A/N: See? Promised I'd be back. I felt like creating something today. Anyways it's a relief that I really did have a plan for what KPOK was. Lol, I wasn't even sure what was in my notes until after I recovered them from my old computer. This chapter goes by pretty fast.
I dumped my tray and made my way past the cafeteria doors. Everyone was bustling about except for one body that caught my eye.
"Eric?" I called out to my lost looking acquaintance.
"Oh Bella! There you are!" he exclaimed looking like he found what he was searching for. "I was waiting for you..."
His voice was a little shaky and I noticed his eyes wouldn't meet mine.
"I didn't say anything earlier, but It turns out we do have the next class together."
"Really?" I wondered why he didn't say anything when I brought it up at lunch. He knew something. "So you know what it is?"
He lowered his gaze to me and pointed to his forehead. "C'mon, I'm the brain remember? I know things."
"Then spill."
"Can't"
I gave him an irritated look. He was playing games with me. He sensed my annoyance, not that I was trying very hard to hide it.
"I don't really know what it is. Sorry," he apologized. "I've only heard some things and it'd be ridiculous to bother you with mere hypotheticals. I just figured since we had the same class, we might as well find out together."
He still seemed a bit edgy and he explained nothing on why he avoided the question at lunch, but I followed him anyway as he led the way. He knew the halls better than I did at any rate.
We didn't talk the whole way to the class. His body language showed that he too was surprised by the location of it. It wasn't on the campus at all. Our destination was a lone bungalow across the street from the school. We were stopped by administrators when trying to leave, but after seeing our schedules, they just let us through. Now I was really curious about what the class was.
The bungalow wasn't anything special. It was a rectangular dilapidated construct with no windows and one door. As I entered after Eric, I had to do a double take.
The inside of the bungalow was quite spacious. It looked exactly like the gym. The only difference was that this classroom looked a lot bigger. There were no chairs and a lot of equipment spread out across the room. It looked a like a track and field obstacle course without the track.
"I guess this is a physical education class," muttered Eric, not sounding particularly impressed.
"You students are late!" boomed a voice across the room.
There were a handful of students sitting on the floor in front of a man, probably the teacher…or coach by the looks of it.
Eric and I went to go sit down in front of him like the rest of the students.
The coach was wearing a gray Forks High sweatshirt with blue gym shorts. He even wore a whistle around his neck like a typical gym teacher. He had a hat on and was of average height and build.
"Now that the two no shows are here, I can begin," he shout talked. "First of all, welcome to K-P-O-K. I'm sure most of you are wondering what this class is. We have never had this class before, but before I explain to you what this class is about, I just want to go over some guidelines."
I looked around. None of the faces looked especially familiar and they all looked as clueless about this class as I was. Realizing I wasn't going to find any answers on my own, I turned my attention back to the instructor, whose voice seemed to have only one volume setting…loud.
"First off class, I am not your coach. You will not refer to me as coach, you will call me Mr. Smith. I will be your trainer. I will tolerate no nonsense in this class because trust me, you make one stupid move, you WILL get hurt. And finally, you will find it in your best interest to not discuss anything you hear in this class outside of this class. Got it?"
No one made a move and the coa- Mr. Smith took the silence as our way of consenting.
"Okay good. You guys seem like a good bunch," he said looking pleased with himself. "Now let me tell you what this class is. You are here to learn how to get by in life with what you have. This is only the first level of PO. The Ks around it on your schedules denote that. What is P.O you may ask? PO stands for power offs."
My heart dropped the moment everyone else in the class started murmuring frantically. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Eric was frozen beside me. Power offs?
"The name of the class is pretty self explanatory. Didn't I tell you all it would be in your best interests to keep what we do in here confidential? All of you are...let's say 'special', " Mr. Smith smirked. He outstretched his palms towards us to try and get us to settle down. "Now, now, don't fret. You have no enemies here. How all of you have managed to keep the fact that you were born powerless is none of my business, but what my business is is to make sure you don't remain that way. Any questions?"
The uproar was only beginning to die down when a small mousy girl towards the center of the mess stood up.
"Ummm…Mr. Smith. I think there was a mistake. I-I do have a power," she stuttered out squeakily.
Mr. Smith gave her an uninterested look. "Oh really? And what power is that?"
"I-can, I-can make my fingernails grow…" she stared at her trembling hands as she indeed made her nails grow a couple inches in length.
Mr. Smith just looked at her for a second. "Ha!" he scoffed contemptuously. "You call that a power? Just sit down before you break one of those."
The girl sat back down looking like she was about to cry. Everyone else around her began to simmer down in a domino effect.
"Anyone else feel like they're too good to be here?" Mr. Smith asked. No one answered. "Good. At least now we can begin. As you can see we have set up this gymnasium in a particular way. We are here to prepare you for war. Your powers are weak. Nonexistent. With the way you are now, the outside world will crush you. You will be taken advantage of by the strong, the powerful. It is the government's decision that you all need to know how to defend yourselves against those who have the power to do so. That is basically everyone you will ever meet outside of this class room. In here you will go through rigorous training to strengthen your bodies and you will learn how to protect yourself through spar matches and warring sessions. You will leave here strong, or you will not leave at all.
"Now then, I would like to introduce you to my colleagues…and your opponents."
The sound of double doors being opened came from behind us. Everyone turned their heads and simultaneously gasped. Some even shrieked…I think it was Eric. I would have done the same had the breath not been knocked out of me.
Our opponents strutted smugly towards Mr. Smith.
"Class, rest assured your secrets will be safe. These are the people you will be facing against. I believe most of you know them as the vamps."
A/N: "SPECIAL EDUCATION" Ohhhhhh! Now I get it! Mr. Smith? I couldn't think of a better name, sorry. At least I didn't go with my first idea. Mr. Woodcock.
