the building, which was a semi-circular staircase with old-fashioned pillars. The huge double doors seemed intimadating as William got out of the car.
The man also stepped out and allowed the waiting butler to drive the car away, probably to a parking area.
"Welcome to the Academy, William. If you accept what I have to offer, you'll be my first student."
Somewhat flattered, William followed the man inside, where he explained everything before showing William to a room on the fifth floor that was absolutely huge. After all the anticipation and the events of the day, William fell asleep quickly, even though it was a mere six-thirty PM, Eastern Standard Time.
The most exceptional part of his appearance was his eyes. His eyes had red irises, which stood out in stark contrast to his clothes and his pale white skin.
He held a small piece of paper. It was creased, ripped, and had a few smudges of some unidentifiable substance, most likely dried blood. The words written on it were still legible, however, and the young man read them yet again, even though he had practically memorized the entire letter.
"To William,
My name is not important. But there is something that is important. I have discovered your amazing abilities and would like to help you use them.
I'm currently forming a team of people like you. I don't want to say too much, in case this letter falls into the wrong hands. However, if you are at all interested, take the nearest bus out to the mall. I'll be waiting for you by the east entrance. We can talk there.
I'll be wearing a red suit so you can identify me. Be there on the twentieth, this Saturday. If you don't come, I'll simply assume you're not interested and will never bother you again.
Come Saturday, one o'clock. Don't be late."
The letter was unsigned, and William wasn't quite sure if he was doing the right thing or if he was walking into a trap. Either way, he decided it was worth the risk to be with people who might understand him, be able to help him...
The bus pulled up and he got on. Finding a seat near the back, he was all too aware of the people who turned to stare and then looked away quickly. It didn't bother him any more. He was getting more and more used to the way society managed to operate.
The bus began driving, and William read the letter over again, just to be doing something. Having nothing to do on a bus was the most boring thing he could think of, not to mention the most awkward.
He continued reading the letter until heard the bus driver announce his stop. He dropped his money into the machine and hurried off the bus towards the mall, trying to find the east entrance and the man in the red suit.
It was rather easy. Much easier than he had imagined it would be. It was Saturday, meaning sales at the mall, meaning crowds at the mall. But the only people who were there were teenagers like himself, all wearing black or a white shirt with a picture on it. The man in the red suit stuck out like a sore thumb.
William walked towards him, unsure of how to meet this man. He didn't need to be so worried, however. The man recognized him and waved him over. When William got close enough, the man motioned for silence and walked towards the parking lot. He went to a black and got in, motioning for William to do the same.
"William. Nice to see you again."
William was startled. Again? He didn't remember the first time.
"Nervous, eh?" The man chuckled. "Don't be. Trust me. I'll take you down to our building and you can get comfortable. I see you didn't bring anything with you. Oh, well. We can always go back and get whatever you need. Or buy it."
William wasn't feeling comfortable enough to talk, and the man recognized this. He smiled slightly and put the car in reverse. Pulling out of the parking garage, he spoke for what would be the last time of this road trip.
"Listen, I just need you to do one thing. If you see two motorcycles together, just duck down in your seat. I'll explain when we get to our building, I promise." Then the man turned on the radio and hummed for the rest of the trip, which only took about fifteen minutes.
But throughout the trip, William didn't see even a single motorcycle. He was sort of relieved to pull up towards a large building. There was nothing in the area except for a stone wall that ran around the grounds of a huge building.
The man pressed a button on his steering wheel and the gates to the area swung open, then closed automatically as he went through. He pulled to the front of the building, which was a semi-circular staircase with old-fashioned pillars. The huge double doors seemed intimadating as William got out of the car.
The man also stepped out and allowed the waiting butler to drive the car away, probably to a parking area.
"Welcome to the Academy, William. If you accept what I have to offer, you'll be my first student."
Somewhat flattered, William followed the man inside, where he explained everything before showing William to a room on the fifth floor that was absolutely huge. After all the anticipation and the events of the day, William fell asleep quickly, even though it was a mere six-thirty PM, Eastern Standard Time.