School for the Supernatural

Chapter 7

My face was warm and quickly turned red from embarrassment. The guy I had just met handed me a bottle of water which I gladly accepted. I mumbled a thanks. If it was even possible, this guy was even better looking than the other. We looked at each for a while until I smiled a small awkward smile and he must have figured this was wierd.

He snapped out of his daydream and seemed to be trying to find something to say. "So, you're a new student?"

"Yup, that's right." I pursed my lips.

"What can you do?" He asked.

"Do?"

"You know, like your... power."

"Oh. I don't have one."

He scrunched his eyebrows together. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Same as the rest of you guys, getting an education." He laughed.

"That's why you think we're here?"

"Why else?" I didn't think it was funny.

"So the government can keep tabs on us. If we are here we aren't out causing trouble in the real world."

"The government knows about you?"

"Indirectly. I doubt that democratic chimp in office knows what those papers he's signing are for. He probably just assumes it's for keeping potentially dangerous kids locked up. You know how he feels about terrorism."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"What could that guy do?"

"What?" His face scrunched up.

"The guy who was just in here. What are his powers?"

He cracked a smile. "He's an incubus. They feed on the sexual energy of others. You felt aroused because of pheromones. It's how he suduces his victims. That cheater, all I have to do is look at a woman and she's mine."

My eyes widened. I didn't say anything. All I did was swallow. The man before me continued to smile and cocked his head to the right.

"What are you?" I asked. His smile dropped.

"I'm the devil's son." Then he smiled deviously.

"The devil? Lucifer?"

"Yup. That's pops." He paused. "Although I've never met the bastard."

I nodded my head, not knowing what else to say.

"You know, it has been a while since I've left this hell hole. It's been a while since I've seen the sky. Wanna get outta here?"

"Sure. Why not? I'm already super late to class, I might as well skip."

"I have a sick ride locked up somewhere. We should go get it."

"Okay. Where is it?" For some reason the man before me absolutely fascinated me. I needed to know everything about him.

"It's just across campus in an old abandoned shed."

He led me out a different way than the way I came down. There was an entire labyrinth of tunnels in the basement of that place. The man whose name I forgot to ask for led me through tunnel after tunnel, it was then I realized that the tunnels must have ran through a lot more that just the school. I'm guessing they ran through several acres of forest.

We walked through the stingy underground tunnels for only a minute before the guy infront of me was whistling. He was actually a really good whistler. I believe he was whistling Free Bird. He stopped infront of me and I almost ran right into him.

I followed after him when he started up a rusty old ladder attatched to the walls. He pushed open a hatch and pulled himself through, holding the hatch door up he waited for me to come through.

We were right outside an old medal shed locked by an old padlock. The guy kicked his way in with worn biker boots.

"Here she is." He gently grabbed the handle bars to his motorcycle. It looked super powerful. "Let's ride to hell!" He looked at me and gave a devilish smirk.