Just when I thought I was alone in the room, then appeared a third student I didn't know the name of.
He had silvery hair and stood leaning in the doorframe.
"Who are you?" He questioned.
"Ah, Hiccup." I replied.
"What?" he said back. I had not expected his confusion. "You gotta hiccup?"
"N-no. Hiccup is my name."
"Unfortunate." He cracked a smile. "Are you the new roommate?"
I looked down at my keys, contemplating running away. "I guess so."
Ultimately I decided to not run away, I wouldn't make it past the tall metal gate
"Alright then." The silver-hair held out his hand. "I'm Jack."
Jack Frost. Apparently no connection to the storybook, besides the ice powers, the silver hair, the jacket. Besides that, no connection.
I found his curiosity put above my manners for I asked. "Why is your hair like that?"
Jack started counting on his fingers, "There are three ways to get powers, you're born with it, you're cursed, or you're gifted."
Bitterness in his face he held up a two, "Cursed."
He looked up at the clock above the door and grabbed his jacket. "I've got classes." Pointing to an empty room he said "That's yours."
Inside the room was a bare mattress and an empty dresser.
I received my schedule through email.
6:00 - Combat Training 101
What? Combat Training at six in the morning?
8:00 - Introduction to Villain History
Villain history? How much history does evil have?
11:00 - Hero Conquering
Hero conquering made sense. Villains are nothing if that can't beat whatever hero is gonna come along.
14:00 - Costume Making
What? Costume making? It seemed very stupid, but upon further investigation… you need a secret identity. If you don't have one you're dead.
It seemed the rest of my afternoon was open, though I didn't imagine I'd go anywhere.
I looked down at the mattress. I didn't want to stay here either.
Lacking the energy or will to at least put sheets on my bed, I dig through my bag.
I first pulled out a sketchbook. It had a soft brown cover, the symbol of a dragon engraved on it.
Next I dug to the bottom of the void to find a pencil. Then a pencil sharpener.
My view outside the window was less than nothing. It was a brick wall.
But there was more to it maybe.
The brick was not regular red brick. It was a pale color, it was built to last.
It had lasted too, patches of paint were chipped off, but the brick remained. It had probably laid there since the founding in 1670.
Below the brick wall was a small alleyway that looked dank and sketchy.
And of all people to be in that alleyway then, it was the snowy haired girl.
I watched, my head poked out of the window, as she walked to the brick wall at the end of the alley.
She looked behind her once more time before grabbing onto the side of a brick. As she pulled, the wall came apart with it! It opened a doorway into a very bright room… or something.
She walked inside the brick wall, and closed it behind her.
I, of course, ran. I ran the stairs and through the door and to the brick wall. It had no crack, nothing to suggest a door, or anything but a brick wall.
This place was weird. Even for a school of evil.
