narratives

    PROLOGUE The snow whispered as it fell covering the landscape with a white blanket, all was quiet except for the hum of a small electric generator which was coming from a small building about the size of a medium sized tool shed built into the mountain side, the door slowly creaked open... Suddenly all hell broke loose, fire spewed from massive cracks in the ground “Crap he’s a God class, use Nitrogen Rounds, aim for the head!” shouted a man in a gille suit. A single gun shot echoed though the forest, the man fell out of the door. Dead. Men climbed down from trees and people in gille suits appeared suddenly, taking the dead man’s body with them. What the men did not know was that the man had a son who watched them murder his father in cold blood, and he swore revenge.

 THE TEXT “Now class, can you name the 5 power classes?” Asked the wary Mrs Gnix as she slumped down into her chair after the class was settled. A hand shot up the moment she finished her sentence. “Yes, Amanda?” sighed Mrs Gnix “They are offensive, defensive, medical, domestic and, and, God you think, I mean, I think?” said Amanda, whose power allowed her to read peoples minds. “Thats correct, Amanda” Mumbled Mrs Gnix. “Now,” Said Mrs Gnix, “Today, class, we are starting a new chapter in our classic book studies, ‘Cherub: The General’”.

 2 AND A HALF HOURS LATER “Wow, I just can’t believe that Dana cheated on James with Michael!” Said a girl with black hair, with pink highlights. “Yeah Kerra, I agree with you!” said Spark “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Kerra!” “See you tomorrow, Spark!” Yelled Kerra, from her front door step, as Spark sprinted across the street. When Kerra walked though her house’s front door, she was greeted by her small, hyperactive little brother. “KERRAAAAAA!!!!” Shouted the small five year old enthusiastically. “No Sam, I have homework...” Kerra said sternly. “But you don’t even know what I’m going to say!” Sam said disheartened on the refusal of a chance to play. “Sam, I'm going to my room. If you bother me again, you will be sorry!” said Kerra, as she walked up the stairs, and down the corridor to her room. “Sam, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!” shouted Kerra. “I just wanted to play...” Moaned Sam “Out, NOW!” she yelled angrily, while pointing to the door. Once he left, she sat down and sighed. “Finally, some peace and quiet...” ‘Text Message Received!’ announced her phone. “Some days you just don’t get any breaks...” Sighed Kerra, as she slid her phone out of pocket. It was from Spark. “Thats odd,” Thought Kerra. “Spark only texts if there’s something wrong, or something strange is happening.” The message read “Kerra, look outside. There’s a moving truck down by #47, and a guy is helping them unload. Do you think he’s hot? Cause I do! Lol. :D” Kerra got up off her bed, opened the curtains, and checked out at the guy lifting a large, heavy box out of the big moving truck, with his top tied around his head. Kerra levitated her phone off her bed, and into her hands, and texted back “Well ‘Mr Funny Gay Man’, Yes I do think he’s hot. Now don’t text me again, I’ve got homework to do! :P” She slid her phone back in to her pocket, and sat down at her desk. She turned on her laptop, and wondered how to start her 5 page essay on ‘How powers affect the world we live in’.

 THE BOY FROM #47 It was Thursday, so for Kerra and Spark, that meant a whole day of combat practice. However, when they got to class, the empty desk in their group of three was filled by the guy they saw unloading the truck the other day, down by #47. “hey there” Spark said,as he sat down for roll, he asked the guy, “Whats your name? Where are you from? Are you single?” Spark questioned. “Don’t listen to the gay man of a thousand questions! Hi, I’m Kerra Flint, and that...” pointing to Spark, “That is ‘Captain Queer’ himself. Thomas “Spark” Watts. So whats your name?” asked Kerra politely. “My name is Kyle Gearmo. I come from New Stralya, and I am not gay, Spark. And I do not have a girlfriend.” Kyle answered, “And yes Kerra, I am a pretty good fighter, before you ask.” Kyle said, without looking up from book, that had just appeared in his hands from thin air. RRRRIIIINNNNGGGGGG RRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGG “Okay then class, It’s time for combat practice.” Announced Mrs Gnix, as she put down her book and stepped out of her chair “Everybody out, except Kyle, Kerra and Spark.” as the class filed out kyle evaporated the book he was reading and stood up out of his chair while spark and kerra walked over to mrs gnix’s desk “kerra ,spark it is kyle’s first day here at jefferson college and you will look after him for the next two weeks” said mrs gnix “yes mrs gnix” the two said in unison “now all three of you, off to combat class, I want some quiet to finish my book” said mrs gnix as she picked up her book off of her desk and flipped to the page she was up to while the three walked out the door. When they were out in the corridor kyle asked “whats combat class? I mean I know that you fight people but what do you actually do?” “ahh yes young grass hopper” spark said while adopting a bad asian accent “ you must be as quick as the wind as strong as a ..."spark couldn’t finish his sentence because kerra clamped her hand around sparks mouth denying him the right to talk “once again leave to me to explain everything”kerra sighed as she removed hand from spark mouth while whacking him round the back of the head "what was that for?" spark asked as he rubbed the back of his head "for filling this poor child's mind with lies, .... now back to what I was telling you about, in combat class it as you said kyle about teach you how to fight but not like kung-fu but like with your powers" explained kerra "ohhhh I get it now we fight with our powers"

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