Four years later
Ryan's P.O.V
Today started like most days. I woke to Todd's loud snoring above me and the side of my face wet with drool half stuck to the pillowcase. My eyes squinted to avoid the harsh beam of light cutting through the window blinds as I scanned the room for my analog clock resting on my cluttered desk. I almost gave up, perfectly content with falling back into slumber when my vision focused on the glowing digits.
7:16 AM
I cursed so loud I nearly woke Todd! Shooting out of bed I began searching for clothes to cover my half naked body. I spotted a shirt sleeve sticking out of my laundry pile and pulled it on ignoring the smell of sweat and grime from its last wear. I found some sweats and pulled those on too before racing out of my room.
The hallway was packed with regular students who didn't have advanced training, which practically made up the rest of the damn school. I weaved through the sea of bodies, almost trampling a small girl when I reached the end of the hallway. My eyes scanned for the closest elevator, 10 feet away being loaded up by Ororo and two wide eyed students.
"Hold the elevator!" I yelled. Her brown eyes met mine and a manicured hand held the door open as I dived for it. A small "oof" escaped as I met the tiled interior. The blue light entirely too bright for my still adjusting eyes.
"Ryan, I could've sworn Logan said practice was at 7."
"Sorry Ororo. I slept in."
She eyed my green pants and purple long sleeve. Her nose pulled up and it must've been a lot dirtier than I thought. Her eyes finally landed on my bare feet. "Clearly," was all she offered me.
When we reached the basement I waved to let them off first. The kids rushed out headed towards the jet hangar and Ororo followed, spewing instructions and rules for whatever activity she had planned for them. I veered left into the locker room, shedding my clothes switching into my training gear. I grabbed a scrunchie from the bottom of my locker and shouldered through the exit into the training room. Everyone else was lined up and Logan was toying with the central console.
"You're late." Cassie whispered to me. Her frizzy blonde hair covered most of her face but I could see her smile. I muttered an apology as I tied my shoulder length dirty blonde hair out of my face.
There were five students in this session. Blake, Chains as we called him, was a dark boy with black tattoos of metal links that covered his arms and back. He could make them separate from his body and use them in combat. His square jaw was set, black hair cut short in a military style and eyes fixed on Logan. Focused.
Next to him Ivi, a.k.a Buzz. She had sleek black hair with striking streaks of blue and purple. She was the biggest goth at the school. Pale. Sunk and sullen. Usually kept to herself. The only thing that would make you notice her is when her hands are surrounding with crackling blue lightning, that or the annoying hum that seemed to resonate from her. She reminded me a lot of Thalia Grace.
My least favorite training buddy, Camille stood next to her. She had the ability to obtain any objects physical characteristics such as density, texture, color, etc. Instead of using it as an offensive power, however, she has a knack for blending into her environment. She liked to sneak on people a lot. Me especially.
Then there was Cassie or Flutter. She had frizzy blonde hair that went perfectly with her beige-colored skin and she looked flawless in her skin tight black and yellow X-Trainee suit. She was a gentle and kind spirit and her power mimicked that. Near her shoulder, she had a fading purple tattoo of a butterfly. She was a telepath, and when she uses her psychic abilities fluttering butterflies swarm around her head. It was quite fascinating.
