Brightburn

Day 2: Tuesday

Time: 3:14 am

POV: Alexander Grand

When I opened my eyes I was thirsty. The feeling on my lips and the desire to drink something hit me like the smell of cooked meat to a starving hobo. Aside from being thirsty, I vividly remember the events of whatever put me to sleep. From a jolting feeling that reached the entirety of my body, to the pale girl with electric blue eyes.

Sucking in a large amount of air, through my nose, I held the oxygen intake for about six seconds. My eyes were closed and my mind kicked into high gear reasoning away any more information that could be of use.

My toes twitched and my fingers slowly balled into fists as tightly as I possibly can. Exhaling through my now parted lips, my fists came undone and the tension in my balled toes followed along. The following thoughts reared itself in my head wasn't much. From the face, to yelling, and… nothing else.

"What in the world happened?" I asked no one in particular as my eyes stared at the ceiling of my room.

"Finally awake?" I tensed hearing that familiar voice and relaxed once more. Slowly lifting myself from up without the use of my arms, my eyes caught sight of the edge of the unfamiliar wall, chair, window, and familiar woman. Her slender arms were crossed over her bright blue sweater, right hand tucked into her left armpit and using it as support for left elbow. A particular book in her left hand and it read, [Jefferson Charlotte's; the Beast within the Beauty]. It was a big book from what was available to my eyes and she seemed to be in the middle of a double digit chapter, or the end of one. "Alex," I scowled and a small lopsided smirk came to her face. She among many knew I didn't like to be referred to by nicknames. "I'm not too surprised you're up, what with the state I found you in."

Her book lowered and so did that smirk. She stood up and I kept an even gaze on her form, the book held open by a single finger and the wrist of her hand would push against her waist. I just noticed that she was wearing the same attire back when I sat through Homeroom and her Ancient History Class. Though she seemed to be scuffed up with cuts around her cheeks that I knew weren't there prior to the classes.

"Found?" I said putting some effort in trying to sound confused and suspicious. Her grey eyes twitched, probably finding some logical answer to my question. But… "Can you explain," I gestured to her and lunged my head forward at her, dipping my chin into my chest and keeping my eyes on her. "What do you mean by that?"

She closed the book after raising and shafted it onto the bed by my feet, which my shoes were still on. Grabbing the chair she sat in, I followed as she brought it over to the right side of the bed. In the process, I got a better look of the room I was in and I widened my eyes at the realization.

No wonder I thought this was my room.

"Yeah, you're in the school infirmary, Mr. Grand." The clank of the chair's legs hitting the floor sounded off and the black skirt wearing blonde, sat down on it. She crossed her hands on her lap and she relaxed. "So I'll just cut to the chase."

"Zing." Came my thoughts on the woman's comment.

"The Greek Gods exist, and you might be a Demi-God."

I blinked my eyes, I'd say, twice st what my favorite teacher had said. Then I frowned and pursed my lips, sound the stone cold serious blond a critiquing look. "On what evidence."

All I got was a solid confident smile.

Day 2: Tuesday

Time: 10:45

POV: Third Person

Alexander Grand was told everything by his teacher; Annabeth Chase, and to say he took it well was a severely poor choice of words. He didn't even twitch or deny her first claim and it didn't come as a surprise. In fact she was prepared for him to take her word for it so long as she had evidence. That was what made the young man special, and what caught her attention.

The boy was expressionless and he neared the line of psychopathic. No smiling, no interests, not even a raising of his tone and his eyes made talking to him darn near impossible. If Annabeth was critical and calcutive, Alexander's eyes were dead and still. No light and no life flickered in the gold color.

But…

That isn't to say he wasn't handsome. While he was average in the looks department, there was a certain point to be made when looking directly at him and observing him.

Annabeth touched her chin as she brought the black dry erase marker up and began writing on the white board.

Alexander Grand, in her eyes, from observing him when he got into interactions between others and himself, was an Altruistic Psychopath.

But what did that mean? The woman frowned and sighed.

"Alright," Annabeth announced loudly to the quiet class at her back. A class with a roster of 27 students, the gender pool being rather equal, only leaning towards the male population by a few numbers. She glanced over her shoulder, witnessing all of her students giving her their attention. "Other than Mr. Grand," her grey eyes landed on the boy with tan skin, dead gold eyes, black hair, and wearing all black besides his red leather jacket. He had sighed blankly and looked away, definitely going against her number one rule of looking to her or the board when she speaks. "Mr. Walker," this time a well built redhead caught her eye. Koryu Walker was his name and he was a solid build sports type of character. His eyes were bronze and he would always be seen by the jocks of the school talking about the next practice and its scheduled dates, or with the significantly higher intellectual boys and girls heavily conversing about Comics, Manga, Video Games, and the like. He was also caught talking to Alexander every once and awhile. Those to her knowledge ended with them having got into a violent altercation. Something she still couldn't get to the bottom of and it annoyed her to no end given her unique heritage.

"Ms. Summers," a beautiful blonde haired girl with blue eyes. She was much like herself when Annabeth was younger. Though Annabeth noticed that the girl was a mysterious one. Her expressionless face was near identical to the son of the Dragon, through she actually smiled. Guess that was why she had gone to Alexander to get him to join her Music Maker Club alongside the deans son. Speaking of the African American self-proclaimed rapper; Donovan Trekked rubbed a hand over his mouth and held back a snicker, only to receive an elbow to his side from Summers quitting him. "and Ms. Weiss." And finally the exchange student that had come in two weeks back. A beautiful little thing with bright red eyes, enthusiastic personality, absolutely pale skin, and equally pale white hair. Sophia Weiss was her full name and she was a shy girl. Enough said. "Who can say they know they are well informed on the fall of Sparta? And if you quote 300 you'll get a little more than detention." Surprisingly, the first hand shot up, which wasn't the aforementioned top graded, was someone that reminded her of Tyson.

"Mr. Light?" She sounded interested. "Normally you don't put yourself out to answer any of my Announced Questions. Is there any reason why?"

Marcus Light, the biggest, tallest, and the most lovable of her class, had a bashful and embarrassed smile on his fair skinned face as he rubbed the back of his head. "Well," he had a rather thick Russian accent even though his English was perfect. "I'm sorry for that Ms. Chase, but since the [New Heroes] hockey team just cut the last match by a few points, I have been feeling the desire to improve my academics in response to that. Sounds good yes Ms. Chase?"

"...I think that's one to apply pent up motivation." Annabeth said with an expected expression.

"I think he's just noticed he's failing…!"

This drew the attention of the whole class, causing Alexander to tighten his jaw and narrow his eyes at the window.

"Miles!" Annabeth immediately called after and the mentioned Miles, full name Brendon Miles, just smiled smugly as the giant russian boy leaned over and chuckled nervously. "You know how I feel about absent-minded comments when someone is talking. Do it again and I'll see to it that you'll get another mark."

"H-he's not really wrong though." Marcus deliberately said agreeing with the blond haired Brendon Miles.

"Being wrong isn't the case Marcus," Koryu spoke up with a smile on his oriental face, giving Brendon a frown as he turned around to see him. "So cool it Miles. Whe are almost out of 4th period, let's finish up huh?"

He rolled his brown eyes and looked away from the red head. "Yeah, sure, whatever man."

"Excuse me!" This quieted the talkers up. "Koryu Walker, as it is kind of you to mediate this, unexpected taunting, you aren't such during my class." The red head bowed his head respectfully and apologized immediately. "I expect Alex to be the one to say something on the other hand."

All she got was a dead eye look from the male, a concerned glance from the red head, and the wrapped attention from the blonde male.

It was quiet for a few seconds.

"He knows when to keep his mouth shut." He said, causing Koryu to slip his hands together and glance back at the blonde jock. The football stars' hands clenched into fists far from underneath his table.

"Is that a threat?" Brown orbs geared into a bulldog glare.

"The aggressive nature of Sparta was eventually its own undoing." Suddenly Summers spoke, her eyes closed and her arms over her bust. "Because of that, they couldn't assist Achaeans against the Roman's, and since then, they were crippled. Officially they had fallen to the Visigoths and their identities were changed."

The bell rang and all that weren't in the argument hurried to their feet knowing what was coming. They hurried along to the door dropping off their finished, half-finished, or unfinished assignments.

When the class was emptied, Alexander had leaned on his now interlocked knuckles. His chin resting on his fingers while Marcus sat looking at Annabeth with pleading eyes. Koryu had tuned in his seat and had begun shaking his leg glancing at the two fellow males with caution.

As for Brendon…

The bulk of his attention was on Alexander's back. A deep scowl was on his face yet he seemed calm yet ready.

Nothing happened from either of the boys as the first to make a move was Summers. Her bag went over her shoulder and her eyes opened and she stretched a smile on her face. "Completely turned into dust and stomped out of the seat of glorious light."

From there... she left.

Just what was she implying?

Day 2: Tuesday

Time: 1:19 pm

POV: Alexander Grand

"I understand what you're saying, and I understood why you said that." How could I not? After all that was said and done, and after what could have prevented this, I was here once more. Standing here once more with bloody knuckles at my sides and a glare on my face, face to face with a bruised Brendon Miles. He stood standing, his nose twisted and broken, blood staining the whites of his right eye and his fists raised in a boxers stance.

I was here fighting.

Fighting against a person that went against what I appreciated.

Genuine care.

Caring for others that love you and loving them. To hurt others with words. I'm not protecting them. Them that aren't going to say a word. I'm showing them.

"Shut up you freak!" He gasped for breath, glaring defiantly. His balled fists came up to his face and Brendon grinned. "I don't need a darn lecture about why you fuckin' hate what I said, we've been through this song and dance a million times already!"

Too right.

Right then and there, I took my step forward, and so did he, his fist raised back and so was my own.

We didn't make it close another step as a sound resembling a cow moving echoed out from the forests just a few yards away from where me and Brendon we're about to continue our fight.

I didn't get out another word as too many things happened at once. From Marcus and Ms. Chase rearing the corner several feet away shouting at us to stop, to a tree flying through the air coming straight for us both.

All I knew…

And all I understood…was that I didn't hate anyone. I didn't hate because I was a flame.

End