Secrets Cause Problems

Chapter One: Meeting Up (James)

James Darkwood was not your ordinary high school student. Technically, he wasn't even supposed to be in high school. Mutant abilities have aged him in years, yet it hasn't effected his looks. Being twenty-three years old was tough enough on him, and now deciding to go to school with his two other mutant friends for certain revenge was even tougher.

Blond hair, forest green eyes, sharp and intimidating looks, height of 6'4, and a somewhat low voice really seemed to put people on edge, especially in a school full of humans and mutants. James walked through the plain hallway. A lot of the species here stared at him; after all, he was a new student. A senior, in fact. Little did they know, though, that he was high ranking mutant and a hybrid as well...half of the Dark One (vampire) and the other half being a hyperborean (an ice-made body). James knew that he had an important job to do, which is probably one of the reasons why he blocked off people's outgoing friendship/romance calls. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was considered a loner...or perhaps a gothic boy with nothing on his mind except the color black, drugs, alcohol, and sex. Oh, how the categorization of the new mutant world rattled his mind.

As James walked through the twin doors leading into the auditorium, he noticed that everyone was already filing in to find their closest friends and chatting away about the latest gossip, like who had sex with whoever and who cheated on who...just stupid shit that made him want to enforce his space gray talons and slice the thin layer of skin blocking the larynx, but James knew that wouldn't be necessary. It would be just a waste of his precious time. Time that couldn't be spared for pathetic things. Time that should be used only for the greater good of killing closer enemies.

He scanned the room carefully, trying to find his two closest allies; his only allies, in fact. Pitch black and hazel colored hair invaded his eyesight. James made his way over there. Blake Nightingdale, the one with hazel colored hair, gave James a blank expression, nodded, and turned his head to observe once more. The other boy, Mason Sinestro, never even looked at him. Classic, the both of them.

With all three boys together, they made their way to the exit. During the process of practically escaping the crowded location, James and his allies were bumped and pushed around, either on accident or purpose, but it didn't matter. Something hit James' head. He bent down and picked up the hard object. Of course it would be a a super-glued wad of paper..."Alas, these highschoolers are getting quite old," he thought. Ignoring the threat of violence, James threw the paper wad carelessly on the ground. Catching up with Mason and Blake, the three boys, or rather, men, made their way through the exit. Walking through the corridor wasn't really a big deal, unless you were claustrophobic.

After a long journey through the seemingly endless corridors, they arrived at their destination...their meeting place. It was on the roof of the building, with a slightly tall blockade surrounding the roof that prevents the students' from falling on accident. The roof contained moderate sized pieces of furniture for comfort. However, something wasn't really quite right. Usually this place is empty because no one really bothered to visit this area. Why are there three girls standing there? James looked at Mason and Blake. Something was off. Mason raised an eyebrow while Blake motioned the both of them to hide behind a sickly yellow colored couch capable of concealing the bodies of the three boys. With swiftness, the boys proceeded to obscure themselves from the strangers.