OK, first REAL chapter for the story, enjoy.

:-)

Re-edit; 03/02/16

Ms. Yvonne;

Yes, college isn't the right term for the school, so I'll search through and change 'college' into 'High School'.

As for 'bad blood'? Should I? Hector is mentally mature, through his parents. If I should, please state so.

"Talking"

'Mentally Talking'


Hector closed the booklet carefully, before placing it gently into it's honorary spot. It would do little to preserve the memories he had placed inside if he damaged the booklet, even if only the outside, it was, after all, the only place that he had placed memories of his parents while they were still alive.

The placing of memories was something the physic had stumbled onto by accident, and he could, after some self taught lessons, control what went into the memory. Whether it was just an illusion that tricked the mind into thinking the page was alive with moving images from his minds eye or if the mind itself gets dragged into the pages to experience the sensations he had felt. Everything was possible with him, mentally of course.

Standing from behind the desk, Hector glanced around the room, his room. The bed leaned into the middle of the wall that was opposite the desk, the door to his right leading onto the landing, a rectangular window above the desk showing the front garden with the path snaking down towards the front door below and another circular window on the left at just the right size and height to rest comfortably, when and if he wanted to.

Hector looked, but did not see this, he only saw the memories implanted around the room. The rest of the house was much the same, memories ready to spring out at the slightest provocation or glance, although slightly leashed.

As he glanced above the desk, he noticed the sun barely peaking above the tree tops, signifying the beginning of the day, the first school day. Glancing at the clock that dangled idly to the side of the window, Hector concluded that he had enough time to get dressed, have breakfast and get to the bus stop, and at a leisurely pace too. Turning, he changed into some dark, almost black, clothing before leaving the room at a slow meander as he watched the memories throughout the house.

Pausing slightly, Hector shook his head. He was clinging to the past far too much if he spent much longer doing this, getting a job and school would distract him from it. He'll have to dedicate some attention away from memories, it's what they would've wanted... probably.

Blinking away the slowly creeping tears, Hector moved through the door with a new dedication that he had not felt since before.

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Waiting for the bus was calming for Hector. At least there was while someone stood near him.

When the bus did pull up in front of the bus stop. Hector almost rolled his eyes at the 'emergency stop' the driver had pulled, right in front of them, and couldn't fault the dark skinned kid next to him for becoming even more jittery.

Gesturing for the other kid to climb onto the squat, yellow, bus in politeness, he also climbed aboard. Calmly, he might add.

Hector nodded at the driver, Ron Wilson, who completely ignored him in favor of jerking his head to look at the doors handles and saying dramatically.

"That's everyone."

Opting to ignore him in turn, Hector made his way down the bus, panning his eyes for a available seat. Nobody that had a seat available next to them met his eyes as he approached, then passed, them. That left the dubious position of the furthest back on the right, next to a girl that raised an eyebrow at him while simultaneously patting a beat onto her knee, a glimpse into her mind stated that she was tapping to a song called 'Play Hard', by David Guetta. Raising a eyebrow in turn, Hector gestured at the empty seat next to her in an inquiring way. The girl, Eliza, glanced at the empty seat, looked at him and then shrugged in nonchalance. A quick glance through her mind, again, revealed that she was fine with his seating choice.

A spike of excitement from the front had Hector glancing towards the bus driver, who had changed his cap and had the Sky High badge on his arm.

"Next stop. Sky High!"

Turning his attention back towards Eliza, who had gone back to focusing on her phone, Hector reached out and grabbed the seats handlebars to swing himself in. The bus driver just so happened to accelerate as he grabbed the handlebar, so he swung with a bit more flare before slowing himself down enough to not land too heavily.

Hector relaxed back into the seat, deciding to observe the surrounding people in calmness. That thought was put on hold when he sensed the girl next to him decide to start talking to him.

"Nice landing, ah, I'm Eliza."

He looked in her direction, at her bright smile, and sent a warm one back towards her, something his mouth found slightly hard to do for some reason.

She gave him a curious look, before slowly prompting "And your name is?"

Hector reached for his label on the inside of the coat, showing his name to her. Maybe he might speak telepathically with her, time will tell.

"So, ah, have you heard anything about Sky High?"

He had, but he couldn't convey what he wanted to say. Instead, Hector calmly shook his head.

Eliza deflated at his unwillingness to talk to her. If only she knew.

Just as Hector was about to nudge her, the bus darted between some traffic cones. Instead, he decided to concentrate on the 'Road Closed' sign ahead with a little worry.

He didn't panic when he gently flexed his mental powers towards the bus driver. After a quick scan that averted any fears he held, the seat-belts popped out of their hiding places and strapped themselves around the new students.

The driver said something, but it was drowned out by the confusion everyone felt. Not that it would've mattered, Hector felt confidant that he knew what was going on.

Sure enough, Ron Wilson drove the bus off the end of the bridge. Which would've left Hector concussed if he had left the mental shield down when everyone started to panic.

He noticed a hand grabbing onto his jumper, turning his head, Hector saw Eliza clenching her eyes closed in a mind numbing fear, deep enough to consume any rational thought, such as, say, the rockets that were now propelling them towards the floating school. A quick glance through her mind gave the answer.

Aviophobia, a severe case of it as well.

Hector blinked, he'd never had a cause to think about phobias and how they feel. Or how to treat them.

Without really thinking, Hector mentally reached out and tried soothing her panic by creating the illusion of being on the ground in her mind. no such luck, her eyes were closed too tightly for her to see the illusion. Instead of dropping the illusion, he decided to 'talk'.

'Hey, can you open your eye's? It's over, I promise.'

Hector felt bad, honestly, about lying to her, but it was to calm her down he reasoned.

Eliza's mind practically stopped when he 'spoke' to her, her eye's snapped open to stare at him in shock. Her eye's promptly widened when she saw the illusion of the ground out the window, her mind started working again, slowly at first, before picking up the pace to something more natural. Then went a bit further, trying to puzzle the voice that promised that it was over.

'Yes, that would be me.'

Eliza jerked away from him, her mind whirling a mile a minute as she thought about his voice.

Blinking again, Hector tried to piece together what she was thinking, before she responded with.

"You can talk!"

Hector chuckled, seemingly making Eliza pause.

'I would hardly call this talking.'

Eliza blinked, her eyes were turned towards him so he knew she'd seen no movement from his lips.

Surprisingly, she responded with.

"And your... British?"

Blinking, once again, Hector sent his reply.

'Technically incorrect, but correct as well. If you get what I mean.'

Eliza raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Your a ventriloquist? And what do you mean, yes and no?"

She was surprised by his sudden laugh, and by the people's faces on the other side of the bus's isle.

'Not quite, but close enough. As for your second question, you will have to wait. We've arrived.'

Before she could reply to his enigmatic response, Rob Wilson, the bus driver, pulled into Sky High's 'Bus Stop' with a thud. At least, Hector thought it was a bus stop.

Ron Wilson's call of, "Sorry!", made Hectors mouth twitch upwards into a grin.

Getting up, he gestured for Eliza to take the lead. Something she found amusing.

Just as Hector started walking down the isle, behind Eliza, the bus driver spoke up.

"Word of advice, don't miss the bus, for the bus waits for no-one."

Hector couldn't find any reason why they would, they do have a tight time schedule.

"Except for you, Will Stronghold." Hector's attention snapped towards the boy who had just stepped off the bus. That name meant something. "You ever run late, or your runnin' early or you just wanna talk." Ron Wilson, the bus driver, grabs a ticket and passes it over to 'Will'. "Gimme a call."

Hector carefully searched through Wills head, trying to find out where he had heard the name before. Just catching a 'Sure' from Will.

Will Stronghold, son of Steve and Josie, The Commander and Jetstream respectively. Intrigued, Hector searched a bit further. He paused when he found out that Will had no superpowers- which his parents don't know about. And the girl stood nearby had a crush on him, that he was oblivious to.

A smile slowly climbed onto Hectors lips while he thought of the irony of the situation, his parents killed, by accident, by another kids parents who just so happened to be in the same year as him.

Hector almost cracked up, thankfully he was at the very back of the bus so no-one really noticed.

When Hector finally got out the school bus, he took in the sights of what appeared to be a normal high school. Apart from the two women flying over them with smoke coming out their shoes and the sound of jets.

And the cheerleader 'squad' at the bottom of the stairs.


OK...

Next up, Bullies and school differentiation. So, normal stuff?

It doesn't happen from where I am from, sooo.

See ya!

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Oh, bets on what Eliza's powers are gonna be? And what Hector's gonna settle with?

I've already decided on them, but I could change my mind.