Resurrection - Fallen Cam - Vanilla

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It was shameful to find myself here, though it was equally expected. There wasn't much of a future for people like me.

When I was a child, and had first come to realize I was different, that I could do things others could not, I dreamt of becoming a superhero, of being a good guy, using my abilities to help people.

The people I had sought to help, had already labelled me, deciding I was to be one of the bad guys without giving so much as an inquiry to determine my intents, my values.

Schizophrenic

That's what they'd written on my file, before the judge stamped it and before I could even began to gather my thoughts, consider if maybe I really was crazy, I was on the steps of Sword and Cross Academy.

Reform school? It was laughable. I wondered what my parents would think. I wondered if they ever thought of me. I liked to imagine that they were good people, that they'd given me up because they wanted me to have opportunities they themselves couldn't provide for me.

In reality, it was probably because I wasn't normal, because I had these abilities and because... I was one of the bad guys.

I'd have taken the gloomy, foggy, forestry of Sword and Cross over the group home any day. As dilapidated as the grounds were, I was charmed by the gothic look; but I'd always loved old things.

Not all aspects of coming to Sword and Cross were negative. There was the promise of meeting new people, maybe making friends, although I knew that was likely to be far out the realm considering Sword and Cross was a place for "Special Cases".

I opened the grand door into the fluorescent-lit hallway with nothing to look back on. My old faithful canvas bag sat on my shoulder.

The inside of the building reassembled an old hospital, I could hear the faint echo of speech and resolved to follow it.

"Welcome to Sword and Cross. My name is Randy, and I will give you your orientation." I frowned, man or woman?

Two other students were huddled around the attendant, both looked... Like they should be in a place like this.

"Reds. Meds. Beds." I started to tune out. As a "special requirements" student I had no doubt I would be subjected to another introductory speech of my own.

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that?" Another fresh candidate said, emerging slowly from the hall.

The attendant was less than impressed, and choose to take it out on the remainder of the speech.

The girl didn't match the other two students, she was comparatively more normal looking, and dressed in non-regulation blue jeans. She looked shocked to find herself here.

"Dump your hazards."

Reluctantly I relinquished my phone, and my beloved flask. So much for drowning my sorrows.

The attendant drew things to a halt as a police car arrived. I laughed inwardly- that was a great look for a reform school.

I reached down to collect my bag but withdrew my hands as the attendant reached for it.

"Special requirements stay here." The attendant gathered our bags and sent the students off on a tour. I sighed, I was the only remaining student; a great way to announce my "special requirements" to the other students.

The doors of the police car closed and the attendant snapped their head around, and gave the offending student a bored expression.

I followed the attendants gaze. Two police officers seemed a lot for one reform boy already handcuffed; but he did look like trouble. I could certainly feel it.