______________________________ "I still don't see why you have to drive that thing around." Michaela complained over the Bluetooth. "This is most certainly not a "thing" it is a true work of art!" Emmanuel exclaimed. He was in an unusually good mood today, maybe New York had grown on him over night, who knows. "I still don't like it," she whined. "I'm sorry, but, when you can afford to drive a Bugatti Veyron to school, You drive a Bugatti Veyron to school! She mumbled a reply that rhymed with "ducking glass mole" He ignored her and continued driving."Here we are, Charles Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters" he joked. "Ha, I'm reading the pamphlet, and it actually says Beacon High School." "Yeah, yeah." Emmanuel said while rolling his eyes. "Anyhow I have to go, so, I'll see you when I've finished, alright?" "Okay, cya later then." she said before hanging up. "Sisters, no sense of humor." he muttered to himself. Even before he'd rolled through the gates, he could tell all eyes where on him, well, on the car actually. The general thought must of been along the lines of "What kind of 16-17 year old drives a Bugatti to school!" The high school was more spacious than he thought the front building was made of brick, the architectural design was the perfect mix of rectangles and circles, making the building itself look pleasing and somewhat meant for the studious attendees of the institute. He found a parking space very easily. Hoping out the car, he could tell that everyone was wondering who he was. "Oh the joys of being a newbie" he sighed. "you got that right lil' bro!" a familiar voice beamed. Wide eyed he turned around to find his best friend, no, practically his brother, grinning at him."Dylan!" He burst out, before gripping him in a hug. "How long has it been? When last did I see you?!" "London, 1800's." he said jokingly, although they both knew he wasn't. Angels don't age. They come down to Earth at whatever age group they need to fit into, they only change age if they absolutely have to. "Wow, and you haven't aged a bit." he said playing along. Dylan was the same height as Emmanuel, although, he had a slightly stockier build, where as Emmanuel was leaner, but, just as strong. Dylan had Asian features, but, spoke with a mix of an American and British accent. Whereas Emmanuel spoke with an inexplicable accent which gave the impression that he's been to many countries. Apart from that, they where identical in every way. The had the same short to medium length Front Mohawk . The same black hair, and eye colour. they had the same neat dress code of jeans, shirt, light sweaters and leather jackets. They really did look like brothers, you could tell by just how they acted towards each other. "Are you going to introduce me? Or do I have to do the honors myself?" said a strange voice behind Dylan. "Oh, yeah. Bro, this is Alida Jane. I meet her a few years ago, in London." he said pulling the strange new girl to his side. "Hiya." she beamed. "Hey." he replied. Alida looked about seventeen. She seemed nice and sweet, but, also looked a little naive. He could tell her heart was set on Dylan and he wondered if Dylan himself knew that too. She had long wavy blonde hair that hung down, past her shoulders. Her eyes where captivating. It made him slightly uneasy. They where a warm chocolate brown colour and stood out against her luscious blonde hair. She was slim, but not skinny. Her curves made her, just right. No, perfect. In a way she was very similar to Michaela, although Michael a had eyes the colour of the Agean sea and her lips weren't as full as Alida's. He realized he was staring. "So, tell me. What are you two doing here?" he asked in a flurry, trying to save himself. "Ah, last time I checked this was a high school. So, i guess we're here to, well, I dunno. Attend this high school!" "No, I meant- ugh doesn't matter" he sighed. "so shall we get going?" The three of them walked into the foyer of the school, ignoring all the looks they where getting. They didn't notice the silver Toyota Yaris enter the school gates, while they where walking, but, the two girls in the Yaris definitely noticed them. ______________________________ "Oh. My. God." Amber said, jaw dropped, eyes locked on the three people walking away. "Those guys are so hot!" "Hmm? Who?" Elizabeth murmured, drawing her eyes away from her phone. "Well youv'e missed them now, but, they were by that black Bugatti Veyron a few seconds ago." "Seriously Amber, two seconds! We've practically been in school for two seconds, and you're talking about hot guys!" she said before laughing. while Amber was grumbling away, and trying to find a parking space. Elizabeth studied her best friend. As tall as her, black hair that was cropped into a cute short length cut, fair skin that made her green eyes stand out. Boy's fell for her, and Amber knew it. When she pouted a cute little crease developed between her eyebrow. She had a slighty slimmer build than Elizabeth, but, still she wasn't skinny, especially like those girls that think being ridiculously skinny is sexy. "Oh, and I sometimes, for a real kick, I dress up as Santa Clause and fantasize about your Mom." Amber said cooly. "Wait, what?!" "Oh, so now you pay attention!" she said shaking her head. Seriously girl, you've been acting really weird lately." "Sorry." she said sheepishly They got out the car and went to there respective classes. Elizabeth had French first, and as always, it droned on forever. Her teacher made her give a two minute speech about her holiday, which was ridiculousy hard, since she barely did anything. English was a little better, at least her teacher didn't make her do a two thousand word essay, unlike last year. Lunch time finally came, she caught up with Amber and they went to the cafeteria together. The cafeteria had been renovated since last year. The floor was still black tile, but, the rest had become some modern design of metal and wood, which made it a little more comfortable. They collected their food and found an empty table and sat down. Elizabeth had fruit and a chicken and mayo sandwich, whereas Amber just had a slice of pizza. Just as Elizabeth was about to take a bite out of her pizza, an angelic voice chimed to her. "Excuse me?" said a girl with blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. "Can my friends and I sit here?" Elizabeth looked over at her friends and found an Asian looking boy who smiled at her kindly, then, her eyes drifted to the other boy next to him, their eyes locked. Hers: a hazelnut brown and his: black with flecks of gold. She felt flustered and sick at the same time. It was him, the boy from her dreams. "Emmanuel." she murmured. 5 bumps (from different people ) and I'll continue.
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Brayleigh Bates 16 Looks~light brown hair with blonde hilights, blue/green eyes, freckles, tall, thin and tan Personality~ kind,caring and considerate Human
______________________________ Emmanuel wasn't that hungry so he skipped on the food, however he decided that staying with Dylan and Alida would be the polite thing to do. They walked into the cafeteria, not everyone was looking at them, which was a relief. The place was packed, and he didn't feel like putting up with the crowd, but, he ventured deeper into the Hell hole. They managed to find a table they could sit at. At this time Emmanuel was reading a text message from Michaela. ______________________________ OMG! Gucci handbag!! Only..... $579.99 :/ ______________________________ "Excuse me?" Alida asked. "Can my friends and I sit here?" While sending his reply to Alida, he realized that the person hadn't replied yet. As if right on cue, Emmanuel looked up at a girl with deep hazelnut brown eyes, just as she looked at him. He froze, his body wouldn't allow him to move. He felt sick, yet, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He felt like running, but, couldn't bring himself to it. "Emmanuel." she murmured, her voice was soft and delicate. It was like a blow to the stomach. She was more beautiful in person, her hair was slightly darker than he remembered, but, she was the same. "Ah, bro? You alright?" Dylan asked hesitantly. He didn't hear him, and, even if he did he couldn't respond. This girl had his full attention, and no one was going to take that away. Her friend, the one with the short black hair and the green eyes, muttered some thing about boys. "Emmanuel. Look at me." Dylan demanded, his voice was rough, but it was a mix of sternness and worry. Yet, he still didn't look. Finally, his brain kicked in and told him to do one thing, and one thing only- run. Thus, he did. He ran out the cafeteria as fast as his legs would let him. He heard a girl cry out in pain, but, didn't stop to check. Once he reached his car he scrambled for the keys, eventually he got in. Without even thinking, he speed out of the parking lot, as if he was running out of the gates of Hell, the Good Lord knew it certainly felt like it. Once amongst the traffic in the busy streets of New York, he steadied himself. He didn't know what had come over him, he didn't know why. All that he did know, was that his dreams were a message, a warning. Something, anything. He felt sick again, his muscles ached, his vision became blurry. What was happening to him? Without even realizing it, he had arrived at his home, and had pulled over the car. Upon getting out, it dawned on him. He felt drawn to her, and he'd stop at nothing to protect her, thus, In some way, shape or form, this girl was going to be be the death of him. If only he knew how. Yet again, love and death are so strongly intertwined. He'd just just have to ride this one out. ______________________________ 5 Bumps and I continue its shorter than the others, but, don't worry, I'm writing more atm
_____________________________ He was there, right in front of her. He looked different, his eyes were more golden than she remembered. Yet, somehow he seemed, pained. Emotional pain, not physical, regardless, he still looked like an Angel from Heaven. Although he probably wasn't, angels have wings and he didn't have wings. The Asian boy, the one who smiled at her, spoke to him. "Ah, bro? You alright?" he asked. No reply, it was as if all he could see was her. She was flattered, yet she still felt sick. All of a sudden he ran, as if he'd seen a ghost. She didn't understand at first, maybe he forgot something? No, that was a stupid reason. She gasped, her vision blurred, she felt dizzy, she was sweating heavily. Her vision blackened, and she welcomed the cold hard floor with open arms. She could still here his footsteps, they echoed through her mind, softly, eventually dying out. Then, all was still. ______________________________ He couldn't see a thing, he was blindfolded. Sword in his right hand, shield in the other, he had ditched his clothes for a full kit of armor. he hadn't been to school in day, not since his encounter with that girl. He just wasn't ready. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He was in the garden in the backyard, massive, like everything else. His training dummy was by the marble fountain. He hit the training dummy hard, his hand jarred. He was stiff, his muscles were tense. There was no swiftness about him, no elegance, no grace. He was a fighter, this was what he was good at, yet, he cant even make one fluid slash. His wrists weren't moving freely, the sword and shield weren't one with his body. His mind was clogged, his thoughts scattered. He was most definitely not himself, not at all. Frustrated, he hacked away at the training dummy, missing a couple of times. Enraged, he ripped his blindfold off. "You know, I've seen you fight better." Said a casual voice behind him. He didn't need to turn around to see who it was, he knew it was Dylan, but he did so anyway. He carried on."There's no grace, no nimbleness, no elegance with your moves. Your wrists are jerky, you back is stiff, and I bet you, you find your sword too heavy. Am I right?" he asked. "No, not close at all." Emmanuel denied. "No, I'm spot on." Dylan smirked. ""You've been trained by Archangel Michael himself, and yet, you produce sword work like this. It's appalling Brother, really." "Yeah, I figured." Emmanuel snapped. "I know you, maybe too well, and I can tell when something's bothering you. So, what's up?" he stretched out his arms, awaiting a reply. Emmanuel dropped his weapons, and walked over to the fountain and drank the ice cold water, it was refreshing. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he turned to Dylan."Has the Archangel Ithuriel ever given you dreams Brother?" "Yes once or twice." "what where they about?" he asked. "One was the destruction of Atlantis, the other, meeting Alida." "See, before, my dreams where similar to yours, Paris, Rome, Venice. Now, now that I've seen this girl, I'm having dreams of bloodshed, war, lust, hatred. Just like the dreams we all had during the uprising Brother, and you know just as well as I how bad those dreams were, how bad the bloodshed and the hatred was." He let his emotion run wild, emphasizing his points."She knows something, or she is the cause of all these things. All this, fighting that is to come, is because of her, and I've finally figured it out." "What?" "Secrets Brother, secrets.She has, in the foldings of her subconscious, information. Information that Kings would kill for! The kind that Brothers would turn on each other for! The kind that makes a Hero venture out into the world to find it! The kind that only God himself can give!" "What is this, information, that your rambling on about." This time when Emmanuel spoke, he didn't speak in English or French, nor any other mundane language, no, this time he spoke in the language of the Angels. His voice turned soft, it became inexplicably beautiful, like a thousand harps being played for one king, like water flowing peacefully through a stream. He uttered one word. One word, so beautiful, so fragile, yet, so deadly and ruthless at the same time. The very word that even Angels fear, and it took Dylan a while to register what Emmanuel had said, but, once he did, only then did Dylan utter that word out loud in the faintest of whispers. "Immortality?" ______________________________