The Witch

Chapter One

True Cross Academy; an academy forged by the Vatican church to cover up its true nature.

Within the walls of each academy lies a few extracurricular courses designed to combat dark paranormal creatures and entities.

These classes are cleverly camouflaged as CRAM classes in order to avoid any unwanted attention. Only the brave few students who someday wish to attain the tittle of exorcist are ambitious enough to enroll in these classes and are to strictly keep it confidential.

Each international division has a number of hopefuls and have high rankings in varying categories. For example; The British branch of True Cross Academy is renowned for their talented tamers and disciplined students. There is also the Japanese branch, well known for scoring the highest mark in the written exams and blessed with top ranking marksmen.

I wouldn't forget to mention the United States branch; vastly known for their talented swordsmanship and wild cards. Though each branch had their fair share of wild cards, the United States was swarming in untapped potential.

As of now, they had been the talk of the century. They had found promise in a rare breed of people called, "Espers"

These Esper's where people who held a natural affinity to their sixth sense and were capable of manifesting it into different forms of energy. This energy is often called PK. Though most students are required to learn PK, only Esper's have the ability to enhance other parts of the body and have a higher capability than those excluded from the lineage.

That goes without saying that these gifted individuals needed practice to control their abilities.

Dating back to the 1500's, there was a larger percentage of these Esper's worldwide, but shortly before the fall of the Western Roman Empire there was a massive purge to eradicate anyone suspected of being witch. The pioneers of that era believed these Esper's were practicing Black Magic and feared them in their ignorance.

Psychics and Esper's alike suffered the same fate and their numbers dwindled until they became uncommon and scarce. With due time they migrated and dropped from the grid entirely, during this time they lived simple lives, never leaving a trace of their existence behind.

Generations passed and in turn the bloodlines branched an eventually took root. Without records; there was really no telling who could hold such lineage to their name.

As of now, there were three students under the U.S Branch who were recorded as Esper's in the past decade. With a proper education they would be receiving they would take that knowledge better themselves greatly. They would learn to either live with their gift or give it purpose to the Order and harness their strength as a weapon.

October 12,2004

"Take good care of yourself and in turn you will have the strength to do the same for others."

That is what we had been told repeatedly, by my folks and by the academy representatives up until now...

I remember a time when I was in the third-grade when I blew into a tantrum for the first time in front of my classmates. It was out of character for me to do so, but I had been pestered mercilessly throughout that school year. Kids where brutal back then.

I had been picked on for gaining weight and having dorky clothes. A few of the girls in my class at the time had taken to harass and even steal anything of value in my desk. I mean-I was a child. The most valuable things there were probably my Kit-Kat bar and a purple smencil. It still didn't excuse them, those were mine...and I had the tendency to be very possessive about my things.

I remember the hot tears as I demanded she return my things. The teacher had put us in the spotlight during a lesson and had wanted our squabbling to stop. She had no reason to believe me, I was falling behind the other students and some had complained I zapped them when our hands brushed. No short of that moment she excused my behavior, I fell into an unruly rage and felt my face boil. Being under the scrutiny of my peers and betrayed by the only person to keep me safe from the social torture I let my emotions run wild.

Then my entire vision became red.

They say, that you see a film of red when you are truly blinded in a fit of rage...that, you blackout and don't comprehend what you do and as a person who has gone through it first hand I will tell you it's only half right. I'd say it is more a moment of instinctual rage...That you forget the concept of empathy and let what ever it is your doing happen. It's completely primal.

It was utterly horrifying.

Waking up on the carpet floor of your classroom and seeing everyone including your teacher cower in a fort they made out of desks. Their screams as they cowered in her arms. The few friends I had left now feared me and flinched the moment they met my gaze.

My eyes bore on to the array of pencils, markers and chalk pieces scattered on the floor. My blood ran cold when the tips of each utensil faced the cowering crowd of students. What exactly did my instincts wanted me to do. What had I really hoped to accomplish? What exactly did I do..?

They called me a monster. A demon. A witch....and for once, they-they were right. I had to agree. I was nothing more than a monster.

Needless to say, I didn't go to public school since then. It didn't take long for word to get out and have a group of concerned parents demand I be punished for promising harm to their children. It was devastating to my folks and I felt no better about humiliating them either.

It all changed the following weekend when a group of uniformed men came to my home for questioning.

"...have you or any one in your family ever experienced anything paranormal first-hand?" I watched as my parents went back and forth with the man on the love-seat answering and even asking questions in return. Two other's stood quietly by the door without so much as a flicker emotions. Their expressions were indistinguishable. The man interogating my parents had to be more over six feet tall and seeing him shift awkwardly over my small couch had almost been comical if it weren't for my current situation.

The man in question wore a velvety white trench coat, even under his spectacles I could see a flicker of pale blue lining his iris. His blonde hair was combed back and had signs that it was starting to silver. He looked so...Elite. Was he military? No, military uniforms aren't usually so luxurious, but they all had and emblem and an odd looking brooch on their jackets. Who were these people?

'Wow. He's looks so old,' blabbed my filter-less thoughts.

"Ah, Angelo so this would be your daughter?" Asked the charming bespectacled man. My Father beckoned me in between my Mother and him. He put a his arm over my shoulder protectively still smiling at the man. "Yes, this is my little Christelle. I could care less what the town think of us. She is my daughter and if anyone ever thinks of hurting my family...they will answer to me." His eyes met mine and my Mother's.

"You won't have to worry about that. Listen carefully Angelo, what I'm about to say is crucial to Christelle's safety and as well as the rest of your family. We have a reason to believe that your daughter is an Esper," One of the men handed a manila folder to my father meanwhile the White collared man continued. "With your permission we would like to run a few tests and we can move on from there. It's mostly for formalities sake, we would like for your daughter to one day be enrolled in our Academy. You wouldn't need to worry over financial issues, as I have spoken to you before the full-run scholarship is still available for her."

"We don't have to pay a dime?" My Father asked flipping through the contents of the folder.

"It almost sounds too good to be true," My mother mumbled something else in Spanish to my father as she leaned attempting to skim the material.

"Surely not, the only thing to really worry about is when you are ready to fill out her paperwork. Her basic schooling can be done at home in the meantime until she reaches of age. She along with three other students will be assigned a special course. She won't begin her exorcist course until she passes her High School Entrance exam and there really is no hurry." With that answer my Father and mother shot each other a look..

"We would like to see the school ourselves if you don't mind," asked my Father looking pensive as ever.

"Sounds splendid. I'll let the Director know immediately." The man said rising from my couch. "How does Monday morning sound?"

"Great. We'll see you then Marcus." My dad agreed giving a firm handshake.

"Likewise." They broke from their handshake and he excused himself from my Mother and then me. When he got to me he knelt briefly an cupped my small hands in his gloved palms. "Do not fret little one, there is nothing wrong with you. I can see it in your eyes you hold promise."

"Promise? What promise?" I asked unable to comprehend him.

He chuckled and seemed to recover gracefully, "Can you promise you will be brave for your Mama and Papa?"

I blinked owlishly at the man and looked over my parents who stood between me. "I promise."

"Good girl." He said before ruffling my hair and standing over me. "Very well, I'll be off then. It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Vallero. Have a splendid evening." He said taking a gloved hand over his chest giving a a slight bow. With that the men left in a black limo and in turn would mark a new chapter in my life. One full of blood, sweat and tears. One where I would do whatever it took to get our dignity back...

I promise.

Note to reader: I know what a few of you are going to say, she's going to be O.P (Overpowered) isn't she? My answer to that is-No. Find out in the next chapter if you're wondering what I'm trying to imply. I want to try something refreshing in this Blue Exorcist community-I will say Master Marcus and the other Esper's play an important role in Rin's life. Oops. Did I say Master..?

Up next! Knights Division: Squadron Eight! Assemble!