Luke POV
I'm not sure what I expected to go through here at the Academy, but sitting through a lecture about whether or not it's okay to drink your own piss in a survival situation was definitely not on the list.
My first class of the day is Survive 101. Professor Carey, a retired "survival expert", leads us through different scenarios in which we might end up in if we were to be stranded or hurt.
As interesting as the subject might sound, Professor Carey somehow found a way to put half the class asleep with his teaching. The way his monotone voice drones across the classroom has me wishing I were back in Algebra.
"Hey Luke," Kyle whispers to me, "you alright? You aren't looking too hot."
I nod. Ever since breakfast I've been getting this sick pain to my stomach, but I figure it's just butterflies for my first day at the Academy.
"Probably just something I had for breakfast," I mutter back.
Kyle shakes his head and leans back in his chair to nap.
The morning crawls by, but eventually we break for lunch. As I trudge to the Banquet Hall I feel like I'm going to pass out.
"Luke, seriously dude. You look like shit," Kyle says.
"I'll be fine," I respond even though something tells me I probably won't.
I spot Alexis walk out from the Lecture Halls and stop in my tracks. I feel awful about what happened to her and I want to make it up to her, I just don't know how. We haven't talked since capture the flag, so I decide to start there. I jog over to Alexis even though my body screams in agony.
"Alexis, look I'm sorry about the whole capture the fla-" I start, but Alexis cuts me off.
"Luke it's okay. Seriously I'm fine, just disappointed is all. I let my guard down and trusted in Kyle and gave you a chance, but that's my problem right there I guess."
I feel my cheeks burn and imagine how stupid I must look.
"I've got somewhere I need to be right now," Alexis sighs, "I know it's your first couple of days and all, but try to learn something more useful than shouting at the enemy today."
With that heartfelt advice, Alexis struts off.
"Warned you," Kyle smiles. "Alexis is one tough cookie."
"I just thought… I don't know, maybe she was into me or something. I'm stupid."
"Some good ole' Academy lunch ought to make you feel good as new."
Kyle and I are one of the last ones to walk in for lunch and as we walk to get our food, everyone is staring. We join Rachel and Daniel at our table in the corner. I reach to pick up my fork and jump up from out of my seat when I see my hand.
"What the hell?!" I scream.
Along with the growing pain in my stomach, my hands decided to join in on the freak show. The veins in my hands are glowing cobalt blue.
"That's definitely not normal," I hear Daniel mutter.
"Luke, we need to get you to Professor Nine now!" Rachel stands up.
"No!" I say probably a bit more forcefully than needed. "I'll be fine. It's just blue, I'm sure it probably has something to do with my telekinesis developing or something."
Truth be told, I'm not ready to have another encounter with Professor Nine just yet. Last time we talked, it meant something bad was starting and I don't think I'm prepared for more bad news.
"You sure dude?" Kyle asks sceptically.
"Yeah," I lie, "It's nothing."
Lunch ends and we head over to the outdoor gymnasium next to the Lecture Halls to start our training exercises. Normally Professor Nine would lead the training, but since he's checking in with Four, Nigel was assigned to lead today.
"Listen up slags," Nigel shouts as he hovers back and forth like some sort of general. "Professor Nine himself left me the horrid duty of training you sorry lot. We'll start with running the trail in the forest until further notice."
Everyone groans and jogs over towards the forest. As I start to join them Nigel stops me.
"Not you Luke," Nigel smirks, "You're my personal assistant for the day. Those blue hands of yours will actually serve a purpose for once."
I clench my hands wanting to clobber his face in, but as I do the pain in my stomach shoots strait to my hands and I cry out collapsing to the ground. Instead of helping, Nigel bursts out laughing like this is all some sick joke.
"You can start by getting me some frozen yogurt," he says still trying to control his laughter.
I sulk off towards the dorms, not because I'm Nigel's 'personal assistant', but because I'm too weak to argue.
When I walk into the lounge of the dorms, something definitely isn't right. All the electricity in the building seems to have been shut off. Usually, the place is sensory overload with all the lights and sounds from the various electronics, but right now it's eerily quiet.
I test a light switch just to make sure someone hadn't just decided to turn everything off for some odd reason. Just as I thought, nothing happened. Thankfully, my freakish hands actually help in this situation and light up the room with a soft blue glow.
A loud thud sounds above me and I practically jump out of my skin. Something heavy must have been dropped and I need to check it out. As I head up the stairs to the second floor, I hear the sounds of someone rustling through drawers and cabinets. The closer I get to the sounds, the brighter my hands glow and the more painful it gets.
I step into the hall of the second floor and tip toe towards an open door at the end of the hall. Someone who definitely isn't supposed to be here is in that room. I peer inside the door and see tall pale man at least seven feet tall trashing the room obviously looking for something.
I readjust to get a better look and my foot crunches on some broken glass. The man instantly stops and reaches for a walkie talkie. He grunts in some language I've never heard before into the device. The bright blue light my hands were emitting seconds ago have shut off, but the pain has filled my whole body now.
The man turns to face me and smiles maliciously. I instantly recognize that smile from the hours of footage I watched on my TV from the news. He's a Mogadorian.
After the invasion the news reported that all remaining Mogs were thrown in some sort of prison in the middle of no where Alaska. I guess they missed one.
The Mog charges towards me, but I dodge his first swing. The second time around I'm not so lucky. He connects his elbow to my chest and I fly straight onto my ass. Determined not to be embarrassed again, I scramble to my feet and point my palms at the Mogadorian willing my telekinesis to show itself.
As the Mog bounds right for me I focus on Alexis, her smile, her hair. I will myself not to fail. The pain in my body is unbearable, but I push through it.
Right as the Mog dives to tackle me, my hands feel like they've split open. The bright cobalt light emitting from my hands is flashes and a beam of energy the same color erupts from the palms of my hands. The Mog is shredded instantly turning into dust.
My victory is quickly over as I realize I can't control the energy. The blue energy continues to force itself out of my hands destroying parts of the dormitory like it were made of wet paper.
I focus on the energy just like I did before in hopes that it would listen and shut off. Slowly, the beams of energy slow and come to a stop and I collapse to the floor with exhaustion.
Even though it feels like my hands have fallen off, a smile spreads across my face. It's finally happened. No more waiting. No more being dead weight in a fight. I have my first legacy.
Thanks for reading! I hope you like this chapter because I couldn't wait to write about Luke's first legacy. New chapters will be released every Thursday so be sure to check back in then and leave a review!
