A long silence looms over us turning the cold, mid-autumn wind to needles against my skin. "Just kidding!" Cath says in a childish voice. "You haven't seen me yet so I'm going to go hide again!" Cath explains removing her hand from my eyes. I grab Cath's wrist and turn to face her. "What did you mean 'don't have an aura?'" I ask. Cath turns around in a slow statue-like fashion. "Cheater! You can't look! I'm still hiding!" She demands. "I gave you like 5 minutes, and now I found you fair and square." I explain. Cath clobbers me with her suit case. Me and my big mouth... My vision blurs into a dull black, I feel myself tumble to the ground like a sack of potatoes. What does she keep in that suitcase anyway? Is it school work, or maybe something illegal like in an action movie? That's how they usually go, right? A silver suitcase with drugs or secret Intel in it? "Five!? We're Fifteen! One, Five!" Rizzel complains. "Maybe they didn't know?" Isla guesses trying to calm Rizzel down. "Cath's Sixteen..." Lesly adds. "What are you guys talking about? Better yet, where are we?.." I ask. "Welcome to the special education wing, where they teach all the stupid people." Lesly says happily. Rizzel punches Lesly, she winces, giving me the feeling she hurt herself more then Lesly. "It's the nurses office, Cathilia kicked your butt." Isla explains bluntly, she has no soul... The door opens to reveal a older woman in pink scrubs. "Lambguard, Kyle?" She asks halfheartedly, almost dully. "Yes..." I answer awkwardly. Lesly covers her face with her hands, it's all Lesly can do to not laugh. I shoot her a glare."I need you to answer some health questions you left blank during enrollment." The nurse explains "Ok." I confirm with a shrug. "Age, Allergies, Contacts in case of emergency, and Place of birth?" She asks with the passion of a brick. "16. Bullshit, Legion fanatics, People who don't take health care seriously, and Hypocrites. No contacts. Va..." I pause 'Vault 101' Isn't much of an answer is it... "...Right here in Vale. Are we done yet?" I ask. The nurse dismisses us after making sure I don't have a fatal wound. "So Kyle when you said you had no contacts, does that mean you don't get along with your parents very well?" Lesly asks, a worried expression strikes her face. I try to ignore her. "That's not healthy, Parents are important. Not that I care." Isla says in a cheap attempt to hide her interest in the subject. "My father and I got along ok and I like to think my mother would have also..." I answer bluntly trying to dismiss the conversation. "I don't un..." Lesly covers Rizzel's mouth interrupting her. "I didn't know ether of my parents, and my sister is a bit on the self-obsessed type, so I had a bit of a lonely childhood too... we can talk if you like sometime." Isla says with a smile. I stare at Isla as she makes her way down the hall, 'No semblance'? What does that mean? More importantly, why does Cath have such an obsession with Isla? I spend the next couple days looking into semblances on my free time. From what the school library has on semblances, I was able to learn that all sentient things have semblances with the exception of grimm, wait are grimm self aware? Not important. I probably don't have a semblances because I came from the vault but as far as I can tell there's no evidence the wasteland I used to call home ever existed, "I can help with that." Marcus says from behind me "What the hell?!" I demand. Marcus gives me a 'what?' stare. "Who the fuck are you?!" I ask. "Who are you?" Marcus asks simply. "Poor Kyle Lambgaurd, at 14 forced to leave utopia vault 101 to find a missing father, A few 'Romans' and Fanatics later you find your good old dad, too bad the Colonel got to him first" I launch out of my chair and quickly pull alpha out. "Please, entertain me." Marcus says and points alpha at his forehead. A long silence looms over us. "Spoiler! you wont." Marcus says pressing his forehead to the barrel. I lower the pistol to the ground. Marcus pulls a out chair from the table and sits down. "I have a deal for you." Marcus says. "What?" I ask, still considering shooting the bastard. "I want to give you an out." Marcus says. "Tell me you want to and you'll wake up in the wasteland. No strings attached. But it has to be now. Before it starts." Marcus explains. "Before what starts?" I ask. "Nope. There's only one way for you to know." Marcus says with a smile. He pauses. "10, 9, 8..." He begins counting down from ten. "...7,6,5..." This is a no brainier. "...4,3,2..." So why can't I... "Didn't think so." Marcus says with a wink. "You're on the right track looking into Isla, start here." Marcus says placing a strand of black fur on the table. Marcus leaves the room without saying another word. I place the fur in my school bag and leave the library. There's only two things I can do now listen to Marcus (Like hell), or... I open the door to the dorms. Isla sits on her bed messing with her phone "Welcome back. Lesly and Rizzel are shopping." She says without blinking or looking away from her phone. "Isla?" I ask. "Yes Kyle?" Isla asks still looking at her phone. "Do you have an aura?" I ask. Isla's phone drops out of her hands and hits her on the head. Isla jumps out of her bed "Obviously! I mean why wouldn't I?" She asks avoiding eye contact. "In theory why wouldn't someone have an aura?" I ask trying to discretely rephrase the question. "It would probably be because of their geanicits" Isla explains. "Genetics." I correct. "So Isla then if you were to guess what genetics would you say would cause a lack of Aura?" I ask. "Well probably someone who… Wait do you still think I don't have an aura!?" Isla demands. "No! I just…" I start mumbling trying to buy time to think of an excuse. "Gimme your gun!" Isla demands trying to grab omega from its holster. "I believe you!" I insist. "I'll only shoot myself a little!" Isla explains. "No!" I yell.

Hey guys! Sorry for the late chapter! This is probably due to bragging it up last month... Anyway. I'd like to use this note to thank you all for leaving comments and views on my story so far as of this moment I have 4 comments and 45 people who read chapter 6! And that might not seem like much but that means at least 45 people are reading my dumb after notes (probably) So thank you! Thank you for the advise and thank you for reading!

-Mo the author.(p.s. Sorry this chapter's clumped don't know how that happened...)