What had seemed forever had only been an hour, in her mind. The time of the day was morning, early morning. It was the day of the week in which most of the day, extensive learning was taught, only to trigger something within her, and the other nine children. None of them knew what the authorities had been up to, but they did not like this time of day. Gordon Rosewater oddly called it "Remembrance", but the children saw it as boring, yet still payed attention.
"This figure shown is called a Megadeus, and in a group, are known as Megadei, according to English grammar." Rosewater spoke, voice at a possible monotone. This was something new to them. It had only been presented to them that day, and all were baffled as to what it was, what threat it could pose, and what exactly would it do for them in the future.
"Forgive me for interupting, however, why do we need to learn about this.. Megadeus?" A kid from the back spoke out loudly, all attention now on him, code name: Negotiator. The children had called him that only because he was good at it. He excelled in a lot of things, actually, but the fact that his negotiation skills were superb, gave him his name.
"You will learn in due time, child."
"What if we want to know now?" Another child stood up. The child who was the youngest out of them all, Elly. Her original name had been Ellen, no one knew her last name, and no one dared to find out, either. Why it had been that way was odd. The children never knew who any of them were, and that was because Gordon had somehow found a way to erase the memories of the children, only to replace them with memories of the past. Perhaps it would change the way they think, or who they are. No one knew, and that's what they were there for. The ten children were only test subjects.
"Children, stop being unruly. We must get back to the lesson, we don't want to be backtracked." Automatically assuming the kids would obey him, he pointed to the charts, and graphs in which the Megadeus picture had been near. In the far back, Angel was prepared to write on herself. It was a phrase, that out of no where, appeared in her mind.
I don't want to forget this. So, I'll write it down on me. "N-chan..." Her whisper spread to the other end of the room, attempting to reach 'N-chan', Negotiator.
"What?" Not turning his head slightly, his obviously male voice crawled over to the blonde haired, blue eyed child. He didnt't sound to pleased, but of course he didn't. He hated when people interrupted him during the lesson. His competitious attitude had taken an affect.
"Do you have a pen?" She awaited an answer, not getting one. "Please?" The child's lower lip curled down, eyes beginning to fill with fake sarrow, as she slowly crawled towards him in the back row.
"And with this ultimate machine..." The lecturer's voice had barely been heard by the crawling child. As soon as she reached him, she tugged at his pants, giving him the face. Negotiator was caught off guard, and gasped a little too loud. A few of the children looked behind at him, and saw Angel tugging at him.
"Angel, you better get back to your seat. You heard what G-senpai had said early." A husky voice spoke low to her down on the ground.
"Oh, I know that, Spark!" Angel attempted to speak below a whisper, only trying to keep the face on. Another child turned around, as Spark quickly retuned himself into the lesson. Spark hadn't appeared to be as intelligent as Negotiator, but that's only how things looked. He was really bright, but didn't really realize it, either. His name had been Spark for a certain reason. He dreamed of driving a car, in a race. But no national league had existed then, and so he had only dreamed on, after he got out of the mansion, that is.
"Angel, Spark was right..." Neeca spoke lightly. Her voice was soft, but her personality wasn't. The child with green-grey eyes, she was very special in a certain field. The Megadeus had interested her since they started talking about it that day. Finally, after seeing Angel ignore her, she turned back around. Negotiator did not speak. Angel, persistant as ever, tugged on his pants one last time.
"Angel.." He sighed, searching for a pen in his pocket somewhere. He checked each pocket, even back pocket, and finally found one in his back left. "Here, now GO."
"Thankie..." Whispering back while she crawled towards her seat, Angel took the cap off. The blue eyed child smiled brightly, sliding back up in her seat, as she tried to remember the phrase. The only word she had remembered from it all, she wrote on her arm. 'CAST'
Later that evenning, their session was finally over. The ten had accomplished a lot, even the constantly hyper Angel. They were heading back to their room, a giant room, with ten beds, ten stands, ten lamps, and millions of books everywhere. Books that had been extremely high for them, however, they were trained for intelligence, and such, week, day, almost hour of their life. Though, some of the children had gotten a hold of a few children's books, thanks to Smithy, they enjoyed them.
One by one, they walked down the pale peach hallway, passing doors on their journey, as they could spot the stairway ahead. With a rush, a few of them ran to the stairs, the tips of their toes hitting the hard wood lightly, yet pounding up the case. A few children were in no rush to get upstairs, and to the room. They were tired, and had barely any energy to run. One of the few was Philly, a child of memories not yet to be found. He claimed that where Paradigm was slowly building, that the city there used to be known as Philadelphia, and so he earned his name that way. None of the children knew what to believe, and they were only shocked to find out that the adults didn't know what to believe, either.
"Come on, Philly." Elly walked behind him, pushing him to go faster.
"Elly, please stop. I can make it up there on my own pace." She sighed, as she ran past him. Philly smiled at this, only because they were the only children who could possibly be related in any way. The resmeblance between them was amazing, and if she hadn't been the youngest, and a girl, you might not be able to tell them apart. He came to the edge of the stairs, climbing them one by one, and evntually making it to the top.
"Come on, Philly!" The young child yelled at him, her at the end of the hall, in the doorway of the room. He just smiled, nodded, and continued his way down to the edge of the hall.
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"And so the beautiful princess let down her lock of hair, blonde hair, for her prince to crawl up." One of the children read aloud, as they all were huddled in the dark. There were no windows in their room, so the only light had been artificial light, and it was night, anyway.
"I want to be a princess..." A younger boy spoke, Pocky. He was a sweet child. A bit heavier-set then most of the others, but no one cared to notice.
"You can't be a princess, Pocky! Your're a boy!" Angel giggled, as she poked Pocky's stomach.
"Can we please get back to the story?" Negotiator spoke, as he leaned towards the book, waiting to restart. Silence, and then he continued. Jealousy danced on Angel's face, as she sat down impatiently, awaiting her turn to read. Draw.
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Eh... This chapter was an attempt at explaining some of the other children. I still have three more to explain though. Next chapter, next chapter. =p I'm not sure if this one was as well written as the other ones. x_x Oh well. Read and review, possibly? :D
Gwen
