Elysian Requiem

01

"You're late Ms. Heroux,"

No shit sherlock.

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at the instructor and just bowed at her. "Kids these days don't know how precious time is," she grumbled. I sat by my usual spot—the back corner overseeing the whole class and the instructor continued her orientation. "Overslept?"
A voice said in my head. I looked around the room for who it was but was relieved to see it was just one of the people I trusted — Ambrose. He was one of the people my family greatly trusted since the war. It was quite rare for either parents to trust anyone at the moment but I'm glad they chose to do so.
"Also Heroux, really?" he said and I shrugged at him.
"Dunno, it was last minute for them," I replied back.
"What's the name you'll go by this time?" He asked.
"Cora. Cora Heroux," I said.
"Pfft what the hell? That's lame. Even your real name sounds cooler," he replied.
"Okay then Ambrose Bevyn, humor me," I retaliated.
"Hey! Don't taint my name like that, especially when you say it like that tsk," He said.
I looked at him and chuckled a bit.

"Mr. Bevyn, if you have a problem with my orientation you may step out of the classroom," the instructor said.  Ambrose looked at our instructor in defeat and sat there silently. "Yeah Mr. Bevyn if you have a problem step out of the classroom," I said, mocking him.
"Get out of my head Scar," he said.
"Will do Sir Bevyn," I said, chuckling.

At least this day wasn't going to suck that's for sure.

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Orientation as usual was boring, considering how I've gotten used to these things every time we moved places around the country. It was the same old — school rules, classroom rules, student body rules, those kinda crap. I usually never pay attention to these things and just focus on suppressing my catalyst, a practice I was given from a young age to avoid being detected by anyone. You see, from what I understood, it's not just showing your catalyst will determine what it is you possess but also your aura. Not a lot of people are capable of determining someone's catalyst just by their aura's but you can never be too sure these days. Though of course, I was a special case. A hybrid of two ancient catalysts that-are-not-even-possible-by-history-books, I was taught to hide my real aura. Thanks to my mom's power, it was possible for me to fake my aura and also my catalyst.
"Is it too late to back out from this school? It looks like its full of bullies," Ambrose said, pointing at a group of students surrounding another student. We both watched as the group of students pick on the other student. "From what I understood, this school is all about hierarchy," I said.
"Theres a low-class," I added, pointing at the student who was on the floor, being picked on. "The mid-class," I said pointing at the group of students on the proletariat. "And lastly elites, which I assume is the whole student council," I continued.
"You already did your homework huh," Ambrose said, nudging me.
"Hah! Did you know they base their student council by playing cards?" I said, nudging him back.
"Playing cards?" He asked with visible confusion plastered on his face.
"Yeah! Student president is King, vice-president is Queen, secretary is Jack, and their treasurer is the Ace," I added.
"Huh, interesting," he replied.
"I know right?" I said. I felt bad for the low-class student and wanted to step in, but I couldn't because of my catalyst. It was frustrating enough to know that the school had a hierarchy system built but knowing how they treat people solely because of their catalyst was beyond me. It definitely drove my knowledge of catalysts insane realising how the possession of powers shaped these people's egos.
To these people, the force and power of your catalysts determines your class. "Hey, calm down. I know what you're trying to do Scar," Ambrose whispered. I didn't realise what I was doing until I looked at my hand. I quickly dispelled whatever I was thinking of and walked away with Ambrose.
I must've been staring too long at the scene in front of us that my power was itching to let loose and bring hell on this school.

"You're right, this school is full of bullies," I said to Ambrose.

"When will people realise that your catalyst will not determine you being powerful and mighty at all," he scoffed. I wanted to agree with him at some point. But to some certain degrees, it is the catalyst that will determine how powerful you are and how versatile it can be. There are catalysts that are not as versatile as other catalysts would be. For example, telekinesis. You can do a variety of things using this catalyst. A catalyst that wouldn't be of much help when in the battlefield is seeing the future. Sure it can determine the loses and victories, but in a hand to hand combat? You are better of working somewhere else where reading the future is a vital part.
"I'm betting my life that you can easily climb up the ranks in this school with your catalyst," Ambrose jokingly said.
"Hey don't say that out loud, someone might hear you," I replied back sarcastically. We both chuckled at the thought of it and just continued walking around the school's courtyard. "Hey check it out,"
A voice from behind us said, "Aren't these two nerds the new students from our class?" Another voice said.

I felt their aura's; one of them had speed, electricity, and wind manipulation. The electric person grabbed my wrist in a hastily manner, forcing me to face them. "Say, did they ever say what kind of catalysts they had?" The person with speed said. The wind and electric person shook their head. "Hah! Why don't we check right now?" The person with speed said, clearly powering up his catalyst in front of us.
"You know what to do, right?" Ambrose said to me through telepathy.
"Unless you have a better plan?" I replied back.
"Nah, pretty empty here chief," He said.

People were starting to crowd around us as the trio in front of us powered up their catalysts. Ambrose was powering up behind me as well. The electric person attacked first, sending his lightning streaks towards us. Unfortunately for him, Ambrose and I dodged it. His streak dispersed into thin air.
"See buddy, your mistake here is that I created a spatial space," Ambrose said, brushing off his hands, "The outside world won't be affected so," he continued with a smug on his face.

"Come at me with your best shot," he added, taunting the trio. I felt their aura's become filled with hatred and they were definitely fired up.

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