A/N: Jerome: *Bursts through fourth wall* Hey dood!
Damn it Jerome this is the last st-WHOAH! *gets pulled into my own story* Damn, well since I'm here I might as well spy on all of the interviews! (By the way my name is Zack so I'm using that instead of Xenac, it's easier)
Zack's POV:
"Each Team Crafted member had chosen a specific place to hold interviews, each place a symbol of what describes their personalities, or it's just something they like. Sky chose his office in the Team Crafted Headquarters, Jerome chose the park. Quentin decided the center fountain in the middle of the park and Mitch rented out a Hunger Games server. Jason chose the S.C.A.A. (Spawn City Astronomers Association) building, and Ian chose the Museum of Derpz. Lastly, Ty just chose Mr. Willow's office, as he doesn't care about getting a new recruit, he was against the idea," I think aloud, stepping into a dark alley, going full stalker mode. "Now… Let's check up on Sky, shall we?"
I laugh and snap my fingers causing a bolt of lightning to strike the top of the HQ. I teleport to the roof. Luckily my teleportation skills do not cause unwanted fires. I slip on a window washer uniform and use a lift to descend to Sky's office.
Sky's POV:
Why is this first kid so late? His interview started half an hour ago, and I have more after him!
"Let's get this over with," I hear a deep voice say. I look up to see a seventeen-year-old year old boy with blonde hair and amber eyes. He's wearing a white muscle shirt and black jeans with dark green track shoes, it's a strange choice of clothing for an interview.
"I'm guessing you're Comet Blaize?" I ask as he casually sits on the chair opposite to me.
"Yep. Must be a total pleasure for you to meet me! Let me just tell you this; I am the best candidate in this place. Just look at me! BOOM!" He smirks, flexing his muscles. "This kid is so full of himself, but he did graduate early from Spawn City's School of PvP and Survival early, not to mention at the top of his class with a 98," I think.
"We'll see how things turn out. Is that all Comet?"
I guess he could hear the annoyance in my voice because he just mumbles a, "Yes," and storms off. Several other orphans come after him.
Zack's POV:
"That Comet Blaize character is too self-centred, he sure is an interesting fellow though. Anyway, let's check up on Quentin," I grin and teleport down to the largest tree in the park, where a groundskeeper uniform awaits me.
"Let's go," I say, shimmying down the tree and making my way down to the middle of the park.
Quentin's POV:
"So where is this Mia? It's almost time for her interview."
"Hi, sorry that I'm a bit early. I'm Mia Fierce," a girl looking to be around seventeen-years-old says with a smile. She wears black sunglasses, has straightened black hair and side bangs. She has pointed teeth and a navy blue shirt with white edging and a denim jacket plus matching denim shorts. A pair of black cat ears poke out of her hair with a black cat tail swaying slightly from a hole in her jeans.
"Um," she starts, snapping me out of my gaze, "Can we start the interview away from the fountain? I feel uncomfortable around water." I stand, shocked, as water is my favourite thing in the world!
"Okay, so why do you think you're a good candidate for Team Crafted?" I ask her, smirking slightly. Mia and I walk over to a bench near the fountain and I sit down, instead of her sitting she remains standing and begins to speak.
"Well first of all, Quentin, there's this," Mia unsheathes her claws and swipes furiously at the air, showing off her excellent movement in combat. "Then there's this," "What is she doing? Climbing a tree? That isn't so hard to do." She claws her way up the large oak and once on top she runs and jumps off, only to land on the next tree that was eight blocks away. "And finally." Mia leans back and jumps, doing a quadruple backflip off of the top of the tree and landing.
"Is that all?" I ask Mia after about a minute or two, my jaw practically hitting the ground before.
"Yes, thank you for your time Mr. Kipp," she replies, walking away casually. I walk back over to the fountain after the cat hybrid left, the next orphan already waiting.
I sit next to her at the cobblestone fountain. A girl about seventeen was my orphan . Her brown shoulder length hair disturbed by blue highlights.
"Hello. Lovely day," she says, swinging her feet a bit.
"Yeah it is. Are you Nikki Epsom?" I ask.
"Yeah, I am. You're Quentin, I know. So any questions?"
"Yeah. What is your view on Team Crafted?"
"Well, you guys are celebrities, but I imagine you all have a secret normal life too, behind all the glamor of YouTube videos." She did a little jazz hands thing when she said 'YouTube videos'. I chuckle and take a look at the outline paper again.
"What do you like doing in your extra time?" I ask.
"Sniping street walkers with nerf guns from roofs," she says. I raise a brow and she giggles. "What? It's funny when people get pissed about it," she defends, smirking.
"What do you think about crime in the city?" She frowns a bit.
"Sometimes crime is necessary for the greater good, or heroes do the wrong thing when they try to stop it. Maybe it's not all bad." Now it's my turn to frown.
"What kind of crime could be good?"
"Do you have skills? Like parkour or fighting?" I ask, Nikki nods and stood up. She snaps her fingers and a blue glow took over her feet and she floats in the air.
"I'm a sorceress," she said. My eyes widen as I start remembering my childhood...
I woke up only to hear the sound of my fellow Kippers dying. I ran outside my flooded swamp home only to see a group of five humans, floating? I listen closer and hear that they are chanting.
"Dø, til beste for alle. Dø, til beste for alle. Dø, til beste for alle. Dø, til beste for alle." They seemed to be repeating it over and over while engulfing my loved ones, my friends, my family in flames…
"No, this can't be happening… This is a nightmare! No!"
"Mom! Dad! No please!" I begged and pleaded.
"Slå det barnet!" was all I heard before I felt a hard force against my cheek. A rush of darkness came over me. I believe I woke up about two days later. Those must have been sorcerers, no other beings could have incinerated my family like that… They must pay for what they have done! Every last one!
"Th-thank you for your time, but I have to go," I say hurriedly, standing up and running out of the park.
"Sorceresses can't possibly be good news. They bring nothing but death, and she is no different."
Zack's POV:
"Damn. Sometimes seeing flashbacks can be helpful but that one was just unpleasant to see... It was brutal, all of Quentin's loved ones burning. Quentin shouldn't have run off though, Nikki seems hurt by Quentin's actions. Anyway, let's check on Ty and see how he's holding out."
"Wait for me!" I spin around to see Crow, my fellow author known as kfcrow3, running at me, before I know it she tackles me.
"Crow?! What the fork?"
"That's my line and calm yo tits Zack," she grins and stumbles off of me. I get up with her.
"How did you get here?"
"I like breaking fourth walls!"
"You're lying I can tell. It was Jerome wasn't it."
"Yeah… I was updating Surviving Together (PLUG-IN PLUG-IN HINT HINT) when he popped out and dragged me here."
"Well now you can stay, but put this on," I throw a janitorial uniform at her face.
"Do I have to?" She asks, holding it out in front of her, her nose crinkled in displeasure.
"Crow, do you want to be seen?"
"No…"
"THEN WEAR IT!"
"Fine, you ruin everything."
"I try! Now we can go!"
Ty's POV:
I sit in the chair of Mr. Willow's desk waiting for the girl to come in. I sigh and look up at the ceiling, tapping my hands on the table.
"W hy do we even need a new Team Crafted member? We're already famous, not to mention heroes of Spawn City. I bet we could-"
"Are we going to start soon?" My head snaps down and I see a girl sitting across the table from me. She has long brown hair, a white and light blue hoodie, and brown cat ears poking out of her hair. Across her head there's a pair of blue headphones, tilted so one side it was in front of the cat ear, and on the left ear it was behind.
"When did she get here?"
"I got here when you were staring at the ceiling, probably wondering why you're here. Are we going to start?"
"Sure. What's your name?" I asks, playing off that I'm little freaked out that she knew what I was thinking.
"Kat Glimmer," she answers, flicking an ear.
"How old are you, Kat?"
"Thirteen," she says, taking her headphones off and laying them around her neck like a necklace.
"Do you know who I am?" She bites the inside of her cheek and rolled her eyes.
"Of course I do. You're Ty 'Deadlox' Lox of the famous Team Crafted. I may be an orphan, but I'm not stupid."
"I don't appreciate your attitude," I growl.
"I don't appreciate that you don't respect me because of my age, gender, and position," she replies coolly.
"It's a shame that your parents had to die from bad decisions. Sometimes people make decisions that are good at the time, and bad for the long run. Were they drunk driving and fall off a bridge into the water?" I ask\, looking at her profile, which says 'parents never found'. Her eyes brim with tears. "What?" I snap. She sniffles and looks at me with angry sky blue eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that being an archeologist was a bad decision, or that drunk driving in any way amounted to a cave collapse. You know, you think you've seen it all. Fighting squids, bad guys, and villains. But do you know what it's like to be waiting at the front room of your house for your mommy and daddy to come home after an expedition, and when the door opens; your heart sparks with hope? But then, it's your parents' boss, and they tell you that your parents died in a cave collapse before slamming the door on you. And then your heart sinks, and three months later, you have to attend a funeral without even any bodies, but photographs in the coffins. So please don't accuse my parents of drunk driving a horse off a bridge when you don't know the story!" My mouth hangs open in shock.
"She's so young… how could Notch make her go through that?"
...
"How long have you been here?" I ask finally.
"Eight years."
"Look kid, I'm sorry. Your attitude got to my head, I wasn't thinking straight. Will you forgive me?" I hold out a hand, and she stares at it for a moment. She extends her hand and gently shakes mine, but with a firmness that shows she's confident.
"Sure. You didn't know the whole story. Just… don't try to make the other Team Crafted members choose me, alright? There are plenty of other kids in here that are more desperate and deserving to get out of here than me." I was in slight shock that she didn't want to be chosen, but I nodded my head. "Have a good life, Ty. I wish I could say see you later, but I hope not. All I have to say is bye," Kat said before walking out the door. What just happened?
More orphans come, more orphans pass.
"Kat's interview was done so early, it didn't even take up the full time slot given. Why did she not want to join us? Why was I so rude and insensitive… I'm not usually like that. What could have set me o-"
"Hello? Ty Lox?" A calm voice calls while walking through the open door. "I am Sophia Green," a girl walks through the door revealing her features. She looks about fifteen and has pulled back, wavy brown hair. She has monochromatic sunglasses on and barely any colour on her. She wears black jeans, brown leather boots, and a grey tee.
"Nice to meet you Sophia, so sit down, tell me about yourself."
"Okay, so I am currently studying at the Spawn City School of PvP and Survival, I currently have a 96.2 average. And my professors all say that I have a lot of potential and I have been working hard almost every other day training my skills. You should know though, that I have a dog companion named Jake, he kind of follows me around everywhere, so it was a hassle getting him to stay outside."
"Well, we at Team Crafted have never failed to see potential, and it is true, you do have great potential. I will get back to you at a later date to decide if you've been accepted or not."
"Okay," she replies calmly getting up and walking out of the room.
I already know that I have the most orphans to interview, but all I can think about is Kat. More specifically the words before she left; 'There are plenty of other kids in here that are more desperate and deserving to get out of here than me.' I loosened up after that and tried to be more compassionate for the others.
A girl around fifteen years of age walks in, pulling me away from my thoughts. She wears a ragged yellow dress with black splotches on it making it look like she's in a Jaguar's pelt. She has extremely long hair, past her posterior. Her bangs were a dark brown, and the hair down her back a lighter brown. Her nails look more like claws, same with on her feet as she isn't wearing shoes.
"Are you Moona Hena?" I motion for her to sit down in the chair opposite to me.
"Yes," she nods and sits down in the chair, smiling.
"So what are your skills in PvP?"
"Well, I am swift and agile, I can take on up to eight enemies at once when I'm using my claws. I am pretty good with hand to hand combat and excellent with a sword." Moona sounds more confident as she speaks, gaining volume to her sound.
"Wow, and if you don't mind me asking, how did you become an orphan?" She shrinks down a little bit, as if just by hearing the word orphan, it triggered something.
"Well, I ran," Moona says, quiet as ever.
"What do you mean you ran?"
"I've been here only for a year and I bet my parents right now are still celebrating. My parents were scientists, they did experiments on me and turned me into a hybrid. They would always yell at me, beat me, and one day I overheard them saying they were planning to abandon me the following day. I couldn't take their abuse anymore so I ran away. And since then I never looked back and tried to look on the brighter side of life. I just hate the feeling of rejection and abandonment, which is also why…"
Once more, these kids touch my heart. These stories are just too sad. I can't believe that there are people out there like Moona's parents, or kids who had to deal with their extraordinary parents' deaths, like Kat. Luckily, Moona's my last orphan.
So that was Part 2 Chapter 1 (Revised) and Crow/Kat joined me because it sounded cool when I wrote this chapter like eight months ago.
Crow: Yeah boi!
You got that right!
Jerome: Thanks to me!
Crow and I: SHUT UP JEROME! JINX, DOUBLE JINX, TRIPLE JINX-
Zyke: Shut the Nether up you two, I hate you both and Jerome stop stalking me you creep! *teleports away*
ZYKE YOU IDIOT! Anyway, kudos please and I'll be back in two weeks with the next chapter.