Welcome to HAEYP


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It was a heavy downpour in Jump City, the August showers flooded the streets causing massive traffic jams all throughout the city, those caught out of their homes or work where forced to seek shelter in any way they could.

For fifteen year old Anthony Crane the waters couldn't have come at a worse time, awoken by nearly drowning in his makeshift tent under a bridge at a park was not how he wanted his day to start. His unkempt dirty blond hair laid flat on his head from the rain, his once comfortable hoodie he found on the cheap at a thrift store was soaked all the way though along with his worn genes, the only consolation is that his old leather boots still held true and kept his feet dry.

"F…for fucks sake, how a…am I supposed to show up a…at the academy l…looking like this," he mumbled though chattering teeth.

The academy was a local private school known as the HAEYP Academy. One of the few schools in the nation that specialized in teaching meta humans, he had hoped that his situation was enough to get into the grant that would allow him free tuition and board, something that was advertised in the now waterlogged brochure in his pocket.

Anthony was still in the park, he passed a plaque that once read 'welcome to 'Reach Park' but had long been vandalized in red spray paint by the words 'Bum Forest' over the actual name of the park. He soon came upon an old man sitting up on a rain soaked bench, the old man was wearing a bulky camouflaged jacket, his long white hair fell down to his neck and his scraggly beard covered most of his lower face.

Upon seeing the drenched teenager the old man gave a toothy chuckle showing his gnarled yellow teeth. "I told ya it was gonna rain, these old bones don't lie," the old man spoke in a thick Georgian accent that was worn by age and alcoholism.

Anthony frowned as he sat down the far end of the bench, "You've been saying it was gonna rain for a week now Charles, your bones are worse than the weather man," now that he had warmed slightly from his walk, Anthony's Texan drawl was able to come out more clearly.

The old man shuffled slightly in his seat drawing a groan from his mouth thanks to his popping joints, "you at least listened to my advice about the boot trick son?"

Anthony nodded, "yeah ya old coot, my money's nice and dry thanks to these boys," he said gesturing to his leather boots on his feet.

Charles nodded, "good, good, just don't lose em like a fool and you should be good." He closed his eyes seeming to meld into his bulky jacket as he shifted to a comfortable position.

Anthony didn't chuckle, he just exhaled more air out of his nose than usual, "I'll try to remember that," a long silence fell between the two, the rain and the sounds of the surrounding city filled the air. "Thanks again old man…for everything," said Anthony gratefully.

The old man grunted, "ain't nothen but a thang son, now you go on and get your education."

Anthony felt a small smile on his lips, "will do," he said before walking away towards the city and out of the park, he got a few meters away before Charles' voice rang out above the rain.

"I best not see you back here or else I'll bust yo ass boy I'll tell what!"

This time Anthony did chuckle but he didn't look back, his time bumming it out in the park for scraps waiting for enrollment to start was over, at least he hoped.


Unfortunately for Anthony the academy was on the northern side of town just barely within city limits. He had enough for a bus to get him that far but only for a bus, if he wanted to eat today he'd have to hope that the academy would take him which isn't a guarantee. Or he could wait a day and try and scrounge up enough cash to both eat and go to the academy but by then the chances of him actually getting in were lowered due to the high demand.

The different possibilities and outcomes weighed on his mind, if he didn't eat today he might mess up in the interview to get into the grant. But if he did spend money on food the spots could be taken by tomorrow and he'll be up shit creek without a paddle. Walking was out of the question especially in this rain, he'd show up like some sort of water logged opossum and wouldn't give him the time of day, and the kindness of strangers was about as reliable as the security in any prison from Gotham.

In times like these he felt the temptation to just take what he wants, morally speaking stealing to feed yourself is usually not that bad but he was still raised better than that. His momma didn't raise no thief and he still had options even if they weren't obvious at the moment.

He walked along the partially flooded streets until he came upon a small corner store, from the window he could see a few cheap granola bars and chips but even then it was still too rich for his blood, he looked up at a blinking florescent light over the drink isle when he came upon an idea.

Entering the store he approached the bored looking clerk looking down at his phone, he stood in front of the man making sure his hands weren't in his pockets to not cause suspension. "Excuse me sir," he spoke.

The man looked up from his phone, the clerk immediately spotting the homeless vibe that was no doubt obvious by the state of his clothes. "Good morning what can I help you with?" The man asked in a thick Indian accent.

Anthony straitened his back, trying to look professional despite himself, "sir I notice you've got a problem with your light, I can fix it." He offered inwardly cringing at himself at how awkward he must look, normal people just don't offer to fix things for people.

The man looked at him cautiously at the strange offer, "that is okay we will call repair man later."

Seeing his opportunity at free food begin to slip away he decided to press on, "sir I'll be honest with you, I'm very hungry and I don't want to beg for money, please let me work for some cheap food."

The clerk looked sympathetic at the teen, "I understand sir but I cannot it is against company policy."

Anthony sighed, "the old, 'company policy' excuse again, why can't people just do honest work anymore and be rewarded for it" He thought with dismay. "I understand sir," his eyes flickered to the man's neck where a cross necklaces laid, "God bless," he said before making his way towards the door.

He was almost out the door when he heard the man call, "wait."

"Yes sir?" the teen questioned.

The clerk shuffled in his stance, he pulled out his wallet and place a five dollar bill on the counter the man then pretended to look busy with something behind the counter.

Taking the hint Anthony approached the counter and took the fiver, he went though and bought some cheap food that would fill him for a few hours before he approached the clerk.

"Did you find everything you need?" The man asked.

Anthony nodded as he gave clerk the money.

"Thank you come again," the man smiled at the teen.

"Thank you," he replied before leaving the store with a lighter feeling in his step.


Anthony found the bus a half hour later, his heart pounded in his chest at being so close to so many people, he silently prayed that no one would accidently touch him. He was standing in the back, hand looped around the hanging rubber handle to keep his balance as the transport moved though the busy streets of Jump City. He placed himself so that his backside was pressed against the back window and he occasionally exaggerated a cough into his arm to subtly keep people away from him.

The bus ride out of down town and towards the outskirts of the city was one of the most nerve racking things he has done on his long journey to California, right next to sleeping in an alley for the first time and hitch hiking. He could feel the bubbling of warmth right under his skin as his powers responded to his stress, he tried to close his eyes and breathe deeply to keep calm, it worked slightly until the bus caught a pot hole and made everyone standing stumble.

A woman tripped within inches of him, in that moment his stormy grey eyes flashed a golden glow. Thankfully it happened in only an instant and the woman quickly mumbled an apology before going back to standing a safe three feet away, only the slight smell of burnt fabric was evidence of his slip in control.

Anthony grimaced at once again ruining a perfectly good shirt, sure it was probably never going to wash off his body odor but it still had some good mileage left on it. "This ride can't end sooner," he lamented. The walls of the bus felt as if it was closing in around him, each person seemed to grow larger and more menacing, each near slip in concentration straining on his will power. His breath came out more raggedly, closing his eyes and pretending he wasn't there was about the only thing between over twenty living people on a bus and potentially hundreds of casualties.


Twenty grueling minutes later the bus finally reached his stop, he was the first one out of the back doors next to him and practically ran off the bus. After calming down he looked around to find himself at the edge of a upper middle class neighborhood from the direction he came and in front of him was a large parking lot which had a thick bar guarding unwanted vehicles from trespassing that was automated by some sort of scanner. Above the barred gate was a sign that read, 'student parking only,' which caused Anthony to feel more relaxed seeing how he was near his destination.

He walked along a road that lead from the parking lot and further away past a grove of trees, he saw a car enter the lot and park, he had to do a double take when the driver that walked out was wearing some sort of red spandex with a black division symbol on his chest. "Is that a drama kid?" He asked himself, shrugging it off as none of his business he continued forward.

Past the grove of trees he finally saw his destination, the academy was large with a domed roof that was colored in a honey brown paint and made to look like honeycombs. Outside was a large well-kept lawn of grass that had a large track that seemed to wrap around the entire property. The road stopped at a clearly marked student drop off location and from the road was a walk way that lead uphill towards the main building. If he squinted his eyes and got on the tips of his toes he could see another building behind the main one that shared the rounded honeycomb roof.

He whistled in appreciation, "Wow, they really take the bee theme to a whole new level." He said allowed.

He followed the walk way towards the main building, anxiety coming back into his gut as he felt himself walk in its shadow despite the overcast sky. "Move it scum bucket!" A childish voice yelled crudely behind him.

Anthony ducked just in time to see what looked like a midget in green spandex fly above him in some sort of jet back. "Wow what in the hell?" he cursed watching the back of the strange airborne child disappear past a turn. He shook his head, he should have expected strange things at a school who teaches meta humans, but that well, that was not the type of strange he had prepared himself for.

Shaking it off as best he could he continued forwards and soon found himself following the signs that lead him to the councilors office. He waited in a line of his fellow teens and some children, ages ranging from his best guess to about ten years old to eighteen. He felt a pang in his heart at seeing a woman with her twelve year old daughter, seeing the mother talking quietly with the girl made him miss his own mother.

"Your name Sir?" The voice of the receptionist brought him back to reality.

"Anthony Crane ma'am," he replied politely.

"Alright have a seat and we'll call you," the receptionist informed after typing his name in her laptop.

Anthony found the only other seat available was sandwiched between a nervous looking kid with a bandana over his eyes and a tall teen with a buzz cut so he decided to stay standing against a wall away from everyone else. Silent hoping he doesn't come off as rude or creepy while doing so.

The clock on the wall ticked in the silent waiting room, minute after minute a student would be called to talk with one of the councilors and would leave the room. Sometimes in the case of the kid with a bandana over his eyes and the buzz cut teen they would leave with smiles on their faces. Other times like in the case with the younger kids they would leave crestfallen with their parents or guardians whispering reassurances to them.

Finally after half an hour the receptionist called, "Anthony Crane."

He was jolted to attention at the mention of his name he saw the receptionist pointing towards a doorway that stood ajar. He entered and followed down the hallway till he passed an open doorway, "Mr. Crane in here," a voice called.

Anthony stopped in his tracks and turned around, he saw an older man with slicked back white hair and long pointed goatee wearing an expensive looking white suite sitting behind a desk. On his desk was a plaque that read, 'Professor Blood,' in its inscription.

The councilor stood up as he entered the room and stretched his hand out in greeting.

Anthony eyed the hand for a second, just barely resisting the engrained habit of reaching out to take it politely. "Uhh forgive me sir if I don't shake hands," he apologized awkwardly.

Blood didn't seem at all perturbed and kept a welcoming smile on his face, "that's fine Mr. Crane, please have a seat so we can discuss your future."

The man's demeanor put Anthony at ease and he found it almost relaxing to be in the councilor's presence.

The Professor pulled out a few brochures and other pamphlets from a stack on his desk, all in keeping with the bee hive aesthetic in some way with the obligatory smiling teens of all race and gender looking happy for the camera on the covers. "So Mr. Crane what is it that brought you to our fine academy?"

He sat up in his chair, much like earlier today in the corner store he tried to look his best interview ready self despite his situation. "I was actually interested in applying for the UGYP grant sir."

Blood looked surprised at hearing that, "apologies if I'm surprised, usually ones looking to get into the 'Uniquely Gifted Young Peoples' grant are more…outwardly obvious." He explained.

Anthony nodded, he was grateful that whatever the hell happened to him didn't morph him into some disgusting abomination, a lot of people weren't that lucky. "That's fine sir, I do my best to blend in."

Blood nodded before he leaned forward, putting his fingers in a steeple he asked. "The program is in very high demand these days, what can you do, why should we accept you?"

He breathed in deeply, "Sir I'll be honest with you I don't know what all I can do, I just know that its dangerous and I'm desperate and out of options, I don't know how to control my powers and I don't want to hurt anyone else."

Blood narrowed his eyes, making Anthony feel very exposed under his gaze. "Does this danger have anything to do with you not shaking hands?"

He swallowed a lump in his throat, feeling a weight set on him, "yes…I can't touch anyone or else they get hurt," he explained.

"O how so?" Blood sounded slightly more interested now.

He felt his powers begin to bubble up just under the surface in response to the anxious feeling swirling around in his gut like a typhoon. "It depends, once a person's entire hand went limp for hours, another person went blind…sometimes people get burnt," he whispered the last part.

"Interesting…" Blood trailed off looking at Anthony and seeing a slight golden light emanate from his eyes. "Mr. Crane your situation is not uncommon, when a meta human first gains their gifts it could be wild and uncontrollable. But I can't accept your word alone, if you had a recommendation it would be easier but without them I will need to see your abilities for myself to feel confident to take your case to the board."

Anthony nodded expecting that but dreading it all the same, "what do you need me to do?" He asked.

The councilor stood from his desk, "because of the uncertainty of your power we cannot test you here, come there is a private chamber just for this occasion," he lead the teen out to the hallway, past the receptionist and out of the counseling area.

They walked farther into the main building until they came upon an elevator, Anthony and Blood entered it going down, floor after floor they went down deep into the underground. Anthony felt if they went any further they might actually strike oil, that was until the elevator stopped and opened to a hallway of metallic walls, floors and ceilings. He was no longer surprised at the dedication in keeping to the bee hive theme at this point, inwardly he wondered if the founder of the academy had the power to control bees.

"You will not need to worry about unleashing your full power in this room, it was built to withstand eight point O earthquakes even when underground." Blood explained as they came upon a set of steel double door that were locked by a coding mechanism.

Blood entered the code on the doors and they opened to reveal a twenty foot by twenty square room that was entirely encased in steel. On the side of the wall was a one way mirror, on the ceilings were bright white florescent lights and between those lights where many sprinklers.

"Step inside Mr. Cane, I will be in the next room behind the glass." Blood instructed before entering a side door.

Anthony gave a few deep calming breathes, "it's okay, you won't hurt anyone, you can let go here." He tried to tell himself. His boots echoed in the steel room, the buzz of the lights and his deep breathing rang louder to his ears than the noise of Jump City ever did.

"Okay Mr. Crane whenever you're ready," the voice of blood sounded from an intercom near the one way mirror.

He breathed deeply and closed his eyes, feeling the untamed energy swirling beneath the surface being held back by sheer willpower alone. "It's okay, just let go, let go, let…" his eyes opened, a bright golden light radiated like a light house against a dark ocean, "go." Finally after so long he let the chain he just barely held onto within his mind snap and a torrent of golden energy rushed out of every cell of his body. His clothes were instantly incinerated by the golden light, the steel walls and door groaned against the force of the energy while the one way mirror shattered completely forcing Blood to duck down to safety.

A rush of energy and power followed his breaking of the tentative hold he had on his abilities, but with it came another rush, a horde of information stampeded into his mind. Hundreds upon hundreds of dissonant voices spoke in his head at once, it was too much for him, instinctively putting his hands on his ears trying to quiet the voices. "Ahh, too much, too many voices, too loud!" He cried, falling to his knees as waves upon wave of golden energy bashed against the steel around him.

"Fascinating," Blood whispered in awe at the sheer power of the teenager. Blood risked poking his head out from safety to find the boy clenching his head and on his knees, "well we can't have that," he said.

"Sleep," Blood commanded with a quick flash of red from his eyes.

In an instant the golden light seemed to dissipate into the air like an aerosol, Anthony fell face first onto the heated steel floor.

"My, my Mr. Crane, you have certainly proven yourself worthy of the grant, with time you may prove yourself useful to me." Blood chuckled darkly.


Anthony awoke with a start, only being held from jumping out of the bed he found himself in by the heaviness he felt all over his body. He felt as if he had been working out every muscle he knew and more he didn't for days, his mouth felt dry and his head was pounding worse than his first hangover he got after he drank some of his dad's stash of moonshine.

"Oooo," he groaned.

"Good your awake," the voice of councilor blood spoke from beside him.

He felt embarrassed at having passed out during his test, he had hoped he could keep it on the level but he just wasn't used to that kind of power. "I'm defiantly not getting in now, I'd be lucky if they don't charge me a huge ass medical bill," he lamented.

"Don't strain yourself now, it's common for those of higher capabilities to find themselves losing control, your symptoms are in line with what is known as personal energy overload, or PEO it's when you strain your own powers beyond your limits which is what you did today." Blood explained.

"Thanks captain obvious, is your power hindsight?" Anthony sassed inwardly.

"I can tell that you still need your rest but let me be the first to congratulate you Mr. Crane, welcome to HAEYP academy." And with that Blood left the medical wing leaving the teenager alone with his thoughts.

Anthony smiled, his eyes still closed having never opened them after waking up. With great effort he pulled his forearm above his mouth and silently wept tears of relief into his arm.


It took him nearly two days to recover fully, the nurses who where caring for him were nice, they often joked that the year hadn't even started and they were already seeing training accidents. What amazed him the most however was that the medical wing used state of the art worker drones to assist the nurses. They were so articulate and advanced that they were able to correctly measure and give the dosages for his pain killers and even help him walk to the bathroom.

"Whoever funds this place has got to be beyond loaded," he would often think in wonder.

Anthony for the first time in a long time felt appreciated as he put on the set of new clothes the school provided him. He wore a black T-shirt that had a cartoonish bee giving a cheeky grin, his pants were honey brown basketball shorts, his trusty boots melted in the testing room so he felt a bit awkward in the bee themed sneakers. All of this school pride merchandise would have usually run a pretty penny considering the school he now went to was so popular but the nurses assured that everything was paid for through the grant. Hearing that put a lot of his worries to rest but he couldn't help but feel that he it was too good to be true, like they'll find out he doesn't belong and kick him to the curb, it was irrational he knew but it was a fear that had been growing in him.

He was just getting ready to leave the nursing wing for the first time since the test when a young man in his mid-twenties, carrying a clip board, stepped into the room. "Anthony Crane please follow me to your dorm room." He said in a bored monotone.

The teen quickly fell in line and followed the twenty something into the halls. "Your syllabus for the year will be found in your room, attached will be a form where you will pick up to seven elective classes, where you can rate them from ones you are most interested in to least. Out of those seven four will be picked based on availability and how you test on the introductory academic tests." The man droned as if reading a script word for word, "My name is Mike and I will be your student advocate for the year, if you have any problems come see me," he continued as they walked through the metallic hallways of the academy.

Anthony followed in silence, feeling excitement at the prospect of finding out what elective classes a school for meta humans had available. "I wonder if they have archeology classes or something that helps me get into a good college that has that type of program." He mused.

A few minutes of walking later found Anthony at the front of his new dorm room numbered three hundred and ninety four. Mike pressed a button on the door and it automatically slid open with a hiss.

"Wow," Anthony commented as he entered the room, it was nice, he had the room to himself if the one full bed was anything to go by, on the foot of the bed was a dresser. A desk was against the back wall with a small desk light atop it and a small lap top next to the lamp. There was a small book shelf on the right side, next to the book shelf was a mini fridge, next to that was a countertop that had a microwave and a sink with a washer machine below the sink and above the countertops were two cupboards. On the same wall was a door to a small bath room with only a shower and a toilet inside.

"Directions to the testing room will be on the back of your class syllabus, please give your elective paper to the teacher at the testing room." Mike droned before he pressed the automatic doors shut and left.

Anthony found the paperwork neatly placed atop his bed, he laid down and started to read the various classes available. "Okay the standard four, that's a given but what else is there?" He wondered as he flipped turned a page over," intro to engineering, philosophy, into to business intro to physiology, wait…" He stood sat up in his bed looking questioningly at the paper.

"Into to eugenics, theory of mayhem, magic 101, what the hell?" He stood up with the paper in his hand, pacing around the room he tried to reason with himself. "Okay theory of mayhem could just be a more niche philosophy class, magic 101, I mean yeah magic exists how in the fuck else does superman fly but intro to eugenics? Okay uhh maybe it's not what I think, yep totally not what I think, you're okay Anthony you totally didn't just sign up with neo-Nazis." He reasoned aloud.

There were more subjects that were on the elective list but he decided on his top four picks, philosophy was number one because it was a blow off class for him. "If you can sit around and go hmmm at the world then you're basically Plato," he joked to himself.

Second was magic 101 because he was really curious about it and wanted to know if he could turn wood into gold.

Third was theory of mayhem for much the same reason as magic and philosophy, it seemed like it could be a blow off class but also from its description it looked like there was a lot of class trips involved as well.

Fourth, while he was tempted our of morbid curiosity to see if eugenics wasn't going to just be a bunch of justifying racism with science he decided to go for intro to extraterrestrial studies which was a no brainer.

With his main electives selected he weighed his options and decided that the other three, while not fun, where probably going to be best for his future. So he picked business, engineering, and art 101.

He saw the directions to the testing room on the back, it was actually a helpful print out of the floor he was supposed to go to. He soon found his way to the elevator and went up to the second underground floor. "Note to self, ask a teacher why everything is underground when they have a perfectly good building above." He mused as he made his way to the testing room.


The testing room was a lecture hall that had an bespectacled older man with graying hair on the sides of his head as the attending teacher sitting behind a desk at the front of the room. His entrance cause the teacher to turn to him, "welcome young man please take a test packet the instructions will be on the paper, you can leave your elective paper with me."

Anthony nodded and took a packet off the teacher's desk while leaving the elective paper, he made his way to a far desk away from the eight other students quietly taking their test. He opened the packet and sighed in relief when he saw that he wasn't going to be timed, well he did technically have a time limit but that wasn't until at the end of the work day so he effectively had about six hours to finish.

English was easy enough, only stumbling on the more esoteric rules of the language, but his hand writing wasn't all that good so he might just get a C for his affront to the written word out of principle.

Science was kind of all over the place due to the fact that the subject is the most board in academia, there was some biology which wasn't all that hard. Knowing that the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell is apparently just as important at superhero school as it was in regular school. But chemistry was as annoying, he just found it harder to remember the chemical number of boron that it was remembering the Alamo.

Math was and always will be the devil, he made sure he got his answers right but it was much more mentally taxing than anything else, "and fuck whoever thought it would be a good idea to add fucking letters to my numbers, I just figured out all the regular shit now you up and spilled your damn alphabet soup in my math," he raged silently.

History was a walk in the park, especially when they skimmed over it, "thank you American education system for only ever caring about America, I'd have a fit if you made me write an essay on the war of the roses out of nowhere." He thought amusedly.

The last of the packet was questionnaire, a personality quiz that had the answers being on a scale of one out of ten, one being not likely at all to ten being the most likely.

Question one, if you knew that a person was stuck in a burning building, how likely would you be to save them? The test read. "okay damn right off to the morality questions, fuck well… " H He shook his head in frustration. "Damn I hate these cause they never give any context. How far along is the fire, what floor is the person on, are the fire fighters already responding to it, am I me as I am now or am I me as I know how to use my powers? Fuck it six I guess, depending on a lot of stuff."

Question two, you are on a heist and the authorities have you surrounded, how likely are you to surrender without a fight? "The fuck does that mean, why am I on a heist in this scenario, on who's authority am I being surrounded, am I trying to steal the cure for cancer to distribute it to the masses, am I on a panty raid, is this just your run of the mill bank heist?" He thought on it for a moment and guessed that the generic bank heist scenario to the what the testers most likely had in mind, "uhh seven cause I'm white and I won't have to be worried about being shot by Cali cops." He joked.

Question three, Superman has the person you love most in his grasp and he looks angry, how likely are you to attack superman to save the one you love? "Uhh, 6 I guess, cause superman seems like a reasonable guy so violence will most likely be not needed, but if negation is out of the question then fuck yeah I'd try and attack him, doesn't matter if he could kill me with a flick of his finger." He answered.

Question four, if a law is in the way of your personal goals how likely would you be to break that law? "Ugh again with the vague questions, I guess it depends on the law, I'm technically a pirate for downloading all that music a while back, and I have jay walked before, and I have removed the tag on my mattress that says do not remove under penalty of law. But I mean I won't kill someone for better status or rape a woman even if I was really into them, I guess since I technically am a criminal under the eyes of the law then yea I'd say seven but context still matters."

The questionnaire went on in this manner for twenty six more questions all questioning him what he would do in matters of moral dilemma. He thought it was really pointless cause answers during hypotheticals are basically useless in practice, "you can't know how you will react to a situation unless you are actually in it, after all its easy to be brave behind castle walls," was Anthony's thoughts on the portion of the test.

He turned in the packet to find that three hours have passed, a majority of it no doubt being taken by the questionnaire and math, in that time about twenty students had already come and gone before him making him feel very self-conscious about his answers.

"You all done?" The spectacled teacher asked.

He nodded, "yes sir," he answered respectfully.

"Good, Professor Blood wants to meet with you about the results of your initial abilities test, he should be in his class room down the hall to the left," the older man instructed.

"Okay, thank you," he left to find Blood promptly.


Just down the hall a few meters away was the room he was looking for, he opened the door to find another lecture hall and the professor in question placing papers in front of each chair. "You wanted to see me sir?" Anthony asked entering the classroom.

Blood smiled in greeting at the teenager, "ah yes Mr. Crane I see you recovered well," he greeted friendly.

Anthony felt himself at ease a the calming smile of the professor. "Yes I have, the nurses were a big help."

Blood seemed to glide down the stairs as he approached the student, "they do work wonders, but your recovery is not why I asked you to see me." Blood smoothly gestured to a nearby chair which Anthony took without a second thought.

"Mr. Crane your results for the initial abilities test have finally come back, it would have taken only a few hours but your test was…uniquely explosive."

Anthony felt embarrassment at that, "O yeah…I'm really sorry about that, I'll do my best to pay the school back for the damages," he spoke guiltily.

Blood turned his back to the student to hide a smirk, "I am sure you will, now let me get the test results," he grabbed a piece of paper on his desk on the far side of the room.

"Now," Blood began walking to Anthony, "when scanned for what type of energy you manipulate your results came back quite strangely, we can see that it is magical in nature but the type of magic has yet to be identified. The energy signature is not like anything I or my colleagues have come across ever before, due to this, and along with the observation of some sort of telepathic abilities, we have come to the decision for both your safety and others that you will be given an inhibitor for your powers until the time we deem it safe for you to live without it."

Anthony nodded along, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders at finally understanding at least a bit of what's been going on with him but the mention of an inhibitor put him back on edge. "What do you mean by inhibitor?" He asked.

Blood took out a black and yellow stripped ring from his shirt pocket and handed it to the teen, "right now you have spent most of your magical reserves and therefore is easier for you to keep in check, but you will find that another day of rest will make it much harder to keep your powers in check. This ring will act as a barrier for your reserves to fully recover, although it is not strong enough to keep your powers at bay indefinitely, it would still act to keep it regulated." The Professor explained.

Anthony took the ring in his hand, "it isn't going to be some kind of evil ring that would turn me into a pale goblin thing is it?" He asked awkwardly.

Blood chuckled, "no it's merely a wonder of technology, although if you wear it for long and pass your energies though it enough it may obtain some of your magical properties, but you'll learn all about enchantment in your classes."

The teenager put the ring on, placing it on his right ring finger, he felt the metaphorical chain he has used to keep his powers at bay slacken as if the weight of the burden had been shouldered. He looked to see Blood with is arm outstretched, he tentatively took the hand of his Professor and marveled at being able to touch another human being for the first time in nearly a year.

"You will do great things for this school Mr. Crane, I can't wait to see you rise in our ranks." Blood admitted with a smile.

Anthony couldn't help but to smile along with him, "I can't wait either, I'll earn my keep here Professor I promise."

"Yes," Anthony didn't see the quick flash of red in Blood's eyes, "yes you will."


AN: So this is my first try at a Teen Titans story, I've been wanting to do this for a while, the show being so dear to me and kinda the first story to awaken my inspiration of writing. I don't know why it's taken me so long to finally sit down and write a Teen Titans fic but hey better late than never.

I didn't want my character to be an angst edge lord that hated the world, to me that's the makings of an annoying and immature character. Anthony is just a normal red blooded American who's had the meta human life dumped on him, he isn't a boy scout nor is he looking to cause trouble or make waves in the world. That obviously might change later on because character development tends to do that, but as it is he's pretty much the near antitheses of the brooding edge lord that hates everything because 'we live in a society.'

I would love some feedback in any case, I will admit that I have not read too many Teen Titan fics and therefore am not fully aware of all of the clichés present in this section of fan fiction so if you see me delving into an overused plot device or using a type of arc that has been run into the ground than please let me know. There will be pairings but I'm still unsure as to what it will be for the time being so I won't label them at the moment.

That being said thank you for taking your time to read this to the end and I hope you have a good day.