Throughout her entire Chemistry class Alexis's mind wandered to the man in the wheelchair and the possibilities and answers he might have for her. She had always wondered if there were others and what they could do. When the bell rang a wave of panic washed over her. For one reason, she realized that she hadn't been paying a bit of attention, and even though it was just one class, it would take her a week to catch up. For another, she was finally going to be able to ask the questions she really wanted to know the answers to without the fear of someone overhearing. No one would be in the auditorium after school. Alexis continued down the hallway to her locker. As she opened her door she saw the words that had been written in many of the lockers. They included undying confessions of love, or words of hate aimed at someone who used to own the locker. Some words were of wisdom, left by others who hoped to encourage or assist the lockers next occupant. Alexis had thought of adding to the locker, but the right words had never come to her. She robotically began to empty her locker, moving the books into her backpack as the hall became less crowded. Once she was finished, she slammed the door to her locker, twisted the lock so no one would be tempted to steal anything, and headed down the hall to the auditorium where the professor and his colleagues awaited her. As Alexis turned around the corner towards the auditorium, someone grabbed her from behind. Screaming, kicking, biting, and swinging any part of her body she could at her attacker, Alexis was being carried towards the exit. She knew she had to calm down enough to use her abilities. Her attacker was huge in every aspect of the word. He was tall, fat, and extremely strong. He looked rough as if he hadn't lead a very glamorous life. He was bald with a thin patch of hair running down his head like a Mohawk and stubble covered the rest of his head. Alexis focused very hard on the boy's head, searching for what would allow her to escape and for him to relinquish command. After a little digging, she found what she was looking for through her abilities. All of a sudden, the boy dropped Alexis, walked into a nearby classroom, and began to barricade himself in the room. Alexis ran down the aisle in the auditorium to see many more people than she had expected to see, not to mention many young students, appearing to be around her age. At the moment the amount of people in the room and their ages were the least of Alexis' concerns.
"Hurry! There was some guy who tried to attack me! He grabbed me and--"
"Logan, Kurt, Scott, go see what's going on in the hall," said the professor. A gruff man who appeared angry, a short teen who looked as if he was about to lose his pants, and another boy who had dark red sunglasses all rushed past Alexis, barely sparing her a glance. "Alexis are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I just—who are all these people?" Alexis looked around truly noticing the people for the first time. There was a tall woman with white hair who seemed to have a presence about her that demanded respect but at the same time was warm and welcoming. Around her were three other girls and two other boys. One girl had red hair and seemed to be the next oldest of the group. The other two girls appeared complete opposites. One seemed innocent and friendly; the other looked as if she was still finding her place. She had a gothic edge. The two boys were about the same height. One had short buzz cut hair. The other had longer dark hair. Both boys had dark skin, but looked as if their origins were completely different. The buzz cut boy appeared similar to the woman with the white hair, while the other seemed to hail from a Hispanic country.
"These are my colleagues. Logan, the man who just left, Auroro," the woman with the white hair stood a little straighter, "and Hank, who is not here, are all professors in Bayville. These," he gestured towards the other teens "are my students. I own a school for gifted students. This brings me to a question of my very own. How did you escape your attacker?"
Alexis wasn't sure what to think. She thought that she could trust the people surrounding her, but she couldn't be completely sure yet. She was beginning to panic, unsure of what to say.
"I don't know. He was kinda fat, and I kicked him, so maybe I hit a nerve and he lost his balance? I have no idea. All I know is that he dropped me and I ran." Alexis noticed that the professor had an interesting look on his face, and she wondered how much of her story he believed. His face contorted into a look of discernment, and then relaxed a little.
At that moment Alexis heard a large bang, signaling the entrance of the three who had left earlier. However, upon turning around, Alexis noted that only two had returned. The boy who appeared to be losing his pants was not with the group. Horror struck Alexis. Had he been taken by the—
"Where's Kurt?" Everyone turned towards the professor as he spoke, addressing the large man he had previously made known as Logan. The other man gave the professor a look before responding."
"The elf will be back in a minute. He went to go and check that there weren't any more brotherhood members hanging around after we took care of Blob." Everyone in the room gasped as they apparently realized something that they all seemed to suspect. The only one unaware of what was happening was Alexis.
"Who are the Brotherhood, and why are they here attacking me?" Alexis waited expecting an answer. She peered first at the tall man called Logan. After realizing that he wasn't going to answer her, she turned towards the students. No one seemed to have an answer for her; they all stared at the professor, as if they wanted to know what he would say next as much as Alexis did. "Why do I feel like there's something you guys aren't telling m—"
At that moment, a large blue and furry object popped in with a stench of brimstone, not landing very far from Alexis. As Alexis began to scream, the professor said, "I can see we have a lot to explain."
