Disclaimer is in the Prologue!
Chapter One
A large computer screen lit up with pictures of two young men, identified as 'Lash' Livingston and 'Speed' Markam. A very gruff male voice broke through the silence of the dark room. "You're assignment? Keep an eye on these two. Make sure they don't do anything... they're lucky we let them off with probation."
"Oh, please, I think it's perfect!" A raspy female voice cut through the darkness. "Send them to a school where they know that they aren't welcome. And you've got those ankle restraints on them-"
"We'll do it." The third voice was was another young woman; her tone was sharp and official, with no hint of apprehension whatsoever.
"...Huh?" The second voice held obvious confusion. Most likely just towards how quickly the previous statement had been made.
"I said that we'll do it."
"Agent, don't let personal issues get in the way-" A female voice on the opposite side of the room rang out.
"You know what I would do?" The first girl piped up.
"I'm sure that your plan is tame compared to what I want to do." The other girl mumbled, obviously angry about something.
"Alright, fine! The two of you will take this assignment. You know the layout of the location better than anyone else we have available... and you're probably the most well-equipped."
"So... who's gonna know?" the first girl's voice was heard, along with the screeching sound of a chair being pushed back and the the 'clunk' sound of feet resting on top of a table.
"All of the teachers in the building. Except your purpose is the only thing they will have any knowledge of."
"And that's all?" The more professional sounding of the two queried.
"Psh, I wonder if they'll ever figure us out?" The less professional sounding girl used sarcasm with this statement. You could practically hear her rolling her eyes.
"Zip it, Broom."
"What're you gonna do about it, Bubbles?"
"Girls, cut it out! The rest of the information will be in your room. Don't screw up."
"Thanks for the vote of support..." Yeah, guess who said it?
"Hello, you must be Emily Bates and Carrie Sloane?" Principal Powers greeted with a kind smile as the two young woman entered her office. She glanced at her secretary before closing the door and becoming suddenly serious.
"I hope that nothing goes wrong with your assignment," she stated, circling around her desk to her chair. After taking her seat, she turned to the woman sitting in the left chair.
"I hope so, too," she stated, flicking her short cotton-candy blue bangs out of her face, only for them to fall back into her ocean blue eyes. She crossed her jean clad legs and adjusted her short-sleeved gray t-shirt with black sleeves. She snapped a hair-tie off of her wrist and then lifted her arms to pull her, slightly less than shoulder-blade length, pale blonde hair back into a low ponytail. Principal Powers turned her gaze to the other girl.
"...What?" She asked, looking alarmed by the older woman's inquisitive gaze. Her limp, jet black hair reached to her lower back, and even created a slight veil around her face, her left eye the only one completely visible and the other one a mere shadow behind the thin wall of hair. However, her eyes were such a icy blue, you could practically see it shining through the black. She turned her gaze to the ceiling and fidgeted nervously, tugging at her fingerless leather gloves and the hem of her sleeveless blue-green t-shirt. She lifted herself out of her chair slightly to tug up her baggy dark gray pants, making Principal Powers lower her eyes to the two open folders on her desk.
"I have reviewed the files sent in by the agency, which have lists of your powers..." she paused and lifted her head, glancing at the dark-haired girl who bared her teeth, revealing a pair of sharp canines. She sighed and turned her eyes back to the papers. "Even if you didn't have proper powers, you would still be put in hero to keep an eye on the two of them. But then again, if you didn't have proper powers, I don't think they would have sent you here in the first place..." The blonde girl rolled her eyes, but Principal Powers didn't notice. Principal Powers stood up from her desk, grabbing two sheets of paper. "These will be your schedules." The two girls looked down at the papers that had been handed to them, and barely glanced over them before turning to each other and sharing 'a look'.
"Well!" The blonde girl stood up and smiled at Principal Powers, extending her hand. "It was nice to speak with you, Principal Powers, but now I think that it's time for us to continue to our classes."
"Don't you need to know your way around?" She asked, confusion showing on her face for only a split second before it was replaced with her usual 'I-am-calm-and-wise' expression.
"We studied the school map as soon as we had our assignment." The dark-haired girl stated, reaching down to pull her pants up again once more. She puffed out her lower lip, making a small bit of hair fly up. However, it just flopped back into her face. She reached down into her black messenger bag which she had dropped on the floor next to her seat when they entered Principal Powers' office, and pulled out a studded belt. Her companion shook her head and massaged her temples as her friend pulled up her shirt to push the belt through the loops on her pants.
"Well, we should really be going," she smiled apologetically at Principal Powers as she shouldered her own messenger bag and grabbed her dark-haired friend as they left her office.
Professor Medulla rolled his eyes as there was a knock at his classroom door. Class had started ten minutes before, and he was giving his 'senior lecture'.
"Enter!" The door opened and the two girls entered, the one with dark hair smirking fondly at the lab.
"Are you Professor Medulla?" The blonde girl asked innocently. He nodded his oversized head. "My name's Carrie Sloane, and this is my cousin Emily Bates. We're transfer students from the Canadian Academy for Future Superheroes? Principal Powers should have told you about us..." He nodded again.
"That she did! Well, please take your seats-" he spun around to look around the classroom. "Miss Bates, would you kindly take your seat beside Mister Markam?" 'Emily' frowned in disgust as soon as the guy in the back of the classroom raised his hand. She sighed and walked slowly with heavy feet, her black motorcycle boots clunking against the floor. "And Miss Sloane, please sit beside Mister Livingston," 'Carrie' also pretended to survey the room until the boy at one of the window seats smirked and raised his hand.
'Dear Lord, give me strength...' both girls thought as their 'station-buddy' didn't bother hiding their head-to-toe checkout and perverted grins.