Lovely good day, all you readers out there! If you've stumbled upon this fic of mine, then either you were brought here by my note from the original Neoteric, or you were an old reader of mine and were shocked when you saw this, or you're new to me you were genuinely interested in the fic from the summary itself. Whatever the reason, hello!
If you are new to me, then let me introduce myself. I'm Replica, one of the first few fan fiction writers of H.I.V.E. Yes, I do like to take credit for that. Bahaha. Anyways, as I mentioned in the story summary, I am going to state all the warnings for this story.
This story is primarily about original characters (OCs) that go to H.I.V.E. This fic is mostly about their school lives, and will have a running plot. Also, this fic starts in sort-of present time, in the last week of June 2011, and will progress accordingly. There are quite a number of swears, so if you like to keep your ears clean, I do politely suggest that you read another fic. Also, it's an action story, filled with bad-asses and BAMFs (I hope), so expect a bit of blood. Nothing explicit, of course. Just saying. Also, there are homosexual references, so if you're a tad homophobic, then I don't suggest this fic. There won't be any making out or anything, so if you're entertained by sweet kisses and romances, then you're fine.
I hope you read that. If someone goes and hates on this, I will assume that you didn't bother to read this note, and will graciously tell said hater to 'go and duck yourself'.
Yes. Duck.
Oh, and for you old readers, the beginning of the first chapter here is essentially the same, but once you get past the first two parts it goes off the original plot. And also, the OCs here have only read as far as Dreadnought, so they're sort of misinformed with their H.I.V.E. mojo.
Anyways, thank you for bothering with this fic, and I hope you enjoy! Cheers!
- Replica.
NOTE: MARK WALDEN OWNS H.I.V.E. I DO NOT OWN IT. If I did, it wouldn't get published.
"—We're going to do such great things together."
A book violently slammed closed. The girl who had been reading grinned widely, and started rolling on her bed like a crazed dog.
"Finally…. Finally." She kept on saying, her short, curly hair sticking to her face, not bothering to tie the black, wet thing. After a while she stopped rolling, though still looking as insane as ever. She kept on repeating those words, until there was a knock on her door.
"What?" she asked, sounding irate, scaring a fourth grader who returned her a recently lost Math book.
"Thank you." She said gratefully, closing the door.
The girl sighed, flouncing to a small table and setting the book there. She plopped onto the bed, her hair spreading like a spider's web. She closed her eyes, as if she was sleeping, though she was actually daydreaming.
Though it was the middle of the day, she wasn't skipping any class or lesson, since school was cut short due to some strange meeting that the principal issued to the teachers. Odd.
So Andrea "Andy" Aquino spent her time daydreaming.
About her favorite book.
About the Higher Institute of Villainous Education, an institute she dreamed of going to.
Besides Hogwarts, of course.
The next day, her bus came by to pick her up and drag her to the tedious and dull establishment everyone her age knew as school. Strangely enough, she did amazingly well there. However, that didn't mean she enjoyed being there; it just meant she was lucky enough to have most of the teachers wrapped around her finger.
After a minute or so, her friend got down the stairs, out the dorm and to the bus. Nicolette "Nick" Salazar was a pale-skinned, dark-brown haired someone who had survived Andy's reign of terrorizing friendship for more than a year. Doing that made her a "" in Andy's book.
When she'd told her that, Nick hit her 'round the head.
"Good morning Ands." Her friend said in a British accent, though they both knew she was Filipino. Nick just happened to like the Brits.
"Hey Nick." The other replied, giving her customary casual wave with two fingers together. "So… hath ye finished ye booke named Escape Velocity?" she asked
"Yes." Nick replied bluntly. Suddenly, she broke into quiet laughter. "I felt so giddy on this page!" she said, showing Andy the page with the scene where Shelby had called Wing cute. Andy laughed.
"Of course you did."
Another friend and bus mate of theirs, Tammy Palmiano, jumped into the conversation. "I'm finished with the second book already, so I'll give it to you tomorrow." She said. "Thanks." Andy replied. "Can I borrow the second book?" another bus mate, Mel Danao asked.
"Is it okay if I give her the book?" Tammy asked.
"Fine." Andy said, pouting. "But I'm beginning to miss my second H.I.V.E."
"… And don't forget to pass your projects by dismissal time today!" Their Art teacher reminded them, as their class filed out of the room for lunch. Once out of the evil boundaries of the classroom, Andy, Nick, Tammy and Mel literally sprinted across the hall, down the stairs, to the library. They tumbled past each other, Mel slapping her hand against the cold glass before anyone else.
"FIRST!" she screamed. Andy followed, screaming "SECOND!" while Tammy and Nick pushed past each other, the latter screaming "THIRD!" when she touched the glass. Tammy glared at all of them, muttered swears under her breath as she handed them all twenty peso bills.
"I hate you all." She said. The other three laughed, until the librarian inside gave them the evil eye. Disturbed, they ran away before he could attack them with scissors again.
While catching their breaths, two of their classmates passed by, deep in conversation.
"… Those new teachers looked pretty cool. I mean, when do you get Scottish, Japanese and American teachers in a Filipino middle school?"
"Yeah! I mean, one of them even had their hair dyed white! Do you think that's even allowed?"
"I don't know, but if it is, then I'll be dying my hair blue…"
As they rounded the corner, the four girls shared confused looks before walking up to the two girls.
"Hey Liz, Lou, what'd you say about the teachers?" Mel asked.
"Well, we're not sure if they're teachers. I mean, they were in teacher-y clothing and they were waiting in front of the principal's office, so maybe, but they could be some VIPs for the principal-lady. But they looked so weird!" Liz replied
"Yeah." Lou added. "A bunch of them were foreign, and had really awesome styles."
"You think they're still there?" asked Tammy.
"Nah." Lou replied. "We saw them an hour ago. They're probably gone by now."
Tammy nodded, before waving them goodbye. She turned to her other friends.
"H.I.V.E.?"
"Definitely." Andy said, grinning.
"….. And we were racing in HIVE using the Ottomobile!" said Andy, and they all laughed. Quietly though. They were in the library after all. When they'd got past evil-eye librarian, they snuck into the corner they all referred to as the Nook.
The Nook was just the space between two bookshelves in the General Collection Section of their library. But for some reason, it gave a sense of comfort, since it was an enclosed area. Surrounded by books, Nick and Andy took to the habit of staying there when they could.
When they recovered from their laughter, Tammy spoke up.
"But seriously. Otto named the car that Nick repaired the Ottomobile? That's just so corny!" she said, almost shouting it out. Luckily enough, the librarians were on the other side of the library, so they had to section all to themselves.
Recently, Andy and Nick had come up with a new HIVE fan-fiction. It had involved the four of them going to HIVE. Currently, they were telling the story to their friends. However, the antics that were occurring in the story wouldn't ever happen in HIVE. They were pretty sure of that.
The Next Day
They were all bored.
For some outlandish reason, the school principal decided to use up eighty minutes of school time to review the history of the school. Andy was blissful, as this covered up two subjects they were supposed to have. However, she hadn't anticipated the boring speech the old hag was going to give.
"….. Recently, our school had met a major issue under the governing of the former school principal. The funds had been gambled away, and we were all out of money. So our brother school had decided to break down the barrier between our all-girls school and their all-boys school to become an entire school, and support the Davis-Ascunsion School for Leading Women. After two months of negotiations, we finally received the permission to combine the schools, and become Thresh-Ascunsion Academy, in honor of our partner school, the Thresh Harris Private School for Boys."
Everyone knew that. Most of the people assembled were there when the school had gone on its decline.
"Instead of the usual 7-level arrangement of students according to age, Jason Gonzales, the president of Thresh, decided that students would have to take several tests concerning all fields, and would be arranged by their result, and not age. Gonzales decided it would be better this way, and would allow students to freely be with their kind, without being reprimanded by other higher or lower people."
That was why Andy, Tammy and Mel were with Nick, despite being a year younger. They enjoyed each others' company and intelligence.
The principal was about to say something else, when the recess bell rang. She had run out of time for her closing.
"At least after this, we have P.E." said Mel, shrugging. "Lucky for you." Tammy said, slumping forward onto the table. Saying that Mel enjoyed Physical Education was an understatement. She excelled in every single sport their school offered, mostly in martial arts, especially in arnis, the Philippines' national martial art. Luckily for her, that was the sport assigned to the seventh graders.
"Give me a cold room, hot chocolate and a laptop anytime. I'd rather have that than physical strain." Said Tammy miserably.
"Just because you like computers, doesn't mean you have to be physically challenged." Mel offered, but Tammy glared at her. They tried convincing each other each day why their interest was better than the other. With mixed results.
"Hey, we have the food." Said Nick, holding up two sandwiches in one hand, and two doughnuts in the other. Andy was right behind her, holding four glasses of strawberry milk tea.
"Oh, and please don't tell me that you guys have started on your 'Mine's Better than Yours' conversation."
"Actually we—"
"Woah-kay." said Andy, plugging two earphones in her ears. She did not like those conversations.
Tammy glared at her friend, though she immediately went back to her talk with Mel.
After thirty minutes of arguing, recess was over, and their class headed over to the basketball court, which had been covered with mats for the seventh grade arnis classes. The four girls, whilst chatting, grabbing their gear with all their female classmates. When they walked out of the locker rooms, Andy walking backwards to talk to her friends, they all froze.
Andy had continued walking, asking "Hey, what's gotten into all of you?"
She got her answer, when she bumped into what felt like a delicious muscled hunk of sexy man.
"I assume you're all here for P.E." the delicious muscled hunk of sexy man said. Andy slowly turned around, and looked up.
"I'm Wing Fanchu, and I'll be your new P.E. teacher from here on."
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I will be regularly (FINALLY) updating every week and a half, so expect another chapter in about ten days. I actually wrote twenty-one chapters already, so rest assured I can update regularly, unless I'm crippled with illness or something to that extent.
Cheers again!
- Replica.