(Chapter Two)
I was sitting on my dorm room floor with my head in my hands when my door opened. Figuring it was my ignorant and annoying roommate I groaned "Go hang out with your asshole friends somewhere else"
I heard a familiar laugh and looked up. Standing in my doorway was a none other than my counterpart, my fellow commanding officer.
"Hi Raleigh." I said before resorting back to my previous position.
"That's all I get? A 'Hi Raleigh' with no enthusiasm? Coming from the girl who just beat the fuck out of Jason the Hunter? And scared the rest of his idiot followers to the point that when I walk by them they instantly become silent? I mean damn Indie, I'm insulted."
I looked up at him and said in the most peppy voice I could manage "Hey there Officer Jordan!!"
"Yeah, never call me that again."
"Deal."
Raleigh sat down next to me and I leaned into him. He picked up my hand and held it in his own. "Indie...” He said softly, while rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.
"What?"
"Don't you ever wonder why all of us fight so hard to keep our kind a secret?"
I answered instantly "No."
Raleigh down looked at me. "Yeah... I guess it’s just best to keep it quiet, huh?"
I sat up straight and looked Raleigh in the eyes. "Raleigh, we would be dead if it wasn't for this school and all its secrets."
He shook his head "No, we would be dead if we hadn't found each other.”
As fucking cheesy as that sounds, it's true.
About three years ago, my mom died in a freak accident. The landlord kicked me out of the condo I had grown up in, giving me three days to either pay the lease or pack up all my shit. I wanted to stay there, but I hadn't worked things out with the bank so I had no access to my mom's bank account. After I had packed everything up, my landlord gave me a fourth of my mom's last three months deposit, which added up to 500 dollars and then wished me luck.
I went to the bank several times after being thrown out and they just kept refusing to grant me access to my mother's account so I had to live day to day on my 500 dollars. I looked for jobs everywhere but nobody would hire a teenager with no job experience, no car, and no transportation other than walking.
Within my first month on the street I had spent most of the money on food, necessities, clothes, and a couple of hotel rooms. When the hotel manager finally kicked me out I had nowhere to stay, only fifty dollars and sixty seven cents, and a couple of changes of clothes.
I started only using my money for food when I was desperately hungry. I was starting to get weaker and slimmer, my clothes were becoming disgusting and ripped. My long black hair was falling out and the ends were splitting. My olive skin was so pale that I looked like a vampire. I was sleeping under bridges and begging people for money.
One day I went to a local coffee shop to get a small coffee to warm myself up. As soon as I walked in the staff started to yell at me and tell me that I was 'too disgusting to be in here'. I tried to say something but was pushed out the door, right into someone. I sighed and turned to apologize to the person I had been pushed into. I asked the gray eyed black haired guy, who looked to be about my age, and in the same condition as me, if he was ok. He smiled at me and nodded his head.
We started walking together in a sort of calm, understanding way. I coughed and decided to introduce myself "My name is Indie, by the way."
He stopped for a moment and looked at me. He smiled again and replied "Hi Indie, I'm Raleigh."
From that moment on Raleigh were inseparable, we combined our money and had close to 100 dollars. We continued living on the street for about a year, doing odd jobs every other day. One day our odd job brought us to the Beckett's Advanced Education University.
