Title: UVA
Author: Princess Geta
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Sky High or any of it's characters, but UVA and it's character's are mine.
Summary: Royal Pain's far fetched idea of creating a Villain Academy may have not been so far fetched after all, one does exist stirring from underneath the earth's surface. For all those that attend the Underground Villain Academy (UVA) hope is nonexistent, cruelness is expected, and a normal life style is unheard of. The students there live with strict guidelines and go through life waiting to graduate to become Villains. Six students cant do it anymore and attempt to escape.
Authors Note: UVA is going to be a lot like Sky high except for the material that they teach and whatnot, their lifestyles are going to be obviously different. This is a sky high fic so don't worry Sky high characters are going to come into the story eventually. Anything overly confusing go ahead and ask I'll try to clarify it all as much as possible but most of the stuff is going to be explained in the fic itself at some points. Any criticism to helpful suggestions are completely welcome, but please no flames I'm just letting out a weird idea I had.
UVA
the Underground Villain Academy
prologue:
"Should we put a stop to this?" A six-foot tall, scruffy looking man asked his companion beside him; the two standing far back against the wall of the school's large forum, watching two kids throwing themselves at each other from different tables, with varying degrees of amusement.
"Naw, what for?" The second man asked rhetorically. "They ain't going to do much harm, why bring the little runts unnecessary trouble." He stated more than asked.
The first man glanced at him with a smile, knowing that his friend was probably just saying that because he wanted to avoid filling out the paper work for the incident; as opposed to not reporting this of the goodness of his heart. Hank, the second man noticed the expression his friend was carrying and elbowed him playfully. "What? You don't believe me? I can be a good guy A.J." He attempted to convince with a sly grin that said otherwise. He crossed his bulky arms in front of his chest loosely, turning his attention back to the scuffle, where other students were quickly gathering.
"They only have a couple of minutes left anyway." He reasoned calmly. A.J looked over at the clock tower in the center of the the forum and nodded in agreement. The noises from the fight drew his attention again and he turned to look - but not at the two pre-teen students fighting; instead his eyes drifted to the students who surrounded the fighters. Some sat, unperturbed by the fighting and continued to eat their lunches; others stood atop tables and chairs, throwing their fists in the air or cupping their hands around their mouths shouting their approval when they struck a particularly good hit.
"OOH!" The second guy exclaimed, grinning. "I did not see that coming..." AJ turned his eyes back to the fighting kids; the younger of the two pre-teens having just swiped a hit at the taller boy with a plastic spork hidden in his closed fist, drawing blood. "Clever little buggers aren't they?" AJ's companion asked him, failing to notice he was more disturbed than amused by the move.
"Come-on Hank," AJ argued, "Any blood spilled we have to stop." Hank breathed out a long and annoyed sigh, as he looked over his clearly worried friend, before nodding. He had started to take a step forward, when a loud bell rang. Hank grinned up at the ceiling, turning back to his friend. "Well there ya go," Hank said easily to the second man, not at all surprised to see all the students stop immediately and quickly leave the forum in an orderly fashion for the next few minutes.
Hank walked through the empty forum, calmly looking around with some disdain at the surrounding mess. "Filthy little pigs," He muttered with disgust as he lightly kicked at a stray milk carton. "It always amazes me how fast these brats can mess up this place." Hank said to his companion, still quietly walking a few feet beside him.
"Doesn't matter to me, as long as we don't have to clean it up." A.J replied, signaling with a thumb to Hank's blinking beeper on his hip. "Looks like you've got a page." Hank looked down at his beeper, groaning, he gave his friend one pat on the back before heading in the opposite direction. "Where you going?" A.J asked curiously.
"Office calling, they probably need someone to hand out messages." Hank said with a shake of his head. "I'm telling you A.J, stuff like this make's me regret not having taken my classes more seriously in '94." Hank hollered as he walked away backwards, thinking of the year he should have graduated along with the rest of his UVA Class.
"'94?" A.J asked incredulously with a grin on his face - laughing as a similar one grew on Hank's face.
"Alright, alright," Hank conceded. "'92." Hank rephrased.
"Try '87!" A.J shouted across the forum to the still retreating Hank who gave an indignant huff, waving once more to A.J before turning back around and continuing off. He made his way through the hallways of the school he knew like the back of his mind, before getting to the main office where a woman was waiting for him with a note in hand already.
"Here." She said, refusing to look at him as he came up to the counter calmly, an eyebrow arched at her sour attitude.
"I ain't a messenger boy, sweet cakes" Hank reminded with a smile, hand out to receive the message, but unwilling to take it out of her hands.
"I ain't sweet cakes, messenger boy," She reminded with a direct glare, thrusting the note into his hand. He took it with a roll of his eyes, exiting the room with a call over his shoulders.
"You know you miss me, Sandra..." Sandra went around the desk and followed quickly after him, slamming the office door closed in response as he turned back to say something else with a finger raised.
Unaffected, Hank turned back towards the hall, smirking as he walked a few feet forward giving the note a brief glance before making a left turn. It didn't take him long to get to the classroom written on the closed note where he knocked briefly before entering.
Immediately the class discussion quieted, as students and teacher alike turned to look at him. The curly red-haired, blue-eyed, tall male-teacher went to Hank taking the note.
"Arigatou." He thanked dismissively, turning back to the class, while he silently read the note. "Congratulations Miss Reynolds, it appears you have your very own new temporary tot." Hank quickly figured who 'Miss Reynolds' was from the groan from the back of the class that came from a dark-brown haired girl, who had pale skin, gray eyes, who looked to be about 17-years old, and was hesitatingly standing up. The girl briefly made eye contact with him, before quickly marching up tot he front to the class and receiving the note from her teacher.
"Mr. Sand," The girl started, eyes quickly devouring the notes contents with growing confusion. "Why?" She asked helplessly, looking directly at her teacher. "I didn't do anything wrong and I didn't ask for one, c-could there be a mistake?" She asked, hopeful.
"Come-on little girl," Hank said with a bored sigh as he made his way to the door. "I don't have all day" He reminded. The girl looked over her shoulder at him unhappily, seeing only a cold smile reflecting back at her. She looked back down at the note, then up at Mr. Sand who only nodded towards the exit.
"You may go." He assured, unmoved by her desperation.
The girl narrowed her eyes at the floor, her small fist clenching at her side, as she followed Hank out the door. She made sure to walk a few feet behind him, refusing to walk alongside him, which only served to amuse Hank; after a few minutes of clearly hostile silence, the grinning Hank looked over his shoulder. "You are right, you know." Hank casually started. She raised her eyes. "You probably really didn't do anything, it's just a thing." He said with a shrug. "Tots come and they need to be taken care for a while, you were probably just randomly chosen."
"Why don't they make Staff take care of them?" She asked him moodily, clearly indicating that HE should be given the responsibility, instead of her.
"'Cuz we got enough to do looking after you little bunch of ingrates." He retorted.
"Oh yeah, swell job you guys do" She said sarcastically. "Letting those kids cut up at each other the way they did today." She muttered under her breath, rubbing her arms unhappily.
Hank stopped for a second at that, and after a beat, he continued to walk down the large hall with a smile. "You're right," He admitted, with a gleam in his eyes. "That was a rotten thing to do." He acknowledged, glancing over at her with a grin. "But what do you expect? we're the bad guys little girl, this is UVA." He reminded, as he stopped at a door and opened it, standing to the side to let her go in first. She shook her head.
"Dim Diolch, you can go in first." She said stubbornly.
He arched his brow at her words, shaking his head. "Now I know you didn't do anything wrong, you're a good girl! what was that? Welsh?" She ignored the comment and nodded towards the door for him to go in first. He chuckled but did so without another word, stopping nearly right after stepping a foot in the entrance, looking completely shocked. She peeked in the small space left between him and the door, and quickly her own eyes widened. "..M-Mr. Whedon." Hank stuttered.
Neither had any clue that they would find the Headmaster of UVA in this classroom; nobody at the school ever seemed to see their renown and mysterious Leader, only ever catching glimpses of him at Deaths and Special events but never having seen him this up close. Despite his shock, Hank was first to recover and remember proper protocol, swiftly grabbing the girl by the back of her neck and making her kneel with him.
"No, please, get up." Mr. Whedon insisted with a generous smile. "Thank you for escorting this young lady, you may go." Mr. Whedon said to Hank who stumbled as he got up, nodding and bowing once more before quickly leaving. The girl slowly got up as well, her body trembling as Mr. Whedon studied her with some amusement. "What's your name?" Mr. Whedon asked as he signaled for her to close the door, she nervously did so.
"Paige, sir." He nodded.
"Lovely name." He remarked.
"Thank you sir, you picked it." He blinked, surprised.
"Did I?" Receiving confirmation, Mr. Whedon nodded to himself thoughtfully; he picked names for new children once in a while, so it was entirely possible. "Alright Paige," He agreed, as he signaled for her to take a seat in one of the many empty desk chairs in the empty classroom. "Let me tell you about something that happened to me a few weeks ago." Paige obediently did so, going to sit as Mr. Whedon went to the back of the room where their was a crib.
"I was in the midsts of some travels, and I found this young little person here," He explained as he picked up a little boy that looked to be about three or four years old. Paige immediately tensed up when she saw the curly haired little boy barely registering a word he said. This was to be her thing.
Mr. Whedon chuckled when he saw her expression. "Oh, don't neglect the idea so quickly, nyen ching-duh," He scolded with no aggression whatsoever. "This is a very special little boy." He insisted, smiling. "The only boy I've myself brought to UVA in many, many years" He informed. "Now, the thing about this particular child is that I do not yet know what he does and he does not speak. Our staff members believe he's mute." He looked at the sleeping boy in fascination. "I don't know what it is about this boy..." He admitted with a shake of his head, before turning back to Paige with a warm smile. "Well, my point being is I would like you to look after him - at least for a while - And help him develop his powers,..." He paused with a frown, trying to remember her name.
"..Paige." She offered politely.
His smile came back full force as he nodded. "Yes, Paige." He agreed. "Will you?" He asked, smile widening when he noticed her biting her nails and her fidgeting nervously in her seat, eyeing the infant in his arms with mild panic.
"Sir, with all due respect...I don't know if I'm ready for this" Paige explained, nervously.
"Trust me, you are more than ready." He said kindly, as he went towards her, gently bouncing the little boy in his arms to keep him asleep. "It's the way of the world, child." He explained, keeping his eyes on the infant as he carefully handed her the sleeping boy. "We adjust to our surroundings- it's that power to adjust that makes humans different from any other species on earth - well that and our thought process, ability to dream, and of course, the opposable thumb." He said waving his thumb lightly with a smile, trying to lighten her mood. He received a brief smile from the girl for his effort, but he noted she still looked like she was about to throw up her breakfast. Mr. Whedon crouched down keeping his feet on the ground and rested on his haunches, putting his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "I know your scared, but it's just your time. What do you say?"
Like I have a choice... Paige thought with some annoyance, but was careful in hiding it. She nodded outwardly, working up a smile for the headmaster. "Great." He said patting her shoulder and gracefully standing back up. "His name is Cori Westoby" Mr. Whedon informed, takingg a couple steps back to get a good look at the two of them together.
He smiled at what he saw. "You'll both do great things for UVA, I can feel it in my old bones." Mr. Whedon assured, smiling. "Good luck." He offered with a wave before leaving the room.
Paige followed Mr. Whedon out the open door, closing it after them with her foot, awkwardly with the heavy child in her arms. She watched the headmaster leave with a heavy sigh, her gaze lowering to study the kid in her arms. He had chocolate tousled hair, pale skin like hers, that was dusted with light freckles over his cheeks. He was wearing a white t-shirt with the initials UVA in black entwined at the left breast with the letter V in red standing out finishing it off with black slacks. Paige looked around the empty hallway making sure no one was around before starting to walk back towards her dorm room stopping, startled, when she felt movement in her arms. She tensed up, worried that the boy would chose that moment to wake up; and felt immediately grateful when his head only lolled to the side a little, leaning on her chest comfortably.
She slowly began to walk once again. "Wo de tian, a" Paige mumbled to herself, fearfully. "Please help me do this right.."
End Prologue
Translations:
Arigatou (Japanese) Thank you.
Dim Diolch (Welsh, celtic) No, thank you.
Nyen ching-duh (Chinese) Young one.
Wo de tian, a (Chinese) Dear God in heaven.
The use of different languages is explained in the note at the bottom of the chapter
Chapter 1
"This is UVA"
"It's been a week and I still can't get this right." Paige groaned to herself in annoyance as she put socks on Cori; who was smiling on her bed, watching Paige on her knees before him, struggling to put his socks on correctly. "You think this is funny?" She asked, noticing his expression. "Well I'm glad you find this amusing-" She stopped and glanced up at the dorm clock. "Go se" she muttered panicked, rapidly throwing the comb on her bed and quickly putting Cori's shoes on before scooping him up and running out of the room and down the hall and rapidly turning a corner to the wide opened double doors that let her and Cori onto a very large open living space where there was a large projector lowered on the stage with couches neatly placed all throughout the space.
"What the gui took you so long!" Jordan, a 14-year old dirty blonde, hazel eyed, five-foot-five teen demanded from Paige, as he moved over to give her the seat he saved for her.
"I'm sorry, I was bathing Cori-what'd I miss?" Paige asked anxiously as she sat Cori on her lap, trying to make herself comfortable.
"Nothing really so far." Jordan said with a shrug. "They were mainly arguing-"
"Paige, do you mind if I sit here?" Ruby, a sweet little brown haired girl with bright hazel eyes, asked; the six year old little girl pointed shyly at the space on the ground in front of Paige's legs, aware that most of the seats in the lounge were already taken up by older kids.
"Hai, she does mind." Jordan confirmed, eyes narrowed. "Now bugger off, you little twerp." Jordan snarled, making Ruby cringe and take a step back.
"Iie, don't listen to him Ruby." Paige immediately countered. "Go ahead, bao bei." Paige assured, taking a cushion from behind her and setting it on the ground for Ruby to sit on, glaring at Jordan as soon as the little girl got seated.
"May I?" Ruby asked, eyes lighting up as she looked at little Cori excitedly. Paige handed him readily to the enthusiastic young girl.
"Please," Paige said happily, helping Ruby holding him correctly, before startling at a yelp Jordan gave. Jordan had made the sound when he felt a hit in the back of his head, and had immediately whirled around - ready to pounce on the person who dared touch him; He blinked when he noticed that it was his Au Fait [person in charge of him] standing there cheekily grinning at him.
"Abel," Jordan exhaled, surprised.
"Hey, you losers." Abel greeted playfully, leaning on the back of the couch between them. "Anybody get killed yet?" Abel asked conversationally, looking up at the screen eagerly.
"You're thinking about Passions Abel, this is Days of our Lives." Jordan reminded.
"Ah, damn. Passions ain't on yet?" Abel asked, frowning.
"One more hour, Abe" Jordan assured, smiling up at him.
"Sit down!" Somebody shouted from the back to Abel, who glanced back at the person. Abel was 19-years old, had deep brown short hair, dark green eyes and a light tan skin tone. Amongst Abel's noticeable features was also his tall 6'2 frame, that apparently was very much in people's way at the present moment.
"BI ZUI!" Jordan shouted back defensively, making Abel grin.
"You can sit here with me if you want, Abel." Abel looked down to see Lisa, a 10-year old little girl with black short hair and dark brown eyes smiling up at him. Lisa also had a tremendous crush on him, something, which Abel was very well aware of, but pretended not to. The older teen nodded at the offer, smiling, letting her take him by the hand and lead him away from the others towards her seat, as the show began.
After a few minutes of the show, Jordan glanced to his left where he knew Abel was and wrinkled his nose at what he saw. "Gross." Jordan mumbled, shaking his head with disappointment. Paige looked at him with confusion, then followed his line of sight to where Lisa happily was sitting on Abel's right leg watching the TV screen while Abel braided her hair. Paige grinned, looking at Jordan.
"Want me to braid your hair, Jordan?" She teased, playfully. Jordan glared at her but after a moment, grabbed his own hair to look at, self consciously.
"My hair isn't that long." He argued, somewhat defensively.
"...The fact that you can see it tells you it's too long, Jordan." Ruby said quietly with a smile.
"Nobody asked you, niou-fun" Jordan snapped, Ruby quickly looked away.
"Ignore him Rube's." Paige recommended. "He's just mad because they haven't said who the father of Hope's baby is." Paige said to Ruby, nodding towards the screen.
"They've been dragging it out for three days!" Jordan nearly shouted, angrily shaking his head as he turned his attention back to the screen that suddenly turned black. Everyone in the room was suddenly in an uproar, quickly standing and protesting over the malfunction.
Days of our Lives and Passions were the ONLY Television shows that UVA students were allowed to watch. UVA student's were not allowed to watch the news, cartoons, reality TV shows, regular TV series or movies because they were all too much of a risk according to the Senior Allies, the founders and creators of UVA. The unanimous decision of all five members of the Allies was that any and all television was dangerous to the mindset that UVA had provided for its students but because student's needed some form of entertainment they offered to exclude one TV series from that rule and gave the decision of which up to Mr. Whedon; who couldn't quite decide between his two favorite daytime shows: Days of our Lives and Passions, so, he asked for BOTH shows to be excluded and the Senior Allies agreed. Now almost ten years later student embraced their two strange shows, calling it their "Days of our Passion hours [DOOP]." And now that DOOP had been suddenly shut down, they were all upset - all except for Abel and Paige, who shared an uneasy look between them, knowing that this couldn't be good.
Shortly after, an intercom crackled before turning on overhead. "Good afternoon everybody, this is Mr. Sand. There has been an unfortunate accident with a student resulting in their death. Will all staff, Villains and Minions report to the gymnasium for a send-off. All other students may stay in their lounges for the remainder of DOOP. That is all." The speaker turned off. Paige and Jordan stood up.
"Bao bei, can you please watch Cori while I'm gone?" Paige asked Ruby who nodded and stood up, sitting instead where Paige had sat a moment ago with Cori sitting beside her.
"Ready?" Abel asked, good mood sobered completely by the news. Paige nodded following after her Au Fait.
Every Au Fait could have up to two students to be in charge of, one male, one female until they graduated, something which Abel should have done almost a year ago already; but because Abel didn't take school seriously and he didn't want to leave his two 'losers' behind, he continued to slack even still. Slacking, however, was a dangerous game in UVA because students were only given one extra year after their 18th birthday to graduate, or else they would have to become staff o UVA, and be unable to live in the surface of the world. This was the last year Abel had left to avoid that fate.
Abel and his two tyro's [student, trainee, pupil] made their way to the gymnasium, following all the other students who were chattering excitedly about the assembly. The gymnasium was the only place on the entire premises where students were allowed to use their powers, every other single room and space of UVA was power neutralized for safety reasons. They entered silently going up to sit at the top set of bleachers.
"Haha" Jordan grinned happily holding his fingers apart showing Abel and Paige the electricity coursing through them. Paige frowned at his hands, cringing into her seat. She hated her power so, so very much. Abel noticed her recoil and immediately put an arm around her, hugging her to his side, wanting to lend her his strength.
Walls, Paige, think walls. Abel thought worriedly, Paige looked at him. She heard him and smiled with a nod.
"Thank you" She said honestly. She remained close as the students continued filing in, trying to hide the pain she was in. Abel looked down at her, rubbing her arm sympathetically. Jordan lightly smacked Abel's bicep with the back of his hand, signaling towards a 13-year old girl giggling as she rubbed her hands together quickly; her hands being opened lightly by a pink fluff that was coming out, both boys noticing that the more she rubbed the wider apart her hands due to the pink stuff.
"Cotton Candy." Jordan groaned with desire. "You think she'd be willing to trade some?"
"For what? Electrocution?" Abel asked with the raise of a brow, smiling. To his right Abel could feel his arm being lifted off Paige and he turned his head to see her looking at him sheepishly. He rubbed her hair playfully and gave her a look, after a minute she nodded with a smile.
Mr. Whedon entered the room and immediately all the student's bowed their head in respect; those who were standing, knelt on the ground. Mr. Whedon signaled them to get up, smiling as he took the Microphone that Mr. Sand offered him as someone wheeled in a casket behind him.
"Good evening UVA students, it is an unfortunate reason we've all gathered here today, as Mr. Sand explained over the intercom. Your classmate Miss Catherine Adams passed away today, as she unwisely decided to attempt to leave UVA grounds." Mr. Whedon explained gesturing to a sheet covered body inside a raised, open casket. Abel eyes immediately started to look around for somebody in particular, and quickly saw the devastated teenager towards his left: Ross Odell, Catherine Adam's own Au Fait. There was sweat beads rolling down Ross' face, his face had no color and he could see him groaning quietly to himself as he anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. Seeming to feel the eyes on him, Ross eyes connected with Abel's; they both knew what was expected of Ross to do now. The young man rocked back and forth slightly, taking shuddering breaths in an attempt to relax his taut muscles, his hands tightly clenching on his shaking knees. Without a second thought, Abel snapped his fingers.
And everything froze; from the young girl passing out cotton candy to Mr. Whedon himself; time literally stopped. All except for Abel and Ross.
Ross blinked, looking around at the frozen people, baffled. "Go ahead man." Abel interrupted Ross' confusion. Ross turned to look at him and only saw Abel nod towards the coffin. "Say goodbye to her the right way." Abel simply said.
Ross gasped, realization dawning on him, as he eyed Abel with incredulity. Abel's expression however didn't move, nor did he appear to change his mind as he looked away to give him a moment of privacy. Receiving no further encouragement, only the respect of privacy - Ross looked back towards the coffin and automatically stood up. A stray sob escaped his lips, as his seemingly stone legs lead him heavily down the steps towards his tyro. He sniffled, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand impatiently, as he stumbled on the last step. Ross stood before the casket, gently uncovering her face.
"Feng le hun dan.." Ross muttered with a teary smile. "What the gui did you do Cathy? Gorramit..." He muttered angrily with a shake of his head. "..." He exhaled as his eyes landed back on her peacefully sleeping face, raising his shaking hand to lightly move a stray hair away from her face. "Guess I can't blame you for trying huh?" He finally conceded softly. "Mata aimashou." He quietly assured, covering her once again. Ross hesitated, fists clenched at his sides. Glancing over his shoulder at her body once he, he quickly went up the steps and sat back in his seat, looking over at Abel who only snapped his fingers, making time continue going.
"-So without dragging this out longer than it has to be, will Ross Odell please step down here please." Mr. Whedon said reading the name from a small blue paper. Ross Odell did so, unhappily nearing the casket once more. "In usual circumstances," Mr. Whedon started. "We have the Au Fait incinerate the body of their tyro - and we will here as well - because the bond of a tyro and Au Fait is important to keep until the end; but since Miss Adams disgraced UVA and her Au Fait by attempting to escape, we will have Mr. Odell show the rest of our UVA student's loyalty by assuring us he knows what his tyro did was wrong." Mr. Whedon said to all students but looked directly at Ross Odell who went up to him. Mr. Whedon handed him a sword. Without a word Ross went to the body quickly picking up the sword to put through the sheeted body.
"Wait Mr. Odell" Mr. Whedon insisted, going to the body. Ross' hands shook as they held the sword up, stumbling when Mr. Whedon removed the white sheet covering Catherine's body. "Alright, now go ahead Mr. Odell." Mr. Whedon encouraged, stepping back. Ross shut his eyes tightly and brought down the sword through the chest of his tyro who'd been his shadow, attached at his hip for the last four years - full of mischief and joy.
Mr. Whedon handed him a torch and Ross lit her casket carefully turning on his heels and going back to the steps and up the bleachers. His eyes sought out Abel's once more and he mouthed 'Thank you' calmly, receiving a nod in reply as he went back to his seat. "As you now see, students, we do not condone betrayal here." Mr. Whedon continued. "UVA is a family." He said strongly. "And we want the best for every single one of you. Let us help you fill your potential - do not go trying to find it on your own." Mr. Whedon said gently, standing in front of the fire and the now completely silent students occupying the many bleachers. Not one person playing with their powers anymore.
"You may all go back to your lounges to finish the remainder of DOOP." Mr. Whedon instructed, smiling again as if nothing happened, before leaving with his entourage. Everyone slowly got up and started to exit the gym, towards their dorm sections. Abel made Jordan and Paige slow down as they followed the mass of students, before he made them come to a complete stop prior to entering their lounge again. Paige and Jordan watched him quietly as he paced anxiously back and forth in front of them, as he tried to find words to say whatever it was he wanted to say to them.
"...Come-on Abel, forget about it, we're missing the rest of it." Jordan said signaling weakly towards the lounge.
"Forget Days." Abel snapped irritably for a moment before continuing to pace.
"..." Paige watched him sympathetically. "...Abel..." She tried. He turned towards her automatically, quickly grabbing his original tyro by her shoulders, hard.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully Paige," He said passionately, eyes filled with... fear? "You are NEVER to think about, faintly imagine, or ever dream of leaving this place. Do you hear me?" He asked, the vehemence in his plea shocking her more than the tight hold. "Either of you," He said, glancing at Jordan whose jaw was clenched, unused to seeing his Au Fait so shaken. "Come here Jordan." He instructed, signaling him over with a hand. Jordan did so feeling Abel's hand hold his shoulder, "Don't. Ever. Please." He pleaded. "I wont put a gorram sword through either one of you, you hear me? she didn't just die while trying to escape, you know that, right? they did it, they caught her and they killed her for it, it was those tyen-sah duh UH-muo-!"
"SHH!" Paige whispered desperately covering Abel's mouth with her hands, looking around to make sure that no one around heard that.
Abel gently took her hands off his mouth, "All I'm saying..." He started more calmly, eyes scanning the area over her head, realizing his mistake. " Is don't let yourselves be fooled, you know the truth." He said sternly, green eyes locking with Paige's briefly before focusing on Jordan. "I don't want to loose either of you two, promise me you'll never do anything so gorram stupid." He asked weakly, both his tyro's nodded gently.
"Promise" Jordan mumbled, faced red, hating to see his Au fait so bothered.
"Me too" Paige assured. Abel smiled at them, exhaling forcefully, finally feeling like the boulder on his chest had moved a fraction. Shakily, he held the back of Paige's head and brought her closer, kissing her forehead - lingering for a moment, pulling Jordan into him with his free arm as he pulled away from Paige, being hugged back just as tightly by his youngest tyro. After silent minutes, Abel began to pull away from the two, ruffling Jordan's hair in an attempt to lighten to the mood; giving him a gentle push to lead them back to the lounge. Jordan did so, while Abel wrapped an arm around Paige bringing her to him as they walked to the lounge.
"How's you head feeling?" Abel asked.
"Like Jordan fried it." Paige said sighing tiredly, she stared up at him and he noticed, looking down at her.
"You're getting taller you know." He said mockingly serious, putting his hand on her head. She picked it up off her head holding his one hand between her two hands studying them.
"...I know what you did Abel." She said quietly, he blinked in surprise but didn't respond. Both remaining silent as they entered the lounge and watched the remainder of DOOP with the others who were once more laughing and going on with their day like nothing happened; like one more amongst them wasn't picked off, like life didn't exist above them; like their was nothing wrong with the way they were forced to live down here, and what they were expected to one day become for them. Paige bounced Cori on her lap, distractedly, watching the screen but not paying attention to the pictures it showed her, as earlier thoughts entered her mind. She thought about this grand plan that UVA had for her, what plans they might have had for Catherine Adams; why be so cruel to Ross? Why put him through that? Why put them all through this?
What do you expect? we're the bad guys little girl, this is UVA
Translations:
Go se (Chinese) Crap.
Gui (Chinese) Hell.
Hai (Japanese) Yes.
Iie (Japanese) No.
Bao bei (Chinese) Sweetheart.
Niou-fun (Chinese) Cow poop.
Feng le hun dan (Chinese) Crazy bastard.
Gorramit (Made up, Firefly) F word.
Mata aimashou (Japanese) See you again.
I think the above translation is meant in a different, happier tone but I used it in more sobered mood. There's probably another way to say it, but I didn't find it
Tyen-sa duh Uh-muo (Chinese) G-damn monsters.
Next Chapter: "What do you have next?" Jordan asked wanting to break the somewhat tense silence.
"Quips II" Jordan arched a brow at him, Abel grinned. "What? you can never be too clever, little man"
Note: The use of other languages is probably confusing, I understand and I'm sorry it's mainly to show how differently the characters at UVA live where their focuses are a little stranger than at other schools, I try to usually make them only one or two word so it isn't too confusing and to hint by the tone of what their saying what it means.
For example:
When Abel is bad talking UVA and says how they killed their dead classmate and calls them "thosetyen-sa duh Uh-muo!" you can pretty much bet he isn't saying "those crazy groovy cats!"
If I use any of the words in a wrong context, if the punctuation, the tone, the grammar of it is wrong I am so very sorry. I don't speak the majority of the languages that are constantly going to be used in here, I'm just doing the best I can so please if you understand the words I use and see that I've used them wrong don't be offended. If you want to correct me, please do so, any constructive criticism is welcome.
Now that all that's out of the way, please tell me what you think! I just really wanted to put something weird and new out there. Like I said earlier Sky High Characters will be brought into the story a little bit later, it just always bugged me a little how I go and read these sky high fics and they're immediately introduced to the sky high gang and suppose to be accepted by the readers! Just want to try something (hopefully) different. R&R please!
:) Thank you! Arigatou! Shukran! Merci! Gracias! Grazzi! Danke Schon! Diolch:)