Ch 6

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! Stupid school… I have to do work! Like, what's with that? I'm like the definition of the lazy song, save for I'm a girl…

Anyway…

*Hank*

The sun was what woke me up that morning. I hadn't closed my shades the night before, though I rarely did as I was an early riser. My first thought was to get up and ready for class or else I would be late.

Then it all crashed back, in one big title wave. The Beast had taken me last night, right in front of Alex. The Beast had hurt Alex.

Guilt, shame, and regret all washed over me at once. I tightening feeling in my chest formed. It hurt to breath. Jubilee had seen too.

She would hate me… Forever

The thought sent shutter down my spine, one of my only friends, lost. The Beast would take her from my life as well.

I couldn't stay. I could never look Charles in the eye again, I would never be the same in his eyes. I had let the Beast get the best of me and now Alex and Jubilee were both injured.

No one would ever forget, life would never go on.

No one trusted me as is, not with my fur and looks. I portrayed a predator and at some times I was.

The pain racked over me again and again. Numbness never came. After about a half hour of this I finally managed to push some of the pain away.

I pushed enough away to look presentable. I had already felt Charles probe my mind in the first ten minutes of my wakening, but I had already shut my mind down from him. He would understand, hopefully.

I quickly dressed and went to my classroom. I sat down and waited for the class.

The first of many miserable months were ahead.

*Jubilee*

I had practically watched Hank fall apart. I remember that first class I had of his after I had come back from my collapse.

I was one of the only kids in a class of fifteen.

One other girl showed up. Her name I forgot, but we seemed to be the only two in the class that still trusted Hank.

His face fell when he realized no one else was coming to the class.

It tool weeks to get the class back together, mainly Charles help, for most of the students didn't want to be in the same room as Hank.

No one understood why I trusted him so much after what he did to me. Or so that's what everyone said.

He didn't do anything, well nothing bad. He saved me really, although in the process he also hurt me, but there was only good intention.

Hank never came out of his classroom and labs. He only left to sleep in his dorm, which had been moved to the same floor as his classroom. I don't know how he got food, he must go in the night or something, but he had something to eat.

I watched in class as kids mocked and ridiculed him, and at first I stood up for him, but as time past what they were saying about him was true.

He was always alone and by himself. He had no friends and Prof Xavier only put up with him because of their shared past.

They other students knew I couldn't deny the truth in their words, so I didn't. Hank didn't seem to take much notice.

He always stayed at the front or the back of his classroom, never walking though it to look at students work anymore.

He didn't seem to want to talk to me after class, so I didn't bother him. He always seemed to be thinking, though I had no idea what about.

Alex and Sean never seem to come to talk to him either, hopefully Prof Xavier did, though I didn't watch Hank enough to know.

It pained me to just walk out of Hank's class without a second glance, but I could dwindle on the past, anyway I had training next, and I was sure to get killed, again.

*Hank*

Jubilee never wanted to talk to me anymore, she seemed embarrassed of me, though I can understand why.

I was the symbol of shame at the school here, most people didn't trust me or straight out just didn't like me and the students that didn't, only pitied me.

Charles had gotten a math teacher, so now I only taught science, my favorite subject, though no one was as ahead as I was at their age.

The teacher, Amara or Magma, is a small blond who came from Nova Rome, a small country with origins of Rome. She is immune to magma and from what I've tested has a higher energy level when in contact with the earth. I see her around and we often speak in Latin together. I don't know much else about her, but she seems nice enough, though she is only 20.

She told me she discovered her mutation when she fell into a volcano in Nova Rome, she said the town around the volcano praised her after that, and she became a god to them, she said she hated it, though I don't know why, I would only hope to be treated like a god.

I looked out the window in the class to see this weeks water balloon fight starting, it didn't seem to be any better then last weeks, and if I could, I might have gone out there, but I was unwanted and untrusted, so there was no point in making a big deal of it.

*Amara*

I think Hank could always see the pity in my eyes when I talked to him. I did pity him, with almost no friends, I didn't even understand how that could happen. I talked to him almost everyday, always looking for a time to use my Latin, and he was the sweetest person I think I have ever met, but he still seemed to be lonely.

I felt the energy shoot through me as I dug my toes into the soft dirt. The feel of earth on my feet always brought a smile to my face. I wanted to change into my energized form, but I was afraid someone might get hurt form the heat.

No water balloon had touched me yet, though some had gotten blasted from small balls of hot magma.

The students here seemed to act more childish then most kids. I was only 20, but already I felt like some what of a mother hen to some of these kids.

I felt bad for them, most of them had no family, and the ones that did, usually had none supportive families who didn't care if they were here safe in happy or in some prison wasting away.

The water balloon fight was coming to a close, but not before I glimpsed the curtains close in Hank's classroom. He really should come out here sometime.