Secret Identity

Dalia/ Mistique

I sat down quickly at a table. That was too close. But, wait what if it wasn't and she just saw me in the hall or something. I frowned, concentrating on my thoughts. I wanted to practice my power now, but I was pretty sure that if I did, Mr. Hammon would be really pissed off.

"Good morning class," Mr. Hammon said just as the final bell rang and the rest of the class came in.

I watched the girl I had run into see me and sit a couple rows behind me, studying me with confusion.

Kara

Kara examined the girl closely. She had seen her before, she was almost positive of it.

After a moment she sighed and turned to her book that was lying open on the table. No use, I don't recognize her. Maybe it was my imagination.

Off to school prize giving, so I'll post later. Sorry.

-Moo

((Aqua, I don't know whether Java recognised Laina or Cara, so I'm trying to sort of anticipate both. And TexanWriter - can I shorten that at all? - here's your lead in!))

Cara/Death

Cara ran for the door, eager to get away from the claustrophobic atmosphere of the classroom, but before she could make it out, she heard a voice behind her.

"Cara, wait!"

She turned around, resisting the urge to smile when she saw it was Java who stood there, keeping her face stony instead.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude, I guess I'm pissed with the world today." His hands went to his pockets, and Cara let her smile creep across her features. For once, it was genuine.

"That's okay. I wasn't too nice either." The words tumbled out of her mouth easily, and suddenly Java was grinning too, and Cara felt safe. Safe. It was an odd sensation. Unable to put it into words, Cara turned on her heels and walked away, still grinning like an idiot until she noticed a couple of people staring. She shook herself, and thanked the heavens Java wasn't in her next class, especially if she was going to behave like that every time he spoke to her.

Rushing to her locker, Cara dumped her books and grabbed a battered lab coat. Her conversation had held her up for longer than she'd thought.

"Wow, Cara - a smile. There's a first time for everything, I guess."

Chris smirked as Cara turned to face him, but then grinned. He hadn't meant it, but the comment still stung. Am I really - She stopped mid-thought. Of course she never smiled. There hadn't been anything to smile about, until today, and now Cara was beginning to regret even that. Everything's so much simpler as Death. So, so simple.

Chris was her lab partner in this class, though Cara couldn't remember which class it was. The teacher only spoke for a few minutes before dishing out instruction sheets and describing the chemicals they'd be using for today. Cara tuned out, choosing to watch Chris instead. He had bags under his eyes, the first signs of a crack in that cheerful exterior. He didn't look like he was paying much attention either.

"Something on your mind?" Cara whispered. She didn't usually talk to him, but today was already proving to be kind of unusual.

((Aqua, there's your chance to get at the locker, if you wanted, but you might already have something planned. And TexanWriter, I hope this is okay!))

*yeah, it was Cara, sorry for the confusion. Hope this is ok.*

I watched Cara run off with her labcoat in hand, now was my chance! I walked forward as normally as possible and reached her locker without any trouble. First step over.
I had an urge to laugh at my seriousness, I was basing all of this, I was breaking into someone's locker, because of a feeling? This was so unlike me.
But I had to do it, I couldn't let this go.
And so, I opened her locker and looked at the contents. There wasn't much, it was pretty much an average locker. Full of books and some screwed up paper at the bottom, it was less...personal though, Like it wasn't a permanent thing.
Shaking my head again, I started to shuffle through the contents. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
And then something caught my eye, a balled up bit of paper that fell out of her book, the book for the lesson we'd had together! I opened it up, and what was doodled on it made my heart stutter.
It was a picture of a mask, a superhero mask at that. And I recognised it, Death's. And then, as if to cement my theory, Cara had written a word below that. "Justice". I groaned and shut the locker, resting my head against the cool metal. Cara was Death?
And then another idea hit me, what if she wasn't Death? What if she was a villain?
Well, only one way to find out. I put the paper in my pocket and started to run the reception, I had to know where Cara was now. And then I'd get some answers.

((Sure, it's great! I won't post again until tomorrow, though. School's so irritating, and I had a hockey match today so I have to actually sleep, unless I want to be a zombie in class tomorrow. ))

((Thanks a ton! And yeah, shorter than full username is Tex, Texan, TW, or something else that’s along those lines. If I get something wrong about the school, it’s because I’ve never gone, so apologies in advance.))

Chris – Smokefall

“Something on your mind?” Cara whispered.

The question caught me off guard, and I hesitated before giving her a questioning glance with a grin, saying, “I’m wondering what’s for lunch, and you?”

She only frowned and turned back to what we were working on. I thanked the heavens for letting her not question any further. What a great day to not have gotten any sleep.

The minutes ticked by on my watched, becoming all I could hear. The lights seemed dimmer, yet still as bright as always. Things were wrong. Not now, I thought. There’s nothing I can do about it here. Not now…

I felt Cara’s disgusted gaze on me. It’s noticeable, I murmured in my mind. I cracked a joker’s smile at her, even though every moment hurt. The bell rang and I was the first one out.

I ran into something –someone— which is very annoying when you’re running to your locker.

“Outta my way, moron,” I mumbled.

((Is this okay? Here’s an opening for anyone.))

Dalia/ Mistique

"Excuse you?" she said to the person. Her usual good mood was dampened today from that surprise pop quiz she was sure she failed last hour.

The boy looked up and seemed a little surprised. He cleared his throat. "Well, I'm not trying to say you're a moron, just watch where you're going."

Dalia snorted. "I've already gotten that line today, no need to tell me. And from my judgement I think it was you that was walking too fast and ran into me."

Cara/Death

When Cara opened her locker, she knew someone had been there. Her books had toppled over and papers were crumpled, loose from their folders. Whoever it was hadn't bothered to cover their tracks.

Her first thought was that it was just a prank by some guy in one of her classes, but her instinct jumped straight to the word villain. Whoever it was had been looking for something, but what?

When she searched through her books and noticed what was missing, she could have kicked herself. The doodle, drawn in a simple moment when the lines between Death and Cara had been blurred, could tell a villain exactly who she was. A villain just like the guy in the yellow suit, who she'd seen just that morning, and who she'd thought had been too preoccupied with daydreaming to notice her. But if he did notice her, would it have been so hard for him to then follow her? Here?

In which case, he could be anyone. She slammed the locker door and breathed slowly, steadily, her eyes scanning the corridor, filled with students. He could be watching me right now, she thought, and all because of a stupid mistake. She never made mistakes. Why today? Then she saw Java's smile in her mind's eye and had her answer.

Weakness, Death hissed inside her, and Cara took a backseat once again. Death was on red alert now.

"Cara?"

Java was frowning. Death met his gaze, cool and composed, all feelings hidden behind a wall of ice. Java came closer and she tensed.

"Cara. I wanted to talk to you."

Cara looked at me coldy, she looked so different from earlier. Then, she'd smiled at me and it had made me smile back. All of that was gone now.
Lurching forward, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the crowds, down to an empty corridor.
"What do you want, Java? I'm busy."
I let go of her hand and reached into my pocket. When I drew out the paper, she gasped in outrage.
"It was you! You!"
She made to snatch the paper and hit me across the face but I slammed her against the wall. I put my face an inch from hers and growled.
"Just tell me one thing, are you a villain. Because if you are, and if you plan on going after Death, I have to warn you about something. If you try to kill her, if you plan on going anywhere near her, I will kill you first. And believe me, that isn't an empty threat."
Her mouth fell open, and I saw the Cara that I'd seen earlier, kind and wonderful.
"Java, Java! I'm not a villain. I'm not! I am Death. But who are you?"
It made sense, the wall that Cara put down, that made her feathures go ice cold, were Death's. The way she spoke sometimes, cold and uncaring, that was Death!
I gaped for a second, and then straightened up.
"Jeez, Cara. Don't you recognize me?"
"No."
I sighed and took of my glasses, I didn't need them anyway.
"I'm Flux."

Mel

"Hey, check this out," Mel grinned, taking a shot backwards with her cue across her back. The white ball lurched forwards and putted the last yellow ball on the table. She punched the air and began to hone in on the black ball.

"Show off, are we?" Nick teased as he walked forwards, taking aim. "Well, look at this." He aimed the cue for the bottom of the white ball, striking it sharply and causing it to chip over the black ball and knock into his final red, grinning as it disappeared down the hole.

Mel laughed, taking her aim at number eight, "Not too bad for a novice."

Just as Nick opened his mouth with a come back, the common room door burst open and there was Mr. Thompson, his face flushed and red like he had ran the whole way there. Mel looked at him innocently. "My fault, I forced him to ditch." Her body shuddered with suppressed laughter as she held out her wrists and ducked her head, as if waiting to be handcuffed and taken to a police station.

"Wasters, the both of you," Mr. Thompson yelled across the room, before guiding them out.

**

"Ever wondered what fizzy milk would taste like?"

"I can't say I have."

Mel turned away from Nick, shivering as the sleet continued to punish their backs. Mr. Thompson had yelled a half an hour lecture about the importance of attending class, and how they were in for it now. Mel had to admit, his method of punishment was unique. He had set them outside his classroom window, but left the window open so they could listen to his lecture while the rain pounded down on them. Mel shuddered again, wondering if she could manipulate the air and divert the ice cold sleet away from them.

"I think fizzy milk would be awesome," she said to herself, knowing that Nick was probably furious with her and she was on her own for the next hour. She shot him her best, 'I'm sowwy," look.

Conor/Marrow

Class was so boring, Mr. Pinar kept rambling on and on about the same thing, I wondered is he even realized he had said the same thing one-hundred times. I took out my phone, and connected to the Internet, and then to TV. First I checked the news, and was excited, and fearful, of what I saw. It was a bank robbery, pretty common, but still, I had lives to save.

I snuck out of the classroom, and ran to my locker. Pulling out my hoodie, then a pair of sun-glasses, and a bandanna. I pulled them on quickly. Hesitating for a second as I past my car in the parking lot, but ran to it and pulled a gun from it.

Something I had taken from a guy before I joined the team. I always brought it as an emergency option. After I put it in my hoodie's pocket, I kept running, Forming a staff of bone as I went. I sent a message to the team requesting someone to help me out, Electrum ended up accepting.

Once I got to the bank, I climbed to the roof of the building next to it, and jumped over onto its own roof. After so man times having to bag a few robbers I knew it was the fastest and easiest way there. Electrum arrived a few moments later.

"Okay, I'm going to pry that vent open, and crawl over where they are keeping the hostages. I'll drop down and take the person guarding them out," I told her. "You go down that door there, and wait until I leave the hostage room, and enter the main one. I'll distract them, and you take them out."

"Got it," Was all she said, and we went out separate ways.

Electrum

Electrum did as Marrow asked, standing by the door. She was crouched, ready to spring at any moment. She heard the door into the main room open. Speaking. She waited another thirty seconds, and burst into the room. Her hands were already crackling with electrical energy. There were five men with guns. The guns were pointed at Marrow, who was behind a shield of bone. She shot a ray of pure electricity at the men, twenty times thicker and brighter than the one she had used in the meeting. it knocked them over like bowling pins.

They were all alive, but they were badly singed, and headaches all around in an hour or so. She gasped and stumbled backwards a bit. Marrow looked concerned, and his bone shield disappeared. She shook her head. "I'm fine. It just took more out of me than I expected, that's all."

Nick/Mynah

"Ever wondered what fizzy milk would taste like?"

"I can't say I have."

Nick grimaced as the sleet stung the back of his ears. This was not how he'd wanted to spend the afternoon. If he'd had his way, they'd both be inside where it was warm and dry instead of out in this mess. He crossed his arms, shivering.

"I think fizzy milk would be awesome." Mel glanced at him, a look that quite plainly said 'sorry' on her face.

Nick sighed. "You're making it very difficult for me to stay angry with you."

She gave him a half-smile. "My evil plan is working."

"Difficult, not impossible." He was quiet for a minute. "Why is it that whenever we're doing something that you think is a good idea, we end up like this?" He sneezed.

"I dunno. Maybe you should choose your friends better."

Any anger Nick had towards Mel melted away. "I didn't mean it like that. Honest. You're a great friend." He shrugged. "Maybe I just need to learn how to loosen up a little."

Mel grinned. "So you forgive me?"

Nick nodded, and they were quiet for a minute.

"Are you two listening?" barked the teacher through the window.

"Yes Mr. Thompson," came their mechanical replies. Once he'd turned away, Mel snickered. "Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll have a car wreck tomorrow morning."

Nick smiled. "I doubt anything short of abduction would keep Thompson from coming in to work on time." The smile took on an odd twist as he thought, Maybe I could arrange something...

"I've already gotten that line today, no need to tell me. And from my judgement I think it was you that was walking too fast and ran into me."

I looked up at her, startled for absolutely no reason. The snappy response snapped him sober for a moment and made him want to snap his fingers.

"Sorry," I said as normally as I could. Things were getting darker by the second. "It probably was me. I'm just having a really... a really gloomy day. Excuse me, miss...?"

"Dalia," she said with a slight smile. "And you?"

"Oh, I'm Chris-- tian. Christian." My head bobbed up and down and my eyelids grew heavy. I had to get used to introducing myself by my full-er name like Dad wanted. And I had to go.

"I really gotta go, and sorry for running into you," I said in a rush, but as I tried to shove past a click sounded and the lights turned off, all at once.

"Blackout," a dozen people said, including yours truly. I cursed under my breath. At least now I could think straight.


((Is that okay? And the reason this was written so immaturely was because Chris is like that.))