in like 2-3 weeks it would be exactly a year since i last wrote.
Who knew high school was so much, work.
But i promise with summer here im writting way more.
Now,
1) Ive grown a lot and changing the direction of the story. I got confused rereading it. And i wrote it.
2) Dont forget to check out Ex-Winged Heroes & Blake Academies: Ninja. Different titles, similiar theme.
3) Thanks so much for the amazinf reviews guys!
4) I dont cailm to own or rule over an authors creations. This is all for fun.
My mind flickered. The white room that surrounded me became more and more familiar. I was back to the place I'd be running from for… No, I hadn't been running. It hadn't been real. But this was. Sitting up I reached for the closest familiar person that wasn't dressed in a lab coat.
"What the hell Vladimir!" My vision cleared completely as I witnessed a laboratory full of men and women scientist. Each with a clipboard. Each staring at me. Vlad's grin widened as he loosened my grip on him.
"Chill, Max." I took at deep breath, but for those who know me, I'm not a true fan of white coats.
"I think you all should clear the room. Give us a moment, please." The random voice startled me. And flames ignited in a bowl next to me. Porter giggled as he stepped in from the door way.
"Whoa, you just made water burst into flame." My mind rattled. Visions blurred into my head, flashing in and out.
"What did you two do?" I mumbled it slowly. I felt nauseous. Porter sat in a chair next to my bed. He reached out for my hand which jerked away reflexively.
"A simulation. To see how you would react to drastic changes in your surrounds. The School sure taught you a lot, Max."
"I would correct you on that, but you have all the answers at this point. Why tick you off?" Rhetorical question, of course. But Porter only laughed.
"Maybe we should start from the beginning."
….
Turns out, my flock was massacred. Not by the institution or the school. Angel. She was something else that psycho brat. According to Porter, she was The School. Their weapon, toy. And here I thought the voices in my head were screwy. Porter was the apprentice of the the long dead boss of the Institution, mortal enemy of the School. And a lot nicer, in the whole they don't experiment on children thing. Homecoming games must be an all out war for these academies.
Then, of course, was the life simulation thing. Ever had a necromancer cast a spell on you? Not fun. Porter said the memories would fade, but the People at the institution were those memories. Dr. Jesse Jay was a scientist here, according to Porter. Not to mention he had just celebrated his sixtieth birthday. And Daniel was a freelance hero around the Instruction. Coming and going as he pleased. The caught being, id never met him before.
And Ari? Dead. That hadn't changed. My heart jerked when I remembered that. Little Ari.
"Reality sucks." I mumbled to myself.
"You know… Naw, to easy." Vladimir was a smartass around me. But put in a team of not just me and him he was an angel. Says a lot for a half-vampire. No one really knew much about him. Just that he was on a run from his own government. Why not have him join the rebel army? To be honest, I didn't care. The kid had some major skills. And Porter… I didn't need to much answered about him. Turns out I had saved him from a courtyard. The night of the massacre.
That I didn't remember. Porter seemed to. I took for granted how easy the words came to me. I had never got to see my flock that day. But judging from my emotions, I'd grieved enough.
"Shut up, nightwalker. We have a job to do." He exposed his fangs in a charming grin and I couldn't help, but smile. The kids a weirdo, I thought to myself.
We were in a subway about a mile away from a base that seemed to be a little to cliché for me. It was a warehouse with an abandoned exterior. But according to Porter the Alien kid, Daniel, had been camped there for the last two days.
"I've met this kid before, you know. I think two gothic emo kids will screw up the curve." I giggled as Vlad glared at the warehouse. We were walking to the front door like it was nothing. But if simulation Daniel, and Reality Daniel were the same.
"He already knows were here."
"What does that have to do with things? You talk to yourself a lot theses days. Hey, do you-"
"Vlad. You talk too much." Stepping up the the door I closed my eyes. Knock, Knock, I mentally echoed.
"Whose there?" Vlad jumped, but I casually turned to find a pole shimmer and turn into a young boy.
"And here I was planning to strip on that." I said softly.
"No ones stopping you… Max? Correct." Don't need psychic powers to know that one. I ripped off the name tag off my shirt. Daniel laughed and Vlad just stood hovering with a confused expression.
"Thought you'd get a kick out of the name tag."
"Well, Porter did say you knew me better than most." We exchanged grins and I felt Vlad blush. Well, this isn't awkward.
"Mind if we talk?"
