Ambition Is Critical (Not accepting/Started)

I sat cross legged on the bench picking at me food, resting my cheek in my hand. I jumped suddenly when someone appeared right by me, Twyla - the closest thing I had to a friend.

"You are wanted" She said in a semi-serious tone, I looked up and raised my eyebrows for a explanation. "Ya'know that Phillip guy? The one who keeps getting put in the Cell and goes on about that group who approached him because they thought the world was going to end about three years ago?" I squited my eyes in attempt to figure out what she was saying - she had super speed, I was yet to figure out if that affected her speech or she could actually just speak that fast.

"The one most people think should be locked up like, forever because they think he's going to become the next Hitler because of that syrum thing?" I didn't mind him that much, Twyla nodded.

"Yeah well, that company?" She reminded. "That's who wants you - room 78"

I looked at her wide eyed, and she motioned for me to get going - excited for the gossip that would come of this. I jumped from the seat and wondered around the school for room 78, thinking about how I was sure there wasn't even 78 rooms.

I opened the door slowly, inside sat a tall woman - her friendly smile was terrible faked. She motioned to a chair across from her, nervously I sat down.

"Nixon Harlow, am I right?"

I nodded.

"Interesting family background" She taunted. I bit my lip, and looked down. "How do you do so well in school?" She asked.

"Doing my work passes time quicker than sitting around thinking about how much I hate it here" She looked interested at my detest, cocking her head to the right.

"Well...surely, you could put them to sleep or make them believe they're in a desert" There was something about this woman, I was sure what it was - but it pissed me off.

"What? And get put into School Prison? Heard it's worst than Alcatraz down there" I mumbled.

"So you hate it here?" She asked, I looked her in the eyes with an expression that read 'isn't that obvious?' "Well - you can get out if you help us"

Eden Edison~

For some reason, something about the M-Theory fascinated me. Its mathematical elegance and its simplicity was alluring and I was sure that because its structure was so rhythmic, almost musical, that there was a way to both test it and confirm it. This facility, Harefield High, only felt like home because of the impressive labs and libraries that were spread around the campus. Though the chemistry students were protective of most laboratory space, the kinetics room was entirely mine as it was too sparse for most researchers but perfect for me.

I slowly turned on all of the lights, bathing in the energy that they gave me. I closed my eyes and felt photons bouncing around the entirely white washed room, ready to spend another few hours attempting something that seemed to me, so basic. Why couldn't I achieve this simple photon-photon scattering? The theory stated that this scattering could create particles in a vacuum and this was one of the keys to proving the M-Theory.

I sat down in order to focus, trying to clear my mind but my concentration broke when I thought of my twin brother. I could still feel Adam's bright red eyes staring at me from when I stepped into the car, those months ago, that would take me to Harefield. His small smirk that told me that he was not finished, he had only just begun - that he would make sure I would never forget him. Though his powers were as similar to mine as his DNA, his interests were in destruction, not creation and I was afraid of what he would do without me to keep him in check.

I left the Kinetics lab disappointed. I started to run, knowing it helped calm me when, lost in my thoughts, I ran into someone, knocking them to the ground. I looked up and then into the eyes of a glaring dark haired girl who jumped to her feet and backed me into fence. I recognized her as Senka, or Dark Heart as she was sometimes known, a girl who I competed with for Academic honors but otherwise did not associate with. I had always wondered what would happen if we had ever been pitted against each other in a fight. Would it be as a classic light vs. dark battle, a stalemate?

"Sorry," I said quickly, using a bit of light energy to move her away from me. The burst of light I generated was much larger than I had expected and it hit her much harder than I had wanted.

"Oh really?" she narrowed her eyes and gave a me a slow smirk, "If that's the way you want to play, Polaris."

She moved to attack and I braced myself, wondering what I had just gotten myself into.

Burns,

I laugh as my friend Mark, who is a shape changer, morphs into a goldfish and plops into his glass of water. He swims around a bit, and then jumps out, shifting back into his familiar, shaggy blond self.

"What on earth are the benefits of turning yourself into a goldfish?" I snort, as we both get up from the table, Mark shaking water out of his hair.

"Defense," Mark shrugs, "If I ever need to make a quick water getaway."

"Yeah, unless there's a bigger fish in the water," I say, "Well, I've got Advanced Teleportative Theory next. Ugh, see you after class."

We wave goodbye, and when I turn around I run into someone. Jeez, they must have been standing, like, five inches from me. I'm so startled, I teleport back a few feet. I click my tongue and listen carefully. It seems that she is a woman.

"Can I help you?" I ask suspiciously. The woman is standing very still.

"Isadaemus Burns?" She asks in a clipped tone.

"It's just Burns," I say, "What do you want?"

"Come with me," she says, and, against my better judgement, I do. We walk down corridor after corridor, go up two flights if stairs, and end up at room 235, which has been unused for as long as I've been at Harefield. The woman opens the door and wee walk inside. She sits at the desk in the middle of the room, pulling out a file from a cabinet as she does.

"Your hero identity?" The woman asks. I roll my eyes.

"You know my real name, why don't you know that?" I say, but I can tell that she just keeps looking at me. I sigh, "Psyche."

She keeps reading the file, and tuts at something, "You are an orphan, and blind."

I redden slightly, "Yeah, what's the problem?"

She lets out a sigh, "We had hoped for someone with a stronger background, but you are the strongest telekinetic we've seen in a long time, and your skills will undoubtedly be necessary in the coming struggle."

I look up sharply, "What struggle?"

She lets out a short bark of a laugh, "That is the question, isn't it? We don't know, but it's coming, and we will need you, Isadaemus."

"Burns," I mutter.

"Are you willing to join our cause?"

"Who is 'we'?" I ask.

"None of your concern. Will you join, or not?"

I think about the Teleportative Theory essay that I didn't write.

"I guess it will pass the time, at the very least," I sigh, and I can almost hear the look of smug success on her face.

Daniel Nero

I frowned in concentration. This wasn't right. I flicked back and forth across drawings, schematics and charts depicting the human body. This wasn't right. I gazed down at my wooden puppet, and bent over the metallic knee joint. Moving the lens down, I scrutinized the small incisions made in the brass, mimicking human ligaments. Delicately, I tried to bend the limb. It creaked. Damn.

The aether-light flickered, spawning shadows. Grumbling, I snapped my fingers. The light brightened. Guess that's another thing I'll have to fix.

Some time later, I heard someone knock on the door.

I jumped, alarmed, then realize it was nothing dangerous. "Oh, uh... come in."

A serious-looking woman walked in, wrinkling her nose. She then took a closer look at my room and her eyes widened. Dan glanced guiltily at the human models, pickled organs sitting in jars, sparking at random intervals, the contraptions that must have looked like torture instruments to those who didn't know what they looked like.

"Daniel Nero?"

"That's me."

"Hero name?"

"Mephistopheles." I didn't know what this woman wanted, but I'd seen her walking around school complexes, asking some of us similar questions. New protocol or something, maybe?

"You're the only alchemist in the school. You'd aid us well in the coming conflict."

"Who is us? And what conflict?"

The woman smiled dryly. "I'm afraid I can't answer either of those questions. If you join us however, we may have some."

"I won't join something which even hides its name," I said. "Besides, I don't like conflict. Now excuse me, I have class."

I walked past her, the woman speechless.

Only later did I realize I had forgotten my books, but no way was I going back there.

Name: Salvador Degas

Age: 19

Superhero Name: Script

Superhero Power: Anything he draws can be brought to life. Anything he writes can be manifested into reality.

Description:

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Dark brown hair, one green and one brown eye, 6"1, lean build. He has a tattoo of a paintbrush on his neck and a pain pallet on his left shoulder blade.

Personality: Sal is a shy kid, preferring the company of his paints and sketchbooks to real people. He's very poetic, artistic, and imaginative. He's sweet and kind, but awkward in social situations. Once he opens up people are usually entranced by his colorful mind.

History: Salvador was born blind. He couldn't see anything until he turned nine years ago, even though this is true Salvador has been drawing since he could hold a pencil. He didn't figure out about his powers until he was nine when he woke up one day, opened his eyes, and saw his black and white world with his painting, hung up about the room by his mom, shining in bright colors. He knew he was different. He just knew.
When Sal was blind he couldn't see what he was drawing, of course, but his brain knew what it wanted to manifest and through touching certain objects he could draw the lines of that object out in his head. Same when for concepts, he got his mother or father to explain to him something like the ocean (a vast mass of water, waves crash onto the sandy shore, sandy as in ground up rock, etc.) and he could picture it and draw it. Even though he can see now, he still uses the "touch technique".
Salvador first brought a painting to life at the age of eleven. It was a picture of a jar of flowers for his mom for mothers day that he filled in with paints that he mixed himself. It was his first time using self-mixed paints.

Flaws: He sometimes goes blind and when he can see it's not in the way that normal people can. Salvador sees the world in shades of black and white, his eyes can not see color in anything but paint. It's up to him to add color to his world with his mind. The only paint colors he can see are those he uses himself. So he can see the color of his pictures only, and can only see the paints that he mixes himself.

Specific Weapon?: He doesn't know how to use any weapons.

Theme Song: Flowers Are Red- Harry Chapin

Up For Love?: Yes.

Other: He has a photographic memory.

Salvador Degas

(Hope this is okay, I really don't know how to come in.)

I saw the school and then I saw nothing. I jumped slightly as my world went dark, even though my sudden bouts of blindness have been occurring for ten years now - and I was actually blind for the other nine - it never failed to surprise me when the world just cut off. Quickly, I pulled out my traveling drawing pad and took a pencil from behind my ear. I drew a picture of a dog and a leash, wrote big on the top of the paper, and ran my fingers over the page. I felt the drawing lines shift and ripple and before long I heard the sound of barking.

I barely got a glimpse of the school before my vision went out, so I couldn't capture the pathway in my mind.

"Lead my to the dorms," I told the dog, and as I heard it's nails click as it walked on the concrete I followed the sounds.

"I don't think you're allowed to have dogs here," someone called off to my right. I turned towards them and smiled.

"I'm a bit blind at the moment, so you'll have to forgive me."

Senka Nero - Dark Heart

Polarius made my blood rush, light always bothered me, and always will. I had competed against her hardly able to keep up with her brain when my brother trumped her, he was always the smarter one, but I moved at her fingers curled fists shacking, I jabbed at her and missed, a few more times as my moves flowed like water, but her agile body and eye for detail kept up with how I was going to move, I go in for a round house kick, she ducks, I transform my roundhouse kick into a sweep, getting low to the ground and trip her and put her onto the ground. I bring a leg all the way up, my fighting mind never knowing when to stop, I brought my heel down hard, but she rolls out of the way, and my heel hits the ground hard. I curse as it hits, I was invulnerable like some others maybe. But I nursed my heel, I looked at her and she kept her distance, I was growing more irradiated as this went on. I summon the darkness around me, in the shadows of the school. The light bulbs slowly went, pop, pop, pop. One by one, darkness increased shadows and darkness began to consume the school, and my power increasing at an alarming rate for most people.

"Light is limited while darkness is infinite!" I said confidently.

She began to back up staying under light as they each popped from the darkness that consumed the light bulbs, just as the last light bulb popped from the darkness, she pulls something out and just as darkness finally overtook her, it saved her life. I growled angrily as I tried to figure out what she was using to generate light, but that's when she began tossing the stones out. small stones that generated a lot of light, and it chased off the darkness that had consumed the hallway and school. I closed my eyes and looked away reluctantly releasing my power, as each light stone got closer and closer.

"Don't like the light do you?" She asked.

The hallway was entirely illuminated in light, and my powers defeated, no undead to bring back here. So that was useless, and if I don't know who she likes I can't amp her feelings for that person. I cursed to myself, I had to retreat to the darkness and regroup and plan on how to go about this. But it's over now as teachers and security arrive finally breaking everything up, I hated how clever Polarius was.

Exi-Echo

Exi drummed her fingers against her desk impatiently. She probably had one of THE most useless talents in the entire school. But that was okay, because she was clever, and she knew how to use them. She wore headphones at all times, specialized for her and allowed in the classrooms so she didn't go insane with the noise constantly circulating. Still, she could hear better than most in her class.

That was why she heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. A few others turned their heads down toward the door. That was disappointing, Philosophy was one of her favorite classes. Especially concerning Good and Evil as they so often talked about. It was a fine line to walk, and she especially had to be careful, concerning the villain in her bloodlines.

The door handle clicked open, and she brought her hands to remove her headphones, but the slip part an onslaught of sound, attacking her eardrums. Would she ever stop making that mistake?

"Exi Sovers?" A female voice called out from the doorway. Exi just rolled her eyes and raised her hand lazily. "Present."

"Come with me. Don't argue." The sharply dressed woman instructed. Exi looked at her weird and the teacher nodded her out. Exi grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder.

"So, um, where exactly are we going?"

"To join the rest." She answered simply. In response Exi raced a hand through her thick short hair, her wrist cuffs ruffling the unruly strands beyond their current disorder.

"And if I don't want to?"

"Do you want to leave?"

"Yes."

"Then you want to."

She followed silently then, with a small smile. So she would get to leave, hopefully alive, but either way worked for her. She opened the door the woman instructed her to, a few others were already there.

"So, um, hi."

And the door slammed shut behind her.

Eden~

I took a deep breath as remnants from the light energy were still reflecting off the walls. A tired looking teacher glared at Senka as he yelled at her to get to class and rolled his eyes. I knew he thought the fight was her fault as everyone blamed anything negative she was involved in on her, given her past. I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her, but that feeling disappeared quickly enough as I righted my tangled hair and remembered her sudden brutality. Maybe the people who resented her had a point.

I continued to my next class, thinking about the Teleportative Theory essay I had spent so much time on. It was fascinating really, how particles interacted with the fourth dimension in different ways. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"My original information had stated that you preferred to stay out of conflict. How fortunate that it was wrong. Walk with me," a sleek and stiffly dressed woman stated as she directed me from behind.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again. Am I in trouble?" I had never been sent to Isolation, the rooms that they used to discipline the students, and I was not interested in acquiring a record.

"We're all in trouble," she pursed her lips and I followed her down a dark corridor. "Polaris. Eden Edison. You're quite an interesting case. We were not originally going to ask you to join us, given your supposed pacifist inclinations and your remaining ties to your brother, but today we can see that you have something that I'm sure would balance the group, and balance is what we need to succeed against them."

"Them? What's going on?" I turned to look at her, trying to read her face, when she opened a door and swiftly pushed me into a room.

"Please wait here. You will be briefed momentarily," she stated. I heard her heels click back down the hallway and I turned to look at the others who were there. They were all people who excelled and got top marks in their classes or were highly proficient in controlling their powers. I recognized Burns, someone who I had done research for the Teleportative Theory project with and I moved to stand next to him.

"How long have you been here for?" I asked him, trying to gauge how long this process had been going on and maybe formulate a hypothesis regarding our situation.

Angel, Nightwalker


Sometimes I like to just be alone, but no one seems to understand that. It was my break hour and I was just about to open my sketch pad to draw when a lady walks up to me. I look at her, waiting for her to speak.

“Are you Angelica Morrow?”

“Yeah,” I answer, I don't think I've ever seen her around school. Maybe she was a new teacher.

“Come with me,” she orders. I stand up and begin to follow her down a hallway. Well, at least whatever she wanted would help pass the time.

We walk down many different hallways until, she leads me inside a room and tells me to sit down.

“Your hero name?”

“Nightwalker.”

“How do you like Harefield so far?”

I shrug, “It’s not bad.”

She just nods, her face impassive. What was this about? Was I in some kind of trouble? “Your power is very…unusual; we could really use someone with your talents.”

“What are you talking about?”

She then looks up from the file she was reading, “You heroes are so impatient, we will tell you when all of you have gathered.”

“Gathered? Where?”

“Come with me and I’ll show you,” She smiles.

(Ohhh. Okay.)

Salvador Degas

"I've been informed," the person replied, from their voice I could not tell the gender yet. "You are needed. Please follow me, Mr. Degas."

"I don't make habits of following strange people, ma'am. You'll have to forgive my decline."

"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice, but coming along of your own free will would be less of a burden."

I wish I wasn't blind. I wanted my vision back. The dog next to me barked and I called it towards me before running my hand over it's stiff fur. I felt it disappear and faced where I thought the person was.

"I don't want any trouble."

"Neither do I. Follow me."

So I did.

The person led me into a room and I groped around pathetically from a chair. I could tell others were present, I could hear them. Finally my hand gripped something solid, straight back, cushioned. I sat down and looked straight ahead.

"Hello."

Burns,

I've been sitting in the room for about an hour now, and a few others come in, but we don't speak. At least, I don't, until Eden walks in. I'd know her footsteps anywhere. We both should be in Advanced Teleportative Theory right now, but instead, here we are.

"How long have you been here for?" she asks, standing next to me. I turn my head to approximately where she is.

"About an hour. The woman said that others were coming." I snort.

"Well, there are others here now," she points out.

"True," I sigh, "But she also promised explanations, and that definitely hasn't happened."

The door opens again, and someone else walked in, "So, um, hi," she says. It's Angelica Morrow, I believe. I've encountered her in some of my other classes. Not long after Angelica arrives, the door opens yet again. It's a guy, and his steps are slow and careful, almost as if...no, that can't be. Another blind guy?

"Hello," he says. I turn towards his voice.

"Hi," I smile, and click my tongue. There are about five people in the room thus far.

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|Phillip|
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Cold. Dark. Wet.
Something grabbed me.
Pulled me up out of the mire.
Brought me somewhere else.
Somewhere wrong.


Every night since they brought me here, it's been the same thing. I don't if it's the drugs, being back here, or just my own psychosis, but I can't get it out of my head.

Purple.
I almost jumped as someone else's thought crossed my mind for the first time in weeks. Whatever drugs they had me on seemed to impair my mind and powers along with it. The fact my powers were returning meant they were either decreasing my dosage or my body was adapting, maybe both.

The door to my cell opened and a tall man wearing an insignia I didn't recognize stepped inside.

"Stand up and walk towards the center of the room with your hands on your head. Briefing's about to start," he said. I tried to probe his mind, but only got a few disjointed syllables and a headache for my trouble.

I got up and moved towards him, he took a pair of handcuffs off his belt. As soon as he snapped the first cuff on my wrist I made my move. The metal edge of the cuffs struck him in the temple, dropping him like a rock. I quickly grabbed his handgun and made my way towards the door. As soon as I stepped out into the hallway someone opened fire, killing me instantly.

"So that's working again," I muttered to myself.

"Phillip Petrov, stand up and walk towards the center of the room with your hands on your head, I will not say it again."

He snapped the handcuffs on my wrists and led me to a room with five bored looking people seated in uncomfortable plastic chairs.
"Yay, highschoolers," I thought.

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I'm sorry this is short, I woke up late and I still have to get ready for a birthday meal

I sat in the room, my legs crossed. The next person to arrive was Phillip - who most obviously wasn't pleased.

We sat in silence until the last person arrived.

"As you know, you have all been summoned here because of you extrodinary talents" The stern woman adressed.

"Yeah, but what have we been summoned for?" Someone said, I wasn't sure who - but it was a girls voice.

"We're about to be attacked, someone is trying to take over this planet - and we need your help" She explained.

Oh god, this woman is crazy. I kept my mouth shut. "You will be taken to our training facility where you will be trained for whatever is about to come, you will be learnt a variety of skills - and if you want to come out of this alive, you better listen carefully"

Well, she didn't have to be told you cut right to the chase.

I saw some of my fellow students eye's glisten with excitment, I on the other hand wasn't so sure - though now, I had no choice in the matter.

Basically, if this crazy woman was telling the truth - I was probably going to die.

Senka Nero - Dark Heart

So after being lectured about fighting, and being evil, (I'm insulted!) and other things, they put some sort of cuffs and instantly, I knew I wasn't going to get out of these unless my brother came along with a few of his tools. So as the guards lead me down the hall until we finally came to a room, the door slides open and they toss me in the room with a bunch of other people. The first thing I notice is that Polarius is in here, of course they would be put me in a room with the person I was just fighting with. Idiot's. Anyways, they don't bother to remove there cuffs on me, I instantly turn around and look at them.

"Your not going to remove the cuffs?" I ask.

"Your to dangerous without them, were under orders to keep those on you until were told otherwise." The guard said.

The door slides shut and I get up and charge the door kicking it, but instantly kneel to the ground my leg hurting from slamming against the door.

"Oww." I moan to myself.

The room laughs at my misery, if these cuffs weren't on me, I'd give them something to laugh about, and then cry about once they start losing limbs. I stand and go sit over in a corner, seething in rage. I still remember dads words telling me to get control of my rage, bah, what does he know? He's never been sent off to some superhero school and was never laughed at or picked on because his parents were super villains, I wondered where Daniel was, maybe he could help me out of this and remove these stupid cuffs.