Prologue part 1
My head was pounding. It felt like a jackhammer breaking open my skull. My eyes forced themselves open and only saw darkness. As I was about to shout out the lights flickered on. Looking around I put together that I was in a classroom. "Where the hell? Where am I? Who am I?" I wracked my brain for a solid five minutes before remembering. "Tybalt, Tybalt Skyfall." Smiling as the memories came back. "Yea. I'm Tybalt Skyfall, ty, the ultimate psychoanalyst" a sense of accomplishment washed over me at this one victory in this confusing situation.
Now came the next problem, where is this place? Why am I here? Looking around I could assume that it was a school considering I was in a classroom. But what school was it? The Answer to which I was completely in the dark. Looking around the classroom I saw a projector, a whiteboard, and a bunch of desks. One of which I was sitting at. "So far it's just a normal classroom" I thought to myself.
But then the windows caught my eye. They were all barred up, like windows in a prison. This was more unnerving then confusing. "Are they trying to keep something out? Or are they..." I shook my head pushing the thought from my mind. No, whoever was running the school wouldn't want to keep whoever was here captive. Right? I convinced myself for the moment that the bars were for our safety.
Suddenly the projector whirred to life and a message appeared on the board. "Meet in the gym at 8:00". "8:00 huh?" I thought looking to the clock. It was currently 7:55. Five minutes to find the gym and hopefully someone else.
As I exited the classroom I looked up and down the hallway. For a school it was pretty run down. The floors were dirty, the lockers were rusty, and the lights were so old they were dimming. Thank god it was the daytime otherwise I wouldn't be able to see a thing. I passed the girls bathroom on the way to the gym and peaked inside taking a look in the mirror to see if I could gauge how much time has passed due to the growth of my hair.
After some examination I concluded that not much time has passed since the shaved sides of my head haven't grown too much. Barely grown at all actually. The design of each part of the brain still visible. And the dye was still in its muted color-coded style. From frontal lobe to cerebellum everything was in its place. And the Mohawk like style to the rest of my hair was pulled back in a ponytail reaching the mid back of my torso. A light colored Chapstick coating my lips gave them a pop of color but there was no other makeup.
I examined the rest of my body in the mirror. My cropped hoodie which said "too much dope makes you schizo" was loose on my curvier body, but it wasn't unflattering in any way. I had earrings that resembled the model of a nerve receptor. And my blue shorts had a gold embroidery of a soundwave of what I could assume was a bell based on the theme of the outfit so far. I smiles as I remembered the studies on Pavlov I read as I looked down at the rest of my legs. I had some normal thigh high white socks and some combat boots with a triangle with 5 different levels. "Maslow's hagiarchy of needs" I thought before looking to the bracelet on my wrist a pair of devil horns held by what seemed to be lightning. I laughed as I thought of Milgram, the so called 'devil of psychology'. But the thing that I couldn't place was a shark tooth necklace that was tucked under my hoodie. I couldn't place it or remember where I got it. I pushed my confusion to the back of my mind.
After examining myself I quickly left the girls bathroom and went back to looking for the gym. Usually schools had directional signs, right? Where were the ones for this school? As I rushed around I finally found my way to the gym. I was a minute or so late but that shouldn't be a problem right? The doors were tall and wide. With a bit of effort the door opened and I looked inside.
Inside there were 17 other students waiting who all turned their attention to me as soon as the door started to creak open. "She makes 18 of us. A bit low but I think she's the last one." A girl with bright turquoise hair said. "yea that seems right." Said a girl who seemed to be a sister of the other only with a deep brown head of hair and a rose motif all across her clothing. She looked like a ballerina. Putting together that that must be her talent I looked around the room to the people talking amongst themselves.
As I observed the others a tall thin boy, more than likely no taller than 6ft and that's being generous, made his way over to me. "Hey, did you wake up in a dark classroom?" He asked. "Yea. It was weird" I replied as he started to look lost in thought. "And you're an ultimate right?" He asked looking over me. I shoved my hands into my pockets being a bit uncomfortable under the gaze of this stranger. "Yes, I'm Tybalt Skyfall. But call me ty. I'm the ultimate psychoanalyst" I said a bit quieter due to the observation. The boy seemed to pick up on my unease as he gave a reassuring smile and adjusted his glasses. "Sorry about that. Just making sure that you were alright. Here I'll introduce myself so it's a bit less awkward. I'm Xavier Gates, and no not that Gates, the ultimate computer scientist." He said holding out his hand. After a firm handshake I felt a bit at ease.
"So is everyone here an ultimate?" I asked looking back over the group. "Yea. We're introducing ourselves right now. It's quite a unique group of people." He said with a slight laugh. "I'll take you around and introduce you to everybody if you want." He said. I nodded accepting the offer and we walked over to the group.
We first ran into the sisters who had addressed my entrance. "Hey you two." Xavier said to get the attention of the girls. "Hey there Xavier. Who's the new girl?" The sister with the bright hair asked. I gave my introduction and the sisters followed suit. The dark-haired girl introduced herself first. "My name is Rose Vine, I'm the ultimate ballerina." She said with a welcoming smile. I was glad to see that my assumption on her talent was right. But it wasn't hard to miss. Her outfit practically screamed ballet. With a light pink tutu and fabric rose petals making up her top.
Then her sister introduced herself. She flipped her brightly dyed hair back with flourish, "my name is Ivy Vine, the ultimate social media influence." She said with confidence "it's your honor I'm sure" she said with a pleasant smile. Her outfit after looking at it again I was surprised I didn't guess what her talent was before. The colors of her outfit all blended together with the colors of all different social media sites. She looked photo ready at all time and had a star presence about her.
Xavier and I moved onto the next person. A tall man who looked like he was straight out of a Woodstock concert. "Xavier my dude." The man said turning around. I promptly introduced myself and he did the same. "I'm Dustin. No last name, I'm the ultimate hippie dude." He said. Despite his seemingly stoner disposition he was pleasant. The next person we talked to seemed to be a tall woman in a sparkly bejeweled dress. But you know what they say about assumptions. And mine was wrong. After I introduced myself they smiled and said in a deeper voice then I expected "call me by my stage name. Anna drogany, or Anna for short. I'm the ultimate drag queen." They said with an almost motherly smile.
Afterwards we walked over to two people who were talking. A taller man who had pulled his hair into a man bun and a shorter girl with a top hat and looked like a performer. With my introduction out of the way the girl stepped forward with a flourish of her hand and bowed "Kinzie Luden, I'm the ultimate ringmaster. A pleasure to preform for you." She says with a smile that could pull even P.T. Barnam into a deal. With a tuxedo vest and purple shirt, it was surprising to see shorts that barely went mid-thigh and fishnets being the rest of her outfit. Much less high heels but there they were. She was an interesting character to say the least.
The man soon followed with his introduction. Grabbing my hand in his gently he smiled "I'm Jerome Kalani, the ultimate stand-up comedian." The way he talked made me sure that he was a major flirt of some Level. With that, and his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt showing off his fit body I was immediately flustered. He gave a laugh. "Sorry guess I came on a bit too strong. I'm just used to a warmer climate so that's why my shirt is unbuttoned." He said shaking my hand gently. I averted my eyes and nodded saying my goodbyes as I was taken to the next group by Xavier.
Composing myself I introduced myself to the next person who seemed to have vitiligo. "Hi there! I'm Anna radloff, the ultimate competitive diver." She said enthusiastically shaking my hand. She was wearing a fastskin suit, and a varsity jacket that said hopes peak academy. "Hopes peak? Where have I heard that before?" I thought to myself as I moved to talk to the next person.
The next introduction I gave was to a boy wearing gloves, A heavy duty apron, and a set of goggles. Obviously, a quiet kid his introduction was quick and quiet. "I'm Carson Cole, the ultimate mortician." He said with a quick wave before going back to thinking to himself. I turned a bit before a girl in what seemed to be a vocaloid dress walked over. Her hair was in low pigtails and she carries a notebook covered in stickers. She introduced herself first "I'm Arietta Cadence, the ultimate songwriter. Although I don't know why. I just played around with a voice program." She said starting to ramble before catching herself and allowing me to give my introduction.
After that we walked over to the next group. First talking to a girl with a button purse and heels that seemed to have sewing machine parts as the heel. "Hello I'm Irine Smith, the ultimate seamstress" She was a short but stout girl. Next was a rather aggressive looking boy with a long ponytail and a trench coat that had patches sewn onto it. "The name is Marcus Lane... the ultimate sociologist" he seemed cold and calculating and obviously unsocial. He turned away as soon as he said his piece as a cue for us to move on. Next was a short put together boy wearing a sweater vest with a tree on it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Garret Kingsman, the ultimate genealogist." He almost seemed too young to be in high school. But he seemed like a nice enough boy.
The next few seemed to be a calmer group. A girl who was almost as pretty as a doll walked over and introduced herself. "I'm Abigail Lincoln, the ultimate dollmaker, but please call me Abby," she said. Not a single thing was out of place with her. Next was a taller man who looked like he hadn't slept in days. His long ponytail was unkempt and he slouched carrying a huge art portfolio with him. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Jason fawn. The ultimate storyboard artist." His scruffy beard and tired demeanor made him seem approachable.
The last two were a unique set. A short girl with a straight bob haircut and a sweater dress who was almost hiding behind a taller boy who looked like he could punch all your teeth out with one hit. The boy introduced himself first. "My name is Blake Hoffman, I'm the ultimate criminal." He said with a toothy grin. All the unease from earlier came back instantly when he smiled. I managed not to show my fear but somehow, I felt like he could still pick up on what I was feeling. Then the girl introduced herself. "I'm Kim Ling. The ultimate poet" she said politely but also timidly. She didn't seem like she had much of an opinion on anything if I was being honest.
After all the introductions were wrapped up we all looked around at each other. "So. Does anyone know where we are?" Jerome asked. Everyone looked around no one having an answer. That's when we heard it. That annoyingly high-pitched voice dripping with despair.