When we got to Ms. Waterson's house, it struck me how artistic she really was. There were interesting shaped hedges, and flowers lining the front were bright and exciting, a stark contrast to the plain eggshell white of the house itself. Vivian is between the both of us, preventing us from talking. Felix doesn't seem that angry anymore, but chances cannot be taken with one who could cause small earthquakes beneath your feet. Felix looks at me over her head. He mouths "Is that lipgloss on your mouth?" "Don't ask." He raises an eyebrow. I stride quickly to the door and ring the doorbell. I come face to face with my teacher in a nightgown and bunny slippers. How awkward. She beckons us inside, her house as neat as her lawn, just not as unique. She motions for us to sit in the coral colored sofa. She sits in the recliner nearby and stares at me. The silence was almost tangible, it was so thick. Even Stalker fell silent, though he'd been yapping for the better part of the time. Finally, she began to speak in her teacher voice. "Ethan. You do realize you may very well die in a few days, correct?" I nod, "Well, that's not going to happen. The Council decided you could be useful." I sit quietly, "You're not going to die anytime soon, my friend. It seems a threat has finally arose. Specifically linked to what happened in Zimbabwe. There is a secret rebellion brewing. The Mortem are rising...ah...I should let Claudius explain..." Claudius? As in...our art teacher, Mr. Bowregard? This is way too coincidental. Everything seems to fit, yet I'm still dubious of the legitimacy of this whole situation. Who am I to say I haven't fallen into a state of disillusion where everything is not and nothing is. "Ethan, I'm going to tell you, this is no coincidence. You were found under the oddest of circumstances. Your parents had no idea they had you. We didn't let them. For the first time, two Origins had a child." oh God, this must be it. The reason why this is all happening. A blunder caused by the people who are responsible for my very existence. "Origins, you see, are mostly sterile for whatever reason, so therefore, no child had been born by two Origins, an Origin and a normal human, but never two Origins. Things got even more complicated, considering the father...your father, was a rouge. Your father was a member of the Mortem legion. You see, corruption spread in Zimbabwe, poisoning the minds of the residents. Since Zimbabwe was so out of reach, they were the easiest target. Your father had been sent to Zimbabwe and a few others, including your mother and Claudius, to collect census of Origins around the world to take back to Base One. You were born there. Claudius knows more about such things, but you'll see him soon. Anyways, your parents stayed behind under the hospitality of Base Ten. Unfortunately, that was when it was attacked. Your mother escaped with you, and died on the way here. Your father, however, was turned rouge. He is still alive today, but he does not remember anything. The Mortem wiped all of their memories, so they would not feel an obligation to their friends or families." Mother is dead, father has no idea I exist, and could very well be the person who kills me. Life is a bitch.
As I digested this information, a man walked out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. Oh jeez. Why would he be showering here? How did we not hear? Mr. Bowregard merely glanced at us. "Oh look, Mason's kid." Mason. My father's name is Mason. I looked over at Vivian to see her pink all over. Ms. Waterson had a slight smile as she looks upon him. "Hello Claudius, how was your shower?" "Lovely. I see that you've gone and begun to explain without me." Vivian turns pinker as his eyes land on her. She obviously found him attractive. I thought he was too...too perfect looking, really. Coming from a one hundred percent heterosexual boy, of course. His face was that of an Aeropostale model. His upper body and muscle mass was perfectly balanced, not too buff, not too skinny, not like the guys I've seen attract girls. Though his persona itself was one with an air of false superiority and jealousy, especially when he looked upon me. "I told Anna something like this would happen if they stayed. She just laughed at me. Now...now she's dead and Mason is trying to kill us all." he mutters under his breath.which only Felix and I can hear. The females of the room were still swooning for him. Getting me upset probably wasn't the wisest thing. Mr. Bowregard was getting paler, which seemed impossible with his already paper white complexion. He was almost like a ghost, a raven haired, icy eyed shade, whom seemed to be fading by the second. Then, it stopped. It hadn't been noticeable. Only he and I caught it. He excused himself to get dressed, and Ms. Waterson followed. He comes back wearing khakis and a shirt, a shirt that was, of course, far too tight and showed off his biceps. He regards me again with distaste, "You look like your father-skinny and cowardly." ------------------------------------------------- I hate Mr. Bowregard. Even though I came up with him, he reminds me of Snape ._.
Really? I loved Mr. Bowregard for a second, before you described his personality. Now I kinda love him
>.> Oh Jesus, I wasn't wearing my reading glasses and I usually see that word written in cursive. 0.0 it just looks weird to me