Crypt Academy for the Extraordinary

Chapter 3- Files pt.3

Toby and Tara Reed. Military children no doubt. They are strong, hardy, and commanding. They're parents brought them to me, they were leaving off to fight and had no other alternative. They have been trained to defend and attack, if needed, and we're supposed to carry a form of weapon at all times. I was hesitant but agreed to thier requirement. There really was no need for precautions here, if you had a quarrel with another student and was rightfully justified. Then by all means knock thier teeth out, I wasn't raised privileged as you can see.

I agreed and they gave me all the information about the children. The children were already six and a half, but by what I saw these kids could take down a full grown man. Impressive and it may come in handy. The boy, Toby was primarily trained by his mother; quiet and with blades....large or small, hunting or throwing. Tara was taught by thier father. He was a weapons expert in guns....all guns. And so was she, she was deadly from up to three hundred yards, that was with a handgun.

Together the duo was unstoppable, Toby distracted the targets with anything really and usually got them from behind while Tara went on a head on charge, shooting anything that got in the way.

Chance....
That was the only thing written in his documents, it was under "Preferred Names". Everything else was blank. I don't know who's child this is, or anything really. He was left on my doorstep in the middle of the night, quite literally. Do not be fooled he was not a baby like the others, he was a standing boy of 12 years old.

He had a few noticeable feature on his character; his face was covered by a mask that covered his mouth and nose. This mask was not bought but made, the material was hard not like fabric but like metal instead. He also arrived with a......pet, I suppose. The crow sat upon his shoulder patiently waiting for....anything. It was slightly larger than others I have seen and darker, much darker. The eyes were not however dark, they were a bright ambor color and in the right lighting they may look red. I found out soon enough that his name is Tyran, the bird that is, I asked what his name was and the boy simply grabbed some papers from his pocket and handed them to me.

I beckoned him inside for it was slightly chilly outside. He walked in without a word and looked around without a word. He stopped and moved towards my glass cabinet that had a picture of each of my current children.

"What is your name child?" He turned and pointed to the papers. I lookedat him with question, why doesn't he just tell me?
"Do you mind taking that off?" I asked pointing at the mask. He turned quickly and shook his head, pointing at the papers again.
"I see....well then let's find somewhere for you tonight and I'll read these. Tommorow I will introduce you to everyone. Sound good?" Although I couldn't actually see it I knew he was smiling, the way his cheeks rose and his eyes squinted was enough for me to tell. I took him to my room to sleep for what was left of the night, I wouldn't be in there toinght, after all I have some reading to do....or so I thought.

The papers were blank, nothing but "Chance" was written down. The next morning he woke before everyone, so I decided to talk with him and at least find out basic information. I reached my room and looked in, he was looking at the books that covered my selves. Reading the covers. Then it hit me: he can't talk, so I'll have him write what he knows. I knocked on the door, he jumped slightly but looked at me.

"Good morning my boy. Up early are we?" He nodds.
"Well come sit I must have a word with you." His eyes had a worrisome look to them as my words passed.
"Don't worry, just some basic questions. The worst I can do is give you your own bed to sleep in." I joked, "Promise." I said reassuringly.
He walked over and sat across from me at my small coffee table.

"So after looking at the papers you have to me I noticed they're blank. Did you know that?" He looked down, ashamed. I chuckled softly, he looked up in confusion.
"It's alright my boy, I just need to know some basic things to introduce you. Can you do that for me?" He hesitates but nodds.
"Perfect. Now, the mask you won't take it off correct?" He nods.
"Okay that's fine, but can you talk?" He looks down at his lap. Almost sad.
"It's fine child. I also noticed you can reply with hand and head movement, that can work I'm sure." I reassured.
"Well when I walked in you were reading the book covers. Can you read and write." He looked back up and nodded.
"Great." I stated before standing and grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil from my desk.

"Here, write me anything you want to write to me, anything about you that I should know. That includes him." I said pointing to a sleeping crow perched on my window. He slightly jumped with excitement as he quickly scribbled something on the paper: Tyran.
"So his name is Tyran?" He nods happily.
"Good now get to writing I will be back in a while to check on you."

Some time later I returned. The others had woken and I told them off the new arrival. I introduced Chance and Tyran to the rest of my children based on what he wrote down. His name is Chance and the crow is Tyran, he doesn't speak and can reply with hand gestures and head movement, he won't take his mask off.....the introduction went on and on and eventually he was greeted with warmth by most and some words with others such as Christian.

That was a year ago. And now I have a total of nine children I look after. Nine Cryptids I love as my own.

A/N- Hey guys sorry I took sooo long on Chance he was a really complicated character to write about and yes I did name him after me. Well thanks for hanging in there while I bored you with chapter backgrounds but I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. Thanks for reading!!
Chance.