Winslow
Great.
So fucking great.
I just landed on the island, completely lost, without my powers and I have no idea where to go.
My bracelet lights up and I click it, my dad's voice immediately filling the place,
"Did you land safely?"
"Yes, speak more quietly you're too loud."
"Sorry, do you want me to send you the location?"
"Yes please, I have no idea where to go."
I click on the location he sent me. Following the red line, I look around me taking in the place, dragging my travel bag behind me.
It's different from our island. They have more mountains, hills and forests. Probably to burn them down.
The cars here blow out fire from the back, there are fire fountains on the sidewalks, parks for animals and as I walk in the streets, people smile at me and keep on with their day. I honestly thought they'd be rude.
The houses are not very different from ours. I walk for a couple of minutes more until the device beeps and I stop in front of a big ass mansion that could definitely be addressed as a castle.
What the heck? Is this their fucking house?
I make my way to the gates and two men stop me. "Name?"
"Winslow Ambrose."
One of them takes my luggage and the other one leads me to the mansion. We head to the front door (doors, plural because God knows how many doors are here) and I put on my kindest smile before ringing the bell.
A man around my dad's age opens the door and he smiles brightly when he sees me. "Oh hello darling, welcome to our family." He gestures to me to come in and I do so, "Maverick Levan." I shake his hand and introduce myself as my fake one. "Cassius you can go, thank you." He tells the man that opened the gates for me and puts his arm around the small of my back making me a bit uncomfortable but I let it go. "You're way more prettier than I thought. You don't look twenty at all." I don't know how to feel about this man.
"Thank you." He gives me another smile and I steal a minute to check him out. Broad shoulders, grey hair, wrinkles under his eyes which are dark green, almost brown, dressed in a suit. Does he always walk like this in his own house?
He seems like the expensive kind of guy but I guess that's what I was expecting. He's trying to take over the world for crying out loud.
He gives me a tour of the main floor, showing me around the different rooms and places. They have two kitchens. One for decoration and one for the actual cooking, where they of course, have personal chefs. An enormous table at the dining hall that probably fits over than 50 people for dinner, two or three living rooms, one indoor pool and three outdoor. He tells me where the offices are and explains how to go to each place because there are three elevators. I swear, I'm gonna need a map otherwise I'll be getting lost everyday.
We pass by a lot of people on our way. Some men in suits, maids, chefs and generally people who work here.
"Now let's go to the second floor where the rooms and practice areas are." We take the elevator and he shows me around my room which is bigger than my dad's office and room combined. "Your luggage is here, I hope you have a comfortable stay. You can sort your things how you like. There's a bathroom in the room and brand new toiletries for you. If you ever need anything you can just tell us, don't be shy, okay sweetheart?"
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