WingedKiller

Merlin’s Sons

They call me an ordinary boy when I was a mere child, but as I grew up, I became no longer ordinary. I became what every man feared, I became a demon.

It all started before you were even born. It happened a couple centuries ago, when I was a boy. I was only eight and all I heard around me, was the screaming of the dying, the silence of the dead, and the people who weep for those that had died.

It wasn’t a good time, and to trust in your fear would have been to give into everything and anything that could take you away from this place and time.

I had two younger brothers, and two younger sisters. And it was mourning at the house, that had gotten my attention that day.

My youngest sister and brother had passed away. I can still see the look on my mother’s face as she cried for her children that would never come back from the ground.

It was indeed a sad sort of day, but I was still too young to understand what had happened. I remember walking up to my mother, and she grabbed me. She shook me hard, and made me swear that I would never be put into the ground like the rest of her children.

I nodded, while my face looked on beyond her, and a small tear leaked out of the corner of my eye, not because of the death of my brother and sister, but because my mother’s nails cut into my arms, and they left half moon shapes in their place.

Three days later my mother was sick, and she was coughing up red blood. My father told me not to look at her and to leave her be.

That was the biggest mistake I had ever made.

Ten days after my mother had gotten sick, she was dead. And that is my mistake. Not taking my mother’s words more seriously.

Because if I had taken her words more carefully, perhaps my soul would still be intact. Maybe I wouldn’t be the monster I am now.

The day of my mother’s funeral, was one in which there was a figure who stood in the back. I remember seeing him, because my father had walked to the back and he had asked the man what business he had with his dead wife.

I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but I was fearful. I was scared not only for my life, but the life of my family as well. That was when the figure who was wearing a heavy cloak turned around, and looked at me.

When he looked at me, I saw his red eyes glow for a second, before I gasped and turned around to face the funeral precession.

That day changed my life forever. Because not only would the demon man take away my life, he took away my soul.   

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Just a quick piece I wrote up. Not sure where I’m going with this, but I’m assuming that I can get a chapter or more out on Fictionpress. We shall see, seeing as how I get distracted so easily. Especially since watching Game of Thrones has made me want to write again. Damn you George R.R. Martin! Why do you have to inspire so much? 

Love is Just a Game

It was true that as much as Evan didn’t want to believe it, there was no way in hell he would ever be attached to a female. And that was saying a lot about him. Evan saw love in a way, as annoying, like a child who wanted to be coddled.

That was why when it happened, Evan didn’t want to believe it, but whatever, his mother had told him in the past could not be further from the truth. The truth about who he really was.

Evan was immortal.

And he had been that way since he was born. He knew it, his mother knew it, and fortunately his cousins knew it as well. It was just too bad, that his uncles, and aunts had long perished from the earth while he was just an infant, because honestly Evan didn’t mind having family. Especially since the only side of his family he ever saw was his mother’s side.

He was good looking as they got, and he was arrogant about it. His dark black hair would fall into his eyes every time he moved, and his silver eyes could haunt any female for as long as they lived. He was what the mortals of earth would call a perfect being. He was beautiful, and thanks to his mother he knew that he was amazing.

Evan’s cousin Henry poked his head through the doorway of his room, “Oi! Cousin! Are you going to be going out later tonight?” A quick pause from Henry as he continued on his rant, “I’m going to be bringing home a lady friend if you know what I mean.” Henry’s eyebrows went up and down, as he spoke the last eight words.

“Nah, I don’t think I will be Hen.” Evan replied, smirking at his cousin. He knew that his cousin was as promiscuous as they got. Every Friday, and Saturdays (some Thursdays) he would bring a new girl home, fuck her, and then she would leave. It was as simple to Henry as that.

Fucking immortals. Henry snorted at Evan. “Damn guy. Go out there, find some chick, fuck her, and then leave her.”

“I’m good. Besides Ariel wants to go check out this new bar on the upper east side. It’s suppose to be the shit. She said it was the opening night.”

Henry groaned. Their cousin Ariel was known as the good girl of their family. Not only was she so damn good, she never slept around, Henry was sure that she was still a virgin. And at the ripe age of twenty-two forever, it wasn’t going to get any better.”

“Well good luck man. Hopefully Adrian tags along for a little bit of fun.” With that Henry had left Evan in peace, or for as long as it took him to annoy Evan again.

Evan shook his head, and his long hair out of his eyes. He was glancing at the computer screen that sat in front of him. He seemed to be doing this more and more often especially on Friday nights. Maybe it was what his mother had told him.

That eventually he would have to settle down. Stop being so fucking wild, if he remembered correctly were her exact words to him.

But honest to god, what was an immortal with all the time in the world suppose to do? Settle down, and wait for the end of the world? Yeah right. Evan rolled his eyes at the thought. It was hard enough with his mother bearing down on him.

His grandparents had been long dead before he turned seven years old. What his mother told him was that people stopped believing in them, and then they had gone and burned down their temples, and their shines. That was the cause of the mayhem back in the day.

Evan sighed, and picked himself up from his chair, and grabbed his leather jacket from behind his chair, and left the room.

He had glanced at himself, in the mirror in the foyer before he left the house, and he wasn’t really surprised.

He was wearing a pair of dark fitted blue jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, and a pair of his worn in leather shoes.

He had told Ariel he would meet up with her at the bar. And he intended to keep his promise. It wasn’t hard for Ariel. He knew she was a little stuck up. She wouldn’t sleep with anyone, unless it was someone she deemed worthy of her. And he had never known her to actually sleep with anyone, but he assumed that’s what happened when you had all the time in the world to find someone worthy.

As he got outside he realized that it was a little chilly, so he put his jacket on, to bear against the wind that blew from the east.

He put his hand out, and waved a taxi down, but before the taxi could get there, it stopped short ten feet behind him. He glanced towards whoever was there. He was surprised to see a girl standing there on the sidewalk, with her hand outstretched.

“Hey! Hey! I called that taxi over here first.” Evan yelled.

The girl didn’t seem to take any notice of his yelling, and she got into the taxi as smooth as someone who had lived in the city did.

“Hey!” He jogged up to the taxi, and pounded his fist against the glass.

The girl, or woman (he had assumed that she was a girl, by her petite stature) looked up at him

It was only then that he was blow away by the color of the girls eyes. They weren’t technically brown, but they were a hazel color, and her eyes had small specks of blue in them. In all his travels, he had never seen such eyes as hers. He sucked in a breath, and tried to get a hold of himself.

Fuck. He looked down at her from the window. “You took my cab.”

She gave a small smile. “Sorry, but you snooze you lose. Take me to 78^th and second street.” She ordered the taxi driver, before the car pulled out from besides him.

Damn. He cursed himself, for not being more bold, and demanding that she move over so he could get in as well.

He hoped to the gods that he would never run into that blasted female ever again.

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Penny loved New York, but unlike others, she wasn’t a pushover. She knew her limits, and what they were right now, was to get to the damn bar that her friend Josie demanded that she attend with her. Josie was one of her good friends, dare say even best friend?

Penny was in her third year at Columbia university and after a day of non stop interviews for internships, she hoped that she was finally done. Being an art major didn’t help her, but it was her passion and she had been in love with art from the age of five, when she had first painted a ugly mug of her older brother, Jeremy.

Even though her brother and her own relationship was going strong, it was a little different for her mother, and father. Her estranged mother had decided long before that her life and being a famous fashion designer was more important than her own children. Sophia Langdefield, was nothing but a bitch who wore five inch red stilettos around Paris as if she owned the goddamn place.

And who could blame her? As one of Paris’ top fashion designers even at the ripe age of forty-four, she knew exactly what she was doing. Thank goodness Penny had her father around, whenever he was around. Her father was in the marine corps, and rarely had time for his two children, but whenever he was around, he would give the best hugs known to mankind. He was a hugging type of guy, and that was what Penny missed most at that moment.

She lived with Josie her roommate for the last three years, and she couldn’t ask for anyone more amazing. Not only was Josie her good friend, from the moment they crossed each others paths during their freshman year, but she was close to her family as well.

Josie’s parents were known as the richest the damn upper east side would ever see, but fortunately for her, her parents weren’t home most of the time, preferring to tour the world and their amazing sights. Something that Penny hoped she would be able to do one day.

After her last interview of the day, she had hailed a cab, and one zoomed right up to her. Huh, good luck. She thought to herself, as she got into the cab. But it was short lived, as a guy with dark hair, came up to her cab, banging on her window.

She wanted to go to the bar, and be done for the day, maybe get a few shots of vodka in with Josie before the two of them, got a taxi, and went back to their apartment to pass out for the rest of the night.

What she didn’t need at this moment, was the jerk who was pounding on her window, demanding that she open up.

She wanted to roll her eyes, but she restrained herself. Her father always told her that rolling her eyes was a sign of disrespect, and it would not be tolerated in his household.

She pushed her chocolate colored hair out her face, and peered up at the stranger.

“You took my cab.” The man muttered. Penny could barely hear what he said, but she caught it nevertheless.

Her response was quick and short. She had places to be goddammit, and no stupid guy was going to keep her from her duties to her friend. “Sorry, but you snooze you lose. Take me to 78^th and second street.”

And with that the taxi roared to life and sped down the street, leaving the man behind stunned and shocked.

She sat back into the seat as comfortably as she could get, and sighed. Her feet hurt from the three inch heels she wore, but she didn’t dare take them off in the cab, in case she walked out barefoot, and forgot her shoes. She didn’t want to be that girl.

As soon as she arrived at the bar, she took in the scenery. New York never ceased to amaze her, even to this day. She smelled tobacco and alcohol in the air, as she walked closer to her destination. The place was called Screwed. And it was exactly what it sounded like, it was a place where people came to get drunk, and leave with someone who they would only spend one night with.

Not that Penny was looking for that. She was not by all accounts a good girl, but the fact that she was a bad girl was out of the question. She had had her fair share of alcohol ever since she turned twenty-one, which was only about seven months ago, but she was in no way a prune. She was smart enough to know when to stop a guy from getting too close to her vagina, and she was smart about it. Unlike a certain girl around the bar somewhere.

Even though Josie was amazing, it was sometimes a little bit unbearable living with her. Once in a blue moon she would bring some poor fellow home, screw him, and then dump him. Penny didn’t understand the concept of screw and leave. She had yet to find the man she would love forever, and she was planning on staying that way until that time came.

She walked around the bar, looking for her friend, before spotting her sitting down at a small table, with a guy who looked very familiar.

Fuck. She could not believe this was actually happening to her of all people. Why does God always have to make her life hell before he would bring on heaven?

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Evan finally arrived at the bar, five minutes after Penny got there, and he had to stifled a groan at the place that his cousin thought was a good bar. The new bar was called Screwed, and it looked like a place where you might pick up a prostitute. Not that Evan had any problems with hookers, hey they had to make a living some way right?

As he walked around the bar, he noticed his cousins Ariel, and Adrian was with her. Incidentally the two were actually twins, but they acted nothing alike. While Ariel was a straight edge, with sex, Adrian was anything but. The bad boy twin would usually get caught with his dick between his legs more often than Henry would.

What a magical night this would end up being. Well for who, it was yet to be determined, but Evan figured that it might as well be his fucking lucky night, the way shit was going down. He didn’t want to be here, especially with Adrian around. Evan knew that he could get any girl wet down there, but he didn’t see the point of seducing any girls when they could just simply flock to him. Like birds to seeds.

He smirked at the metaphor, before he stopped in front of his two infamous cousins.

Ariel was the first to notice Evan standing there. Before he could say anything, she launched herself into his waiting arms, and gave him a fierce hug. Evan looked out of the corner of his eye to see Adrian talking up a pretty blond girl.

“Hey brother.” Adrian gave Evan a small nod in his direction before continuing his conversation with the blonde.

The blonde giggled like a little school girl, before twirling a piece of her bleach blonde hair on her index finger, looking like a child. Damn if only she had bubble gum and popped it. That would make this entire night worthy.

“So tell me, whose idea was it to come here? I know it wasn’t yours Ariel.” Evan said to his cousin.

She laughed, and her laugh rang out in the entire bar. It sounded like the tinkering of wind chimes. “It was Adrian’s of course. You know me Evan. I would rather stay at home, relaxing in front of the television, and be eating popcorn, than be at a bar.”

Evan glared at his cousin before rolling his eyes. “Figures.”

“Adrian said it would be more fun with us Immortals around, rather than just the two of us.” As she stated the fact, she glared at her brother in question, “Jackass, doesn’t know that I could totally kick his ass.”

“Wow, I’m shocked, Arie.” Evan said sarcastically. Evan knew that whatever Ariel wanted to dish out on her brother she could, but she was also a bitch to those she distrusted. And by the look on her face, she wasn’t liking the blonde that was hanging off Adrian’s words very much.

Even though the two were as different as dogs and cats, they were still siblings, something that Evan had never experienced, but from what Ariel told him it was kind of like having another half of someone with you at all times.

Ariel had explained it to him once. Even though you are born to your parents, you will only know them the latter half of their life, if you have children, you will only know them the latter half of your life, and if you meet someone and marry them, you will only know them the latter half of your life. With siblings you know them most of your life.

Which Evan supposed was true. But he had no experience to compare that to, because he didn’t have any brothers and sisters. Which he blamed his mother, but like always he couldn’t put all the blame on her. He knew as well as anyone that his mother just couldn’t stand the sight of children.

Evan had been a hell razor when he was younger, burning up everything in his path. Which was one reason why when he was born, his mother decided to give him an important task. To make others fall in love with each other.

Unfortunately, this didn’t include other gods, so that meaning was out for Ariel and Adrian, as far as Evan was concerned.

And Henry, he mustn’t forget Henry.

Evan ran his hand through his long hair, before he felt a tugging from below him. Ariel was standing on her tippy toes, trying to reach him.

“What are you thinking about?” Her curiosity got the best of her.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how boring this place is. God it smells like vodka and smoke in here. How can these mortals even stand it?” Evan demanded. He hated places like these. He should have figured that Ariel wasn’t the one who suggested this place, the moment that the word bar came into the sentence. It could only be the work of Adrian.

Ariel shrugged her shoulders. “Hm. Not sure, but I can’t just leave Adrian behind. He would kill me.” Evan silently agreed. It would be hell on earth if the immortal was left to fend for himself. Not only because the blonde on his arm looked like she wanted to eat him up, but Evan knew better. If there was to be anyone to get someone out of a jam it would be Ariel.

It was at that moment, that someone bumped into Evan. It wasn’t like a hard bump, but a small bump. He wouldn’t have noticed, if he wasn’t standing so close to his cousin, and he bumped her in return, causing her drink to slosh over her pretty new black dress.

“Hey! Watch it, will you?” He turned around, only to be caught in the hazel eyes with blue flecks in them.

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A/N: Another story I actually started up. I know, I know, I’m always starting up stuff and never finishing them, but this time, I was inspired by a story that I read on fictionpress, and this is what happened! Please don’t be mad at me! I can’t help it, really I can’t! Besides, I’ve been thinking about writing a story like this for a long time now. Longer than before AAA. 

Kiss Me, I’m Already Dead.

Summary: Adam Cooper was a good guy. That’s what he thought, until he dies. Or so he thinks he’s dead. That is until he wakes up again, but three hundred years in the future, with nobody to call his friend. That is until Eve appears. 

Prologue: 

Nobody would ever understand what it feels like to die. To die a slow death, and then to drift around until you felt like you were numb. Nobody would, until you met Adam Cooper. He was just a normal twenty-one year old, who was attending college. He remembered that day quite vividly. He remembered how he had started up his car, and he remembered drinking all that alcohol, and how not one of his friends tried to help him out as he got into his car and took off. After that it was a slight blur. Like he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, but it had happened nevertheless.

Adam could still recall the smell of his older brother’s leather seats in his brand new BMW. His brother had allowed Adam to take his car for the weekend, seeing as how fond he was of his younger brother. His brother Chris was as smart as they came. He graduated from the top of his class, and now was running their family company, which was a huge accounting firm in Boston. Their father James always knew that Chris was going to be the big shot of the family. Hell even Adam knew that his brother was going to be going places.

While he, and his younger sister Jane sat around, and went to school, his brother was already exceeding at life. What an unfair life it really was.

He should have ignored his brother’s offer on his new car. It wasn’t like Chris didn’t have other cars to drive around that weekend. Chris owned an Audi, and a mercedes as well.

But since Adam was used to getting what he wanted, he decided that weekend to go to a party that one of the frat houses at his school was throwing. And was it ever a party! There was lots of alcohol to go around, and plenty of pretty girls to admire.

Adam had to admit this was one of those times that he really wished he wasn’t so drunk so he could remember every girl he touched that night, or all the girls he had kissed. I mean isn’t that what college life is suppose to be? It’s suppose to be fun, and fucking fantastic. Or that’s what Adam thought, until the accident.

He could say that he didn’t remember any of it happening, but that would be a lie. He remembered the fire, and the smell of flesh burning. It might have been his, or it might have been at the hospital he was transported to after. It all became a blur. Like a big fucking blur.

And then it all blanked out. And what was what had happened to Adam. He remembered screaming for those first few minutes, maybe hours, hell maybe it was even days, but after that all he could hear was his own crying. He couldn’t blink, he couldn’t even feel his heartbeat, or hear his breathing anymore. He was frozen in time, and time was all he ever needed.

During that time Adam thought about all the stupid shit he had done in his life. Like when he was ten and his sister was seven, and he had scared her so bad that she ended up running up to their dad crying her eyes out, and screaming that there was a monster with his face.

Or how about that time that he had bought a dirt bike without asking his parents, and rode it around his neighborhood, until he had fallen off of it, and broke his arm?

All these thoughts circulated in Adam’s head until he couldn’t take it anymore. He had officially cried out all his tears.

He had eternity to think about all the bad stuff he had done. And it didn’t feel nearly as good as it had been at the moment that he did it.

The worst part of it all? Not knowing if he was in hell or heaven. If what he was in was even considered either of those. Adam pondered hard for a long time, while he floated around in nothingness. He pondered if this was limbo, and if it was, then it was damn well working wonders on his brain. If he even had a brain anymore.

He missed his family. He missed his parents, his brother, hell even his little sister. He missed his whole family, and there was no way for him to communicate with them. There was no way that he would be able to tell them how much he missed them, because try as he might, he was stuck. For better or for worse, for hell or for limbo, he was stuck. And that’s the way it was going to stay.  

This is a super quick summary of a story I’m trying to develop. Not sure where this is headed, but I’m still going to work on it, after I finish AAA. I think that story deserves a good ending. 

I’m just 59,000 words away!

Hey everyone! So you guessed it, I’m officially around 59,000 words until my first novel will be complete! Yay! 

I typed out a little more than 2,500 words today. Once I get the flow of words going, I can never seem to stop. 

On another note, I finally finished 50 shades darker. That shit is still confusing me. I’m still not sure what to make of Mrs. Robinson. Oh well, hopefully the next book in the series will clarify some things for me. I hate it when you finish a book, and there is this dark cloud looming over you, with questions like, “What happened?” 

Anyway since I’ve just finished up 21,000 words, I am dead tired. I slept early yesterday. Around 1am. Which is really early for me. And I got up a little past 12pm today. I got up and made some guacamole. I love avocados. They are amazing! :)

I got up before 12pm!

Hey everyone! So I basically got up a little before 12pm. I got up around 11:40am. I know, I know, that’s like super late for some of you, but I have to tell you guys, I stayed up until 4 this morning reading Fifty shades Darker, and let me tell you, that book is fucking confusing. I’m not sure what is going on, but I don’t seem to understand a lot of the plot. Don’t get me wrong, the sex shit is easy for me to understand. The only part I don’t understand is what the hell Mrs. Robinson is still such a big part of the plot. Anyway please excuse my ranting. I haven’t finished the book yet. I’m on chapter 16. 

Update on AAA. So basically I’ve already finished writing up 16,000 words, and I’m on page 34 of the story. I still have around 64,000 words to go! Yay, not. I will try to release another chapter tonight, but I will have to see how busy I end up being tonight. I totally forgot to watch Bones this afternoon, due to my crazy writing. WTF? I never miss episodes of my favorite anthropologist (Don’t you just love how many times Bones manages to say that she is an anthropologist in every single episode?). 

So that’s basically my super short rant. And yes, I know I have yet to correct my spelling errors from the first chapter of AAA, but I will get onto it either tonight, or tomorrow evening. 

So this update…

Hey everyone! Once again I feel physically tired but I can’t sleep! Damn. Anyway I just finished writing up 16 pages of amazing, anonymous, and ambitious. And this is going to be a crazy ride. And I just realized that I didn’t even proofread the chapter I put on here. What the heck is wrong with me? You guys deserve a better author than that. Well I promise tomorrow when I get up which will be after 12pm (trust me I wish I could get up earlier) I will be rereading and proof reading all my writing!

Hi everyone!

So I have decided to rewrite the first chapter of Amazing Anonymous, and Ambitious, because it wasn’t up to par with my standards. After talking to my brother and trying to come out with a good plot line, I decided that maybe I got into the whole powers thing too quickly, so I decided to rewrite the first chapter. I. Am. Going. To. Finish. This. Story. I promise I will. Please bear with me, as I try to rewrite the first chapter for the hundredth time. 

By the way, if your an aspiring writer like moi, the best way to write down your ideas, is to have index cards, and write down short plot lines and then from there, put the cards in which ever order you want. That’s my secret to how I write out my stories!

Note: I have updated the first chapter of AAA. I hope you guys enjoy! I still have the first rough draft of the original story, but I didn’t like the way Riley revealed how he was a super human without remorse. Which is why I tried to write out a little more character description. But wait for it, why did Jules move? Well you will just have to find out!  

Note to the Note: I have finished 40 pages of the story, before I realized how stupid the entire plot was, and now I’m trying to revamp from scratch! Grrrr!!! But it’s okay, as soon as I finish up 50 pages, I will only have about 250 more pages to go. *facepalm*

Amazing, Anonymous, and Ambitious: Chapter 1

Summary: Jules thought she was a normal girl. That was until she turned fourteen, and she realized that she wasn’t. She was never going to be normal at this point, and it didn’t help that her parents wanted their family to move away from the stuff that happened in their old town. That was until she met a trio of amazing teenagers just like her. And a secret group of government officials start to hunt them down. What they want to do to them, they have no clue, but to survive, the foursome have to stick together, if they are to get out of this situation alive.

“Chapter 1:

“Mom! I’m heading to school!” Julie De Lys yelled from the bottom of the stairs. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, and grabbed a piece of toast that her father had just put in the toaster. After that she pulled her lunch of the fridge which her mom had made for her.

“Love you dad, see you later.” Jules waved to her father, as she skipped out of her house in ease. He father grunted a goodbye. She slid into her car easily, and honked the horn of her small car, before she honked again. Her younger brother Evan rolled his way out of their house with a slowness that would make a snail envious.

“Come on! I want to get there before, oh let’s say sunset!”

Her brother laughed, and it sounded like the way wind chimes when they would tinker. She smiled at her brother. Even though Evan was a year younger than her, and he was a pain in her ass, she honestly could say that her brother was amazing. Not only because he was friendly, but because he always knew how to calm her down. Even if she was in a raging mad mood. Which she could admit that she was, majority of her mornings.

Jules honestly didn’t mind moving to a brand new city, but while it was a fresh start, she hated that she was the reason why her entire family had to uproot itself, and move.

She just wasn’t used to moving, and she kept repeating that to herself, when she walked into her new school Thursday morning.

Thank god it was a new school year, so she got a fresh slate like the rest of the students. The only disadvantage she had was that she had no friends, but it was okay with her. Because she figured that she would be able to make friends along the way.

Of all the awful places her parents had decided that she would go to school at, they just had to pick a private school, that demanded that she and everyone else wear a uniform. Saint freaking Mary’s. How could she possibly tell her parents that she hated uniforms? For one, when she was younger her parents had demanded that she wear uniforms, even though they were not mandatory at school. Just her luck, now that she had grown out of uniforms she was back in them once again.

Jules pulled her stiff maroon colored skirt down a little bit, as she walked across campus. The stiff white polo made her feel a little uncomfortable, but as she looked around her new school, she saw that everyone had their own unique way of making the uniform work for them.

Some of the kids she saw loitering around, were wearing jersey jackets over their shoulders. Obviously the jocks. And a couple of girls had jewelry that ranged from the completely expensive to the completely cheap.

Jules stared as a girl walked past her with a chanel belt that had the signature C’s criss crossing each other, around her waist.

The reason why her family had to move was simple, it was because Jules was special. No not in the way that parents usually say their children are special. She meant special. Like she was a freak special. That sounded harsh even to her mind, as she repeated the saying over and over again in her head.

Jules was a decent looking girl, or that’s what everyone who met her said. She had black hair that ran down her back in a straight sort of way, with dark eyes, and a pair of glasses on her face. She didn’t really need to wear glasses all the time, it wasn’t as if her eyesight was bad, but she had them for reading, and for as long as she remembered she had always worn glasses. Her glasses were black framed, and fashionable. Or at least she thought so.

Her morning classes drifted pass in a quick but slow way. She couldn’t decribe it exactly, but it seemed like the day was going by slow and then fast at some rates. She had signed up before school started for some advanced classes. And that included advanced world history and Advanced English literature. While she loved those two classes, she had to sign up for a elective as well, and she had signed up for home economics. Which she knew wasn’t practical but it would be helpful when she would have to live on her own, and cooking was a mandatory for her.

She looked down at her schedule before walking to her next class.

First period: Pre Calculus

Second period: Advanced World History

Third period: Home Economics

Fourth period: Advanced English Lit.

Fifth period: Study Hall

Sixth period: Physical Education

She walked into her fourth class of the day, and she sighed in bliss it was her favorite class. Advanced English. It was going to be filled with shakespeare, and all sorts of good authors, that she couldn’t wait to read when she got home.

Unforatunatly, even though her love of English couldn’t halt her dislike for high school. It was a fucked up world, in which the popular kids ruled the school, while the unpopular kids got the crap lives.

She really hated high school. “Worst years of my life,” she muttered under her breathe. A girl with black hair, and blue eyes who sat two rows to her front glared at her when she said that.

Jules quickly stared down at her book. She couldn’t believe that she got stuck in the so called smart classes, while her brother was simply cruising by in the general populace of students. Even though Evan was a year younger than her, she had no problem seeing him making friends with a lot of the upperclassmen. Especially the seniors. Which just happened to be one year above her in ranking.

The guy who sat next to her started to twirl his pen with his fingers, and in the corner of Jules eyes, she saw the pen start to float. She turned her head sharply to the right, but when she got a better glance, she noticed that the guy had just been twirling the pen in his hand. She sighed.

She must be imagining things now. That would happen, when everyone’s thought flitted through your head every second, of every minute of your life.

The thing that Jules knew more than anyone else, was that she could control her powers. She could simply tune people out if she wanted, but she could also push, and at this point she wanted to push into the mind of the boy sitting next to her.

Jules never tried to push her mind into someone else unless there was something suspicious there, and she thought that maybe this kid was somewhat suspicious.

She looked over at the boy. Good looking, high cheek bones. He had mussed up brown hair, that seemed to fall in front of his eyes. She couldn’t tell what his eye color was at the angle she was sitting at, but she could tell that he was as good looking as they get. She looked a little closer, and pushed her glasses up her nose a little more, and she noticed that he had freckles that sprinkled his nose bridge.

She rubbed her temples softly, so that she could try to do her thing. Or as her brother said, her thang. Whatever that meant.

She reached out her mind to his, but as soon as she did, she was rebuffed, and pushed back. It knocked her pencil out of her hand, and onto the floor, between the boy and her, and she gave out a loud gasp of air.

The boy turned his head to his left, and looked at her with a curious expression on his face. Ah, his eyes were green. Like the color of grass, she thought. They weren’t dark, but they weren’t as light as the eyes she usually came across.

She noticed that the teacher had stopped talking, and as she looked up, she noticed everyone in class staring at her. A light pink blush covered her face, and then the bell rang. Which meant another class to go to. Just the typical life in a normal or as normal as you can get teenage girl.

As she packed her backpack up, the green eyed boy grabbed her wrist. Not in a possessive way, but in a friendly way.

“Hi, my name is Riley. Your name is Julie right? Are you new here?”

“Yes, and I go by Jules not Julie. Well not so much anymore.” was basically her only reply to him. She looked down at his hand that was holding onto hers. Now it was his turn to flush, as he promptly let go of her hand.

“I just mean that this whole school must be pretty scary for a new comer. Come on, let me show you around.” His reply was short and to the point.

She gave a hard edged smile to this boy. “Sure, I guess I could use a good showing around.”

When he smiled, she noticed that one of his front teeth was slightly bigger than the other, but that just gave off the impression of a better looking boy, because as her mother always said, if you can’t find imperfections in someone then that means that they aren’t as perfect as they seem.

He took her around the school, first showing her where the lunch area was, and where the “popular” kids sat at.

She would never fit in with any of them. Not like she couldn’t buy her way in, her parents were fairly well off, but just because they were, didn’t mean that Jules liked taking their money.

Her stupid brother was with one of the guys wearing a jersey and he was standing right next to the popular group. Figures, she thought. While she was the nerd of the family, her brother was the all around jock. The one who could get any girl he wanted. And it totally didn’t help that they were just born one year apart.

After Riley showed her the cafeteria, he lead her outside in the sunny daylight. And she sighed, because it was such a nice day, that she never realized how amazing it was to get total sun in your face. It wasn’t like the city she used to live it. It was lush and green, but it rained majority of the fall season, as well as the winter season.

Needless to say she didn’t like that very much.

After that Riley asked her which class she had next, and she said she had study hall, which was just an excuse for teenagers her age to mess around, and text each other while in class.

“Awesome” Riley responded. “I have the same class too!” He pulled her schedule out of her hands, and scanned it quickly. “Wow, we actually have fourth period through sixth period together. Riley pulled a sandwich out of his backpack and started munching on it. It was then that Jules realized that they were still walking around the campus. She grabbed her backpack around her body, so she could grab her lunch. Her mom had packed everything the night before, and all Jules had to do was pull out the brown paper bag out of the fridge in the morning. She smiled when she looked down and realized that her mother had made her a turkey wrap. She loved wraps.

“Do you want to sit down?” She asked.

“Sure,” he replied. The two of them sat down next to each other, on a bench outside in the bright sunlight. She gave out a quiet sigh of relief. It was totally amazing what a move from a different city could do to a person. And Jules was no exception to that rule.

She rarely remembered anything when she was a child. She remembered the sunlight, and the green grass, of their first house, but that was about it. She never even knew her grandparents. They had passed away before she was born. Or so that’s what her mother and father always told her whenever she asked about them.

“You enjoying the sun there?” Riley teased.

“Yes, it’s amazing here. Where I came from, there wasn’t much sun more rain then anything.” Jules continued to munch on her wrap.

“Well that’s good old California for you.” He said smiling at her.

As soon as he finished his sandwich, Riley got up and stretched his legs out in front of him. “Well what do you say we continue this tour?”

“Yes, let’s do that.” She responded.

“Am I first friend here?” He asked quietly. And Jules blushed because she didn’t want to admit it to anyone other than herself, that yes he was her first friend at this brand new private school. Saint Mary’s was known as an amazing school, that prided themselves not only on their academic scholars, but also their athletic scholars as well. That’s what Jules had read from the pamphlet that her parents had brought with them when they had came home last year and informed her brother and her that they were moving.

“Can I ask why would your parents uproot you your second to last year in high school?” Riley asked.

“No you may not,” Jules answered sharply.

He looked at her an amused expression on his face. He leaned down to her ear whispering, “Fine, fine keep your secrets. But know this, everyone’s secrets eventually come out, whether or not you like it or not.” And Riley danced away as Jules tried to swat him away like an annoying fly.

“Whatever,” she muttered to herself.

“Anyway, if you have to know, I am the treasurer of the student council so if you have any questions please feel free to direct them to me.” He said while still smirking at her, with that cocky face.

“Oh wow, goody for me!” Jules replied in mock shock.

“Haha, I bet you are wondering who the president is then?” He asked her.

She shook her head, she didn’t really care who the president of their elite school was. All she wanted to do was pass her junior year in high school in peace, and then maybe make it out of here alive. After that, she would think about trivial things like who was president of their high school, when their reunion came around.

“Well I’m sorry to break your bubble Miss. I don’t give a damn about this school, and their social rules. But I’m going to tell you anyway. Riley pointed across the wide expanse of the outdoor quad, and pointed at the exact same girl who sat in front of Jules in her Literature class, and who had glared at her.”

She shook her head. Reality had a cruel way of fucking with your head.

“Her?” The girl who glared at me during class?

Riley let out a laugh, that oddly enough sounded like he was amused.

“Yes, her. That’s Gemma Ward. She’s an amazing student. Top of our class actually. Not only that, but she’s the smartest fucking person here.”

“Really?” Jules asked curiosity stemming at her brain. She could honestly say that at her old school, that everyone was dumb as a pig. But that would be putting it nicely.

She looked up at Riley seeing a longing in his eyes she had never seen on anyone else’s face before. Before she could comment on it, he turned away from her quickly, and took a left at the corner of a building.

She followed silently behind, hoping she would be able to get answers of this enigma of a man who was leading her around her new school.

“So this is the pool. We have a very good aqutic system here. One of the best in California.” He flousished.

She smiled as she looked at the pool. One of the things she loved more than anything was a good dip in the pool. She looked in her right hand, and she was surprised that she was still clutching her schedule in her hand. She opened it up, and groaned out loud when she saw what her last period was. Physical Education. Not that she didn’t enjoy exercise, but she was sick of people telling her that exercise was the key to a healthy life. She ran six miles every friday and sunday night to make herself as healthy as she could get. She didn’t need some teacher telling her this now.

She thought her horror of physical education was over her sophmore year. Guess again!

“And that over there in the pool doing laps is our very own triathlete. His name is Joel Dawson.” Jules felt all the saliva in her mouth dry up, as she watched the gorgeous looking man in the pool doing laps, his upper body looked like sheer power, as his muscles rippled underneath the current of water.

“H-He’s a trialthlete?” She whispered.

“Yeah. He plays foodball, swims, and also is on the track team.”

“Wow,” was the only word Jules could get out.

“I see someone’s infauated with the trialthlete.” Riley teased her.

“I am not infauated.” Her face heated up, as her cheeks turned a shade of pink.

“Well whatever. Hey Joel!” Riley called out. The swimmer who was leaning against the fall wall of the swimming pool nodded at the two of them, and swam up to them.

As soon as he got closer, Jules couldn’t help her staring eyes. He was amazing. Perfect was more like it. He had a body of a god. He had scuplted abs that would make any girl drool, and he was wearing swim shorts, that clung to his body as the water flowed off him.

She looked away instantly, not believing that one guy could unravel her as much as this guy did.

Her cheeks were still pink, when he walked over to the two of them. “Hey what’s up man?” And his voice completely jerked her from looking at her feet up to his face.

“Hey brother. This is Jules. New to the school. She’s in my last three classes.” Riley said proudly as he smirked at Joel.

Joel looked between the two people, before pushing his hand out in front of him.

“Let me see that.” And Jules froze when she realized that she still had her schedule in her hand. Damn.

She handed it over, as her hand touched his, she felt a shock in her body. It wasn’t a bad shock, it was just a small shock. She had never experienced anything like that before.

She watched as his warm hands, took the paper away from her, and he scanned her schedule quickly. “Well I have the last two classes with her.” Joel’s deep voice sent shudders down Jule’s spine. She couldn’t believe that she was stuck with this really good looking guy during her last two classes of the day. She wanted to do a dance, but knowing that it was highly inapprioate at that moment. Who does a dance, when there is a half naked gorgeous male speicmen in front of you?

“Well Mr. I can do my math homework by myself just perfectly fine. Let’s get out of here, and let’s get on to our next class shall we?” Riley said impatiently tapping his right dress shoe against the tile floor.

Joel smirked at him. “Sure.” Let me just get changed and then we can go.

As soon as Joel walked away, Jules whispered to Riley, “Does he always come here during lunch? To swim?”

Riley started to nod his head, and then shook it. “Well sometimes he does. Not all the time. But once in a while he does. He has swim education before lunch, so once in a while, I think he likes to stay behind a do a couple extra laps.”

“Swim education?” She said laughing when she got to the second word. “Is that even a class?” She asked.

“Yes it is! They learn all about CPR, and all that good shit. Beats me, I’m not technically in that class, but if I were required to take it, then maybe I would know a little more about how to save a person’s life. For my sake and for the good of Saint Mary’s, thank fucking goodness, I don’t have to, and I am yet but a lonely treasure.” Riley put his right hand against his forehead, like he was a damsel in distress.

Jules had to surpress the need to roll her eyes at the male before her. “What do your classes look like?”

“Hmm…” A little bit of digging around his backpack, and then Riley pulled out a piece of paper. “Ah ha! Here it is.” He pushed it into Jules’ open hand.

She read over it quickly.

First Period: Student council

Second Period: European History

Third period: Trigonometry

Fourth period: Advanced English Lit.

Fifth period: Study Hall

Sixth period: Physical Education

“European history eh?” She teased him.

“Yeah, so what?” Riley huffed. “I like Europe. They’re an important lot. They founded the USA.”

She laughed out loud, and smiled up at him. “Well it’s a good thing, I’ve got your back jack.” She laughed as he tried to pull his schedule out of her hand, but she bounced back a couple steps avoiding him.

“Oh missy you are so going to get it now.” He whispered, as she squealed, trying to run away from him.

He yanked on her wrist, making her yelp out loud in surprise, before he pryed open her hand, and grabbed his schedule out of her hand. He then proceeded to stick his tongue out like a little child.

She couldn’t help the eye roll this time. As soon as she regained her posture, Joel walked out of the locker rooms, and right into Riley and Jules.

She noticed that his hair was still slightly wet, but it wasn’t dripping. His hair was dark, but it wasn’t like black. And his eyes were a slight shade of blue. They were darker than most eyes, and they looked more like a royal blue. She had never seen eyes like his, but then again she could say that she had never seen eyes like Riley’s either.

“Let’s get to class shall we?” Joel asked.

The two nodded.  

A/N: Hi everyone! I hoped you all enjoyed the first chapter of my fiction. This series is based loosly on the Heroes television series that aired on NBC. I loved that series, and I still can’t believe that they stopped the series. It tears me up inside every time I think about it. Any how, this is my story about four teens struggling to find out more about themselves. By the way this is a romance story. I’m going to invest some time in developing the characters before the actual romance part, but please bear with me as I keep writing this. For some strange reason every time I re-read my chapters, I always think of something new to add, so please bear with me, if I do make any slight changes.