Chapter Two
He stood on the sidewalk. The wind was fiercely blowing around him, but not on him. His black hat was still, his long, black cape wasn't even flowing in the wind. He looked up again, and read the sign.
"Sheffield Institute," he said, "It sounds so dumb I might actually like it here." He chuckled to himself. "The winds are picking up," he continued, "A storm is coming."He checked his watch. "5:00," he whispered to himself, "In two hours the school will be full of people."
He shuddered. He never was good with people. He couldn't even hold up a decent conversation with someone."I'm a genius!" he shouted.
"I have an I.Q. of 4000! I can move the world with a single thought! And yet I, the great and powerful Dark Flyer, am afraid of beings that are insects compared to me!"
"You're not all that great, Dark."
The voice came from behind him. He knew it well. It belonged to a girl that he saved, a girl he trained, a girl that didn't know when to shut up. "The girl" was called East Side.
"And you are afraid to show your 'power' in public!"
"What do you want, East?" Dark moaned. He turned around to see her standing directly behind him wearing a long, white dress with a small, red, hooded cape. Dark hated East's personality, but he had to admit, she was very fashion savvy. The sight of the dress made Dark half-smile.
"Flash is looking for you," she answered, twirling around so her dress would twist back and forth in the wind. "Should I tell her you're not coming to breakfast?"
"Tell her I'm busy," Dark said, "I'll get something later."
"So, you thinking 'bout stayin' here?" she inquired.
"In Heatherfield?" he asked.
"No! On the sidewalk!"
"Well, I'll go get changed and come back." He started down the sidewalk, "But I do like it here" he said. He stopped, turned around, and said, "Yes. This is my new home. I'll make this one work. This time it'll be different. I can feel it."
"No," East said, "What you're feeling is that cold wind. Come on! Let's go home."