High Energy Collision [Completed]

Chapter 1 - you're in my way

The White Hand was the most exclusive club on UdG university campus.

As the name implied, there could only ever be five members at any time, and in order to join, you had to be related to or favoured by at least one of the five main private sponsors of the university and invited personally by the leader of the club. Though currently, at the beginning of the semester, the Hand was two fingers short.

The two most senior members had graduated last year and had moved on to the usual greatness that awaited them – one taking up his role as the managing director of a subsidiarity of the biggest food processing conglomerate in the country, his family's business, the other joining the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra as a second violinist right out of music classes.

The remaining three members were lounging on a bench next to the main entrance of the auditorium maximum, where the new students were beginning to gather.

They were a group of exquisite talent, good looks, wealth, and accomplishment. Every other student wanted to be like them, or to be with them.

At first glance, Viola, who sat on the rightmost side of the bench, might not fulfil the criterium of classical good looks. She wore short, tom-boyish hair and was infamous for her dislike for anything resembling make-up – but the slightly rebellious 1950ies teddy style she was cultivating looked so effortlessly cool, that she was regularly cited as their main fashion inspiration by at least half of the campus, girls and boys alike. She was also the youngest granddaughter of the main shareholder of Rumy Pharmaceuticals, the biggest producer of chemicals and pharmaceuticals in the country.

UdG legends said she had never lost a game of poker in her life, no matter the cards she's dealt. Rumours had it, that when her parents had cut her off from her allowance – she had stood up the son of an important supplier on a blind date and had caused Rumy Pharmaceuticals' stocks to drop in consequence – she had managed to live an even more luxurious lifestyle purely on poker earnings for months.

She was the star of the Economics Department, though if her family had allowed her to choose for herself, she insisted she would have become a motorcycle mechanic, which only underlined her image as a bona fide rebel.

Next to her sat Rose, her polar opposite in terms of looks and composure. Rose was studying at the Department of Fine Arts, specialising in traditional painting and Chinese calligraphy. Her delicate floral designs had already been commissioned by designers in Seoul, Tokyo, and even in Milan last season.

She was the daughter of a high-level Chinese diplomat and his Thai mistress, and though this status had had eyebrows raised when she had first joined the White Hand, people had quickly embraced her once they had seen the ethereal beauty of her delicate features and her porcelain skin. It had certainly helped as well, that she was engaged to marry Viola's older brother Vic next year.

Finally, on the leftmost side, looking uncharacteristically anxious and tired, sat the new leader of the White Hand, Mean. He was the youngest of five children of the ownership family of the biggest shipping company in Southeast Asia, who had recently launched a new luxury airline. Not surprisingly, the family had used Mean's handsome face in their first advertising campaign, catapulting him close to idol status even outside of the UdG campus.

Being the youngest son of a big family with older siblings already filling all the corporate responsibilities, Mean was left to do as he pleased as long as he didn't create any scandals – and he had used his first year at university to study popular music, composition and performance arts. It was said that he was already signed to an entertainment agency, who would officially debut him soon.

However, being an accomplished individual worthy of leading the White Hand, he also attended courses in applied physics and engineering. Campus legend stated that he had developed a new type of electrical engines for motorcycles that would allow them to preserve energy and make them run much more efficiently. An extension of this legend said that Viola had successfully built his engine into her motorcycle, and that this had been the start of their secret relationship with each other.