The Start Of The End [BOOK 1: WAR OF MORTALS] [Completed]

Just Another Day

A high school student living in Dienon Forest on a Friday morning taps her pencil on her desk creating a rhythm that matched no other. To her, it was music to the highest degree. To me? It was down right annoying. It's making me want to kill her, but then that's the thing. I can't kill her even if I wanted to. She's stronger than me by far, but killing her means killing the first best friend I've ever had.The girl tapping her pencil is Maddy Gails, but me and our organization calls her Melody. The organization we are with is called the FOTD. It stands for Force Of The Devil. Melody created the FOTD about 6 years ago. She created it for all the people who believe they don't have a place in this world. Like they've felt like they should've been born in another world, in another time. At first it was only me, her, and a few kids from our school, but about 2 years ago she posted an anonymous video. The video is of nothing, but blackness and her talking about the FOTD. Since then people from all over the world keep flooding in just to hear her speak! We've had people who moved here just for the FOTD.At first the FOTD was created for support, but as of the last few months we've turned more into a cult almost. Everyone in the FOTD has some sort of powers, we all have the same tattoo on our backs that we can easily hide with our shirts, we have a giant ass sanctuary (more like an abandoned warehouse that hasn't been used or even touched in 20 years), we even have nicknames for each other based on our personality or talents that we have. We call it an organization instead and the only way to hear about us is to find that video or know someone who's on the in it. The FOTD is for the people, sort of. It's for the people that others call freaks or monsters. We have a main mission that we like to call Mission: Freedom. It's to help gain freedom for everyone. It's to help the world not be a bunch of robots. SLAP!! The teacher slams a book on my desk. Her glare could make anyone jump and I did. She always scared the living shit out of me. I glance around the room quickly. To my left is a door and a wall lined with bookshelves. If you've ever seen a college classroom where there is stairs going down the middle and the sides of room and then in between there is desks or long ass tables (In out case it's tables), that's what this classroom looks like. A total of 8 rows and 4 columns of tables in our small ass classroom. Toward the front of the class there is a podium and next to it a lone desk. A small box sits on top of the desk and has yet to be used for this school year. Hanging on the walls all around the class are posters with inspirational quotes. They always make me want to puke. "Pay attention, Ms. Jackison!" She hisses. As she walks back to the front of the room a growl erupts from my throat. She always gets my name wrong. In all honesty, I think she does it to get on my nerves. "It's Jackson!" I bark. The teacher's glare hardens. This is Mrs. Shneep. Her German accent gets on everyone's nerves. Slightly because she's a literal bitch, but also cause her accent isn't just weird sounding, but high as a fucking flute's highest note! Ok. Not that bad, but it's pretty similar making it extremely difficult to actually pay attention to her. She's got dark brown hair that reaches her ass. It's always in a high ponytail. She has piercing ice blue eyes that could freeze anyone's soul. They were a very terrifying pair of eyes that she uses against students far too often. "What is your plan for the future if you can't even focus for 2 minutes?" I scoff at this. Plan for the future? I'm useless in pretty much every aspect you look at! I'm an 18 year old female who drinks, goes to parties, and has very little friends. I watch nerdy shows like Sherlock, Doctor Who, Homestuck, Stranger Things, and Game of Thrones. I listen to musicals, old 80s and 70s rock, fandom fan songs and theme songs to absolutely every game I've ever played. I've played Hiveswap, Undertale, Cuphead, Skyrim, Minecraft, and Hello Neighbor. I'm recently (more like 2 years ago) single. I sleep. With. A teddy bear. A 6 foot, 20 pound teddy bear and a binky. Yeah, I've got A LOT going for me. If you didn't catch that, it's called sarcasm. So yeah! I don't plan on doing anything with my life. "Believe it or not, but I don't need this bullshit! I'm only here because I'm forced to by my mother and the law!" My anger slowly rises to it's blowing point. Why should I care what the law thinks? I've never cared before. I've been in jail twice and I've been in Juvie 34 times in my school years. Everyone still thinks I'm something they can laugh at. That I'm a fucking laughing stock. Melody places a hand on my arm."Ma'am, Jynx has been having a pretty bad day. Could you take it easy on her just this once?" That seems like the excuse she always uses. I'm always in a bad mood for one reason or another. Today? Honestly, it was perfectly fine. Still is, but if this conversation goes any further it'll be a horrible day. "Ms. Jackison-""JACK!! IT'S JACK. SON. JACKSON, YOU IGNORANT GOD DAMN FATHERFUCKER!!" My anger seems to stop right after I blow up, but it doesn't dissipate. The class laughs at my rendition of motherfucker. With one swift movement with the teacher's hand I was being ushered out of the class. It's not my fault. She's the one who mispronounced my name. I heave a sigh as I walk toward the office. My feet drag along the ground slightly as I march my ass down the long hallways of Dienon Forest High. My mind seems to turn toward a totally different direction the farther I go.Why am I even here? Do I really care that much about what the law wants me to do? Now that I think about it, I don't really care. As if my record didn't already say that. I suppose the actual truth is I'm only stay for Melody. She'd go back to being too innocent for her own good without me. This world is full of too many bad things that she's yet to see. She's too innocent, but yet... She created the FOTD without hesitation. I wonder how many people here have "Powers" like me and Melody? Cause her voice can be so deadly. Me? I feel like my own powers are shit. Does she view herself as a freak? Is that why she started this? Or was it all for someone she cares for, like Justin, that is seen as a freak? I rack my brain for an answer, but come back empty handed. I have no real answer to why she started the FOTD in the first place. I rub my left temple as I make a right turn toward the office. All this thinking is hurting my head. I look to my sides and I see the same thing I always see. White walls lined with blue and gold lockers. Those are our school colors after all, but I don't know whose bright idea it was to paint the lockers blue and gold. It look like shit. Almost literally. The gold doesn't even look gold. "Jynx!" I stop in the middle of the hallway and turn my head just enough so I can see behind me. Running (yes, RUNNING) down the hall is Melody. I turn my whole body toward her."Melody, why are you out here? Shouldn't you be in class being the good little student you are?" I tease as I pat the top of her head. She swats my hand away while wearing a pout. Her bright blue eyes sparkle a little as she tears up like a child who got their toy taken for no reason."I didn't want you to go alone... so I... Imayormaynothaveyelledattheteacher!" She gets out quickly. I stare at her for a moment as she takes a deep breathe and slows down the last part of her statement. "I may or may not have yelled at the teacher." She looks down at the ground in shame. I can sense her about ready to cry. Possibly because I know her better than her own mother. Melody's mother is very strict. Melody can't do any sports, art classes, or music classes. All she has is educational core classes. Mrs. Gails claims that sports is going to corrupt Melody's mind. That's the same reason Melody can't go to coffee shops, the mall, fast food places, and gaming stores. In short, I hate her mother. Out of all the things I could've done to make her feel better, I end up pulling her into a hug. I feel her body shake as her tears soak my black hoodie. It needs to be washed anyway. I went mudding in it yesterday. "Shh. It's alright. Don't fret it too much," I utter as I pat her ahead soothingly. We stay like that for what seems like an eternity before she pulls away and wipes the tears that are left. She gives me a small smile."L-let's just continue the walk," She stutters. I feel my heart hurt for her and silently curse my heart out. She such a good kid and the second she messes something up or puts a wrong answer she breaks. It must be so hard for her to try and hold up this reputation she has. Especially when her father will beat her if she gets an A-. Mr. Gails is also very strict. He's worse than Mrs. Gails. He'll beat Melody with anything he can get his hands on, which is normally a belt. His reasons? If she steps outside the house for anything other than school, if she gets an A- or below, if she gets a boyfriend (which she has one, but won't tell her dad), and/or what she says or does. His excuse? It's to make her a better person. I really hate her parents. Despise them, actually. "Why did you decide to start the FOTD?" I question shooting her a side glance. Melody stays quiet for a little while before giving me the most serious glance I think she's ever given me. Her eyes hold a sense of care for the people around her."I wanted to show the world that we're not just freaks, we're unique!" Shock overwhelms me. She thinks we're unique and not just a freak of nature. I suppose I should be happy that she's getting happier than earlier. We reach the office soon enough and all my shock wears off. This is reality. We're in deep shit and no way out of it. I look over at Melody who's shaking in fear."First time?" I ask. She nods as she tugs on the sleeves of her grey cardigan. Now that I think about it, I've never seen her in short sleeves. "Don't worry, Melody. You have me by your side." Her shaking seems to slow to a stop. We take a step into the office and I get a glare from every person in the room aside from Melody."I swear, this is going to turn into your home, Ms. Jackson!" The secretary, Mrs. Angel, hisses at me. I smirk and place a hand on her desk which is about 2 feet from the door. To left is a machine of some sort and another door leading to the principal's office. The room is kind of plain compared to Mrs. Angel's desk. All across her desk are picture frames, cutsie decorations, and adorable pencil cups made of old soup cans. Her computer is covered in Disney, Winnie The Pooh, and Looney Tunes stickers. Her pencils are nicely decorated with the same characters and images. It be an understatement to say this woman was a child at heart. This woman is very much a child, but all the same a mother. Mrs. Angel is really a sweet lady. I've had so many good conversations with her. She only wants the best for every student, even me. She acts more like my mother than my actual mother. She has short blonde hair which is braided back. Her brown orbs search my face for some good news. She's no taller than 5 foot 6, which is taller than me by a foot and 2 inches. Yeah, I'm only 4 foot 4. I hook my thumb toward Melody, who's still in the doorway. "Well today! I'm not alone. Treat her good now. Don't want to hear about any trouble~! Alright, be good, Melody!" I cheer as I walk into the principal's office. Before I can react to anything a hand slaps me straight across the cheek. My head bangs against the door behind me and I don't dare move my gaze. My cheek stings like I'd been punched. It wouldn't be shocking if I really got punched. The principal packs quite a punch when she's not trying. I move my hand to my cheek as if putting pressure on it will make it stop hurting. I was wrong, but it was worth a shot. I drop my hand to my side and wonder why the principal must be my mother. "15! This is the 15th time you've been in here this week, Jessaline!!" She yells. Yes, my real name is Jessaline. I hate my real name. Always have, always will. I stay quiet as my mother rants on. "Really! You're making this entire school look bad!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE FACE OF THIS SCHOOL, JESSALINE!!" I take another hard hit to the face once again hitting my head on the door. She's always been like this. My mother has never liked me, but refused to put me up for adoption or send me to my father in hopes of being able to change me. Ever since I was old enough to walk she's beat me for uncontrollably using my powers or saying something out of line or mispronouncing a word in general. She's the reason I had no friends. Every time I'd make one she'd flip out calling them a bad influence to their parents' faces and then take me home to beat the living shit out of me. I cried myself to sleep so many times when I was younger and sometimes still do. When I met Melody my mother saw her as a good influence because of all of her grades and her reputation, but I was still beat for even thinking about talking to Melody. She beats me for my grades, my language, knowing multiple languages, going to parties, drinking, wanting to try new things, trying to step outside of this bubble she's shoved me into, and using my powers. She's hates the fact that I have powers. It doesn't make me "normal". She doesn't understand that I don't want to be normal. I can still remember the night I dyed my hair the first time. I dyed it blonde and mother beat me. I was 7, yes, and my grandmother gave me permission cause I wanted to look like my mother since she was so hellbent on making me just like her, but she didn't need to beat me. Mother hated it and made me dye it back. I sigh softly. "Mom-""DON'T MOM ME!! YOU SHOULD BE DOING YOUR BEST!! Getting good grades, making friends, being NORMAL!""But normal is boring. If everyone were normal this world would just be a bunch of people going to work or school and then going home and doing nothing!" My mother glares."That's how the world should be. Not what this FOTD wants," She states. I try not to focus on her statement about he FOTD. Her views on the world are so stupid! My mother puts her hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye. "You'll see it someday." I want to just punch her in the face, but I'm trying to keep my anger down. It wouldn't be the first time I lost my temper on her, but this time I won't live to see tomorrow. Keep your cool, Jynx. She doesn't deserve your time. She doesn't deserve your words or thoughts. She'll figure it out some day. She'll catch the hint one day. Just keep your distance and there will be no beating today'. I push myself away from the childish thoughts that plague my mind. She'll never see it. She's too blind. You can pray, you can hope, but nothing will change. Nothing. Just agree and then ignore her. Do what you always do. "Right," I mutter. She turns me back toward the door, opens it, and pushes me out of the room."Now go back to class!" She hisses and slams the door. I step outside of the office and wait for Melody.