The Unbounded Elite

Chapter 5

Seated on the black limousine's chair, I blankly stared outside.

After a while, I glanced at the back and in the front of the moving vehicle.

I sighed in dismay.

Not only that I am separated from Chi and Dylan but I am also wearing a school uniform I never dream to wear.

Do not get me wrong; its design is truly a designer's masterpiece but the thickness of it surely annoys me. I guess I am just used to wearing clothes which so appear to be very light on my skin.

Since Dylan said that it would be a long ride, I might as well figure out what he just did a while ago.

I closed my eyes, trying to remember a few tips from both Dylan and Chi.

Process one: Name.

I deeply inhaled.

Then paused.

"Chi," I whispered.

In a speed of the sound, I felt a presence beside me. "You called," a voice softly said.

I instantaneously opened my eyes, shocked by the sudden appearance of my exemplar. I pinned my sight towards the direction of the voice, only to find a small white puppy, wearing maroon knitted puppy's clothes, seated beside me. "Ch-Chi?"

He barked in response.

"Can you transform to another form?" I expectantly stared at him.

"My form may depend on your need, master," a human's voice spoke.

With this, I instantly covered my eyes, "Get dressed!" I yelled.

"I believe I am wearing a decent attire, master," he sternly said.

I peeked at him, only seeing a typical maroon tuxedo set.

"I am guessing our uniforms are made from supernatural fabrics too," I nodded, agreeing to myself.

"Indeed, master," he shortly answered.

"So, why does mine differ from yours then? Is there any societal classes or rankings in the academy?" I expectantly gazed at him then stared at my white tux coat paired with white skirts, white top and black tie and black leather shoes.

"Last time I checked, there are categories of students; C class, D class and the S class. The first class I mentioned consists of students with individual capabilities that can create things, be it illusion or materialized objects. The D class, on the other hand, have the abilities to destroy things or places and even kill people; they are the most dangerous and most focused class of the academy. Meanwhile, the S class are those who does not belong to both classes mentioned awhile back," he said. "I, a tagged C Class, am linked to maroon. Most werewolves are, actually. Diablos usually fall under D Class; those with indigo suits. And majority of Vampires belong to S Class; those with royal blue uniforms."

"So, why am I wearing white again?" I asked, bewildered.

"White is a stainless hue which actually has all colors. It depends on the owner of the uniform whether it will portray the dominant color or not," he genuinely smiled at me. "Under extremely rare circumstances however, a student of the academy may wear just white; he may, or may not, belong to all categories."

"I see," I said, gazing at my uniform. "You sound like you studied in that school, by the way," I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I was a student before, master," he replied in a low tone.

I stayed silent for a moment, reminiscing the happenings these past few days.

As I recall the time that we have had an encounter with other creatures, I realized one thing.

I am completely useless.

I could have had helped Chi on at least protecting myself from the enemies.

I sighed as I closed my eyes.

If it were creatures with unnatural strength, it would not be best for a weakling like me to take them on combat.

A long range weapon may do then.

A gun might do perhaps.

Process Two: Visualize.

I remembered Dylan's silver gun.

If I were to point my index finger and stick out my thumb then curl the others, it is as if I am holding a gun.

"Add your will power, master," I heard Chi's voice in my head.

Process Three: Materialize.

Not too long. Nor too short.

Not too heavy. Just as light.

Be it convenient to use. Be it automatic.

Material. Be it made up of the most sturdy and most suitable on fighting the supernatural. Silver then, I presume.

Bullets. Be it life-taking to whoever was aimed by it.

Processes: Complete.

I can feel electricity rushing through my body, gathering just on my palm.

At an instant, I can feel something hard I am holding.

As cold as ice.

As smooth as the metal.

I looked at it, amused by the feeling I can sense from it.

It may be a typical pistol; metallic silver in color, just coated with diamond, and exactly fitted to my hand, but the force emanating from it portrays danger and comfort at the same time.

"Chi! I made i--" I was about to tell the news to Chi as I glanced at his direction but I was cut off after noticing that he vanished.

"Down here, master," his voice echoed through my ears.

I glued my sight on the gun. "Ch-Chi?"

"You made it, master. Congratulations," I heard him softly laugh.