The Last of the Cobras.

Chapter 1

First chapter of a good story ;) hope you like it. give feedback, comment,vote, fan me, whatever.

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My name is Karmyn and I thought today was going to be just another day. I woke up at six-thirty, took my shower, packed my back-pack, ate breakfast and made it to school just in time. My first class, English, went by without any incidents, nothing unusual. I wrote an essay in class and that was that. But during second period, Geometry, I heard some of the students talking about the new foreign exchange students from Egypt. One of the boys was talking about first period gym with one of them.

"His name is Gabriel or something like that. When Mr. Tweed told him to take his cloak off he ignored him. But when Mr. Tweed touched him the kid turned and looked at him and Mr. Tweed froze. The veins in his face turned red and his eyes got really blood-shot. But the minute the kid looked away, Mr. Tweed fell over gasping. He is seriously wierd."

After that I stopped listening, lost in my own thoughts. If what that boy, Tyler I think, said was true, how had that new kid done it? I was still lost in my thoughts when the bell rang for third period. I walked quickly to my next class, Spanish, and sat down in my seat. And then three cloaked figures came into the class. They stood together by Mrs. Ramirez's desk, facing eachother and away from the rest of us in the class.

When Mrs. Ramirez came into the class, she stopped for a moment, looking at the trio, and then continued making her way to her desk. "Welcome to Second Year Spanish," she said with a smile. "I have a 'no hoods' rule in my class, so I am going to need you to take your cloaks off."

The three looked at eachother again for a moment before they complied. They all had sweat pants on with no shirt, they all were dark-skinned, and they all were muscular with scars on their backs stomachs and chests. And they all were branded like they were animals. I could not make out what they had on their backs, but I could tell they were burned into their skin. They all also had a braid down the middle of their heads that reached past their shoulders and green eyes.

"Would you boys introduce yourselves, please?" Mrs. Ramirez asked standing up and moving to the front of her desk before sitting on the edge.

The three looked at each other again before one of them stepped forward. "I am Samyal," he said in a deep voice. he was tall and well muscled, but looked more boyish than the other three. Another stepped forward after Samyal and said, "I am Arryk." His voice was deeper than Samyals, but he looked older and was slightly shorter. And then the third came forward. He looked almost exactly like Arryk. "I am Darryk, Arryks twin."

"Thank you, boys," Mrs. Ramirez said with a smile. "You can have any of the open seats that you see, and we will get started for the day."

Samyal turned back to look at her before going to a seat and said, "One more of us is coming, just to let you know. He should be here any minute." He smiled and sat down in the seat closest to the window.

Just as he sat down, a cold chill went down my spine. And then another cloaked figure came through the door. He seemed to be bigger than the first three, but that could be just because he had his cloak on. He looked at the class, lingering in the directions of the three boys, and then the last empty chair. The chair that was conveniently right to my left.

"I am sorry, but I do not allow hoods in my class," Mrs Ramirez said to him with a smile.

The boy just looked at her and then at the others, obvioulsy wondering why he had to take it off.

"Just do it, man," Darryk said. "We all had to. You can put it back on after this class."

The cloaked figure stood there and looked at the three one by one. He then said something in some wierd language that I did not understand. It sounded like he was hissing something.

"What did he say?" Mrs. Ramirez asked no one inparticular.

"He said 'maybe you all have been trained by these people, I will never be.'"

It was Samyal who answered her question. He was now looking straight at the newcomer with a hard look that suddenly made him scary. "Fine, then," he said in a low, menacing voice. "You wanna introduce your sorry ass, or should i do the honor?"

The cloaked figure cocked his head slightly and said something else in his language that made Samyal laugh hard and bitter.

"Mayber you would like to try that again," he said in a very taunting voice. "In a language that they actually understand." The words were laced in venom.

"Dude, calm it," Arryk said quietly. "You know how his temper is."

"Like I give a shit!" was the quick response. His attention was still on the cloaked figure. "Well, Gaebryil?"

In the deepest voice I ever heard, the cloaked figure spoke in heavy accent I did not recognize. "You might want to watch your tone with me. Unlike your brothers, I have no problem kicking your sorry bitch ass in the middle of a classroom."

Samyal tensed slightly, but did not back down. "Really?" he said in a brave voice. "Then why the hell am I still standing?"

Right after he said that his body got very stiff. His skin paled and all the  veins in his body turned a bright red. His eyes got very blood shot and then glazed over.

"Stop it!" Arryk said. When nothing changed he ran up to the figure and body slammed him. As soon as the figures head was turned from Samyal's direction, Samyal fell over gasping and coughing.

Like all the rest of the class, I sat in my seat and watched motionless, powerless, stunned out of my mind. This was the one that Tyler had talked about earlier. The boy who attacked Mr. Tweed. With his mind. Without touching him. How was this even possible? The logical answer is that it wasn't and yet i had just saw the entire thing happen right in front of me. And yet all I could think about was his name. Gaebryil.

For the rest of the period, the three compliant students did nothing. They never talked, never moved, and never looked at the cloaked figure. In return, the cloaked figure never looked at them, or any of us for that matter. He stood standing by the door like a statue; never moving whatsoever. Was he even breathing? Should I have cared? Something in my mind told me not to, so I tried to stop looking at him. Needless to say, I failed...miserably.

For the rest of the day, I tried to stay out of the way of the cloaked figures as they moved around the building. When they were in groups, I would press myself up against the nearest wall to stay out of their way...just in case he was with them.  I wanted to remain invisible to him at all times. I never wanted anything to do with him. Ever.