The Fortunate 7: The Journey Begins

Prologue

Author's Note: I'm sorry for posting this message late. This story contains some adult themes, language, violence, and elements of LGBTQ. Viewer Discretion Advised if this does make you uncomfortable. Now, on with the story!

The bell rings, kids in graduation gowns and caps pouring out with their suitcases in tow into the dark night. So excited for what awaits them out of the school, no more learning any of the boring stuff and finally out and about into the real world. Now that they know how to hide, it's no more school for them.

Cloaque's Boarding School for the Unusual, where the Abnormal Children are taught to hide their powers. The world looks upon Abnormals and Abnormal tykes as freaks of nature, where those like Cloaque's Boarding School understand and try to help the children live a long and normal life. To have powers is to be feared, and anyone not human is to be executed.

That is what the children are taught most of their lives.

Of course, the massacres ended 5 years ago. But still, there is fear due to some people dedicated to having a normal human-world and wanting all Abnormals dead. Of course, not everyone can have their mind changed.

A group of seven look down from the rooftop, the moon starting to set above the town buildings as they gather and sit on the edge except for one black-haired boy with cat ears, wings, and a cat tail as he leans on the edge of the building and looks over the sea of graduates, the sea of colors among the dark blue gowns and caps spewing out to bring out the life within the night. A lot is on his mind; mostly important things, things that he's thought a lot about since he arrived at the boarding school.

He thought about his brother, his friends, and his brother's friends, and his memories that he had acquired over the years. All the thoughts in the world, and only one sticking to his mind. One that he has no choice but to go through, and can't ever turn his back on.

He knows that it has to be done...who else will, if not him?

"Hey Raven!" A green haired boy asks, the black-haired Neko boy with black-and-silver feathered wings not breaking his gaze from the students down below, "Whatcha doing over there? C'mon, have a seat!"

"He's probably wondering what he's gonna have when he graduates," a brown-haired teen boy sitting across from the green-haired boy says, "I know what I'll be doing, though. I'm gonna have me a nice juicy roast-beef sandwich and have a swim in the river!"

"Man," a red-haired teen girl comments with a laugh, "you and your meats Tristan! I'm surprised that you haven't turned into an animal yet!"

"I'm just saying!" Tristan chuckles with his hands raised, "I can't wait to get some decent food once we leave this place!"

"I agree with Tristan," a blonde-haired boy admits with a smirk, "if they made the food at least somewhat appetizing, I'd probably never wanna leave."

"Well Joan," a red-haired boy says with a southern drawl, "if y'all ever come up to the mountain where my ranch is, I can assure ya you'll have the juiciest steak you've ever eatin' in your life!"

"Gee Tibbs," a Blue-haired girl says, "you must know how to cook very well."

"Nothin' to it Celia," Tibbs states proudly, "it all depends on how you cook yer steak!"

"Man," the green haired boy says once again, "I can't wait until we all see each other again and hang out!"

"That might be a while Skye," Raven says, in which the group of children look over at their friend facing the water, "especially since this is my last night here."