Recognizing

Allen found World History, and picked out a girl who he reconized from his previous class, but something about the way she looked told him she didn't want to talk to anyone, so he looked around more for an empty spot before taking it.

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Alex pursed his lips at his schedule then at his printed out school map, "Where even am I?" He asked himself, "Tell you what, I could design a better layout than this in my sleep!."

 

Alex blinked and shook his head as Victoria snapped him out of his thought process, "Wha-huh? Oh. Yea. I'm alright, just trying to figure out how on earth I'm supposed to get to room 203 for "World History"." He replied, "Why?"

 

Hearing their conversation he stopped, "you guys too, weren't we all in the last class together?"

 

"Oh." Alex said simply before facepalming himself mentally, he should have known better. "Well uhm...I guess we should get to class then." He said, feeling really dumb

 

Asada was pretty peeved at that guy from earlier. She would've apologized under normal circumstances, but the audacity of the other party was so overwhelming that he didn't deserve an apology. She took a look at the lesson plan on her desk. First up was a unit on Early Humans and their culture. "Anthropology! Yes, I'm great at this!" Asada thought to herself.

The rest of the class finally filled in the gym. The coach started calling role. After that was done, he just prattled on about expectations, behaviour, etc. Will looked around the gym. He saw some fellow sportsmen and victims alike. This would be a good year.

 

Rhys eventually found himself a new locker and placed his bag directly into it to take some stress away. Not long later, he took whatever books that he needed for his first lesson and directly got to find his first lesson. English.

 

Dustin finally made it to the class, and when he got there he took his seat in the far back. No one else sat next to him so he didn't mind it at all, he actually enjoyed it!

 

It was sudden that the ghostly boy seemed to appear out of nowhere, sitting right behind Dustin. His pale skin and Victorian-era style of fashion was enough for anybody who met him to think him a ghost, but the boy's piercing stare and tendency to seem to appear out of thin air when people weren't looking was intimidating enough. He wore a black vest, patterned with leaved vines made from an inkier material, and had a white dress shirt with an upturned collar, a black bow-tie fastened around his neck, black trousers, and black and white leather spectator spat boots. A silver chain lined his waste, indicating that he had a pocket watch on him, and his sleek, dark brown hair and clean-shaven face made him look ever more like someone from a very different time. But there was something more about him, something more unusual than his appearance. Close to him, the air was more cold, and the room more darker. Yet his piercing eyes seemed to look through Dustin's body, seemingly gazing right at his soul......

 

Dustin felt a chill in the room. Turning around, he saw some pale skinned kid and then he turned back around, leaning in his chair. He sighed as his back popped, "Take a picture maybe it will last longer." Dustin said gesturing towards the kid staring at him, this was his way of saying, 'Leave me be.'

 

The thin boy tilted his head, then, in a smooth, eerie voice, suitable to his appearance, with a faint hint of an accent, he whispered back. "Don't play coy with me.... Dustin. I know who you are, and I know what you are....."`

 

Dustin raised his eyebrow, "Ok genus, what am I to you?" He couldn't help but ask, to him this kid was either mental or weird.

 

Rhys eventually made it to his new class and without anybody noticing him, took his seat near the back of the class. He didn't really wish for anyone to go near the front and the middle felt uncomfortable, so he just normally took his seat right near the back where he allowed himself to relax into his thoughts followed by his work.

 

He glared for a moment as the other teen came in. What a delicious coincidence... another one. He licked his lips for a quick second before returning to the other student. "Same thing as that one who walked in and is sitting in the back, the same thing as me. You can do things people aren't supposed to be able to do, aren't you? Powers. Like one of those superheroes you read about on the roof as you watch the sun rise....."

 

Asada was sketching something on her notepad while waiting for the class to start. 'Snap!' Her pencil broke. She looked around for a sharpener. It was at the back of the room. She got up from her seat in the front and walked to the back of the classroom. She put her pencil in, put her fingers on the knob, and rotated the handle, occasionally checking to see if the pencil was back to sufficient sharpness. She turned and saw the pale boy. A shiver got sent down her spine. She looked away quickly, as if trying to say, "I wasn't here, move along." Several Sparks crackled near her fingers, just barely audible. That was a weird thing that happened to her since the attempted robbery. Whenever something frightened her, those sparks would surge along her body. It's was almost as if they correesponded to her emotions. However, brushed it off. "Something about him frightens me..." She had a flashback to that day six years ago. She tried to supress the memory, but she couldn't. He reminded her of the man she killed that day. Her hands were shaky, and her already pale face whitened up, making her look like a ghost. She remembered her breathing exercises the psychiatrist gave her. "He's not that man, he's dead, he's not that man, he's dead...." She droned on to herself. Asada finally calmed down.

 

The thin boy's piercing eyes unblinkingly moved toward the girl, an eerily antagonistic smirk crossing his thin lips, as if saying... "Do you fear me, little girl?" He did not take his gaze away, however, and as soon as she blinked, he was right there, in the desk beside her. Even more eerily, no one else in the class seemed to notice, even the teacher. Nobody noticed... except for the people who weren't exactly normal.....

 

Dustin felt his head pulse, a migraine began to stir in his head. He swiftly rushed out of class as his nose began to bleed. As he exited he made his way to the nearest bathroom, and when he got there he was probably lucky no one else was there. He went to the sink, turning on the faucet, he collected the water in his hand and splashed his face. The migraine was getting worse and worse, and with the help of the water the blood was washed away. Dustin grabbed a paper towel and tore and piece off, stuffing it in his nose.
Dustin looked at himself in the mirror, getting closer and closer to it. He concentrated on his left eye which had turned from its original green to a glowing bluish turquoise. He stared at it until his pupil went pure black and the glass from the mirror shattered. Dustin backed away in shock and surprise, not knowing what in god names had happened.
Dustin walked slowly towards the broken mirror, and once he got there, he traced his finger on the broken glass, "What the..."
Dustin then went back to the classroom, rushing out of the bathroom.

 

Steve stood walking over to the thin boy and placing a hand on his shoulder, "I think you should go back to your seat." putting a small amount of pressure on his shoulder.