So I've yet to finish a fic...but it will happen eventually, I promise. Anyways, enjoy!
WARNINGS FOR CHAPTER: Swearing
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the idea for this fic
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Matt's POV:
I kicked a rock down the sidewalk as I walked towards a huge, mansion type building. The grounds behind it were HUGE, or so I'd been told by my social worked. Yeah, like he'd know. He's too scared to come anywhere near this place. I wonder why? He had dropped me off a block away, with some papers I have to give to a man named Roger, and a backpack full of my stuff.
I guess I should say where I'm going, huh? I'm almost to my new home, Wammy's Orphanage. I used to live in a farmhouse with my dad but, three weeks ago it caught fire one night. The police couldn't find my dad's body (or charred remains), and were baffled on how I had escaped unscathed. When questioned, I told them the truth, a dog led me out safely. The only thing is, we never owned a dog. It could've been a stray but I highly doubt it. Oh well, I guess. The only things the fire left me were a bag of my things from my aunt's house, and a small hope that my dad was still alive somewhere.
As my mental chatter ended, I noticed I had reached the front door. "I guess I just walk on in then."
I opened the door and walked inside. The interior were soft brown and gold colors, and the ceiling was a creamy white. There were two separate spiral staircases in the main room, which is where I was standing. 'Jesus Christ! I won't be able to find anything in this ginormous place!' Oh wait, there's a boy over on the stairs. I'll ask him!' I ran over to him. His hair was entirely white, he was dressed all in white, he was really pale, and he had dark grey eyes.
"Hi I'm Matt. Can you tell me how to get to Roger's office?"
"Go straight up the right staircase and then make a left, and his office is the door at the very end of the hall. I'm Near by the way."
"Thank! Bye." I saw Near's eyes flash blue as I turned to leave. I shook it off and headed up the stairs.
5 flights of stairs and 7 hallways later, I was exhausted and hadn't found Roger's office yet. 'Where the hell is it?!'
"Hey!"
I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek and my eyes snapped open. I was laying on the floor in the same spot as where I saw Near earlier. A blonde with shoulder length hair, piercing blue eyes, and a chocolate bar hanging out of his mouth, stood over me.
"Are you okay? He helped me up.
"Uh yeah...Who are you? Where'd Near go?"
He laughed. "You met Near? He played a mind trick on you. That little bastard. You must be new here. I'm Mello. And you are?"
"Matt. I'm looking for Roger's office. Can you help me? I asked Near but...Wait, what did he do to me?"
"Got into your head and made your mind think you were moving while your body stayed still."
We started walking towards Roger's office (or so Mello says) and I was confused. Was Near one of those psychics you see on TV? Hmm...?
He looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "You do know why you're here right?"
"Uh...because my parents are dead?"
Mello's POV:
As I was walking through the main room I saw a redhead, that looked about a year younger than me, (I'm 16 if anyone cares), laying on the floor in front of the left staircase. He was twitching and muttering like he was having a seizure or something. A blue aura was around him. 'Near!' I slapped him around a little to snap him out o fit. Thankfully, it worked. He looked up at me, and my chocolate almost fell out of my mouth. He has the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen!
"Are you okay?" I helped him up. His hands are warm! (insert anime schoolgirl heart here -.-).
"Uh...yeah. Who are you? Where'd Near go?"
I couldn't help myself and burst out laughing. It's not that finding him like that was funny, but that the damn albino had finally moved on to other people, was hilarious. He'd been playing with my head for the last year. Which is one of the many reasons why I hate that little prick. "You met Near? He played a mind trick on you. That little bastard. You must be new here. I'm Mello. And you are?"
"Matt. I'm looking for Roger's office. Can you help me? I asked Near but...Wait, what did he do to me?"
I looked him over; red (and I mean red) hair, a black and white long sleeve striped shirt, skinny jeans, combat boots, and a tan and fur vest. You bet I'll help you out cutie! "Got into you're head and made your mind think you were moving, while your body stayed still."
We started moving, Matt following behind me. It then dawned on me that he might not know what this place is for, even though he should. "You do know why you're here, right?"
"Uh...because my parents are dead?" Matt looked at me like I had mental issues.
"You have powers, right? You obviously do if you're here. This place is for us orphans with special powers." I inwardly sighed. 'Why don't parents tell their kids this shit so that Roger doesn't make me do it? Gawd!'
"Powers?" Matt rolled his eyes. "Whatever you're smoking, I want some." He laughed at his joke.
"Huh...I guess it's possible that your powers are still dormant." I muttered, thinking out loud.
Matt gave me a 'You-have-issues' look.
My eye twitched. I hate being accused of being wrong, even if it was coming from Mr. Sexy Redhead; Matt. "I'll prove it!" I held my hand out and made an apple appear in my hand out of thin air, and held it out to him. He knocked it away like it was a poisonous snake.
"What are you?!"
I rolled my eyes. "Calm your tits. I'm not going to hurt you. I can make a lot more things than an apple. I can make anything, actually, just not living things. If I could, I would be God." I laughed a little at my own joke. "Everyone here at Wammy's has a power, some shitty, other's awesome. Some even have genetic mutations, like wings and stuff like that. If you're here then so do you." They finally stopped in front of a large brown door. "Here's Roger's office." I turned to leave.
"Wait!" He grabbed my arm. "Will you stay with me till the intro is over?"
How could I say no? "Sure thing."