Resurrection: Code XANA
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT!!!! Own Code Lyoko, or any related characters, names, ect., ect. Code Lyoko belongs to the French, not me.
Chapter 1: Dmitry
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"Wow, this place is bigger than I thought," thought a new student attending the Kadic Junior High School; just an average kid (black hair, green eyes, glasses). He was quite nervous, being far away from his parents for the first time in his life, and not any friends, he had every right in being nervous. He had seen an abandoned factory the other day while exploring town, even though that part of the city was marked "off-limits" for students by order of the Head Master, Mr. Belpois, and planned to try to explore the area more, curious as to what the factory was. He had the weekend to roam around the grounds, being a new student, and had plenty of time to unpack his things. His parents had bought him a state-of-the-art computer system, hoping it would assist him in his 'strenuous studies,' not that he would need it. After locating his room, one of which he seemed to have to himself, with only one bed but still the size of the other rooms with two people living in, he put his computer together, getting it ready for when, IF, he needed to use it. He walked out of the dorm and outside to the grounds, seeing many kids conversing in some way or another.
"Just like my old school," thought the student, "well, not like it isn't anything I'm NOT used to, I guess." At the school before this, he had never had any friends, which he didn't mind, his parents had always told him he didn't need to worry about the dead weight. But, he always wondered what would happen if he had one, just one, friend. He shook his head, shedding these thoughts away from his head, and continued to waltz around the grounds, becoming familiar with his schedule, trying to figure out his best course so he could get to class early and on time. He looked down at his schedule, which read:
Period 1... Chemistry... Room 221... Mrs. Belpois
Period 2... Gym... Gymnasium... Mr. Eleus
Period 3... Calculus... Room 326... Mr. Bleig
Period 4... Free Study... Study Hall... Mr. Stern
Period 5... Lunch
Period 6...AP English... Library... Mrs. Ray
Period 7... Photography... Room 009... Mr. Robbia
He laughed slightly at his class choices, only being a ninth-grader, these classes were well ahead of his time. Most of the classes were locked, with the exception of his Chemistry class, which had a lady with pink hair sitting at the desk, checking papers. She caught his figure move away from the door out of the corner of her eye, not too surprising seeing the young man was 6 feet tall.
"Can I help you?" she asked, wondering why a new student was waltzing around this section of the building.
"No, I was just looking around the building," replied the student, "you're Mrs. Belpois right?" The teacher nodded. "Okay, well I guess I'll see you first period Monday morning."
"What's your name?" she asked, pulling up her first period roster on her computer.
"My name? I'm Dmitry Freeman, I just transferred here." A look of disbelief appeared on the pink-haired teacher's face when her eyes skimmed across his name.
"You're a ninth grader?" Dmitry nodded in response. The teacher smiled at him, "well, welcome to the school Dmitry, I'll see you on Monday." Dmitry left without a word, shy of meeting anyone new, heck, just shy of talking to other people. Mrs. Belpois sighed, remembering how much he reminded her of her husband, only for his intelligence.
Dmitry had noticed many cameras around the grounds, trying to figure out how to make his way to the mysterious factory without being noticed. He had a camera with him, hoping to take some interesting pictures when he got in, if he got in. He walked around the woods for a while, trying to weigh his options, until he tripped over a mound of grass with his massive foot, how he cursed himself for having freakishly large feet, and landed with a metallic thud. He couldn't concentrate on his pain because he was overpowered by his curiosity by the source of the metal thud.
"Okay… I've heard some pretty crazy things before, but… this is just weird." He tapped on the ground with his fist gently, hearing an echo. He lifted his foot up, and saw that the grass had… snagged it? He pulled his foot up, along with a patch of grass. He looked under the hole in the grass and saw a shiny surface, took both hands and, knowing this was against school policies and if there was a camera nearby, he was busted, and began to pull back. The further he went back, the larger the manhole grew.
"This place just gets weirder and weirder… pink-haired teachers… manholes in the middle of a forest… I have a feeling I won't be bored anymore." He examined the manhole and pulled up, and it came up with ease. His nose was greeted with a not so pleasant smell, but then again, it WAS a sewer, what did he expect? He climbed down the ladder inside, and saw a scooter propped on the side of the wall, a little bit of moss covering it. It was tilted in a certain direction, and Dmitry followed the sidewalk to the river of sludge in the center of it. He continued to walk until he saw another manhole exit, decided he couldn't take the smell any longer, and climbed out. Out of the, in his honest opinion, dumbest luck, he was right across the bridge, the strange factory on the other side. He grasped his camera, and ran across the bridge, ducking under two chains blocking off the bridge, ignoring the signs dangling off them, which read:
DANGER: STAY OUT
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Dmitry is pronounced Dimitri, Dmitry is the proper Russian way to spell it.
Okay, so chapter 1 of Ressurection: Code XANA is finished. This is my first fic every, so please read and review.