Hey, Pageturner here! So , just a heads up...I'm not really sure what this is, or what this will (or will not) turn into. :D I know, so helpful! I was listening to music and it kinda popped in my head, like most stories do, so this is what it turned into. I hope it leads into more, but I'm not sure...I guess it depends if you guys like it or not ;) Well, without further ado, please enjoy!

The heavy door closes behind us, and my brother, Alfred, and I are left standing in a large office. Three picture windows take up the wall to our left, covered partially with dark red curtains, and the floor, made up of large panels of wood, reflects the dim light. A tall man with graying hair, the Director, stands behind a large desk in front of us; the wooden claw feet of the desk dig into the polished floor. I didn't notice the short boy standing in the far right corner until Alfred nudges me with his elbow. The boy's blonde hair is cut short, showing his large eyebrows, and he's wearing a uniform and strange goggles.

"Ah, you must be Alfred," the Director starts, staring first at Alfred, then at me, "And Matthew."

Alfred moves slightly in front of me, but the only one who seems to notice is the blonde boy and he smiles. Alfred focuses on the Director, "Ya, that's us."

The Director follows my line of sight over to the blonde boy, "Oh, don't let him frighten you Matthew. Arthur is one of our top students here at the Academy."

I nod as Alfred moves further in front of me, "What's with his goggles?"

The boy looks like he's glaring at us even though we can't see his eyes, "Why don't you come over here and find out Cowlick."

"What the-. How did he-?!" Alfred starts forward but I clutch his shirt, holding him in place.

"Now, now. Arthur, don't taunt the new students. Their…talents…haven't fully developed yet," the director motions toward two chairs in front of his desk before sitting in his, "Please, come closer. I feel uncomfortable talking to you from across the room."

I look up at Alfred, but he keeps his head straight as we walk toward the chairs. The sound of our boots hitting the floor is the only thing breaking the silence as we close the distance between ourselves and the desk.

"Please, have a seat."

Alfred sits down in the hard chairs first and then I follow, "We have ordered new ones, but they've yet to come in. The navy blue colour is truly awful isn't it?"

Neither of us answers.

"Alright then, right to business," he clears his throat before beginning, "Alfred, Matthew, you've both been requested to join the Academy for Improving Excellence in the Talented. Your parents-"

"Foster parents," Alfred interjects coldly.

"My apologies, your foster parents. They have both agreed, through formal letter, that you are to continue you education at our…prestigious institution. Now, as you are both considered, by our standards, to be 'scholarship students', your boarding fees, uniforms, classroom books, and meal plans are completely covered by government funding. Anything else that you believe you need is your responsibility. There is a weekly allowance given to our students, but as you are already being mostly funded, your amount will be less than the average student. I hope you understand?"

I nod my head involuntarily and Alfred glares at me quickly, "Good. Then without further ado, let me introduce you to Arthur K-"

"Arthur Kirkland," the blonde boy interrupts as he walks forward, "Top scoring student in my rank for the passed four years; special tasks trainer for level ones, like you; and high-senior by skill qualification. Pleasure to meet you."

The Director frowns, "Know your place Arthur, I won't be interrupted again."

"Yes sir, my apologies."

My legs begin to twitch as I try to work through how many years Arthur's been here. He doesn't look much older than Alfred, a year or two older then me at most, but the way he talks…I can't help it, "How long do we have to stay?"

"Mattie!" Alfred whispers harshly at me.

Arthur and the Director turn their heads to look down at me, "Well, that all depends on you. You see, this isn't any normal boarding school. Our students have talents…gifts really, that most of our world will misunderstand or abuse."

Arthur stifles a laugh, but the Director hears it and stops it with a look before standing, "Your foster parents have made numerous reports about you, and eventually you-"

"Mattie didn't do anything! They're both liars! He-"

"Alfred. I do not tolerate insolence of any kind, especially from a seventeen year old."

Alfred shuts his mouth with an audible clack, "Thank you. Now, as I was saying, our school is for gifted individuals and you've caught our attention. It seems you are like the young men and women who attend our school, they also are born with certain…powers, for lack of a better word."

"Wait, so this is like, a school for freaks?!" Alfred asks suddenly.

Arthur flinches and clenches his fists, but the Director stops him before he can do anything, "Not freaks, unless that's what you would like to be called as well. You see, your foster parents have informed me that you, both of you, have certain talents. Alfred, you seem to be incredibly strong, and Matthew has a talent for disappearing? These aren't unheard-of talents, but for gifts to manifest in brothers is quite rare, so you see the interest we have in your case?"

Alfred looks at me and we share a frightened look, we'd never told anyone about those things, "Not really."

The Director opens his mouth, but Arthur stops him, "Why not let me explain to them, sir?"

He thinks for a second, before nodding his head and sitting back down, letting Arthur speak, "The reason I wear these stylish goggles, is to conceal my own gift and to keep the rest of you safe from it."

"What do you mean?" Alfred asks confused.

Arthur smirks, "Have you ever heard of the saying 'if a look could kill?' well, my eyes can."

"Now Arthur, don't fill their heads with lies," the director says waving away Arthur's words, "He has a specialized form of…psychic abilities, he can cut through anything with his mind. Arthur uses his eyes to focus the path of the attack; the goggles merely prevent his mood swings from ending someone's life on the Academy grounds. That doesn't mean he's the most dangerous student we have here, just that-"

BOOM!

Arthur jumps back as the building lurches, "What the duce?!"

Alfred stands up the same time I do and grabs my arm, "What the hell was that?! What kind of school is this?!"

"Director!" a woman with long brown hair bursts into the office and the building shudders again, "There's been a breach in the facility! A fight has broken out!"

The Director pinches the bridge of his nose and I'm struck by how calm he is, "Between whom?"

The woman's face pales instantly, "Antonio and Lovino sir."

BOOM! BOOM!

The Director freezes before jumping into action, "God help us, not again! Arthur, come with us, we'll probably need you."

"Yes sir!"

The woman, Arthur, and the Director run out of the room, letting the heavy wooden doors slam behind them, and leaving Alfred and I to wonder what the hell our foster parents had gotten us into.

"Come on Mattie!" Alfred says as he pulls me toward the door.

We jog after the small group, barely following close enough to see them, "We need to go faster!"

"I don't know if I can go any faster Alfred," I pant next to him as we lose sight of Arthur, who's trailing behind the other two, when he descends a flight of stairs.

We didn't make it much further before the building lurches again, and yelling echoes from below us. Alfred takes the lead on the stairs and I follow close behind.

Alfred and I could always run at about the same speed, even though he was stronger and could run for longer. It made running away from our foster parents easy, we'd never lose each other.

When we finally hit the bottom of the stairs there is one person the ground, pinned under Arthur's foot, and another pushed up against the wall by who must be another student. They're wearing the same blue and red uniform as Arthur.

The Director is standing in between them both, his race an unhealthy shade of red, as he continues a lecture we catch the end of "-need to learn to control yourselves in the building! We've already had to do extensive repairs from the last outburst!"

"Get your damn foot off me eyebrows!" the boy on the ground shouts from under Arthur's foot, which begins crushing harder into his back at the obviously unwelcome nickname.

"What the bloody hell did you call me you runt?!"

"AHH! It wasn't even my fault! If that stupid tomato bastard hadn't called me a fucking name I-"

"But Lovi, it was j-"

"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

"Enough! Both of you are being sent to the white rooms!" the Director shouts before black holes manifest under both boys.

Alfred stumbles back into me, "What the actual hell?!"

The boys' screams are swallowed up as they disappear into the holes, and then the holes snap shut, leaving the hallway in an eerie silence.

The Director then turns to face us, suddenly noticing our being present, "Welcome to the Academy."

So? How was it? I'll leave this as 'in progress' for now, but is it worth continuing? Let me know please! :D

Just a note, I'm really bad at tenses, so if you see anything wrong, please let me know. I've beeen trying to write more active (is that the word?) tense rather than passive (?), but it's really hard (or at least it is for me XP ).

Ok, well...I think that's it...again, I'm not really sure where this'll go, not sure what pairings will pop up if I do continue it. Let me knw if you liked it or not ;)