The SoulMate Project

Chapter 1- Bad Teacher

Chapter 1:

Bad Teacher

She tapped the end of her pencil uselessly against the desk, watching as the boy dressed in black paced before her in an irritated manner, his jaw set with impatience. His eyes narrowed as he paused to look at her, golden eyes blazing. "Do you really not get the concept?"

The pencil paused, mid-tap and her steel gaze found his. "For the last time: No. I don't get it."

"Then pay closer attention," he snapped, "Because I will not be explaining again." He tapped a finger against the board, towards the time line he had set up. "Hundreds of years ago, society used to be filled with ordinary people- people who may have been different orientation or religion, but who were all still very much the same. Then in circa 2345, there was an outbreak. You could call it a disease of sorts, one that takes over the mind and then consumes the body. This disease was able to manipulate a human being, putting them in their more primal state, making them act like animals. Usually, the signs for this disease was of animal attributes being shown, either with nails growing ridiculously long in the form of claws, or in other cases the humans body being covered in hair cells and fur sprouting all over the body. Even pupils would sometimes morph into catlike slits. They called this disease-" The girl rose her hand and he stopped in mid sentence. He sighed. "Yes, what is it Ebony?"

Ebony lowered her hand and rest her chin on her palm in a bored like manner. "How is this relative to my mission? Obviously, there are no more outbreaks of the disease since I haven't seen any form of it."

The man sighed, "I'll get to that, now if you just let me continue-"

Ebony interjected. "Why can't we just skip this part so I can go on the mission? I'd prefer action to this crap."

"Ebony..." He was trying to keep his voice controlled and even, but her constant whining was driving him insane. "It's better that you know so you are more prepared for the things you are about to see-"

She groaned, banging her head against the desk. "You're so boring!" Her head shot back up and she pouted. "Come on, just let me go. I never did anything to you."

Yes, you did. She could almost see him thinking bitterly. You came into my life and ruined everything. Aloud he said, "I'm not trying to do this as a punishment. I'm doing this to prepare you mentally. Ebony, you must understand that there are more to missions than just getting ready for them physically."

The girl rolled her eyes, and tossed her flaming red hair back over a delicate shoulder. A simple cord was laced around her neck and a pendant the shape of a moon hung uselessly from it, she played with the pendant, now, between long, pianists fingers, eyes still locked with his. "Damon, stop treating me like I'm some kid. It's getting irritating. I know the consequences and what could come to me emotionally, but I've been through a lot in my short years. At this point, I'm pretty sure I can handle anything."

Damon rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You still act like an ignorant child."

"Because you keep treating me like one!" Ebony snapped, jerking out of her seat. They were in Damon's room and she couldn't help but feel annoyed just by breathing in his smoky scent. It even resembled him, with its clean and put together exterior. Everything was in order; bed sheets pressed and placed on the bed in an orderly fashion; books stacked neatly on a bookshelf in the far off corner composed mostly of Shakespeare works and thick history books, all of them alphabetical order; even his closet was open, and from what she saw, everything had been set in order to color coding. Not even when he'd pushed his desk to the center of his room and brought out a blackboard had it changed the feeling of cleanliness or even erased it. It was like he'd done it purposely so that when he rearranged things they'd be in picture perfect order. The entire place was insanity. She couldn't take it anymore. And she didn't. Ebony walked straight out of his room without ever looking back.