Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, or it's characters. This show belongs to Greg Weisman and Brandon Vietti. I do, however, own Alex.
Chapter One
Washington, DC
September 8, 2009
10:08A.M.
What a great impression I'm making, late to my first day of school. I raced through the halls, looking for the classroom.
"Oh nice," I muttered. It felt like I had looked everywhere. I continued to sprint through the halls until I bumped into someone making me fall.
"Watch where you're going!" A girl with short messy brunette hair told me. I stood up and helped her pick her stuff up.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"You look lost. New?" she asked, looking at me.
"Yes," I answered, studying the girl. She looked like she was my age; thirteen. She was a little bit shorter than me though. Which wasn't surprising, I was always taller than most girls.
"What class do you have right now?"
"Math."
"I can show you where it is if you want me to, I have that class also."
"Thanks," I said gratefully.
"I'm Madeline by the way," she introduced as we walked up some steps. I would have never walked up these.
"Alex."
"Well, Alex. We're here." We arrived in front of the classroom. Madeline and I walked inside while we got eyed by the teacher.
"Both of you ladies are late. Take your seats and do the problems on page 288."
"Like we didn't already know that," I said under my breath, loud enough for only Madeline to hear. She snickered.
"I'm guessing you're the new student. Miss Mires is it?" she asked sharply, staring at me.
I cleared my throat. "Yes," I answered.
"I will not tolerate whispering in my classroom, since you're a new student in my class that is your warning." Then without waiting for me to answer she went back to doing her paperwork. The room was really silent, aside from the sound of pencils and the occasional rustle of a page turning. Suddenly I heard loud banging; so loud it felt like it was right next to me. Then there was the sound of cars going by. Along with some other sounds I couldn't recognize because of the jumbled mess my eardrums were right now. I dropped my pencil on the floor and covered my ears, to no avail.
"Are you alright?" I heard Madeline ask.
"The… the… the noises…" I struggled. It was too much, I felt my eyes start rolling to the back of my head and all the noises stopped.
I blinked my eyes open and saw that I was in the nurse's office. I sat up and the ice pack that was on my forehead fell on the floor, making sharp pain immediately make itself known. I was about to get up and get the ice pack when who I guess was the nurse walked in the room and picked it up for me.
"You shouldn't stand up for a while. You hit your head pretty hard," she told me, sympathetically. She handed me the ice pack and told me to keep it on my head. She sat down at her computer desk and grabbed a clipboard.
"You have a concussion from your fall and I just want to make sure you remember things about yourself." I nodded. I remembered everything. The sounds all coming in at once, sounds that weren't even in the classroom.
"What is your name?"
"Alexandra Mires," I answered.
"When were you born?"
"June 20th."
"Year?"
"1996."
"What grade are you in?"
"Eighth."
"What class did the incident happen in?"
"Math."
"Okay," she smiled, looking at me. "I just want you to stay here for a couple more minutes to make sure you're okay." After the nurse finally let me go it was about lunchtime and as I was leaving I saw Madeline approaching me.
"What happened?" She asked.
"I… I don't know," I admitted.
"Before you passed out you were saying 'the noises'," Madeline told me as we walked to my locker. After I put my books in there I turned to her. I couldn't tell her I was hearing sounds that weren't even there.
"I said I didn't know," I lied. It wasn't entirely a lie. She frowned then her eyes drifted to my locker.
"You like archery?" She asked, curiously. I'm guessing she probably saw the sticker of a bow and arrow.
"Uh, yeah." I closed my locker quickly. Surprisingly she didn't ask me anything else and we continued on to lunch.
Washington, DC
May 3, 2010
5:00A.M
I rolled over in my not so comfy bed and opened my eyes. 5A.M. Good, it's early and mostly nobody will be awake. I swear the two most annoying things about an orphanage is the fact you can't go out when you want, and the people in it. I eased out of my bed and grabbed a pair of blue denim jeans and a black shirt. I went into the bathroom to do my morning routine and afterwards I put my almost black hair that was a little bit longer than armpit length in a high ponytail and used a dark green hair tie to hold it, then I slid on my black combat boots and my cutoff sleeveless blue denim jacket and I carefully unlocked the window. I climbed out of the window and ducked in the bushes. There was one security guard asleep at his post. I rolled my eyes and easily walked out. I like it better when Barker is on duty. I have a better challenge. It was actually a very brisk morning for spring, it sent a chill up my spine as I walked down the block. I continued on my way but stopped when I saw a gray owl in a tree nearby. You normally don't see owls in Washington. I inched closer to the lithe creature as it stared back at me quizzically. I smiled. I always loved animals. They're much better than people anyway.
"Hello there," I said softly. We were now two feet apart and I reached my hand out to touch it. When I did I felt like I was a part of the bird, it was like we were one. Then a car sped past making the owl fly off. I frowned, that was probably the only time I'd see an owl here again.
After I finally arrived at Shooting Targets; the archery range, I said hello to the desk clerk and waited for my bow and arrows. Protected arrows.
"Oh hold on, Alex." I gave the clerk a questioning look.
"Somebody left this here for you and she said it was important you got it." I took the white box with a white ribbon tied around it with what looked like a crescent moon clasp on it, it looked just like my necklace. The box had this… this grey white glow to it. It kind of freaked me out.
"Can you see this?" I asked the clerk.
"See what?" Jeremy asked.
"Never mind." I took the box and walked to some seats. After sitting I carefully untied the ribbon. I didn't think about the box being dangerous or anything like that because it just didn't feel like it. As I continued to open the box I heard wind start to rustle outside. I reached my hand inside the box and grabbed something that felt like cold metal. I pulled out the object and saw it was a silver composite bow with tiny swirls at the end. I stared at it, confused. I was even more confused when the bow started glowing a grey white tint. Then I heard a loud noise and looked up. The range's doors had been slammed open and wind was blowing all around the building. As a gust blew in my face it pushed me back against my seat, blowing my hair and side bangs all over. I felt a sudden feeling I had never felt before, I couldn't describe it. The wind calmed down and the bow stopped glowing and the doors closed. I just stared in complete and utter shock.