The Forgotten Youth

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The world has changed, lives have change, and molecular structures have changed. There is a silent whisper that talks about a school, a place that houses the different ones; kids’ who molecular structures have been changed. Here in this school children ranging from all ages are put in here to live the rest of their lives out. Some kids are demons, some with some mystical ability and some with both.

However the kids that live there at first thought that their parents where putting them into a boarding school. In the end, they soon find out the truth. They cannot leave this place; those that try are never heard from again. Here the kids are treated as prisoners.


What will happen to you?

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Alka woke up with a yell. This was very common for him. It seemed like the darkness that haunted his dreams came again. This time Alka was watching the sisters he once had being raped. No matter how much he yelled the guards just kept going. It was common in this shit hole. He knew that this will never happen to them because they were not like any of the people in here. The bad dreams only seemed to come when he didn't think of them for a while. The guards in this place were low life scum. They like to see us as animals that can be raped and beaten upon. This was not a place for the faint of heart. It wasn't just the females that got the bad treatments it was also some of the males. Alka was to strong like the others that are untouched by the Guards. The weak were prayed on like small rabbit's in a den of wolves. Even if Alka knew what he just had was a dream it still shook him. He did look at some of the girls as sisters. The dream was part in his head and part in his life. Alka used his powers to cool off his body that must have had a fever.

It took a while for Alka to collect himself and get out of bed. He shared a room with a guy that can control fire. Alka found this ironic, When they both slept the room would go from ice cold to as hot as the sun depending on who was having the worst bad dream. Alka didn't care much for the guys name and they didn't talk much. He seemed like the quite book worm type. The fire starter also had a red hot temper on him. Alka slipped into a old robe that he had since he came here. The sleeves were to short now and it was up to his knees now. Alka has been here for two years. Hes attempted to escape once. That was a dark day he will never forget. He sat on his bed but didn't want to think of it now. Alka noticed a slight frost on the walls so he closed his eyes and thought of the frost. In his mind he saw it turn to steam and vanish in thin air. Alka opened his eyes and the temp in the room was back to normal. Well as normal as it could be. The two in the same room were a crude joke the Guards loved to play. They want to start drama but Alka and his room mate try not to notice each other.

After a while Alka got off his bed and walked to the door. He peeked down the hall way to make sure no one was watching him. It was early in the morning but Alka liked the showers to him self. He dashed across the hall way to the locker room. This place was an old school. The towns people just say it as a year round school but Alka and all that dwell here know that its not. The showers were located in the boys locker rooms. It was drafty and cold at this time but Alka had a way with water. As he striped off his clothes he made sure no one was coming and turned a shower that was at the end on. The shower never gave hot water another crude joke. Some boys had a way to get hot water like his room mate. Others would beg for hot water from the ones that could make it like that. Alka on the other hand hated that. This is why he would come in as early as possible.

As the water sputtered out of the hole in the wall Alka made it fly. It spun all the around the room and soon started to bubble. Hot steam started to fill the room and Alka moved to the middle. The 'students' here can use the gifts they had but many rules were set. Alka hated most of them so he didn't give them much thought. As the steam spin around him in a ball he took out his soap that was on a rope. As he washed up he herd a friend of his come in. He had the power to get in your head. Alka loved this because they would talk only in thought and not with voices. He said to Alka what he said everyday. "Beat me here again i see." Alka gave a slight smile and thought in his head. "The water called to me." Alka and his friend smile and gave slight nods. Alka shared his power with the other Male and the two soon finished up.

As Alka opened his locker after his shower he took out the outfit he liked the most. He put it on and when he walked out he herd people waking up. He walked down the hall way and soon ended up at the library. This was the place he spent most his time. He would find a book and sit in a place unseen by others. Like he always did he said hi to the library Guard. She was a older lady maybe 45-50. Alka would never dare ask her. Most of the time the Guards were mean and didn't take to much to talking to the kids. This one was silent and gave slight nods. As Alka walked over to pick out a book he frozen in place and looked at the kids section. He didn't normal do this but after his dream he couldn't help it. He picked out a book he always read to his sisters at bed time. It put a smile on Alka's face. In this place smiles were rare. As Alka found his usual spot between to big book shelves way in the back corner he opened the book at started to read.

The book wasn't very long so he finished it soon. When he closed it a few drops of water fell on the cover. Alka quickly wiped the rest from his face and held the book to his chest. He let out a big sigh and soon got up. He walked back to put the book away. He soon found its home and went out in search of a new one. This time he went to the other side were the books he normally read were located. He found a book and started to walk back to the other side. Before he started walking down the book shelves he saw a girl trying to wave him over. He saw her a few times in the library before but didn't pay much attention to her. Something made him walk over to her and said with a soft tone "What you want?"

Logos Dextra seemed to have never gotten a good night’s rest. His eyes were red as he tried to close them once more before knowing that he must get up. He felt that the room was rather cold, to cold for his taste but he really didn’t mind. He could tell that the boy was having a bad dream, yet he dared not to interrupt, knowing hi might get a blast of this boy’s powers. Logos, himself, was busy reading a book. Quietly he sat on his bed as the words ran into his mind form the pages. He sat like this for a while. Soon the room was quiet as his room mate had left. Sighing he soon stood up from the bed and made his way down the hall. He soon walked over to the hall that was heavily guarded. He felt so sorry for the kids that had to stay here.

Kids with powers to get them out of here that couldn’t be controlled very well by the guards. You could tell who they were by the bracelets around their wrists. These bracelets seemed to keep their powers to a minimum, so as to stop them from escaping and such. Shaking his head he could see that rainbow headed girl walking out of one of the rooms. He didn’t know if he should do anything at the moment, so he headed off down another hall.

Walking around he soon made it to the exercising room, or the gym. He looked at who was there and then walked over to the side of the gym and leaned up against the wall. He soon slid down and sat down on the floor.

Amber Love-Rose RayMater groaned as her dreams started to enclose her mind with visions of many different things. Though many were not to be remembered she couldn’t help but o never forget them. She opened her eyes to see her rooms. The soft colors, the comfy bed, the fluff like couch and her brand new computer are just illusions to the outside world. However to her there are there when she is alone but gone just as soon as she hears the jingling of the keys to unlock her door. Sighing she stood up slowly, still tired, heading over to the dresser, she looked into the mirror. Groaning she saw that her hair made what looked like a squirrel had attacked it. She laughed softly as she picked up the comb and brush, trying to get her hair back to being straight. She has naturally straight hair so it was easy for her to get the style that she is normally seen in. Her rainbow colored hair, everyone knew her for that. It was so noticeable, but she really didn’t care. She loved it and that was all that was needed.

Looking around, Amber sighed sadly as she could only wear this stupid tank top (black) and a black pair of old, ripped, and stained skinny-like jeans. She wished she could have more colorful outfits but these people, these guards wouldn’t let her. Soon she could hear the jingling of keys, gasping she looked around her room and closed her eyes, opening then to what looked like a mental instate/prison room. A bed that was the worst on earth, a small mirror with a desk and chair. There was on little light that lit the room as the door finally opened up.

Amber looked down as the guard came in. He yelled at her to get out into the hall and head over to the food hall for breakfast. Amber bowed her head and then walked to the place he wanted her. Looking around, she scanned the room for some other kids that she knew, but she just couldn’t see any at the moment. She sighed and then walked over to the kitchen counter and held out her hands. The woman behind the counter soon handed her a try with a plate on it. On the plate consisted of weird looking eggs and beacon. A cup of orange juice was there on the tray as well.

Amber soon looked around again and sat down at a table that was half empty. She looked around and smiled softly. These kids were like her, special in different ways. She propped her head up on her arms, glancing quickly down at the bracelet around her arm. Looking at it she glared. This thing caused her to not be able to use her powers to their fullest ability. She hated it so much but soon pushed it out of her mind.

Amber spent several minutes shoving down her food as the guards watched her. She was always was crept out by them, as she stood up their eyes just followed her. She wanted to find a way to get out of here and get some place where they won’t find her. Smiling, almost smirking, she soon dumped her plate and then dropped down to the floor. She changed into a cat, rainbow cat, and soon made her way to the door and into the halls, out of the eyes of the guards. Changing back into a girl she ran down the halls and into the library.

Making her way to the fairytale/fantasy section she soon pulled out an old fairytale book, opening it to her old spot she began reading it again. Soon finishing the short story in the giant book, she put it back and soon spotted that blue-ice-eyed boy. She had seen him in this library a few times before but never said anything to him. Soon however she found herself waving to him, trying to get his attention. Soon he was walking to her. She never thought that that would happen but it did. She smiled softly and bowed her head, putting her hands behind her, so as to hide the bracelet on her wrist. She knew that bracelet meant and didn’t want to lose a possible friend because she was in a higher security place, a higher watching place. A higher guard person, one who is watched almost 24/7; it’s more like 23/7. She gets one hour to herself for girl things like a shower and restroom things. She sighed softly as he was soon in front of her. When he spoke she couldn’t help but to have chills running down her spine. "Um, nothing really, I just have seen you here a lot and just wanted to say hi." She looked around with her eyes, just making sure that the guards didn’t follow her into the library, she hoped they would never come in here.

Quinten Delany Kostello was laying in his room, the nightlight in the corner of the room keeping the place to be completely dark. He had recently started attending this new place, strange and foreign to him. Sighing, the boy bit his lip. All night long, he had not slept, tossing and turning of the visions that came every time he closed his eyes. He kept recounting the scene where he became a murdered. He was cold and afraid, not wanting to think of himself as the killing person he had accidently became. He knew that it was not on purpose, and he tried his best not to be hard on himself, but alas, he couldn't help his mind wandering. He was here to stay out of the cold grasp of the law, not just because of his powers that got him into trouble in the first place.

Quinn, as he preferred to be called, was using his powers to draw. One side of his mind was raising the paper and pencil, while the other was making the pencil move to create some form of art. Of course, it didn't have to make much sense. why would it? All of his drawings had a dark undertone of sorrow and regret, bringing to life his shame and desire to make things different. He didn't want to recount his past. Why would it not just leave him? As he drew, he hummed to himself a song that his mother once used to sing to him, before she realized he was a freak. It was almost soothing, but he knew that it would not make him feel better for long.

Tossing himself up from the bed, he mentally turned the lights on and walked himself over to the dresser which held all his close. His dark hair was lightly tousled, falling by his face in dark, loose curls. His vivid blue eyes, which he inherited from his mother, reflected into the mirror and he stared back at himself. Slowly pulling out the drawer, he grabbed the first shirt on top. It was a white and yellow stripped tank, something he had had for as long as he could remember. It was passed down to him from his first foster family. Next, he closed the drawer and used his hand to bring a pair of jeans from a neatly folded pile of jeans on the floor to him. They were dark wash, but faded heavily in the target areas, in which his joints moved. He got these jeans for his last birthday, but that didn't matter to him. As long as they fit.

He put the clothes on, watching his body in the mirror. His skin was pale and dry in appearance, but it was always well moisturized. He seemed to have an inability to tan, it seemed. But no, he had some color on his face, neck, and arms. His skin wasn't bad looking, but rather the body it was on. In his opinion, Quinn was boney, yet overweight. Of course, if one were to ask a doctor, they would clarify that as a false thought. In actuality, he was thin and fit. sure, he was a little too skinny in some places, bones jutting out from his body slightly, but his self conscious feelings always took over his mind.

Taking his eyes from the mirror, he walked to the bed and grabbed the navy blue blazer from the bedpost, followed by his black and grey messenger bag. The bag contained a few books and a swiss army knife or two. He always had things with him to make sure he was protected if he needed to fight and his powers wouldn't quite cut it. He opened the bag, peering inside for a moment before tossing the pen and paper in as well. He wanted it with him in the event that he was stricken with some inspiration to add to the piece. Not like that ever happened, but Quinn liked to be prepared.

Exiting the room, closing the door and shutting the lights off behind him, the boy made his way down the corridor and towards the library, where he planned to catch up on some reading in the solace and well lit room. Reading in the dark tended to give him a headache. Plus, the library had better colored pencils, and he had the urge to color something bright. He walked for what seemed like a short time, and entered the library quietly. Two others were already there and he went and sat within a relative distance of them. He didn't want to be close enough to over hear them, but yet close enough that they could talk to him if they so chose.

Alka looked at the girl and sat down. He seen her around a few times before. She was always under watch. He believed she could change her form. There wasn't Meany like her and most of them were never seen of again because it was easy for them to try to escape. No one has ever made it out alive. Her put his hand on the table and made a ice rose for her. He picked it up and held it out. When she reached for it it vanished in thin air. "Sorry! You know the rules. No gifts that include powers."]Alka sat with his eyes on the door.

When Alka looked at the door after he spoke he saw a guy walk it. He seen him around but never knew what his 'gift' was. Alka thought it would be funny to play a joke on him. He put his hand out to the side of the table and made frost on the guys shoulder. This wasn't the first time Alka done this. It was his way of saying some one is giving the cold shoulder. Alka smiled at the girl and waited for them to respond to this.