Vixen Academy Chapter 4

Well, I realized that I gave almost no information about his special abilities, except for briefly in the tournament. Soo....A little taste of his relationship will be in this chapter, as well as a description for his wonderful powers. :D

After class, I wind through a few hallways, expecting to find myself in my room. Instead, I smack right into a massive bulk of muscle, teeth, and skin. I look up to see a senior, who looks madder than I've ever seen anyone in my entire life.

"Hi!" I say, trying to keep him off me as I dart around his swinging arms.

No response. So typical. I dart around him, and when he swings, his fists a millimeter from my face, I pulse. My aura glows around me, and telekinesis, which only the stronger telepaths have, deals with him. After roughing him up a bit, I head down to the library, where I sit at a table, my leg bouncing up and down. Smack! I hit the table with my knee, and the sound resonates through the library. An angry librarian, who just happens to be a frost magi, freezes my foot in place, and begins to walk towards me.

"Crap!" I whisper to myself.

I try to think of a plan, and I get one. I concentrate on my frozen foot, and slowly rise into the air. I glide over the to the door, which thankfully was almost as tall as the building itself, and stop the telekinesis. A flashback instantly grips my mind upon using the telekinesis.

A moon is set in the sky, large, demanding the attention of all. I realize what this is. This is the day I discovered my powers. This is me. I hover outside of my own body as it runs through a corridor, guards on 'my' tail. One fires a gun, and I turn. The moon, shadowing my body, casts a sickly aura around me, and I throw my hands forward. The bullet surges backwards, hitting him right in the leg. I keep running. The scene soon changes to me in handcuffs. I struggle and bite at the hands trying to soothe me as I am held down for the inject that will 'save' me from myself. As the needle descends towards my throat, I relive every moment of my life, and recognize the 'supernatural' parts of it. My first toys all got stuck on the ceiling somehow. I always knew what my parents were saying. When I open my eyes, the needle is inches from the doctor's throat, and my handcuffs are on the ceiling, just like my toys. I imagine myself back in my room, when my toys fell on my toy train set, breaking it. When I open my hands, the handcuffs have broken the doors down.

"DEMON!" Some people shout at me as I run down a deserted street. I remember this, and very vividly. A single girl stands at the end of the street, waiting for me.

"Sara!" I yell at her, holding her closely in my arms.

"Yes, Will?" She asks me.

"I love you." Sara tells me.

"I love you too." And then we do something that most couples have done by their first date, which we never had. We kiss, like we never have. I hold her closely, and dream that someday, this pain will be over and it will just be me and her, alone, forever.

A slap awakens me from my daydream, and I realize Megan is trying to get my attention.

"Sara wants to go on a first date." She tells me.

"So do I, but I'm not sure we can!" I say to her.

"You have a four-day weekend from classes because of all the trainings for the other grades. Why not go take her somewhere fancy?" She says to me.

"I'm BROKE, that's why." I tell her.

"You do know the academy pays for whatever we do." Megan says, almost snottily.

"Err, no." I tell her. This complicates things. That was the easiest way out of doing this, our first date. I had dreaded it since we started dating. What if she hates me? What if my table manners aren't good enough?

"Well, then you're going." She says, and walks off.

About an hour later, I lay facedown in my pillow, trying to stop myself from bursting out in laughter while Peter does yoga. I finally can't hold it in, and begin to giggle uncontrollably.

"What's so funny, love boy?" He asks me.

"You, idiot." I say, a smirk on my face.

"Never seen a man do yoga?" Peter asks, throwing it in my face.

"Well, you're not a man, so no." I tell him, giggling again.

"Well, you're..." He says, again trying to think of a comeback. He looks to me, expecting some sort of help.

"I got nothing." I state, and go back onto my bed, trying to sleep.

A knock on our door wakes me from my half-slumber, and I get up and open the door. A sophisticated butler comes in, and looks at me disdainfully, as I am covered in crumbs and sweat from training, and the cookies Peter ordered from the cafeteria for a 'yoga snack'.

"What size suit are you, sir?" The butler says.

"Uh, what's it to you..?" I ask him, a little shocked.

"Megan Cathowin sent me here to get your suit size for your date at Café Boulanger." He tells me, with a surprised expression.

"I don't know, I'm like 6'1." I tell him. He then glares at me.

"That will do. Goodbye, monsieur," He shuts the door, and leaves.

"Why do all butlers speak French?" I ask Peter.

"Obviously they were all trained in only the finest of butlering schools in France." He says, as if this is common knowledge. I add another thing to my assumptions about Peter. He had a butler!

I then return to trying to sleep, and finally drift off. When I wake, I feel my hand in a cup of warm water. I get up, and look at my boxers, drenched in the same warm water, and see Peter filming the entire thing on his smartphone.

"Not cool." I say to him.

"Priceless!" He tells me.

I then walk over to a mirror, and see my face. A sharpie mustache and monocle are drawn all over it. I storm outside, and my hands glow. The phone flies to the top of the room, and cracks on the ceiling. I then drop my telekinesis, and it shatters on the floor.

"Enjoy." I say, and walk back to bed, collapsing in.