Disbelief

Chapter 1: Goldfish

As it turns out, you can't stand in front of a college and breathe it in. I tried. I will not waste my time nor yours explaining how they hit me, and what they look like. There were far too many. 

I arrive at my dorm and unpack. Most community college don't have dorms in Arizona, but I got into the best...despite the fact I should be at Harvard or something. My grades were flawless, really, but I had no clue what to do. Which is why most of us are here. For a future for us.

 Captain proclaimed that college was stupid, and the fact we're machines to the environment, making everything run smoothly, is stupid. Because, she says, superheroes might be the greatest thing in our minds, but they would have no business without criminals.  Captain added she would rather not be a tool, but rather a weapon. She never quite explained what the weapon was or what it was for. She was just like that.

But she's not part of this story.

It was about one hundred billion degrees out, so I decide, with the shitty air condition, to take a shower. I remove my baggy shirt as I enter our bathroom, and take a moment to count the pale scars on my feeble, tanner body. A lot of people admired my gray eyes that lit up my features. I admire that I was still alive.

My hands clawed at the curtain, and I saw a guy sitting in water, looking at me like oh, hi there. He nodded towards me in greeting and resumed his bath.

"Excuse me, are you my roommate?"

The blonde, whom was fairly muscular nodded, holding up a bubble.

"Ignosce, sed hoc bulla finem venit," he told me.

"Non forsit. Uh, quid nos Latina loquendi?"

He paused and stood up from the tub. He was wearing a swimsuit.

"Speaking Latin needs no explanation, roomie. I'm Shaun. Uh, you can call me whatever. Macaroni calls me Machine Gun, M.G. for short."

I frown. "Uh, who is Macaroni? Bryan, by the way." We shake hands.

"You can call her Z or Mickie. Better known as Mackenzie. No one knows her last name. No one cares." He grabs a towel and leads me back into our bedroom.

Machine Gun puts a cigarette between his teeth and lits it, and offers one to me. I decline.

"We Fish together?"

"Quite so."

He didn't elaborate, and that's all I had for a conversation, so I said my goodbyes and left.

I thought about MG, thinking about what he said in Latin. I was rusty at it, but I certain he said something about the end and all things deserved their moments in peace. I agreed.

Lost in thought, I bumped into someone.

"Er, sorry-"

"Holy shit, you're the new guy!" She said, grabbing my scrawny arms. "MG told me all about you, man! I'm Macaroni."

I blink and realize that, mother of God, I was staring at an angel whom held out her pale hand out. Her blonde, long hair hit her shoulders, the rest falling off to the top of her butt. She wore a long, seethrough white shirt that had a tank underneath, as well as short shorts. Her lips curled into a smirk as I shook her hand.

"Bryan. Nicknameless."

She pouted her lips, scratching her imaginary beard. Her green eyes glowed with wonder, and I could stare into them forever. Her hips and lips were both curved perfectly. Her hair was messy like she just woke up, but it looked flawless. Her face was crinkled, as a person who smiled often, but her cheeks were stained of misery.