Revelation

-One- Part One

~Part One~

Raylea

29.03.2117

"Miss. Venns, what is the normal behavior of a lycan?"

"Aggressive, impulsive, unpredictable, and ridiculously violent with a hint of stupidity."

A few chuckles echoed throughout the cramped classroom but no one dared to laugh. Mrs. Mayhew was one of the few, actually the only, teacher who was taken seriously. She was not only known for her livid glares but her vicious detentions. Rumor has it that students only have one detention with Mrs. Mayhew because that one detention with the devil herself is good enough to last a lifetime.

Of course, whichever gossip divas spread that rumor forgot to factor me in: the dumbass student who is asking for her twenty eighth detention slip at this moment.

Annoyance was evident on the old teacher's face but she didn't raise her voice. Instead, Mrs. Mayhew takes a calming breath as she crosses her wrinkled long arms over her light peach shirt and stares down at me with a new tint of energy in her eyes.

She has accepted my challenge.

"Creative answer Miss. Venns but do you know what a lycan is?"

Well it's not like that knowledge was forcibly drilled into my mind from the start of preschool.

"An oversized, steroid addicted bull with a bad catch of an exotic hair disorder."

This time, the class couldn't contain their laughter at my sarcasm. I smiled proudly, secretly thanking history class for teaching us of the muscle growing product. Humans were really desperate for the upper hand back in the day. Yet, that desire for power powered their ability to invent things like steroids to iPods to rockets.

It's a shame that our fire burned out barely five years after the Revelation, ninety five years ago.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Mayhew made no sudden reaction. Not even an eye blink or twitch. The class soon falls silent, unsure of Mrs. Mayhew's behavior but not wanting to test it out any further.

I, on the other hand, am curious how long this calm facade will last before all hell breaks loose. "Would you wish for me to explain what a vampire is or a siren? Maybe even an alien ma'am?" I ask in a polite manner, remembering to address her as ma'am not evil old hag. Even though there was never any alien contact, it's exactly what I think of the supernatural species that occupy the Earth; creatures from outer space.

Unfitting and unwanted.

I may sound like a cold and heartless soul but I have the right to be. Unlike the entire human population, which is estimated to be about eight hundred thousand, that have accepted the new life, I am infuriated at the supernatural species that have taken over what was once known as our home. Now, one hundred years later, the human race is being contained in domes with no means of escape. Eight of these domes are scattered across the planet. Each dome having a max capacity of holding one hundred thousand humans.

How the monsters managed to keep our population stable is beyond me. We are always held in the dark; metaphorically.

Mrs.Mayhew shakes her head slowly. "No, thank you Miss.Venns. I trust that you already know what each of those species are in your own words. Instead, answer this one last question for me." The class is abruptly silent as everyone, even me, anticipates their teacher's next move.

Will she ask me to explain, in detail, where each creature is located on the earth? Or would she like to know what their definition of fashion is? Either way, I'm prepared to answer her question with as much sarcasm and idiocy I can conjure from my entire lifetime; almost eighteen years which for an insect, is a lot.