OMG CHAPTER TWO DONE WHAT A FREAKING RELIEF. I can't describe how much I struggled to write this one! Regarding the OC submissions...I didn't expect as many as I got! SO MANY GLORIOUS CHARACTERS AND SOME I ABSOLUTELY FELL IN LOVE WITH. But...there were only five spaces D: Those of you who sent me your characters and I didn't put in, I really do appreciate the hard work and thought you put into them, and there is still a chance they could still be put in! THE LAST SPOT FOR A FEMALE CHARACTER IS STILL YET TO BE DECIDED! And some characters which a desperately wanted to use and I could because ew plot has to work and crap...I might be slipping them in later on ;3
BUT THE CHARACTERS THAT HAVE BEEN CHOSEN ARE:
Joel Trevaylen
Leo De Marvo
Olivia Morrison
Nakita Remizov
So...here it is...please don't kill me.
June 5th 2039
Nakita could feel his heart pound against his chest like a panicked, caged bird trying to break free. The cruel smoke rose from what looked like an endless valley of raging flames, coursing his eyes to stream and his vision to blur. He had never witnessed so much destruction before, nor felt so afraid. The intense heat radiating from the angry fires below Nakita made him sweat as he struggled to stay in the sky, a task proving more and more difficult with each rough breath he took. Panting Nakita tried to focus on the loud beating of his wings as the thick smog began to swiftly populate the air, wrapping itself around the boy, choking him slowly.
He had to get out.
He had to leave.
Nakita splattered as he fought desperately to breathe, he could feel himself sinking closer to the dancing fire below. The wind grew harder and harder for him to push through, and the sky seemed to be flash a violent red, mirroring the forest ablaze on the ground. Fear pulsed through the boy's small body; the smoke was no longer the main course for his tears.
"Father! Dad I'm sorry!" Nakita cried out in Russian, his voice shaky as he attempted to yell at the top of his lungs.
The only response he received was the roar of the flames and the haunting crack of a collapsing tree.
"Father! FATHER!" The boy screamed, the fear twisting his voice into a primal, panicked cry.
"You killed me..." A voice whispered close to Nakita's ear, just loud enough for him to hear over the chaos below.
Nakita's bloodshot eyes widened despite the debris and ashes bombarding them with unnatural force.
"You killed me son...killed me..." The voice hissed.
Nakita's heart skipped a beat and he paused, the dark smoke that now ruled the sky above the place he once called home wrapped around his lungs and squeezed. He could have sworn the searing flames below were laughing at him as he gagged and battled for oxygen. Nakita used his last ounce of strength to clutch his burning throat as he plummeted from the sky into the vengeful inferno that consumed everything he knew, and everything he loved.
Nakita gasped as he bolted upright looking around to find himself in bed, his heart thumping his head drenched in sweat. The blonde teenager groaned but relaxed a little before stretching his wings with an enormous yawn.
"Another nightmare..." He muttered to himself in his native tongue. Nakita sighed, deciding not to dwell on the latest variation of the same dream he had been burdened with since he arrived in America. He hastily threw the plain grey bedspread off before dragging himself out of the bed and catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror fixed to the wall.
He studied himself with a weary look in his sky blue eyes. He stood there shirtless for a few seconds in silence. In his own opinion Nakita looked just like any other seventeen year old, with shaggy fair hair that fell into his eyes. His hair was always untidy and slightly under kept, and always appeared as if it had been blown back by some unearthly wind. He was a good height and was well built; Nakita always thought he could fit right into a normal high school. He had always wanted to go to an american school. The boy smiled weakly at his counterpart in the glass, his gaze drifting to the part of his anatomy that made him the complete opposite of normal. A pair of large, majestic white wings sprouted from in between in his shoulder blades. The boy spread them out cautiously, knowing that the length of his wings stretched further then a grown man's arm span. Even though he had not had then since he was born, the boy couldn't imagine life without them. He knew without a single doubt he was meant to fly. Nakita flexed them in time with his arms, before he turned to survey the alien room he found himself in.
The room had a metallic feel about it, with plain grey walls with nothing hanging on them except the mirror he had been looking at five minutes ago. The single bed he had been sleeping in had its metal frame bolted to the wall to keep it in place, as well as a large set of futuristic looking drawers on the wall opposite. There were two large metal doors with no doorknobs or handles, but instead what looked like a small blue touch screen keypad was in its place. Nakita noticed that his backpack containing the few items he owned had been neatly placed on top of the drawers, as well as what looked like a clean pair of track pants and a plain white shirt.
"Americans and their secret agencies, this place looks like a bad sci-fi movie." Nakita said to himself in Russian, his eyes drifting over the room.
Upon entering it the night before he hadn't really taken the time to have a look around the space he was assigned to, he had been more focused on the incredibly soft mattress which he had dived onto straight away. After the events of that day, Nakita was left utterly exhausted. It had started off as a typical day in the life of a runaway mutant, but had ended in him being recruited into a top secret training program for 'gifted' kids. The blonde couldn't help but smirk a little at the memory. He had been in a cheap dollar store in New Jersey when he had been approached by two guys in black suits, claiming to work for the government.
Nakita of course had panicked, he had been running for so long he was now constantly on alert. The boy had presumed that the men knew about his 'special gift' and planned to turn him over to some lab for a group of malicious scientists to dissect and study. He knew what it was like to be someone's test subject, and he had no intention of becoming one again. So naturally he did what he always did when he felt cornered, he flew away.
Nakita had swiftly smashed through the store's front window with surprising speed, shooting through the air like a bullet being shot from a handgun. The agents followed in pursuit, and the day quickly escalated into the longest chase Nakita had ever been in. Eventually however the men in shady black suits called in reinforcements, and he was forced out of the air. As it turned out they had no intention to lock him up in a laboratory, instead they offered him a job. They wanted him to join some kind of academy for youth with superpowers. Under usual circumstances Nakita would have refused on the spot, but they promised a permanent place for him to stay...and it had been so long since Nakita had slept in a decent bed.
But now that he was looking around, he regretted his rushed decision. He usually never did anything as risky as trusting complete strangers but he had been desperate. Usually, Nakita would think every move he made through, calculating every possible outcome in order to stay safe. Trust nothing, trust no one. That was the motto he had started to live by. Grumbling Nakita took the clean shirt that had been left for him, briefly looking over it before deciding it would fit him. Quickly he tore to large slits in the back for his wings to slip through, before sliding it over his bare chest. Nakita grabbed his bag as he began to try and think of a way out of this building, where ever that was, before the sound of someone knocking on the great metal door echoed through the room.
Nakita raised an eyebrow at the door, staring at it for what seemed like forever. Hesitantly he approached the door, reaching out to the keypad to see if he could try and open it that way. Before his hand could even reach the numbers, the door automatically slid open, coursing him to jump back a little in shock.
"Good morning Nakita Remizov." A stiff feminine voice chirped from out of nowhere, its emotionless tone indicating it was computerized. Nakita was so busy looking around the room for the source of the noise he didn't notice the middle aged man standing in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"Morning, sleep well?" The man asked the baffled winged boy in front of him.
Nakita turned his attention the adult, a look of confusion plastered on the blonde's face.
"Don't worry kid! that was just L.I.S.A, she's the security system." The man chuckled.
Nakita blinked before he relaxing just a little, his whole body was still tense from the nightmare that still lingered at the back of his head. The man was now staring at him with a curious gleam in his eyes. Nakita followed his gaze and noted that it wasn't him that the stranger was gawking at, but his wings. Out of habit Nakita folded them tightly behind his back which hid them from view. The man blinked and looked at Nakita, the friendly smile returning to his face.
"I'm Agent Savage, I help oversee project S.A," He said proudly.
Nakita remained silent as he eyed the Savage, trying to determine if he was worth talking to.
"Now if you would kindly come with me, I'd like to show you around the facilities before you have to be at the mess hall for breakfast. The kids get an hour of free time in the morning before getting into training." Savage explained as he stepped out of the doorway, signalling Nakita to follow.
Hesitantly Nakita did so, curiosity taking over as entered the long white hallway. It was not as dim as the bedroom, but it did still make Nakita feel as though he was in a star trek movie set rather then what he thought was a secret military base. While Nakita had been taking note of his surroundings Agent Savage had already started walking up the empty corridor, making the teen have to jog in order to catch up. Further up the hall one of the walls was replaced with clear and clean glass. Upon looking through the window, the boy gasped. There was the biggest sports field Nakita had ever seen, just sitting there waiting for him to use. There was a decent running track, as well as a lot of odd bits of equipment he had never seen before. The turf was a dashing emerald green; the grass beginning to shine as the sun's rays gently touched the luscious pasture. Savage seemed to notice the way the boy's eyes lit up at the sight of it and chuckled.
"You like sports? Don't worry, you'll get a chance to use that later today." Savage said.
Nakita turned to face him briefly, before fixing his gaze straight ahead. The winged teenager didn't like looking these agents in the eyes. There was a pregnant silence before Agent Savage spoke up again.
"Do you know why you are here, Nakita?" he asked, addressing him with a soft tone that you would use when talking to a child.
Nakita shook his head and avoided his gaze, his stomach twisting itself into knots. He knew it. He just knew it. They were going to lock him up, or use him as a guinea pig for some sick experiment.
"You are here, because you have something that makes you special...Something that a lot of people don't have, but the world needs." Savage said simply, a smile creeping up onto his face.
Nakita forced himself to meet the older man's gaze, catching a knowing glimmer in his brown eyes.
"I don't know what you are talking about sir." Nakita said clearly. Despite the fact he had only learnt to speak English in the last couple of years, he was quite good at it. Judging by the look on Agent Savage's face, Nakita's lack of a Russian accent surprised him. The blonde teenager had learnt the hard way that even today some American citizens did not take kindly to those with Russian decent. As a result, Nakita got rid of his Russian tongue.
"You have heart, Nakita. Just like the rest of your future teammates. You show compassion even though compassion hasn't always been shown to you. It's a noble quality to have, kid." The agent said, his grin growing wider.
"You make me sound more heroic then I actually am, Agent Savage." Nakita said stiffly, trying to keep his face as emotionless as possible.
"If you weren't heroic, you'd still be in that dollar store in New Jersey. Do you still see that woman you saved after she fell from a 40 storey building?" Savage smirked smugly.
"How did you know about that?" Nakita said, his eyes widening to the size of bus wheels.
"We have been keeping an eye on you. We kept our distance though, leaving you be until we needed you." He said as the knowing gleam in his iris returned.
Nakita opened his mouth to say something, but his voice was drowned out by a loud crash radiating behind another large metal door. Nakita's muscular wings flinched as yet more smashing thundered through the air. The blonde turned to the agent who he expected to be panicking, but was actually just rolling his eyes. Savage muttered something under his breath before smiling at Nakita.
"So sport, are you ready to meet the other recruits?" Savage said, clapping his hands together.
Nakita looked from the door, to Savage, and back again. What kind of kids was Savage trying to throw him in with? Swallowing hard, Nakita tried not to look nervous as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Oh come on, there real good kids! Trust me; they are probably just having a little morning warm up spar!" Savage said with a chuckle as he moved towards the door.
Nakita sighed, blowing a few blonde strains of hair out of his eyes before following him in suit. The door slid open automatically and the pair strode inside what appeared to be a large indoor gymnasium. Once entering Nakita finally caught a glimpse of what was making all the banging and crashing. To teenagers were brawling on the far end of the gym, the two dancing around each other, throwing punches and kicks left right, struggling to hit anything they could reach. The two were fast, faster than any fighters he had ever seen. One would strike, then the other would block with ease. If one was forced off balance, they would hit the polished floors with a smash and then jump right back up for more.
They were too far away for Nakita to make out any facial features, but he could tell the one with red hair was female. She seemed to be far more aggressive then the dark haired boy she was fighting.
"I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation you are in, Miss Douglas!" The boy yelled at his opposition rather smugly.
"JOEL! Jesus! Stop it! You've been using that pun ALL MORNING!" The redhead hissed, clearing not amused by the joke attempt made by the boy.
"Lighten up little red! I got a whole list if you want somethin' different!"
Nakita cocked his head a little to the side as he watched the two dancing around each other, studying them with a mild interest.
"How long have they been going at it for this time Olivia?" Savage asked from behind him.
"All morning again, Frank." An unfamiliar voice replied.
Turning around Nakita found himself staring at a pair of bright, warm hazel eyes. There had been a girl around his age sitting on a bench by the door, a large book resting on her lap. Nakita presumed she must have been reading before they came in. Her features were soft and delicate, with wavy chocolate brown hair that fell like a waterfall down past her shoulders. The girl gave him a small awkward yet sweet smile, before shyly looking away. Nakita found himself giving her a modest half-smile in return.
"Ah! How rude of me! Nakita this is Olivia Morrison, she is one of your teammates." Agent Savage said, gesturing to the silent brunette.
"Hey." Nakita said, forcing himself to keep his face expressionless. He didn't want to get to comfortable here, and he didn't want to give anyone the idea what he planned to make friends.
"Hi...um...Nice to meet you, Nakita...I like your wings?" She mumbled in reply, nervously tugging at her sleeves.
Her voice was so soft, Nakita could barely hear her. He was about to ask her what she had said when a frightening blast surged through the room like a wave, sending the girl with dark red hair across the room. Nakita's eyes widened when he saw her slam into the wall next to Olivia, her limp form sliding down it like a discarded rag doll.
The Nakita turned his attention to the boy who was now bolting across the gym, panic dripping off his face.
"O-Oh crap! Charlotte! Are you alright? I'm sorry I..." The boy was interrupted before he could finish.
The girl that he had called Charlotte stood up rolling her shoulders, glaring at him with such intensity Nakita could of sworn the boy would have burst into flames. "I thought it was a NO POWERS FIGHT, JOEL! Oh, you are in for it now you little...ah..." The girl turned to see Nakita and Savage and stopped mid sentence. Her face that had been twisted in anger now turned slowly into a look of bemusement, clearly embarrassed she had been caught mid rage.
Joel was now also gawking at them, except his expression was a mixture of relief and curiosity. Agent Savage gave them both a look before his attention returned to Nakita.
"Mr. Remizov, this is Charlotte Douglas and Joel Trevaylen, Another two of your fellow S.A students." Savage explained.
"I'm not the new kid anymore? Sweet," The boy named Joel said with a mischievous look in his teal coloured eyes.
The boy walked over and patted Nakita on the shoulder casually, giving him a wink. "Hey! Just a word from the wise, do not call the redhead short, she won't hesitate to burn your b-" Joel stopped talking as caught sight of Nakita's snow white appendage.
"Woah! You got wings?" He exclaimed, jumping back to get a good look at them much to Nakita's annoyance.
The blonde glared at the boy, knowing he might have to restrain himself from hitting Joel over the head. Joel was taller than Nakita, with ink black hair that was pushed lazily out of his eyes. His skin had a tanned texture to it, so Nakita presumed he must have lived somewhere hot before being recruited into this 'program'. Although he was tall he wasn't very bulky which gave him with kind a lanky appearance. His eyes were an odd shade of blue that shone playfully, giving Nakita the idea this kid was slyer then he appeared.
The redhead was a different story completely. She was short, and seemed to always wear a frown. Her hair was a flaming auburn and her eyes where an intriguing shade of green. Where Olivia's eyes had been welcoming and light, Charlotte's her harsh. Crossing her arms over her chest she scrutinized his every move, assessing him silently. Her gaze made him uncomfortable.
Nakita ran his fingers through his shaggy blonde hair and flapped his wings a little, causing Joel to jump back. Olivia peaked over her book and giggled a little, marking her page. A muffled buzzing sound pierced through the room, causing the four teenagers to look around for the source of the sound. Savage groaned and fished through his trouser pockets for a small pager-like device that was screaming for attention. Looking down at it, Agent Savage read the message quickly before discarding it once again.
"Ah...sorry kids, I got to go...Charlotte? You think you could show Makita around?" He said, turning to look at the redhead with a smile.
A tiny smile tugged on Charlotte's lips and unknotted her arms. "Sure thing Frank, if you see Leo could you tell him to head over?" She asked.
Savage nodded before turning and ruffling Joel's hair as he left and flashed Olivia a grin, the young man playfully pushing his hand away and smoothed down his midnight coloured hair.
"How many times do I have to tell you Frank? Don't touch the hair." Joel mock pouted.
Savage rolled his eyes and walked out the door, Nakita listened as the sound of his steps faded down the hall. An awkward silence soon replaced him.
"So... I'm guessing you fly then Makita?" Joel asked.
Nakita nodded, digging his hands further into his pockets.
"That's pretty cool, that all you can do?" Joel smiled, trying to make conversation.
Nakita nodded once more, before neatly folding his wings back up again. Charlotte sat down next to Olivia, who had now had her pretty little nose stuck in the oversized book.
"Well! You are the first flyer we've had. I can manipulate gravity! I'm guessing you saw the little demonstration before..." He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided another sharp glare from Charlotte.
"Demonstration? You threw me at a wall!" She snapped.
"It was an accident! It's my natural defence mechanism! You were going to kick me in my meat and two veg!" He retorted.
Olivia cleared her throat signalling for Charlotte and Joel to stop. Charlotte huffed and Joel chuckled inappropriately. The brunette smiled kindly up at Nakita and placed her book down, and shyly patted the free seat next to her, offering him the place. Nakita looked at her for a split second, before pretending he didn't see the gesture. He didn't see her face fall a little when he looked away.
"I'm a pyrokinetic...as well as a mild adomopath." Charlotte explained, her eyes softening just a little bit. "Which is just fancy speak for being about to control fire and mimic certain stuff."
"I can sense people's emotions and sometimes tell the future, you know, through dreams and visions and stuff..." Olivia piped up, her voice not as quiet before.
Nakita snapped his head around to face her, suddenly curious. If she could sense people's feelings, that was bad news for him. He made a metal note to stay clear of her; the last thing he wanted was someone snooping around in his emotions.
"So, you are the guy that caused all the fuss last night?" someone called from behind Nakita, a voice which couldn't put a face too.
Charlotte and Joel looked over Nakita's shoulder and they both grinned, although Olivia didn't move. The blonde spun around to see yet another teenager leaning on the doorframe, his eyes studying him lazily. The stranger looked slightly older Nakita, but not that much older. He was muscular, with sun kissed skin and dark brown hair that was cut short and stuck up in certain places. He shot Nakita and the others a big smile, flashing pearly white teeth. He was dressed in track pants and an old white with a black iPod strapped to one of his arms. The guy walked over with one hand outstretched expecting Nakita to shake it. Nakita stared at his hand for a few moments, before hesitantly reaching out and gave it a firm but brief shake. The guy smile grew wider before he looked over to the other three.
"What? I've got make my own introduction now? Alright then..." He said, turning his attention back to Nakita. "Name's Leo De Marvo, and you are...Makita?" He asked.
"Nakita, Nakita Remizov." The blonde corrected him, not sure what to make of Leo. The kid had a friendly atmosphere about him like Joel, but he wasn't so...self assured.
"Hey Leo, Frank asked if we could show Nakita around the place, wanna tag along?" Charlotte said with a small smile.
Leo paused, pretending to tap his chin in deep thought. "I don't know...I got a hot date soon so..." He grinned.
"A hot date? You? If you are talking out the half cooked oatmeal they serve for breakfast then you are sadly mistaken, I don't think they have ever served it warm." Joel chipped in with a sly smirk, earning him a mock punch on the arm.
"Hey, I don't mean to break up the love fest, but we have only got half an hour until breakfast and I'm pretty sure Nakita still doesn't know where the little birdie's room is so...let's get moving." Charlotte said pushing Joel and Leo out the door, then signalling for Nakita and Olivia to follow.
Nakita followed with a slightly amused expression on his face, he couldn't help find how the three interacted just a bit humorous. The five set out on a little adventure, Leo leading the way. Leo was pointing out the other recruits bedrooms, as well as the many bathrooms, meeting rooms, studies, libraries, gyms and other facilities. Every now and then they would run into an S.H.I.E.L.D agent they knew or Joel and Leo would make some crude comment that resulted in a scolding from Charlotte and the occasional clip over the head. Olivia trailed along at the back of the group, Nakita noting that she didn't exactly say much. He would be overcome by the urge to look over his shoulder from time to time just to sneak a peek at her, but he resisted. After the gang had been marching through the pale halls for a solid twenty minutes, they come to a set of wide, white doors.
"Good morning Mr. De Marvo, Mr. Trevaylen, Miss Morrison, Miss Douglas and Mr. Remizov." The false sounding voice of L.I.S.A said stiffly as soon as they reached the door.
"Hey Lisa, can we get onto the track?" Leo asked the voice as if he was talking to a person standing right in front of him.
"Access to outdoor training grounds and track granted." L.I.S.A mused, and the doors swung open.
Nakita felt a sudden wave of childlike excitement wash over him as he caught a glimpse of the large green field he had seen earlier. A calm breeze tickled his skin as they stepped out onto the grounds, his feet sinking a little into the surface of the soft earth. The winds silently called to him as it whistled, Nakita took a deep breath of the sweet fresh air. The running track was longer then he had previously thought, and the odd objects he had spotted earlier through the window were in fact large life like combat practise dummies. He looked at Olivia, his wings stretching out to full length, loving the feeling of the wind rushing through his feathers.
With one swift movement Nakita broke out in sprint up the track, before being pushed into the air with one massive flap of his wings. Ignoring the yelling from the others still on the ground, the beating of his wings quickly fell into time with the beating of his heart, slicing through the air like a knife. Looking down the four teenagers below him looked so small, but he could still make out their shocked expressions. He could fly away right then and there, never to look back without a care in the world. He could flee back to Jersey and be safe from the possibility of being tested on again. To be perfectly honest, Nakita was sick of running. This weird military operation, with a weird science fiction high school set up and 'gifted' teenagers...could be a haven. Agent Savage's words rung in his mind, and the more he dwelled on it, he could see that this was not just a place to sleep every night. If he stayed his life might get a purpose, a meaning. No more aimless running from ghosts that haunted his past. Nakita lingered in the sky for a little while longer, before making a graceful landing on the grass in front of the small band of teens. Leo, Charlotte and Joel were still gaping at him, but Olivia was watching him with a knowing look in her pretty hazel eyes, much like the one Savage gave him.
"So...is the oatmeal for breakfast good?" He asked with a emotionless voice, blowing the last few loose hairs out of his eyes.
*rolls over and dies*
i know there are spelling errors in there, but my tiny dyslexic brain can't find them.
I AM FINISHED. omg I hope it wasn't that bad! have mercy people of FFN. It is really boring I know but I tired to give a basic introduction for some of the characters and yea. But it does get more exciting! promise! so stick around! REVEIWS PLEASE! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YA'LL THINK SO FAR! K?
until next time my fluffies...
GETCHAGAMEON OUT!~
