Hey everyone!This is my first story on here, a gone fanfic telling the story from the point of view of two of my own
first two chapters or so are a bit more descriptive, as an intruduction to the pre-Fayz. Hope you
like it, any critiques or comments are welcome :D
1 month, 6 days.
Sympathy. It was what every 'councillor' seemed to search for, hope for, when working at Coates Academy. Yet
they should know better. They were not going to find any of that there. They knew that. Everyone did. But they
could still hope, right? Wrong.
Therapists were annoying, especially when he didn't need one. Ethan wasn't crazy. He wasn't a psycho. Hell, he
wasn't even violent. Or at least not most of the time. He just wanted to be left the hell alone, was it so hard to
get? The therapist looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping for some humanity in the child before him. This made
Ethan smirk. Today wasn't just any therapy day. It was the best therapy day. Why? Because right before his
session it had been Drake's turn. And it was funny to see how the blood was taking time to come back to the
therapists face. Ethan could no longer recall the man's name. Lately Drake had scared so many of them off kids
no longer bothered remembering names. He remembered what Drake had told him right before leaving the room.
'He's so scared I think he wet his pants. Enjoy' Was what the tall, lean boy with that devilish shark grin had said
before clashing fists with Ethan and walking off. Ethan had to hold back a chuckle. The man in front of him was
going through his files, blabbing on endlessly. But the boy wasn't listening, wasn't paying attention to his slightly
trembling hands, to his sweaty forehead, to his darting, nervous eyes. No, the boy's attention was elsewhere,
far away from there. Each time a new therapist came it made Ethan think about his actions. And it made him
accept, once more, that he did belong in there. He wasn't a threat to anyone, at least not physically, but there
was no real way of tying him down. Still, this was a problem that now Coates had to deal with. And it was the
main reason why he kept being called to see the therapist. His parents had dumped him there for a very specific
reason, but Ethan had been a problematic child before that.
"Mr Roberts, are you listening to me?" Ethan turned to the tired looking man in front of him. Of course he wasn't
listening. Why on earth would he be? The boy smiled a mocking polite smile. "Do excuse me doctor. I happen to
be a bit...distracted today". The man frowned slightly but went on, being fully aware that the boy wasn't going to
help make his job any easier. Why? Well, the answer was simple: he couldn't be asked. This was almost always
the case with Ethan Roberts.
By the time the therapy finished, the boy was dwelling between knocking a wall over or jumping out the window
and laying on the grass to sleep. Anger management issues. Yes, he had those too occasionally. Bottled up
frustration the last therapist had called it. Whatever. He wouldn't have it if they'd just leave him be. As he got to
the stairs he jumped over the railing and fell gracefully on his feet on the next floor. From an early age he had
been practising parkour, so this was his usual way of moving around. It also gave him quite a muscular
complexion, which was always useful in a school full of bullies. "You shouldn't be doing that, you know?" Ethan
gritted his teeth slightly but pulled a pleasant mocking smile, just like the one he had shown the therapist a few
seconds ago. "Bad timing Diana. Real bad timing. Hey, tell ya what? Why don't you go torment some poor
mindless soul for a while so I can jump outside and have a nap, yeah? Be a good girl?" The comment wiped the
smirk off her face almost immediately. Diana wasn't used to having boys answer her this way. But there were
two exceptions: Drake Merwin and Ethan Roberts. Diana strongly disliked Drake, and knew fully well he was a
psycho, so she wasn't expecting him to like her. But she hated how she seemed to have no power over Ethan
what so ever. It was frustrating. Insulting, even. She glared slightly at the boy. He, on the other hand, just
seemed to enjoy her reaction even more, his caramel eyes glimmering with triumph, a smirk playing on his
handsome features. She hated him. She hated him so much. And yet, she also found him enchanting. Which
made her hate him even more. She put a hand on her hip. "It's actually Caine. He wants to...show you
something". Ethan gave a slight growl but turned to follow Diana. Whatever it was, it had better be important.
But, then again, Caine wasn't one to waste people's time with nonsense. He was one of the few people who
actually had Ethan's respect, probably the only one in that school. He didn't fear Caine, but he knew better than
to step in his way.
3 weeks, 2 days.
The light breeze swayed the palm trees, the sun gleaming down on the high waves of the Pacific ocean.
Alexandra Hayes wonders down the streets of Perdido Beach, deep in thought. Why was Andy acting like this?
What had changed? She kicked a small pebble that was in the way. It had been back in summer camp. He had
been smocking stuff, taking drugs. Alex knew she wasn't one to think that a 13 year old should be doing that
but, well, if he was going to do it, she would've at least expected him to be discreet about it and not get caught.
But, she had to be realistic: It was Andrew who we were talking about. Their parents had found out as soon as
they came back from summer camp. And, lets face it, they didn't like it. And, well, Andy hadn't really been doing
that well in school, skipping classes and stuff. So, well, guess their parents decided they had had enough of him.
And Alex couldn't blame them.
She got to the beach and stared into the ocean, her dark brown hair swaying in the gentle early summer breeze,
tangling slightly. And she couldn't help but turn to look up the hill, where she knew it stood, following the
highway.
Coates Academy. That had been their parents' grand solution to Andrew's attitude problem. Or at least so they
thought. In Alex's opinion, sending him there had just made the problem worse.
Alex sighed heavily in frustration, remembering the way it used to be between them. They had both always
considered each other to be siblings, even though they weren't biologically. Alex's mother had met Steve two
years after divorcing her father, when she was three years old. This is when they both moved into Perdido
Beach. Though older than her by a few months, Andrew was also three at the time. Against all expectations, both
kids seemed to click almost immediately, as if they both had the need to have a full family again, as if a special
bond had always been there. Pretty much since the day they met, they had been inseparable. And, because of
this, Alex had opposed herself to sending Andrew to Coates. Because of this, neither of her parents took her
seriously when she said Coates was going to change him, and already had, turning him into a different person, a
bad person. The only thing her parents seemed to believe was that she was desperately trying to get her
brother back. And, in a way, she was.
She bit her lower lip in yet another wave of frustration. Alex hated dealing with emotions, dealing with stress,
dealing with anything, really. She was a straightforward person. She liked to keep things simple and few people
close. Of course, she had never anticipated that her brother would be so recklessly stupid. She had even
considered getting herself sent there too. But, deep down, she knew that was wrong, and she knew how much it
would hurt her mother. And it wasn't like their parents had much time for them anyway, let alone to even notice if
a teenage boy was acting 'strangely'. Hell, they believed strangely was the normal thing. But Coates had
changed Andrew. He didn't visit as often as he used to, and he would no longer hang out with her at the beach
or around the block when he was home. He would either lock himself up in his room or leave to hang out with
some of his Coates friends who were also out. Alex didn't officially know any of them but she didn't like them all
the same. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was she was loosing her brother, one of her best friends.
And it was all her parents' fault, for dumping him in that hell hole, for giving up on their responsibility as parents.
It was ironic, really. Alex had always been the stubborn one, the one that complained, the one that demanded
more freedom, the one that got herself into trouble. 'But, I guess I was also the bright one.' She thought to
herself, somewhat bitterly. Or at least brighter than Andy. She always knew how to get away with things. He
never really learnt. And now he was up there, in that posh prison, and she was down here. It was selfish, really.
The only reason why she complained was because she felt lonely. She had always been a sociable person yet,
she didn't enjoy many people's company. Again, this might sound stuck up, and somewhat contradictory, but it
was a fact. From an early age she had learned to read people well, to understand them. And, after years of this,
she ended up just staying by the side of those who were useful to her. Well, those and Andy. And now he was
gone she was left with her so-called best friend Danielle, and the girls from the cheer-leading squad. But she
didn't really like any of them. They were all shallow and superficial. Plain. Boring. But they were the ones who ran
the school. And, that was what highschool was all about, right? Being on top. She'd find real friends, friends who
she actually had something real in common with at university. But, even as she thought this, she felt empty. With
Andrew by her side, she didn't care all that much if everything in school was fake, because he was real. Well, he
and Dahra.
Alex cringed slightly. Dahra. She had once been a close friend of Alex's, maybe even her best friend. But then she
had started dating Elwood, that poor excuse of a boyfriend who, by far, didn't deserve her. And then there were
the twins, Anna and Emma. They were great, but Alex had found that lately, whenever she spent a lot of time
with them, they'd just remind her of Andrew.
She turned as she heard laughter from the shore. Two boys, around her age, were emerging out of the sea with
their boards, their wet hair glistening in the sunlight. She recognized them both immediately. Sam Temple and
Quinn Gaither, the two surfer boys from her biology class. They were an interesting couple, those two. Quinn was
very eccentric but rather charming and had good taste in music. And Sam...Alex didn't know all that much about
him. He was known as school-bus-Sam, for taking care of a rather rough situation in the highway with the bus
driver. And he had been on this a date once with Anna. But that was as much as she could tell, really. Still, out of
all the people in the school, she had always found him rather interesting. Like there was more to him than meets
the eye. Sadly, the boy wasn't much of a talker. Both boys came up to where Alex was now sitting."Hey Lex,
how's it going? Waiting for someone?" Asked Quinn as they approached. The girl shaded her eyes to glance at
the boys. Sam just nodded and the gazed at the ground slightly, his shaggy hair covering his blue eyes slightly.
"Not really, just...running away from home for a bit. Good waves?". Quinn smiled. "Good? They were wicked! You
should really give it a go some time, yeah? Join us next time we're in". "I think I'll have to give it a pass, since I'd
make a fool of myself, but thanks for the offer." Smiled the girl, also finding Sam's reaction to her presence rather
amusing. Quinn shrugged and, grinning goofily said. "Your call. Well, see ya Monday at school". They high-fived
each other and left.
Quinn liked Alex. They had been close friends in the old days and, even now, they would occasionally hang out
for music gigs. But he didn't like her friends all that much. And, well, he was a surfer now, which didn't leave him
much time for other things.
Sam smiled slightly at the girl as they left, watching Quinn wave at her with his characteristic enthusiasm. As they
walked off, Quinn said. "I don't get it, you know? I don't know why she likes being with all the stuck-up bunch.
She's not like that, at least she didn't used to be. Funny what high-school does to people, huh, brah?" Sam
nodded, not really having anything to add. Like Quinn, Sam didn't understand why Alex hung out with the people
she did. She didn't seem all that interested in them. But, well, who was Sam to tell? Not like he knew her. Quinn
went on. "Still...do you think she'd go out with me sometime if I asked her?". Sam turned to look back, slightly.
Alex was still there, stealing glances back at them and shaking her head slightly. For what he had heard Quinn
say, his friend and the girl had quite a lot in common. And, he had to admit, Alex was very pretty. Her beauty
wasn't model-like, like Astrid's beauty. It was a sort of wild beauty, there was a spark in her which made her
seem rather fascinating. But she was also intimidating. Like Astrid. Sam shook his head slightly. He really had to
stop thinking about Astrid. He really didn't have a chance with her. He turned to his friend. "You could give it a go.
Maybe she'll say yes. Though, I think Bette was saying something the other day about Lance and her? Don't pay
it much attention, though.". Quinn puffed, waving his hand. "As if! That pretty-boy doesn't have a chance." Both
boys laughed as they headed towards the town plaza.
From the beach, Alex heard footsteps and eager voices as they walked off. She smiled slightly to herself. He was
a weird one alright, Sam Temple. 'Damn, they suit each other well.' She thought, smirking. But then something
weird happened. She heard Quinn's voice. But he wasn't talking to her. She turned to look but the boys were
already quite far away. And it was Sam who was speaking, even though she couldn't tell what he was saying.
But, in her head, Quinn's voice sounded, though somewhat muffled. 'Maybe she would...right?Maybe not. But
Lance, no, Sam said...but then again...oh crap. I forgot mum's...oh well, if I go now, I might still' Alex shook her head
slightly, eyes widened in confusion. It was as if Quinn's voice were in her head. It was like... A buzz on the side of
her shorts then warned her it was time to go back. A text from her parents. Andrew was home. She got up,
stretched and headed home, Quinn's voice no longer in her mind, yet still far from recovered from the strange
experience.
The smile plastered on her brother's face was a relief. A huge one. "Come. I have to tell you something.
Something huge" He stated, grinning in a dark sort of way. Alex felt slight panic. Had he done something wrong?
She shrugged it off. It didn't matter. Andrew was in a good mood. And she wasn't pushing him away. Alex sat on
the bed as her brother shut the door behind him. The next second he was on the bed, the force almost making
Alex fall. "What the hell?" Alex demanded. "Shush and listen. What I'm going to tell you, you're not going to
believe. Till you see it, that is. Tonight, after mum and dad are gone, you and I are going for a lil stroll, sis. I have
something big." Alex lifted a questioning eyebrow. "Big? And you're actually going to tell me? Wouldn't you rather
tell your little criminal boy band?" Andrew closed his eyes halfway, staring at her, bored. "Not this again, Lex.
What do you expect? New school, new friends, right? Look, the only way to survive in Coates is by being one of
them, k? I had to make friends. Well, or accomplices or whatever you want to call them. I had to. But that
changes nothing. You're still my sister. We're still in this together till the end. You and me. I'd never pull away."
Even though Alex knew Andrew was the type who liked to make things sound dramatic, she couldn't help but
smile as she punched him lightly in the arm. "That's what I like to hear. Now...why tonight?".
Alex stood there awestruck. She couldn't believe what had just happened. A few feet away from her, Andrew
was standing, arms stretched in front of him, palms out. Ahead, a vast dune made in the sand, a huge hill
forming. The sea was far from back to it's normal state, an alien wave clashing against the rest, loosing itself
deep into the blue sea. Her brother had done it. He had done all of it. Andrew put his palms down and walked
towards his sister. It was a good thing they were out of town. He was still amazed at what he was able to do.
He smiled broadly at the almost petrified girl. "Cool, huh? It's like I can create these sound wave things. I can
shoot them out from my hands. Like,bam, you know?" Alex was having trouble processing this. "How...how did
you find out?" She asked. Andrew shrugged. "I got mad and...well, bam. That was it" Alex's eyes widened. "Does
anyone else know?" Andrew smiled nervously. "Hey, relax, just Benno. Though" His face grew dark. "I'm not the
only one. There's more, you know? More kids with...well, abilities." Alex moved in closer to listen, the cool summer
breeze suddenly seaming much colder.
Connie Temple excused herself from the infirmary, saying she had to answer a call. She went to the teachers
toilets and lit a cigarette, her eyes tired, tormented. He had done it. She knew this would happen eventually and
yet, she did nothing. But then again, what could she do? A broken leg. Two fractures. The child had to be driven
to hospital immediately. He had fallen down the stairs. That's what he had said. But Connie knew better. She
knew he hadn't fallen. She knew that hadn't been an accident. And then she remembered Sam. She remembered
the beam of light. Was he safe to be around? She shook her head fiercely, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette
through her nose, her nostrils flaring. No, Sam wasn't dangerous. That day he had had a reason, he had been
scared. There was no reason for him to be that scared ever again. He would be safe. Her other son, on the other
hand. Connie held back tears. He was dangerous. Caine was a dangerous kid. He had done it. He had broken a
boys leg. And only God knew what he would do next. But, what could Connie do? Say the boy had some sort
of...ability to hurt? She'd be locked up before she could even realize, locked away from the world, away from
Sam. She couldn't tell. But she had to stop Caine. She had to. And her fear was that it wasn't only Caine and
Sam. She feared more kids were developing abilities. Abilities that would soon have terrible consequences.
Rinsing her face a few times, Connie took one last glance at herself in the mirror. She then breathed in deep and
went back to work.