Disclaimer: I don't own the gundam pilots just the original characters that you'll see in this story.
New Pilots2: Runaway
Chapter 2
By: Raven Moonshadow
…14 years and 10 months later…
Tamora's confident paces masked her ultimate displeasure of the new school that loomed in front of her like a menacing piece of hell. A shadow world that was meant only for the pleasure's of old cruel demons, also called teachers, to torture the innocent teen population. Tamora snorted at her own thoughts. Yeah right, like the teen population was ever innocent once they reached high school. They were usually corrupted far before high school, going as young as elementary students. Possibly younger.
It seemed that everywhere she went the stares of people were sure to come. She didn't have to look around her to feel the eyes of the people around her on her or the whispers of the new girl in school. It was as if, suddenly, a new, juicy steak had been thrown to a ravenous pack of wolves. But luckily, as fate would have it, everyone knew instinctively not to get in her way. Even as she headed down the sidewalk in front of the school, people moved out of her way but the stares continued to follow her. Even after she had entered the main doors.
Students clamored down the halls and up the stairs to lockers that held their books. Preparing themselves for the days teachings about what to know in the real world. She didn't need that kind of stuff. Living with her mother was enough of the real world for her. Not that she blamed her mother for the way things turned out and how her life was. In everyway her mother, Tamora's only parental figure, worked hard to earn good money for them, but that also meant that her mother wasn't around as often as she would wish.
In general, Tamora could sum herself up as a loner and a hard worker, although in some ways she thought she was giving herself too much credit. She didn't work hard at all. Hey…what else were computers made for?
Before she reached the main hallway Tamora veered off to the right into the office. It was neat, with two desks in opposite corners of the small amount of room, a copy machine, some plastic plants, and extra chairs for the teenage horrors. Behind one desk was an older woman with short, graying hair. Tamora strode up to her desk and leaned over the woman, her auburn red hair cascading over her shoulders. With the shadow cast over her paper the woman looked up at her.
"Yes, dear?" The graying woman asked. Tamora mustered up her best 'nice to meet you smile'.
"Hi I just got transferred here from my old school. My mom informed me that there were some papers I had to fill out before getting the things I need for class and everything else." Tamora said.
"Name please?"
"Tamora McHawkings." The secretary went through some computer files and with a few quick clicks Tamora saw an old picture from when she was in 8th grade pop up with her name: Tamora Kelly McHawkings, printed below it. Tamora flipped her long auburn bangs out of her right eye with a sigh. Of course, mom had to use the evil 8th grade picture from hell. She wasn't even smiling in that picture, just sort of staring at the camera.
"Ah yes I found you Miss McHawkings. I have your papers right here. All you have to do is fill them out." The woman said pulling some papers out of her massive stack. Tamora took them hesitantly. Green eyes stared down at the five pages handed to her and instinctively she knew; this was going to be the most torturous morning she had ever faced in her 14 year life.
Tamora found herself in a chair staring at the papers for the next 10 minutes until the first bell of the day caught her attention. Stranglers were running off to their first classes. Outside the office she heard the main doors swing open before two guys rushed past and down the hallway. One of them had a cup of coffee in hand, the other had a blue berry muffin in his mouth. As she watched them the corner of her lips twitched up into a small hidden smile.
The auburn haired girl looked back down at the papers, determined to finish filling them out before the second bell of the day rang. The first paper was just basic information…
Name: Tamora Kelly McHawkings
Age: 14
DOB: December 2, 120 AC
Hair: Auburn
Eye: Green
Weight: 110 lbs
Height: 5'3"
…and a few other things. The next was medical and after that was a page of hobbies and unnecessary things. The pages after those were a blur and before she knew it the second bell of the day had rung and she had one more thing to answer. Her own signature was required to complete it. In neat script she wrote out her first and last name as steams of students came down the hallways.
"I'm done with the papers." Tamora said, heading up the secretary's desk.
"You are? Well then, I'll take those and then we can head down to the guidance for a schedule." The secretary took her papers and put them in a file cabinet under her name. Getting up she brushed the front of her skirt down and made her way around the desk. Tamora grabbed her messenger bag quickly before following her out. They made their way down the right wing hallway towards the guidance, which was right next to the office and the nurses office. She'd remember that place seeing as though with all the stares she was getting, she was going to probably end up sending someone down to the nurse. (maybe even the hospital)
They entered just as the next bell sounded for the second class of the day. The secretary spoke softly to one of the guidance councilors and, with a nod, the councilor went back to her desk and opened up a file. A paper was pulled out and handed to the secretary.
"Here's your schedule. Your teachers will have books for you and hopefully you already have notebooks for your classes." The woman said. Tamora pointed at her messenger bag. With a nod the secretary was walking towards the door. "Today is day 1, your schedule will explain it all. Have a nice first day, Miss. McHawkings." The woman was gone a second later. Alright. Day one. She looked down at her schedule. She had already missed block A, which had been chore. Block B she had…Latin with Mrs. Sulla in room 318. With a sigh she got a pass for being late; even though it wasn't her fault that she was new; and headed toward her locker.
She swiped her key card through the slot and pulled on the handle. Tamora placed some pictures in her locker. Some were her with her mother; some were just her mother and a were few logos of her favorite bands. She shut the locker and went stairs were she proceeded to climb up three flights of steps. Then down the third floor hallway she went, searching for room 318.
Tamora finally found it with a roman sculpture painted next to the door with a Latin saying above it. The auburn haired girl opened the door and strode in. The teacher, who had been lecturing in Latin, stopped to look at her oddly. Every gaze in the room was on her again and she didn't like the way some of the males were looking at her.
"May I help you young lady." The teacher, Mrs. Sulla, asked. Tamora handed the blond the pink piece of paper.
"I'm new here. This is my class." Tamora said.
"Tahm-or-ah." The teacher added a Roman accent to the pronunciation. "I think we can keep that as your name. It sounds roman enough. Take a seat behind the trouble-maker Maxwell boy." Tamora blinked. Who? The teacher seemed to notice that she had no idea who Maxwell was. She pointed to the boy she had seen earlier run in with coffee in hand and a blond at his side. He had long chocolate brown hair tied back in a braid, and indigo eyes.
Tamora made her way towards the desk in the back of the class behind the braided boy. He gave her a lopsided grin as she passed him and she directly felt his eyes burning on her rear. An expression that could only be that of extreme annoyance was written across her face before she slid the messenger bag off her shoulder and sat down. She pulled out a blank note book for Latin1 Block B. The teacher came back and handed her a sheet of paper.
The teacher resumed her lesson and Tamora looked down at the sheet. All of it was work, notes, vocab, and some other things she had missed so far. A light cough caught her attention. The guy in front of her had turned to her. The teacher was nowhere in sight. He extended a hand.
"Hi! I'm Derek Maxwell but in Latin you can call me Dominicus. So I've never seen you around, beautiful." He smiled taking her hand and planning a kiss on it. Tamora rolled her eyes.
"Charming." She muttered sarcastically under her breath. He looked up.
"Did the fair lady speak?" Tamora nearly growled. Who the hell did this guy think he was? She tore her hand from his grasp and rubbed the top of it as it to erase the kiss he had planted there.
"Touch me again and I'll kung-fu your ass to Ireland." She glared. He seemed unfazed by her warning. In fact, it just seemed to egg on his comments.
"Would the fairest of all ladies really touch my unworthy body? The mere thought of your touch makes me ache." He said putting a hand over his heart. Tamora kicked the back of his desk. What a moron!
"You better watch that ache because if you don't stop flirting with me you'll find yourself aching for a whole other reason." He fluttered his eyelashes innocently.
"And how would that be?" She leaned forward as the teacher walked in. He leaned forward as if to kiss her. She glared ominously at him.
"Like for instance my foot in you groin or castration. I'll make sure you can never touch a girl that way ever again." She whispered darkly to him. He blinked and drew away. Derek turned to face the front of the class with a stiff back. Apparently no one had ever said no to this guy before. Tamora was glad that she was the first.
* * *
Block C, or English class for Tamora, went by easy with no flirtatious jerk with a long braid to ruin it. In fact she was in an all freshmen class (seeing as though she was a freshman) and that what went she met this sweet blond named Victor Winner. He had been nice and told her what to do when she was lost. He was cute too and didn't give her looks of lust or desire.
It made her comfortable around him. They had first lunch together so they went down to the cafeteria. Along the way he pointed out all the classrooms down the hall way. The library and the computer lab were close to the lunch room so that made it easier for her. He had a bagged lunch so he went outside to wait for her. She brushed past the tables ignoring the people who stared and went right up to the counter. No line had formed yet so she was in and out with a sandwich and Snapple in no time. She again past a bunch of girls on her way out who were all staring at her, some even glared. Great she was making enemies of people she didn't even know.
She stepped out into the sunlight and shielded her eyes. Tamora was blinded for a few moments before, opening her eyes; she discovered she was in back of the school. There were picnic tables set up, some occupied and other not, and trees surrounding the area. Up on the hill Tamora spotted Victor, and with a nearly audible gag, she saw he was sitting with the dreadful playboy, Derek Maxwell. Oh of all the people Victor had to sit with, he had to sit with Derek. Her thoughts ran on as she stayed in place staring with an unhappy expressing.
"Well you don't look too happy do you?" Someone said startling her out of her thoughts. Tamora blinked and tried to think coherently as she stared at this…this god standing in front of her. He was the most handsome guy she had ever seen. That was saying something since she had found that a lot of seemingly good looking guys came to the school. His moonlight blond hair, ever so pale it almost seemed like a creamy white, stopped at his shoulders and he had the most enchanting ice blue eyes, so clear that she could practically see herself in them. It took everything she had not to start drooling. Quickly, Tamora recovered her fleeting sanity and rationality when she found that everyone had gone silent and was now staring at her.
She shifted uneasily. She hated being stared at.
"I'm fine just new here." Tamora said quietly. Where had this sudden shyness come from? She had never been shy before! Attitude, girl, she mentally told herself.
"So you're the new girl that everyone's talking about." The god said. He stuck out the free hand that wasn't holding his lunch. "I'm Lucius Merquise. What's your name?"
Tamora took his hand after placing her drink in the crook of her arm that held her sandwich. "I'm Tamora McHawkings. It's nice to meet you." Lucius smiled and for a moment she thought she would pass out. Lucius; it meant light and his smile was filled with nothing else. A cough caught her attention.
Behind him stood another good looking guy (AN- oh too sexy, too sexy. Can't take much more sexiness) with short wheat blond hair and vibrant emerald eyes. His bangs were parted to the sides just like his cousin. He extended a hand too.
"Hi, I'm Michael Peacecraft. Lucius is my cousin. It's nice to have a new student here. I've heard about the rumors of a beautiful new female student, but you are just radiant." Tamora usually didn't like when guys came onto her but at the same time she was fighting the blush that was trying to surface. She took his hand.
"Um thanks."
"Hey why don't we invite her to come eat with us? You don't mind, do you Tamora? Unless that is you have someone else that you're sitting with already?" He asked her. Tamora didn't know what to do. These guys were good looking and charming. But what about cute Victor? He had been so nice to her. She looked in the direction that Victor had been sitting and found that he and Derek were making their way towards them. Derek looked verily ready to throttle someone. Michael and Lucius turned their heads to see what Tamora was staring at.
Michael made a disgruntled sound at what he saw and Lucius, she saw, looked very annoyed. Derek made a sound as he stopped. It sounded very similar to Nightstalker's growl.
"Merquise, I must speak with you right now." Derek growled. Lucius rolled his eyes.
"And why should I speak with you, Maxwell?" Lucius said letting his voice drop to an unfriendly octave. Even Victor looked annoyed. Michael glared at both Derek and Victor. Derek, Victor, Lucius and Michael all disappeared around the side of the building, arguing and yelling at each other. Tamora got the strangest sensation that all four of them fighting over her. Shrugging, Tamora walk forward toward Victor and Derek's discarded hill top to eat.
* * *
Key chains jingled as Tamora unlocked the apartment door. As soon as she opened the door she found herself looking down at a wolf pup and tiger cub staring up at her with pleading expressions of feed me and welcome home.
"Hey there guys. Oni, Byakko." Both made small sounds as she greeted them and skipped around her legs as she closed the door.
Welcome home Tamora the wolf pup, Oni, barked.
We missed you Byakko the white tiger cub purred. Tamora petted them both before heading into the living room. She dropped her messenger bag over the fluffy tan couch. Looking around, Tamora found that everything was in order and clean. A discarded Victoria's Secrets catalog lay on the coffee table, her mother on the cover. Nightstalker lay curled up on his large pillow. The old shaggy tiger looked up at her with warm blue eyes.
"Hi Nightstalker." Tamora said crouching down in front of the large black Siberian.
Hello kitten. How was your day? He asked her. She tickled his chin. He let out a loud purr.
"It was good. Did everyone behave themselves while I was gone?" Tamora asked getting up. She headed toward the door less opening that led to the apartment's kitchen.
They were good more or less he said. Tamora nodded. She pulled a soda out of the fridge.
"Any calls?"
Yes there was one from Lady Kamori's agents, another from the flirtatious man who brings up Kamori's mail, and another one from… someone
"Someone?"
I couldn't quite place it though the voice was quite familiar for some reason
"Okay. Was that all?"
I don't know. I napped for a while during the day Tamora nodded and walked from the kitchen, sipping her soda, toward the hallway that led to the front door. There on a small table next to the closet a small answering machine sat, a beeping red light telling her of the messages that had been left. As Nightstalker said there was a message from Mr. Cameron, another from the manager of the apartment complex who had a crush on her mother, then a strange woman who said she was from the Preventers, and the last message caught her in all its strangeness. One that Nightstalker had missed.
Beep
A man's deep voice came on. Totally monotonously, he spoke.
Nightmare, you know who this is. After all these years I think it is about time that we talk. I've been searching for quite some time now and now I finally find you. The Silencer has missed you. You have my number. Call.
Tamora blinked as she listened to the message. Nightmare? Silencer? What is this crap? She dismissed this, with her ever growing concern, as a prank or wrong number. None the less she would leave the message for her mother when she came home later. Right now, all Tamora wanted was a little relaxation and a nap from the long day she had.
Raven- Wow the second chapter. Someone was bugging to bring Relena down upon me like a curse if I didn't write another chapter. Here it is. Now that you've got me started this will probably turn into a long fic. *sigh* Please review so that I can receive more encouragement and idea's from your suggestions. Only you can make the story better.