Chapter 1: Dan Bastille and Daft Punk
The large town of Sugarland houses an all-female student body private academy called St. Ingénues. Here, a woman can learn how to survive in the male dominated country. Here a woman can find herself an identity. Here one could discover their inner potential.
Celebrating its 84 years of education, the year 2014 will be a year of success according to the headmistress Madonna. The headmistress has longed known the halls of St. Ingénues, because she herself has also been a student. Madonna had succeeded in the world of business, being a woman of power in numerous companies. With her hard earn wealth, Madonna decided to retire from business and return to her Alma Mater to become headmistress.
However, rarely anyone sees Madonna outside from 1-on-1 meetings, graduations, or that occasion of seeing her walking into a conference room with a clique of her assistant principals. The students do hear her voice on a daily basis when she makes the morning announcements. Listening close you can hear her smile and her tone of pride. This is common interaction with Madonna, although the students who have actual caught glimpses of her claim that she has pure White hair that went down to her shoulders, and wore black office clothes sometimes with a skirt or a pantsuit. She dressed her best as any Headmaster would. She also had a reputation of being a mysterious figure, going as far as some saying that she is a figurehead and that her "cousin" Marky Mark is the real Headmaster.
All this didn't matter to one Danielle Bastille, who was a regular girl with a regular life. She wore a look of boredom and irked. She was an introvert and a shut-in, who spent most of her free time in the computer lab. She does however, possess a great interest in technology. Constantly researching the most advance state of the art smartphones, which camera has the best quality for pictures, which headphones have the best sound, and overall technological advancements in science. She plans on being an engineer and will study to be one after graduating this year being her senior year. And a year she will not forget.
During the first week of school, Bastille went through the motions as she did last year. Today, she went to the restroom despite having a fear of germs, but she had to go. When she entered the restroom two girls were hanging out in front of the middle and furthest sink. Bastille knew who they were, they were loners like her. Simon had short shaggy black hair that looked greasy, she also had a round face with bags under her eyes. Garfunkel, the girl next to her, had a long face and beady eyes with a lumpy orange afro. They turned their attention from each other to Bastille, they both wore a sly smile as Bastille made her way to the nearest stall.
"Well go-od morning, Bastille." said Garfunkel. "Did you remember to get your syllabus signed by your parents? Cuz seems like you forgot."
Bastille stopped before the opening the stall. When she had gotten to school she forgot to ask for her parent's signature. Bastille turned her head to them and asked, "How did you know?"
"I've been told I'm a mind reader, like how I know that you broke another strap on one of your bras, or how you tripped on your way home and scraped your knee because you feel on the way home!" claimed Garfunkel.
Sweat started to perspire from Bastille's brow. She was wearing pants, how could she know that she had tripped and fell? Or that she broken a strap on her bra? "L-lucky guesses, you're good at that, Garfunkel." Bastille stated nervously.
"Cuz I can read minds, it is not luck. I am currently reading you like a book, well more like a coloring book!" boasted Garfunkel as Simon started to giggle to herself. "I also see that you're a Stand User!"
Bastille eyes widened, what is a Stand User? She thought to herself. Why is this happening to me? Why are these weirdoes trying to mess around with me? She stopped locking eyes with them and turned her head towards the stall door. She slowly opens it and as soon as it is wide enough for her to enter. She then quickly gets in and locks the door.
The lock then moves back to the unlock position. Bastille eyes widened even more as she thought that if it was jammed or her imagination. She tried locking it and it moved back immediately. Now she was definitely sure that the lock was moving by itself as if it refused to lock. Laughter from the sink started to grow.
"Having trouble with the lock?" asked Simon as she laughed. "The reason you're having so much trouble is because I'm unlocking it!"
Bastille peeked through the cracks in between the stall door. Simon had a glowing hat that resembled a Newsboy Cap that was pink and red with 4 bells on the bill of the hat. She then noticed that Garfunkel was wearing a very stylish, almost futuristic looking purple sunglasses that did not have the temples, but only the frames that looked like it was floating on her face.
"These are our Stands" said Garfunkel. "My Stand: SOUNDS OF SILENCE allows me to read anyone's thoughts and can let me communicate telepathically with whom I choose. Simon's Stand: WEDNESDAY MORNING's ability allowed it to unlock that door without lifting a finger."
"Telekinesis basically, we're a psychic duo," said Simon.
A pair of psychos thought Bastille. She was sweating, she had no idea what was going on. She believe it to be some kind hallucination. Maybe she was in the computer lab and dozed off. Sadly, this was real as can be. And here she is stuck in a bathroom stall while two creeps taunt her. All she wanted was to do her business and leave.
"Well look who's getting harder to read now since I gave them such a large hint," said Garfunkel annoyed that she's now having to put some effort.
Bastille was concealing her thoughts, she now knows what happened to her over the summer wasn't some kind of hallucination but an actual event. While toying with an old MP3 player in July, the device started to come apart. Not in way that it broke but started to form into a different shape in her hands. It formed into a humanoid shape with the screen being its chest, the buttons and the screen its legs, the side its arms, and the top of the device formed into a head with the audio jack at the top of the head. It was a small robot but it turned back into the device. These five seconds happened so fast that Bastille could not believe that it actually happened before her eyes.
She spent majority of her summer trying to replicate what happened, when she focused her hardest it did it again but only lasted a maximum of five seconds. Now with this information, and the stressful situation outside the stall, Bastille focused even harder on her "Stand" power. She reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone and went into the contacts. She called a number in her contacts but did not put up the phone to her ear. Garfunkel's phone began to ring.
"Y-you're calling me? Im having trouble reading you so I don't know. Maybe it's..." said Garfunkel. She carefully took out her phone and saw that it was Bastille calling her. "Why the hell are you calling me, idiot? I'm right here!" she yelled angrily.
"Why does she have your number anyway?" asked Simon.
"We were in a group for a project last year and we had to give each other our numbers. She never called me about anything-"
Garfunkel was cut off by her phone changing in her hand. It had turned into a small robotic figure that stood in the palm of her hand. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Garfunkel shrieked out loud in confusion. She suddenly clutched the robot in her hand and put it into a vise.
"Is-is this your Stand's ability?" asked Garfunkel desperately. She intensely leered towards the stall that Bastille was keeping herself in. A vein in her forehead started to poke out, she was really trying to get past Bastille's thought block. Then, a small blade stabbed through Garfunkel's hand. She yelped in pain while the robot leapt out of her hand. It had blades in its forearms that which the one on its left side was wet with Garfunkel's blood. The blades retracted as it was going through the air. "Why don't I demonstrate what I can do!" stated Bastille with a tone of confidence.
The robot cocked back its right arm, readying a punch. It then landed its fist right square in Garfunkel's left cheek. The sheer force from this small five and half inch tall robot was astonishing. Both Simon and Bastille could hear the air pop from the combination of the speed and power of the punch, it sounded like a gunshot when it hit Garfunkel. She turned as the robot jumped back and flew into the mirror in front of the sink. Her face met with the mirror, shattering it, and then her body landed on the sink tumbling to the ground. It is unknown whether her phone turned robot's punch or hitting the mirror knocked her unconscious, but Garfunkel's Sounds of Silence faded off her face. It was a clean one punch KO.
"AH! GARFUNKEL!" Simon screamed. She checked to see if any shards of glass went into her friend's face. There were lacerations, but not shards had buried themselves into her. There was also a bloody blotch as to where the robot had punched her. Simon then looked to where the robot had landed, it had turned back into a phone. Simon then took out her phone and slid it over the other side of the bathroom. She then kept an eye on the hand drier and then the other on the stall. "You-you can turn things into little robots? That's what your stand can do, eh?" Simon asked nervously.
The stall door opened and Bastille slowly walked out. She now wore a look of determination, determined to get out of this bathroom. An aura of energy radiated of her, then suddenly a figure the same height as her appeared out of thin air. This was her stand. It had a chrome round head with two LED lit eyes. Its neck was a coil that had electricity zapping through it. Its body was mechanical, with cogs as its wrists, shoulders, elbows, knees, and ankles. Its abdomen were a tangle of wires and on its back stuck out three gears that were in a triangle formation. The stand got into a fighting stance with one arm extended and the other cocked.
"I'm compelled to call it…DAFT PUNK!" exclaimed Bastille. Simon took of her "hat" and threw it up in the air. A body came out of it feet first up until the body's head had the hat on top. It was also a humanoid stand with balls as its primary joints and rectangular prisms as its limbs and abdomen. It a mouth that opened all the way around its head. On the tips of fingers and toes it bells just like on the brim of the hat hanging from them. "This is Wednesday' Morning's true form, it retracts into the hat form when I use the Telekinesis. Let's see if your stand is as fast as mine! I DOUBT IT!" Simon exclaimed.
Wednesday Morning charged at Daft Punk ready to strike. Daft Punk did not block its attack but dodged it quickly. Daft Punk was faster than Wednesday Morning. "Impossible! It just manifested, it can't be this fast!" yelled Simon.
"I'm a quick learner, I may not apply myself from in the classroom, but if I want to get out of something unpleasant, I'm going to put my heart and soul into it!" Shouted Bastille. "GO DAFT PUNK!"
Daft Punk connected a straight jab to Wednesday Morning's face and then followed up with an uppercut to its stomach area. It then started to continuously punch its enemy until it became a flurry of fists. After three seconds of nonstop punches, it finished with a grueling uppercut to the jaw. Simon, who had also felt what her Stand had been going through, flew backwards as Wednesday Morning had faded away. She hit the wall making an indent, she then landed on her bottom, also knocked out. Both Simon and Garfunkel were defeated by Bastille and her now apparent Stand: Daft Punk.
The door to the bathroom flung open, making a loud, shocking noise. In the entrance was Assistant Principal Lorde, who did not look angry, but more so annoyed. She was pudgy, with large hips and bust. She had a round, chubby face with a small mouth, nose, and eyes. Her hair was short and slicked back, and she did however, have one thick strand of hair that looked like a curly banana. She pointed her long, fat finger at Bastille and asked sternly, "Did you assault these two?"
"No! They uh, started it, they were harassing me and I had no choice, I was cornered." Bastille
"It is very clear that you assault these two-" she cut herself off when she looked at Simon and Garfunkel. "Dammit! You two!"
Garfunkel came to, she sat up with her hand on her cheek that had the blotch. She noticed Lorde being there and said "I read her thoughts and found out that she was Stand User but she did not realize that. Me and Simon were going to try to recruit her."
"You are in no position to decide who gets to join, that's for me and the others to decide." Lorde let out a frustrated sigh and then looked at the girls. "The three of you, in my office now. Make sure no one else sees you, can you do that or will you botch it like usual?" Lorde asked viciously, then left. Bastille cringed and then nudged Simon with her foot. Simon also woke up and had broken nose that was bleeding. She got up with her hand on her nose and glared at Bastille. She then looked at Garfunkel as if she was talking, they were communicating mentally Bastille thought. "Let's go," said Garfunkel.
Bastille waited until the other two left first. She cocked her back and rolled her eyes in an annoyed manner. She did not want to go, but she had a feeling that Lorde was also a Stand User and that there maybe others in the school. I just wanted to use the bathroom, is that so bad? Bastille thought in her head. She then made way for exit, and followed behind the duo keeping her distance.