Ace Wyatt
Ace Wyatt is not ready, no sir. Not for the Hecate Testing. Ace has worry and that's it. Not even his dad trying to distract Ace with the newest model of Tesla can distract him. His mum won't let go off his hand and his dad is still and silent.
The three of them sit like that for what must be a half hour in this small black painted room. It smells of fresh paint as if it was recently done. It made sense with the fact that the idea for the Hecate Academy had only occurred recently when some vigilante super hero in Australia had managed to infiltrate and blow up a hostel submarine with the ease of taking a drink.
The whole of the world had gone a little crazy and all of a sudden supers in Russia and China we're being spirited away to who knows where. India, France and England had constructed some sort of academy in France and has rounded up the supers and sent them there.
Canada, U.S. and Australia had quickly formed a pact to oppose the France academy and built an academy somewhere in the U.S. undisclosed of course. So now each school in Australia, U.S. and Canada where required to test their students at the age of sixteen.
The smell of must in the air made Ace give a quick sneeze before he returned to his former position of frozen statue. Footsteps muffled by the door across the room. The three of them all looked straight at the door like an animal caught in the headlights of a car.
The door clicked open and in the room stepped one of the new S.A.D.S. (Superpower Armed Defense Soldiers). The woman gestured for Ace to stand and for him to follow her out of the room. Ace looked once back at his parents who both watched with something akin to fear and worry.
Then Ace was gone out of the room, away from his parents and with the stiff backed S.A.D.S woman who looked at him once before walking quickly through the halls towards some unknown location in this maze of rooms.
As they walked he tried to keep track of the turns and flights of stairs they took. Right, right, left, down two flights of stairs, right, down three flights of stairs, left, left, right, right. All the while they walked they met no one else, not another soul walked through the halls. Placed evenly every ten metres was a door exactly the same as the last one.
Ace was beginning to wonder if the S.A.D.S woman even knew where they were going, even if she did how was she going to tell which door was the right one? So immersed in these thoughts Ace didn't notice that there was whispering and the noises of... children.
His guide came to a stop and he came out of his reverie to see a hallway full of kids, all of which looked to be a similar age to himself, most of them seemed oblivious to his arrival, chatting and playing with friends, but many did notice him and seemed to be scrutinizing him with an intent that unnerved him.
"Wait here." She said, her voice gruff and uninterested.
Ace pushed his sweaty fingers nervously through his brown hair before he obliged and took his place next to a boy who's legs bounced up and down as if they only thing he wanted to do right now was run and run a lot.
The boy gave him a huge grin and flung his hand out nearly hitting Ace in the process.
"Heyo, names Hugo." He gestured to the boy at his shoulder who gave Ace a cold nod. "This is my brother Onjo."
Ace gave a weak smile to the two of them and after a slightly awkward second of silence, Ace reached out and shook Hugo's outstretched hand. Hugo looked at as if to see if he would introduce himself.
Ace's face went slightly red and he threw up a quick greeting in sign language, Hello my name is Ace, nice to meet you. Or at least that was the end result. Hugo looked confused and so did Onjo. A voice met Ace's ears, "He's saying hello, his name is Ace and that its nice to meet you." Onjo and Hugo turned and made space for a huge boy who looked like a basketballer next to skinny Hugo and small Onjo.
