Mark walked into Ms. Sullivan's room, with Cry right behind him. It was their daily routine now. If one of them got there earlier than the other, they would wait for them. Mark would always go first and Cry scooted right behind him until they arrived at their seats. Cry tended to be extremely shy during class and today was no exception. As they sat at their seats, Saph walked into the room. Yami looked back at Mark with a smirk and Cry playfully nudged him with his elbow. Mark quickly turned to them and mouthed 'shut up' as Saph sat next to him. He noticed that she brought the same book she did last class.

"Hey Saph, what's that book you always bring about?" Mark questioned.

"It's about morphs and their powers." Saph explained as she opened the old book. It was still marked at the same page as last time.

"Ok students, settle down. Today we will be learning about different levels of your powers." Ms. Sullivan clapped her hands as she walked to the front of the room.

"Now a common misconception about your gift is when you get it, you receive the entire package. The truth is when you first receive your gift; you will have the lowest level, or type, of ability. For instance, when fire elementals first get their gift, they can heat up certain parts of their bodies to very high temperatures. But as they progress, learn, and practice their abilities they can learn to shoot fireballs or create things like the flame tiger during the demonstration. Once you discover your power, you will work to enhance it and discover new abilities." Ms. Sullivan lectured about different levels of powers for the rest of class.

Every day would go like this: class, then lunch (In which Cry and Yami invited Saph to sit next to Mark at their table to mess with him), then all of them would hang out (usually play video games in one of their rooms), then detention with Saph. Mark loved detention because it was the only time he could get alone with her, without Cry and Yami snickering in the background. He got to learn a lot more about Saph. For instance, she loves the horror genre, just like he does, and writes short horror stories in her spare time! Her favorite video games are all of the Spyro the Dragon games, for nostalgic reasons. But she always seemed a little reserved, except when talking in detention.

"Hey Saph, you don't talk a lot to the other Youtubers." Mark said.

"Yeah, it's just that I'm used to being by myself a lot. Being the only one of my kind doesn't really help with my social awkwardness. Since my gift is considered the most powerful, people don't really want to talk to me. They're either afraid of me or jealous of my power. That's what happened with Rex, one day he took my book and threw it on top of the roof. After I got it back, I snuck into his room and trashed all of his stuff." Saph snickered after telling the last part. How could people just ignore her just because of her power? She's really an awesome person, but everyone else is blinded by their fear and ignorance to care! Mark angrily thought.

"So, what was it like getting your power?" Mark desperately wanted to change the subject.

"Well…morphs tend to acquire their gift when they are young. I got mine when I was 12." Mark stared at her in astonishment. Holly crap! She's had her power for like 10 years!

"How did your parents react to it?" Mark asked with curiosity. He saw pain flash in her green eyes and she turned to face him (still on their backs from cleaning up gum).

"Mark…if I tell you what happened, do you promise to keep it a secret?"

"Yes of course! I won't tell another soul!"

"Cross your heart!" Saph shouted, pointing to Marks chest.

"Cross my heart and hope to die." Mark crossed an X over his heart.

"Ok, so…I lived in a village a while from here. The people there are very superstitious and paranoid, more on that later. My parents weren't the most supportive people in the world. They never really wanted children; I was a mistake of course. They raised me anyways, but I could tell that they never really loved me. When I first received my power, I tried to keep it a secret. But when you first get your power, it is very hard to control and they eventually found out. They told everyone in the village that I was a witch and they chased me away. My parents were probably relieved to get rid of me." Saph could see Mark's face expressing a variety of emotions. Horror, disgust, and sympathy were a few of them.

"I ran far away from that place, and I survived by running from town to town. I stole enough food and cloths so that I could live, and I learned to fight by fighting with other thieves in the towns. Eventually, the people in a village would learn of my gift and run me out of town. Then I would start all over again in another village. This jumping from place to place went on for about a year."

"But then I came to this one village. I was trying to take some woman's bread from her bag of groceries. I followed her to an ally way where she turned and told me that she knew that I was following her. This startled me so I accidentally turned into a mouse, and I started scampering away because I expected an angry mob to appear behind me at any moment. But instead, the woman shouted stop and she picked me up with wonder. She gasped and told me that I was what was called a morph. I turned back to my regular self as she taught me about what would later be called the S7 gene. Then she told me her dream of opening a school where people can go to learn and master their powers without the disapproval of the outside world. I told her what happened to me and she asked me to be her assistant, and I accepted. We worked on the construction of the school far from society's judging eyes. I researched and discovered new things about the powers and she worked on finding others like me. The school was finally opened about a year later and we began the search for students. We found them, lots of them. I was surprised that this many people had powers just like me. While other kids learned their powers and eventually left, I was left behind to learn new abilities of my gift, since it is the most difficult to master. And now, here I am!" Saph finally finished her story. Mark was staring out her, mouth hanging open in amazement.

"So that's why you're so close with Ms. Wattman!" Saph nodded.

"And, you survived rejection from your parents, and jumping from place to place for an entire year?!" Saph solemnly nodded again. Wow, she's tough! Mark thought. They continued to clean the desks and left after they were done. Mark kept his promise and never told Saph's secret to anyone.

Today was the day that Mark was dreading, the last day of detention. He never though that he would be sad to get out of detention, but he would miss the alone time with Saph. It was a very stormy day, dark clouds hung over the school and threatened rain. All of the Youtubers and Saph were hanging out in Felix's room, playing video games. The clock above the TV read 6:45.

"Hey Saph, we should probably head over to detention now." Mark paused the game.

"Yeah, ok." Saph put down the controller.

"Hey Mark, before you go I want to talk to you." Cry ushered Mark away from everyone else as they continued to play.

"Bro, today is your last day with Saph in detention. Make it count!" Cry whispered.

"Even if I tried to make a move, Ms. Sullivan is there!" Mark complained.

"Excuses, excuses. Just find a way ok! You can't go on like this!" Cry chimed.

"Hey, are you guys done over there? We have to go now or we'll be late!" Saph called over to the two guys. Mark looked over at Cry one last time and followed Saph out the door. When they walked to detention, Saph seemed more nervous than usual. She wasn't talking and she seemed a bit jumpy. I wonder what's got into her. When Mark and Saph walked into the room, Ms. Sullivan wasn't typing away on her computer like usual. Instead, she was waiting for them to arrive at her desk.

"I would like for both of you to clean the closet. Throw away all the trash and dust everything off. I have to go talk to Ms. Wattman. If I'm not back in an hour you can leave by yourselves." Ms. Sullivan explained as she walked out the door.

"Ok, we should get started then." Saph shrugged and walked into the small closet. The small room was only about 5 feet wide and 4 feet deep. The shelves were stacked to the ceiling with supplies and books. Saph had started to throw away stray papers strewn around the shelves when Mark began to hear the pitter patter of rain outside. Mark walked into the closet and began to also clean up the shelves. Something was wrong; Saph wasn't talking or even trying to start up conversation like they usually do. Occasionally, they would bump into each other because of the close space and she would mutter 'sorry' but she seemed extremely on edge. Just when Mark was about to ask if she was ok, all the lights went out and they were plunged into pitch-blackness.

"Saph, are you ok?" Mark called out, but instead of a strong female voice responding to him, he heard a small whimper. At first, he couldn't identify what made the whimpering sound. But when he heard it again, he decided that it must have been Saph, even though it was completely unlike her to act like this.

"Saph, are you ok?" Mark asked her once again, hoping to get a decent answer this time.

"I-I'm f-fine." He heard her whimper softly. He could feel her back slightly against his side. Is she scared of the dark? Mark wondered. Then, a flash of blinding light shone through the window for an instant and a loud crash echoed it. Saph squealed and jumped backwards against Mark, who caught his foot on a book on the ground and fell over. He pulled himself up into a sitting position with his back on the wall. Then, he noticed that Saph was hanging tightly onto him with her face buried in his chest. He felt his face begin to grow hot and his heart beat fast. Cry's words echoed in his mind 'Make it count!'. I get it now; she must be afraid of thunder and lightning! That's why she was so nervous today; she was scared that a storm was coming! Another loud crash followed a flash of lightning, and Saph whimpered again while she clung more to Mark. Mark finally relaxed and wrapped his arms around Saph to comfort her. He rested his chin on the top of her head and stroked her hair as she took shallow, raspy breaths. His heart felt like it was about to explode from the feeling of holding her and he let out a sigh. Funny how on the outside she can be a total badass, but on the inside she can be so fragile. Now, Mark had finally built up the courage to do it. He reached down and cupped her soft cheek and pulled her up so that they were face-to-face. He felt her shaky breath on his lips and he leaned in. Just a moment later, he heard the door to the classroom open and he felt Saph pull off of him. Ms. Sullivan called to them through the pitch-blackness.

"Are you two ok? Come to me." She called out. Both Mark and Saph stood up and stumbled out the closet. They saw their teacher standing in the classroom doorway, levitating a couple candles in front of her. They walked towards her.

"You two should return to your dorms for the day, the weather is getting nasty." Ms. Sullivan suggested. Both of the students nodded, breathless from the previous scene. They walked in silence. Panicked thoughts filled Mark's mind. Was that too far? Will she ever talk to me again? Why the hell did I have to listen to Cry? They walked until they reached the center courtyard. As Mark was about to turn to go back to the boy's dormitories, Saph hugged him.

"Thanks" She whispered. Saph pulled away and hurryingly walked to the girl's dormitories. Mark looked back at her for a couple moments longer, then turned to walk back to his room. Thanks Cry.

Awwww…that's chapter 10! I hope you guys liked it! I would like to say thank you for 500 views! You guys are all awesome . I'm also working on starting a Mark x Cry fanfiction ideas are always welcomed. See you guys later! Bye!