Victoria

Three Years Ago:

A twelve year ago Victoria smiled as she finished her latest chapter. She had been working on her book on awhile, and she was proud of what she had come up with so far. The story followed the life of a suburban mother whose son would grow up to be the president. It was a tale that her English said was inspirational and emotionally raw, something that everyone considered for a twelve-year-old girl.

"Victoria!" Her mother yelled.

Victoria turned to see her mother watching her impatiently form her bedroom door.

"Good afternoon mother," Victoria said.

Her mother frowned and looked at the long flowing blue dress that laid on her daughter's bed.

"Why haven't you put on your dress yet?" Her mother frowned.

Victoria blushed. "Mother it doesn't really fit me right. It's so…revealing. I feel like a child bride."

Her mother frowned. "Victoria the dress did very well with the focus group. Besides the blue goes well with Matt's tie."

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Matt and I don't even like each other."

"His father is currently the number two hero; you don't need to like him. Just be nice to him." His mother said.

Victoria looked up at her. "Okay, mother."

Her mother sighed and walked over to her daughter's afro. She roughly pulled at it, causing Victoria to yelp.

"Jesus, this hair. Didn't I tell you straighten it?" Her mother asked.

Victoria crossed her arms. "I like my afro."

"You look like ghetto trash." Her mother scoffed.

Victoria tried to not let the woman's words hurt her. She knew if she started crying, her mother would lose her cool. She hated weakness.

"Make sure you do your makeup." Her mother said.

"The makeup you gave me gives me rashes," Victoria said.

"You need it Victoria, it helps with your complexion." Her mother said.

Victoria knew what her mother meant. It helped her look less dark. More presentable to her mother's audiences.

"God, sometimes I wish you were someone different." Her mother said.

Victoria muttered under her breath. "I wish you were different."

"What did you just say to me?" Her mother hissed.

Victoria gulped. "Nothing."

Her mother growled and grabbed her arm roughly. "You want to act like a grown-up, well don't mumble, say it to my face!"

"It's nothing mom!" Victoria shouted.

Her mother yelled and twisted her arm. "You're so ungrateful. After everything, I went through for you! I was a teen mom and still managed to be in the top five hero category! I worked hard to make you had a life without struggle. I'm not putting up with the attitude Victoria Katarina Crown! I've worked too hard for you to disrespect me."

Victoria bit her lips to stop from crying.

"I'm sorry mama." She said.

Her mother let go of her arm, causing the girl to fall to the floor.

"If I knew you were going to be such a disappointment I would have listened to my mother and gotten an abortion." She hissed.

Now:

"Your room is messy honey, didn't we talk about your organizational skills?" Her mother asked.

Maryanne stepped forward. "Good afternoon Mrs. Crown, or Shaman…it's nice to meet you."

Maryanne held out her hand in politeness, however, Victoria's mother looked down at her hand in disgust.

"God, what happened to my team? They seriously let you on the Lionesses?" Her mother asked.

Maryanne gulped before looking down at her feet. "Yes, ma'am."

Victoria frowned. She didn't like how her mother was talking to Maryanne. Victoria wasn't sure why, exactly. It's not like she cared about Maryanne. Friendship was another weakness.

"Mother, why are you here?" Victoria asked.

Her mother glared at Victoria. "I sent you here so you can get a good education. Yet today I pay a visit and do you know what I see? I saw you slutting yourself up for the pep rally. I can't believe you let my cheer squad degrade themselves like that. And don't even get me started on the routine."

"You're going to blame me for the entire pep rally?" Victoria frowned.

"Sweetie, you're a Crown, I expect you to always have things under control." Her mother said.

Maryanne stepped forward. "Excuse me, Mrs. Crown, but I think you're being hard on her. She's really talented and-"

"I'm sorry, who said you could speak? I know all about you Maryanne Isla, so I suggest you scurry Humpty Dumpty before you make me do something I won't regret." Her mother hissed.

Maryanne gulped. She turned to Victoria, almost as if she was asking permission to leave. Victoria sighed and nodded. With that Maryanne ran away, leaving the mother and daughter alone.

"Scaring away teenage girls, how classy. You really are a cheerleader at heart." Victoria hissed.

Her mother growled and slapped Victoria. Her nails scratching her cheek, and the force strong enough to knock Victoria onto her bed. She yelped in pain and placed her hand on her cheek.

"Ow." Victoria hissed.

"You ungrateful bitch." Her mother snapped.

She marched over to Victoria and growled.

"You have the nerve to get an attitude with me when your ass is at the bottom of the class rankings? Do you know how embarrassing that is for my reputation? The number three hero's child, below some lowlifes. You are destroying my legacy!" Her mother yelled.

Victoria looked up at her mother with tears in her eyes. "I'll do better."

"And who is this Fouzia girl? Not only did I find out you lost to her, but you got DETENTION for attacking her? Are you that selfish that you don't think how these things will affect me?" Her mother scowled.

Her mother was right, she was a disappointment. "I'm sorry." She squeaked.

"You're pathetic. You're lucky, I'm here. I'll fix this." Her mother sighed.

Victoria frowned. "How?"'

"Don't worry about that. Jesus, stop crying, you're embarrassing yourself." Her mother sighed.

She looked around the room and frowned. "This place is a pigsty."

She turned back to look at her daughter. "I trust we won't have to have this conversation again."

"Yes mother," Victoria said.

Her mother smiled, caressed Victoria's cheek, causing the girl to flinch.

"Good girl." She said.


Matt

"Sarah stop you're tickling me." Matt laughed.

He and his girlfriend were currently laying on his bed, snuggling up against each other. Sarah grinned and continued tickling his stomach.

"But it's funny." Sarah laughed.

"You two are disgusting." Jake gagged.

Matt had forgotten his roommate was in the room. "Sorry Jake, you'll understand once you get a girlfriend." Matt joked.

Jake rolled his eyes. "All the girls in our class our psychopaths."

"Translation they're out of his league," Sarah smirked.

"Aw, aren't you two just a match made in hell." Jake snapped.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. The trio frowned and looked up.

Jake walked over to the door and opened it. "Who the hell are you?"

"Move boy, before I snap your neck." A voice hissed.

Matt recognized the voice immediately. "Oh shit." He gulped.

Sarah frowned and stood up. "Who is it?"

Matt quickly got off the bed and forced a smile to mask his fear.

"Hello, Mrs. Crown." Matt yelped.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Crown? Like Victoria's mom? Like the number three hero, Shaman? She doesn't look all that impressive." Sarah smirked.

"And you don't look like a trashy whore, yet here we are." Mrs. Crown said callously.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" Sarah hissed.

She stepped forward to the woman, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Do you think just because you're a child I won't knock you?" Mrs. Crown mused.

Matt growled and grabbed Sarah's arm, pulling her behind him. He knew Mrs. Crown was capable of many things, mercy was not one of them. He turned to Jake.

"Take Sarah and get out of here." He hissed.

Jake shrugged. "Sure, this looks like some drama even I don't want to be involved in."

"Come on Sarah." He said.

Sarah growled and turned to Mrs. Crown. "This isn't over you wrinkly, crusty bitch."

"Sarah, I said come on!" Jake yelled.

He pulled Sarah out of the room, leaving Matt and Mrs. Crown alone.

"How are you doing, ma'am?" He asked.

"I'm quite disappointed if I'm being honest. Your father and I are the top heroes in America, yet our children are allowing their mediocre classmates to beat them. You two are so low in the class ranking it's horrendous." She said.

Even though she spoke politely, her words cut into his skin like daggers.

"I'm sorry ma'am." He said quietly.

"Oh, I know Matthew. Unlike my daughter, you can recognize your faults. Not only that I know you will do whatever it takes to win. Matthew what if I told you I can help you become head of the class? I can help salvage your family reputation." She smiled wickedly.

Matt's eyes widened. He would do anything to make the top of the ranks. He needed to do this for his father.

"Anything Mrs. Crown." He said.

She grinned. "Good boy. I will help you take down Alexander Dayton, but first, you have to dump Sarah and ask out Victoria."

Matt's face fell. "Pardon?"

"Sarah is a trashy bimbo, while my daughter comes from a legacy. The union of our families would be ecstasy for the press. Not to mention it would broaden our audiences. My fanbase is predominantly liberals of color, while your father has the hearts of conservative America. We would dominate the globe." She grinned.

Matt gulped. "Ma'am, I really like Sarah."

"Honey, do you think I loved my husband? I married him because he was the most politically correct option. Being a hero isn't just about saving people, there are also appearances."

This was wrong. Matt knew it. He loved Sarah; she was always there for him. She stuck with him despite all of his bad flaws. Maybe because of her loyalty she would understand. He reasoned. She would understand he was only doing this for his father. They could still date, just in secret.

"Okay, Mrs. Crown. You have yourself a deal." Matt said quietly.

"Good boy." She grinned.


Maryanne

"Maryanne, what are you doing in the common room by yourself?" A voice asked.

Maryanne jumped and turned to see the source. Staring at her was Alexander, a book in his hand.

Maryanne blushed. "Victoria's mom kicked me out of my room."

"Pardon? She kicked you out of your room? Can she do that?" Alexander asked.

"I think she can do whatever she wants." Maryanne sighed.

Alexander laughed. "You're too nice."

Maryanne pouted and crossed her arms. "Don't say it like that."

"Like what?" Alexander asked.

"Like I'm some pushover." Maryanne sighed.

Alexander frowned gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, I don't think you're a pushover. There's nothing wrong with being nice." Alexander laughed.

"Easy for you to say. Everyone likes you. You're likable." Maryanne sighed.

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "I am?"

"Come on, besides Jake, everyone respects you and treats you like an equal. Everyone here looks at me like a toddler or a nuisance. I don't even know if they like me, they certainly don't respect me." Maryanne said.

"Maybe your problem isn't being nice, it's caring too much about what people think," Alexander suggested.

Maryanne paused. She never considered that.

"That actually sounds pretty accurate," Maryanne said.

She sighs. "So, I should stop caring about what other people think, and put my own feelings as a priority," Maryanne said aloud.

"Exactly." Alexander smiled.

Maryanne smirked and leaned in, her face inches away from Alexander's.

"What are you doing?" Alexander blushed.

She grinned. "Not caring about what people think."

With that, she closed the distance between the two and kissed the boy. She gulped at first, the boy tensed under her lips. Had she done the right thing? To get rid of her doubt, Alexander placed his hand on her cheek and deepened the kiss.

He pulled away softly and laughed nervously. "Was I good at that?"

Maryanne was still in awe. Her body was tingling.

"You were excellent." She blushed.

"Ew, you two are such clichés." Sarah gagged.

The duo turned to see Sarah and Jake watching them. Both of the teens had their arms crossed glaring at Maryanne and Alexander. Alexander blushed.

"Did you see us?" He asked.

"I wasn't sure what I saw, it looked like a rat being devoured by a walrus. I'll let you fill in the blanks on who's the rat and who's the walrus." Sarah said.

Maryanne crossed her arms and frowned. "Why do you constantly insult people?"

"Well our class needs a bitch, I'm just here to offer my services," Sarah smirked.

"Why aren't you guys in your room?" Alexander asked.

"Satan kicked us out. Otherwise known as Mrs. Crown." Jake said.

"That woman is horrifying," Maryanne said.

"More like aggravating." Sarah scoffed.

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "What exactly does she want?"

"I don't know yet, but I'm determined to take that bitch down." Sarah grinned.


Hunter

A loud knock pulled Hunter from his thoughts. He frowned and got up and opened his door. He was surprised to see Victoria tapping her foot.

"What are you doing here?" Hunter smirked.

Victoria looked down at her feet like she didn't know what to say. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." Hunter shrugged.

He opened the door wider so Victoria could step in. He smirked. "What did I do to deserve this little visit. It's almost curfew time, I didn't think you were a rebel."

"Where's Alexander?" Victoria asked she seemed desperate to change the subject.

"My music was too loud, so he went to the common room to study. He's probably going to be there till curfew." Hunter shrugged.

Victoria took a step closer to the boy. She looked up at him slowly, her brown eyes meeting his silver ones.

"So what you're saying is, that we're alone?" Victoria asked.

Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Why?"

She didn't answer him. Instead, she grabbed him by his cheeks and pulled his face towards her. He was surprised, the Victoria he knew didn't impulsively kiss people. However, he wasn't mad. Her lips were so soft, it was like making out with a cloud.

She pulled away and grinned.

"You're a good kisser." She laughed.

"Yeah, I know." Hunter chuckled.

He raised an eyebrow. Something was off. Victoria wasn't like this.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asked.

Victoria rolled her eyes and lightly pushed Hunter on the bed.

"You talk too much." She said.

With that, she silenced him with another kiss. Hunter melted under her lips. God, she's so hot, he thought to himself.

She pulled away and smirked. "Do you have condoms?"

Hunter coughed in shock. Was she serious? There was no way she was suggesting that. Victoria was the most uptight person he'd have ever met.

"Are you high or something?" Hunter asked.

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Come on, it's not like you're a virgin. Besides, I know you want me. Just relax."

Hunter frowned. A part of him would be thrilled to sleep with Victoria. He had been into her since they were twelve. Yet this whole situation felt wrong. Like she wasn't really herself.

"Victoria, I don't want to do this, and I don't think you do either," Hunter said.

Her face fell. She looked away from him, refusing for their eyes to meet.

"So I guess I'm not good enough for you either. Good to know." Victoria said.

Hunter shook his head. "It's nothing like that Victoria. I really care about you, that's why I'm not going to sleep with you."

"Enough with the games Hunter! I'm done with this! I'm done with you!" Victoria snapped.

"Why are you acting so weird? Why don't you just talk to me?" He frowned.

"Why would I talk to you, Hunter? We're not friends. You're just a dude I keep around because you're mildly attractive and know how to tell a joke. You mean nothing to me whatsoever." She hissed.

With that, she marched out of Hunter's room. The boy sighed and collapsed on to his bed. She couldn't be serious right? You mean nothing to me. The words cut into his heart like a dagger.


Sara Zambiea

"So how's Khaled?" Mo asked Sara as they walked through the halls.

It was almost eleven, which meant boys and girls had to be to there respective dorms.

"He's good, he misses Kansas. He really moved just so I can teach here." Sara sighed.

She often felt guilty that her husband had to leave his family and life so she could pursue her dream.

"What about you? Any lady going to be Mrs. Coach Kirby." Sara laughed.

He blushed. "God, so many kids call me Coach Kirby, sometimes I forgot that's not my real name."

He sighed. "But to answer your question, no."

"There's no woman that's caught your eye? I'm sure if they found out you were Morning Star's golden boy, they would take you in a second." Sara laughed.

"Finding women isn't the problem…it's just there isn't a spark." He said.

She sighed. "I understand. Does this have anything to do with…Janelle?"

Forced laughter escaped his throat. "Don't be ridiculous Sara, I haven't spoken to Janelle in years. She iced me out before graduation."

"Young love is truly something special. It's normal to still carry scars from it, but don't let it affect your life forever." She assured.

"You're right." He said.

"Well isn't this unexpected." A voice called.

The two teachers turned to see Janelle Crown watching them.

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear." Sara gulped.

"Sara, you look well." She said.

Sara nodded. "Thank you, you look good as well."

"Well, all that hero work is good for my body," Janelle said coyly.

Sara and Janelle were friends (ish) in school. When Sara did her exchange program with Morning Star academy, she was excited to learn more about a different school than the one she attended in New York. There she met Janelle, who at the time was the Queen Bee of Morning Star Academy. She ruled the school with an iron fist. Captain of the cheerleading team, 4.0 GPA, and always ranked number one, Sara used to admire the girl.

Now that they were adults, Sara didn't look at her like she was a goddess anymore. Now she knew what was in the heart of Janelle Crown. And she didn't like it.

Sara's eyes turned to Mo. The two had a thing in high school. The cheerleader and the quarterback, typical high school story. However, she always thought their love would survive after high school.

"Mo." She said coolly.

"Janelle." He stammered.

He looked the woman up and down. "You look amazing."

"Thank you." She said tensely.

Sara looked in between Janelle and Mo. Was she interrupting something? She felt like she was intruding on their reunion.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"Visiting my daughter." She said.

Sara crossed her arms. "About time, Victoria heard from you. She hasn't gotten a letter from her family since the year started."

"Sara, why don't you stick to teaching while I handle the interests of my daughter?"

Mo frowned. "That doesn't make sense. How can you have a daughter that goes here? You're still…young."

"Jesus Mo, I know you aren't good at math, but the pieces together. Not that it's any of your business, but I was very young when I had Victoria." She hissed.

Sara frowned. Suddenly she was remembering why she didn't talk to many of her old friends.

"It's getting late Janelle. Why don't you go back to your mansion." Sara growled.

Janelle raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I'm leaving. Have a good night you two."

With that she walked off, leaving the teachers alone.

"I almost hate her as much as Amanda." Sara sighed.

Mo turned to face Sara. "Did you know?"

"About Victoria? Yeah, I knew she was her daughter, she's in my class." She said.

Mo shook his head. "It can't be. That's not possible."

"Mo you're freaking me out a little, what's wrong?" Sara asked.

Mo took a deep breath and looked up at Sara. "I think I might be Victoria's father."


Orion

"One more beer please," Orion asked the bartender.

The man had been drinking all night. The bartender looked at him with a wary eye. "Bud you've been here since six."

"So?" Orion barked.

"It's two AM." The bartender answered.

Orion sighed and smashed his fist on the table. "Can you just get me a fucking beer? That's what your job is!"

The bartender sighed and walked away, leaving the man alone. Orion sighed and looked down at his feet. If only his family could see him now.

"Geez Orion, go easy on the young lad." A voice said.

Orion turned to see the man he wanted to see the least.

"Jesus, Mr. Gold, I thought I told you to fuck off." Orion hissed.

The man laughed. "I'm your boss silly, I come and go as I please. And right now, I think you're going to want to listen to me."

Orion sighed and turned to face Mr. Gold. The man was fifty, although he appeared younger with his tan skin and dark brown hair. His charisma kept him young.

"Is this about Cyrus? Tell him I don't want to join his little army of supervillains, or whatever the hell he calls it." He said.

Mr. Gold chuckled. "This isn't about Cyrus, someone else has requested your services."

Orion raised an eyebrow. He was intrigued by the offer. "Who?"

"I'm not at liberty to say. Confidentiality agreement and all that other nonsense. However, they did pay more than the requested price. They must really want you to kill these targets." Mr. Gold said.

"Targets? Plural?" Orion asked.

"Just five. They attend the Morning Star Academy. Their names are Alexander Dayton, Maryanne Isla, Aurelie Duax, Jarret Han, and Hunter Sato." Mr. Gold said.

He looked up at the man with a smirk. "So are you in?"

Orion sighed. He needed the money. "Yeah. I'll kill these stupid kids."

"Good. Have fun at the Morning Star Academy." Mr. Gold grinned.


Ms. Morningstar's Files

Name: Kevin Odeymi

Quirk: Vampirism

Parents/Legal Guardians: Tomi Odeymi (mother/deceased) and Kwame Odeymi (father/deceased). Vanessa Odeymi (sister/legal guardian)

Medical Conditions: N/A

Notes: Kevin has top hero potential, however, he's too scared of his quirk to learn how to use it. Theories on his quirk being sentient, since his vampire state seems to have its own personality. Kevin is a people pleaser, which masks the shame of the people he's hurt with his quirk. He will make a great asset on the battlefield once he gives in to his urges. Great candidate for the advanced course.

Danger Level: Red


Well the people have asked, and I am happy to oblige, I will start putting the other files at the bottom of each chapter or either at the end of every other chapter. Also, there will eventually be a flashback chapter to see Mrs. Zambiea and the others when they were young.

New Characters of the Chapter

· Orion- ToxicDiamond

· Mr. Gold- 61394