The S.T.F. Files, Book 4: DIATON

To The Testing Site!

Jet

How I ended up having to be the only boy in the Dark dorm, I don't understand. I'm the only son of HellMaster, but something in my head keeps telling me different.
"Follow me so we can begin testing," a girl walks in.
"Aren't you a little young to be a crazy psychopath like these other scientists?" Wisteria questions.
"Wisteria, I've been here before you were here. Shut up," the girl glares at her.
"Why are you being so mean Eclaire?" Nevermore closes all of the curtains that Wisteria opened and the room becomes dark.

"You never cease to amaze me Nevermore," Eclaire smirks. "You know my name even though you've never met me before."

"It wasn't hard. As long as you're in my shadow, I know everything about you," Nevermore shrugs.

"Can you do that?" Wisteria whispers to me.

"Does it look like I can do that?" I whisper-shout back at her.

"But you're the son of HellMaster, the prince of Hell. You should know how to do that," Wisteria tells me. I roll my eyes and walk out the room and down the hall.
"Hey Jet! Looks like we have a winner already!" Wisteria jokes.
"Leave me alone so I can meditate," I growl as I surround myself in darkness and brood.

Mel

"Are the pain killers working Izzy?" I ask Isabella as I see her walk out our room and into the dining area of our little apartment.

"Yeah. I feel a little better, just kinda dizzy," Isabella holds her head. I laugh.

"Whatcha laughing about?" Emily walks out of her room. She had just taken a shower and was drying her waist-length almost white, blond hair.

"We just rhymed. Izzy and dizzy," I smile. "What do you want for breakfast? French toast or waffles?"

"Waffles," Isabella replies almost instantly. Ever since we got here, Isabella has been constantly asking for waffles every morning. I think she was getting addicted, but it didn't matter to me. I was the weakest one here with power so if the least I could do was cook, then I'd support Izzy with my cooking. Emily, on the other hand, has had issues with me ever since we got here.

"What color do you think I should dye the tips of my hair? Last week was red, so which color now?" Emily held up two tubes of dye. One tube of purple, the other with blue.

"Hmm. Maybe blue?" Isabella sits down at the table.

"I think you should dye it purple. It's a really nice color on you," I smile.
"No one cares what you think Mel," Emily glares at me. I raise an eyebrow confused. Emily then turns her attention to Isabella and puts the biggest smile on her face. "Oh Isabella! Blue is a wonderful color! I try it right now!" Emily runs off to the bathroom immediately.

"Why does she hate me so much?" I ask Isabella as I give her a plate of waffles and sit down across from her with my own plate.

"Something about a dream and you were some boy named Kiran and she was a boy named Sparta. You liked her sister and she wouldn't accept that?" Isabella sighs. "I don't know. Her dreams are so weird." A knock on the door interruped our meal and I called for whoever it was to come in. A girl with shoulder length blond hair and black highlights with peircing emerald eyes walks in with a clipboard.
"Isabella and Mel. Let's go for testing now," she orders. Then she looks around and turns her attention back to us. "Where's Emily?"

"ISABELLA! THE DYE IS DRIED UP! I CAN'T DO MY HAIR!" Emily wails.

Blade