BEYOND THE MONSTERS

Tyron

Chapter 1 Tyron

I groan as the alarm clock jolted me out of my sleep. No matter how many I tell myself I am a morning person it never works. I get out of bed dreading the day ahead. I really wanted to go to Pilemlo University but, my parents were dead set on me being a cop. It's been in the family for generations, they say. Don't dishonor the family name, they say. Since they were the ones paying guess where they wanted me to go? Force Academy. The place where all the stupid people go or just people like me who are forced to go. Well, at least that is what I think. I heard that it's horrible there and barely anyone makes it in. Guess who was one of the lucky ones, me. My parents were overjoyed but, I'm not. I read online that there isn't even a robotics lab! How am I supposed to repair my armor! Probably no one there even knows the difference between a positive or negative charge. That's how dumb they are! "Breakfast is ready," My aunt calls out from the kitchen. "Well that's just great," I think sarcastically getting out of my bed. It is a dark gray just like the walls. My aunt says my room is horrible because everything is gray or black. It's not my fault I don't want my room bright yellow like my mom suggested when we first moved. I stepped carefully trying not to break the delicate machines I stayed up all night working on. I walk to the kitchen where, you guessed it, the walls are bright yellow. My aunt buys all sorts of useless things because apparently if the house is happy the family is happy. What I think is if the aunt has money the aunt buys things. My room is a sharp contrast from the rest of the house. The dining room is a light blue filled with countless trophies that my older brother has won from his stupid football games. I quickly get to the table just to see Magellan eating all of my breakfast. "What are you looking at short-shack," he says. Sometimes it amazes me how stupid he is. My mom has her normal happy smile now. "He ate all my food," I say as a glare at my brother. "Well he said he was hungry and he needs it for the big game," she states like it's obvious. "It's not like you have anything important today," she says. It's not like I'm a sixteen year old who graduated school early I think. I go back to my room in the closet. Yes, my room is the closet. Apparently when my real mom died they didn't have any space for me even though they have a guest room. But, no I couldn't be there apparently because I was "such a surprise." Sometimes I hate my family. I get my backpack and run out the door almost dropping my holocoms (kind of like a phone just with holograms). I put my earphones on my ear and it wraps around playing sound. The huge white and silver skyscrapers toward above me. I walk down the sidewalk humming along to some old singer that was alive about 200 years ago or something. Someone named Taylor Swift. I know your thinking this is an old artist but, she's really good. People had great music in the turn of the 21st century. Not like right now. I hurry past other commuters on the sidewalk. I pass green trees that are basically one of the only sources of color in this big city. The only reason we moved here was to be closer to me and my brother's college. I walk up the sliver-white steps that lead the way to the train station. When the gleaming doors open it reveals a huge room filled with hundreds of black chairs. Three huge chandeliers light up the station with holograms floating around advertising some useless knock-offs. I walk past the giant archways that line the walls going up to the roof and go to the ticket office in the middle of the station. After buying my ticket I wait for the train. "Well this is going to be so much fun," I think before getting on my train.

Twenty minutes later

I walk to the big stone doors that are the entrance to the academy. The walls are a dark gray, a big difference from the usual sliver or white. This school is probably at least 200 years old. I check my holocom to check the school app and what do you know. It's 305 years old and it was founded in 2040. I hate to say it but it's nice to see some different colors. Wait, what I'm thinking, I'm not supposed to like this place, I walk up to the big black stone stairs. My watch reads 8:50, class started five minutes ago. I shrug, why should I care. I slowly make my way inside the building. Inside, pictures line the walls instead of the usually holograms. Weird, I think, no one has used pictures since...well a long time. I hear someone's shoes clicking down the marble floor ahead of me. I look to see if there is somewhere too hide, I hate social interaction and try to avoid it at all costs. What I see next is not at all what I was expecting. A young girl with long curly hair that is such a light blue that it is also sliver is writing something down on a hollophone (IPad)

and is talking to someone through an earpiece. She is wearing light blue dress and a puffy sky blue jacket. The thing that caught my attention was that part of her face looked like the galaxy.

She has white freackles that look like stars. "Look, look, I know he's unexperienced in fighting but I think he will help the team a lot," she says obviously annoyed. She would have been cute if she wasn't frowning so much. "I am seriously tired of arguing" She looks up and her face starts goes into a huge grin. "Call you back," she says happily. Is that because she can stop talking to the other person on the hollo or because she is happy to see me. Oh no, I know where this leads, human conversation. Why couldn't people be more like robots, I think as I frown. "Because then we would be lifeless silly," she says as she giggles. Did she just read my thoughts? "Well, I have to go, don't want to be late for our meeting, see you later Tyron." Wait, how does she know my name, this just keeps getting weirder and weirder. "And if your looking for your class it's two doors down to the right," she says as she passes the corner. I groan, right, I still have to go to class. I slouch down and walk in to a door title, explosions class. When I open the door my eyes go wide. Dynamite, bombs, any type of thing that blows up lines the walls. Brown desk are scattered all around. Like someone just dropped them in random places. A giant white holograph table is in the middle of the room with student sitting at the benches surrounding it. A man with spiky white hair and googles is explaining something in great detail and you can tell that everyone is bored. I find a seat and he says "Thank you for finally joining us...," he looks at his holo

phone. "Tyron," I reply. "Yes, Mr. Tyron, Mind explaining what took you so long." he says not glancing from his clipboard. "I was late, what more to it." I'm afraid I'm going to need a better answer, I will have to mark you as tardy." I sigh as I sit on one of the benches. Though I hate to admit it, this class is pretty interesting. I never knew there was that big of a difference between b minus cord to a 3A cord. I felt myself feel sad when the bell rang for the next class. I was about to leave when fake Albert Einstein called me over. "Tyron, I would like a word with you," he says. I groan, thinking this is will be about me being late. "You know, I always hated this school," he says with a weird look on his face. "Tell me about it," I mutter to myself. "So you agree," he says, more like a fact than a question. I nod, but the truth is, this school seemed pretty cool. "Well...we can help," he says with the weird look on his face again. I remember now what the look is, it is evil. He starts walking towards me, as he does his body grows at least five feet. His arms and legs turn into spears and his moth reveals a row a gleaming sharp teeth. I scream and try to run to the door but he cuts me off. "What side will you choose," he says darkly. His sharp teeth sparkling in the light. He hits my with one of his arms/spears and knocks me into the nearest explosive covered wall. He comes closer, even more menacing than before. I feel myself starting to black out but before I do I hear a small voice call out. "Over here big guy." The last thing I see is a streak of sliver. Then I pass out.