Chapter 2: Trying to wake up

13th March 2055

It was 07:30 am, and the sound of a frustrated scream could be heard coming from the mechanic shop, on the edge of a town called Oildale.

"Ugggh…I don't even know why I still bother going to school…"

Alexandra muttered to herself, combing her matted brown hair, and falling over as she tried changing into her school uniform. "

Besides, it's not as if anyone would care if I went or not." She soon rushed outside of the empty house, throwing her heavy bag over her shoulder, not even caring if she left the front door wide open. After 5 minutes of running, she eventually reached the school house. "I'm sooo late!" she groaned. And just when she reached the school doors, she saw someone blocking the entrance. "Hey, move it! I'm already late enough as it is!" she shouted at the person, who now seemed to be walking inside, closing the doors behind him while grinning at her horrified face. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shouted again, grabbing one of the doorknobs. But it didn't budge. "That bastard…it must have been him again…"

she cursed under her breath. But before all hope was lost, she looked around and noticed that one of the trees in the school garden was right next to her classroom. "Hmmm…oh well, I might as well try..." she thought, formulating a plan in her mind.

3 minutes later…

All the school windows were now open, due to the number of pupils who stared in wonder as the 16 year-old climbed the pine tree with such ease.

She was wearing a pair of metal gloves with small spikes on them, helping her to keep a grip on the bark. And before long, she reached the window where her own class was. "People, make way!" she warned them, as she prepared to jump. They moved out of the way, and she landed gracefully on the inside of the classroom.

"Phew…glad that's over." She said, putting her gloves away. But before she knew it, a tall figure was standing over her head, staring down at her. "Miss James, I'd like to congratulate you..." The figure said. "For climbing the tallest tree in the school garden?" Alexandra asked hopefully, but knew exactly what was coming…

"No. For being 2 minutes late, AGAIN!" the headmistress shouted. "DETENTION!" she then handed a paper slip to the girl, who began protesting,

"Hey, wait a minute! I would have never been late if it weren't for him!" she said, angrily pointing at one of the boys in class.

"No excuses Miss James. I will not have you blame someone as well-behaved as Edward, for your laziness at being early for school. And that's final." And with that, the headmistress left. The boy that she had called Edward only grinned as he watched Alexandra sit down with a huff. He was a tall boy with black hair, and brown eyes. He stared at her for a while before he decided to try his luck at antagonizing her even more. He walked across the class and took a chair while sitting in front of her.

"How's it going idiot? You seem pretty stressed…" he said, carrying on, "maybe if you tried putting a paper bag over your head, you'd start feeling happier about yourself. I can imagine how painful it must be looking at that face in the mirror everyday." He then waited for her reaction with an evil grin. She slowly turned to face him, and he could already see the angry fire dancing in her eyes. "It wouldn't compare to the pain that you're about to feel, you jerk!" she retorted, slamming her history book hard on his head.

That afternoon…

It was already 12:30, and Alexandra was still sitting in detention. "Bah! That jerk deserved it!" she thought, thinking back to when she gave him that bruise on his head. He was quite pissed off, and was ready to wring her neck before the teacher dragged Alexandra out of the classroom.

And so, here she was, in detention…again. All she wanted to do was go home and work on the new machines she was busy with. She was a young mechanic, and a very talented one. It had already been 6 years since her parents left for London, and a year after they left, her grandmother received a phone call informing them that Alexandra's parents had been found brutally murdered, in their own lab. And the killer child that they were meant to be conducting research on, had mysteriously disappeared.

After she heard this, Alexandra did nothing but mourn the death of her parents for 2 years, and was left alone to care for herself, since her grandmother had died of old age soon afterwards. When she turned 14, she had decided to take control of her life and become a skilled mechanic. She had no other relatives to look after her, so she took care of herself. She got over the deaths of her family, and tried her best to build a future for herself. She was a rather tall girl, with dark brown hair, and strange lavender coloured eyes.

She was often praised by people in town for her skills at fixing and inventing machines. But in school, she was treated like dirt. She didn't have many friends…only one, but that friendship didn't last long. She was always teased in class, and she didn't even know why. Not that she cared about what everyone thought of her though.

Alexandra was a very proud person, never once taking notice at the comments that were thrown at her each day, unless the antagonizer was Edward, who somehow always managed to get her to show her more dangerous side. But whenever she wasn't in school, she spent most of her time in either the park or at the mechanic shop. She had even started coming up with plans to start creating deadly weapons, in case the military ever decided to attack, seeing as their troops were spreading across the country.

But right now, Alexandra could care less about her stressful life, seeing as it was 13:45, and she still had an hour left of detention. She then yawned as the hands on the school clock moved at a slow pace. "Geez…I can't believe that I'm the ONLY person in class, who has a record of going to detention very week. But it's only because Edward always interferes. I mean, come on! What the hell is his problem? Ever since last year, all he's been doing is provoke and humiliate me." She muttered to herself, slowly closing her eyes.

Meanwhile, several miles to the north…

"And where do you think you're going, kid?" asked one of the soldiers, as they encircled a 17-year-old in a dark alley. "You know there's a pretty big bounty on your head, and since there's nowhere else to go, why don't you just surrender yourself before we decide to kill you?" said one of the others. They were all wearing black and blue uniforms, which meant they were part of the British Military at the time.

The 17-year-old who was standing in the middle of the circle simply smirked in amusement as they attempted to provoke him. The boy simply looked up at them, putting his hands in his pockets as he said, "Well, I suppose that's all that you 'Dogs of the Military' do nowadays, eh? You blindly shoot and kill everything you come across. I can see why the military picks a bunch of idiots to do the work for them. You guys are just so easy to fool." The boy said, his eyes slowly glowing bright red.

He then gave them a toothy grin, watching all their guns being pointed at him. "Watch your tongue, kid! Being a wise-ass won't get you anywhere!" said one of the soldiers angrily. The boy didn't say anything, he just waited.

Just as the soldiers got ready to aim and fire, the boy chuckled and said, "I guess I could have some fun with you guys for a while...I've been pretty bored lately." "Ready…aim…FIRE!" shouted one of the officers. They immediately shot at the figure, bullets and smoke flying everywhere. And they didn't stop until they heard a scream. "Hold fire!" the officer ordered. They stopped and looked down to see that the boy had completely vanished. And instead of seeing his dead body, they saw three of their own men lying dead on the ground with hundreds of shot wounds in their bodies.

"What the hell? Where'd he go?" shouted one of the soldiers. But before they had time to react, they looked up and saw the boy in the air, leaping over them like an animal. He landed on his feet, while looking bored. "Hmmph…child's play!" the boy said, wiping the blood off of his hands. The troop then started charging towards him, but he simply ran and barged through crowds of people on the streets. The soldiers tried keeping up with him as he leapt past the people, jumping over cars and climbing over sharp fences. "Dammit…" he thought, as he looked up to see a helicopter flying right above him. Along with the soldiers who didn't seem to be giving up in pursuing him.

They chased him until he went into a tall glass building. The people inside shrieked as the tall boy barged through the doors, running past all of them, along with a troop of soldiers trailing behind. "Stop that boy! Don't let him get away!" the troop shouted, but everyone was too scared to step in and help. The people just watched as he just ran up the flights of stairs, not stopping for a breath.

He eventually came to an empty corridor. And the only thing he saw was a large glass window at the end of it. He tried to run back down the stairs, but the soldiers were already blocking his way. He growled at himself for being so careless. One of them then took out a small time bomb, and threw it right in front of the boy, who just watched the strange clock automatically cling itself to the ground that he was standing on. "Heh, you're trapped, kid. Any last words before you die?"

The boy only smirked and replied saying, "Well, firstly, there's a big flaw in your plan." "Is that so? And what would that flaw be?" the soldier asked. T

he boy's ears picked up the sound of the ticking coming from the bomb, and he turned away, simply saying, "Me." He then ran forwards, hearing the sound of bullets flying past him as he leapt through the window, along with the explosion that had been set off, most likely killing everyone inside the building. He fell through the air with large cuts on his body, but he wasn't phased at all, and luckily, landed down on a truck, although leaving a large dent on it.

"I've got to stop getting myself into these things before I really get killed…but oh well, it was still fun while it lasted." He sighed and noticed that it was beginning to rain hard, so he then slowly got up and got ready to jump off of the truck. But before he could, it started driving off in the opposite direction that he wanted to go.

"Hey! Where the hell are you taking me?" he shouted in frustration as he fell backwards, grabbing onto the vehicle with his claws before he slided off. He then decided to try clawing through the roof of the truck, leaving a large, ripped up hole on it. He then hopped inside, making sure that the driver didn't see him. His clothes were drenched, so he shook himself like a dog. He then looked around and thought eagerly, "Well, well…what do we have here?" He grinned at the sight before him.