MyStory Book 1: A Cursed Destiny

Chapter 3: Room Z666

I woke up to a heavy knocking on my door.
"Come in," I yawned. I stretched with bleary eyes, groaning as I felt my back pop around four times.
The door cracked open, and my friend's 13-year-old head popped in. Blaze was more or less like a sister to me, as she was three years older than I. She took care of me when I was sick, cheered me up when I was sad, and protected me when I was being bullied. Only sometimes, really, but I didn't care. Not that I really need protecting.
"FlyCraft? It's time to get up. You don't want to be late. It's a big day for you."
'That's true,' I thought. 'Today's the day we all receive our prophecies.'
20 minutes later, I was walking down the pathway to school with black jeans, a black hoodie, a purple t-shirt, black combat boots, the white headband I almost never go without wearing, and gloves the color of blood, when I saw something that caught my attention. It was a group of girls known as The Chicks bullying one of my only friends, DarkWing. Long, curly hair, wide eyes, too much damn makeup, and an attitude that more than matches the Dark Lord Hatsnii's dead son, they make the perfect power-hungry retards. Probably gonna get implants once they're legally allowed too, if their parents aren't bankrupt from all the makeup by then.
"We'll make you a deal, princess. Do what we tell you or transfer." one of them said.
"Fine, I'll-" DarkWing said.
"Hey!" I shouted, "Why don't you pick on somebody with an ego that matches!"
The Chicks turned around and snorted. "What do you want, Emo?" the leader of The Chicks, known as Angel, said.
I dashed right up to her and punched her in the face with all my might. I love my right crosses. Years of roughhousing with people have taught me a variant off of boxing. And besides, I move too fast for people to counter in time anyway. Blood spurted from her nose so hard that it landed on my cheek, no joke. Angel collapsed on the ground and flipped me the bird. I chuckled darkly and said, "What's wrong? You want another one? Come on, DarkWing."
We both walked away, and just after the Chicks threatened us with telling the Demis, my friend Endersight joined us with a camera.
"Hey, Endersight, what's up?" I said.
"Oh, nothing. I was recording them to prove to Taylor that they were no-good retards, and I think he knows about your gift at combat, so I don't think he'll mind the ending. You gonna wipe that blood off your cheek, or is it gonna be your mid-morning snack?"
"Oh, worm?" I said. I grabbed EnderSight's camera and looked in the lens reflection, and wiped it off, and then said, "Damn. Even I didn't know that it got that far." I laughed, and they joined me, only slightly more half-hearted. Oh well, I tried.
"Uh, guys, we're here." DarkWing said, and we both looked up. She was right. I gulped with anticipation, a bead of sweat trailing down my neck.
As we walked in, our principal, Jake, greeted us at the door.
"So what went down this morning?" He said, looking at the trail of blood going up my arm. I snickered.
"Some good ol' punchin'." I said with a grin as we walked past him.
"I actually need to tell you guys something." the three of us turned around and looked at him questioningly.
"I got a note from Caden stating your talents. DarkWing, you're going to room Z211 for art classes and astronomy nightly. EnderSight, you're going to room Z125 for photography and video-making." both of them nodded as they were told where to go and why, then walked off happily, leaving me alone with Jake.
"FlyCraft, um... Caden said that he tested your skills at music and combat and said that you have skills beyond which he's ever seen."
Uh oh, I thought. This can't be good.
"So... he says that your room for music at day and combat at night will be room Z666."
"...But... You guys said the last person that went in there was the Dark Spirit AndSight."
"...That's what he said. He was also the person who decided that room for AndSight, and the best of the best go down there."
"And the people who don't freak the fuck out much around you guys." I replied. He smirked.
"Here. There's an elevator all the way down the hall and to your left. Go in there and insert this key. It'll take you to the Z floor. Oh yeah. You can't breathe a soul about this, unless it's to anyone on the Z floor, you understand me?" He cocked a brow at me until I nodded.
Seeming satisfied, Jake turned to his computer and said no more. I did as he instructed, waving to some of my acquaintances on the way, and came to an elevator. I walked in and started searching. a... p... r... y... and as I looked under the y floor, I saw a strange looking key-hole. As I was about to insert the key Jake gave me, I saw Blaze run up to me.
"Hey, FlyCraft!"
I smiled. "Ohai."
"Are you going down to the Z floor too?" She said once she saw the key in my hand.
"...Yeah."
"Cool! Which room?"
"...Room Z666."
Blaze went quiet. Deadly quiet. I was a little bit nervous, since she's gone quiet before, but never THAT quiet.
"Oh. That's cool." She didn't sound that excited.
I inserted my key, and we rode down, down, down in dead silence.
Once we got off the elevator, Blaze told me that her room was Z111, which was the first room. I nodded and continued walking, looking at the room numbers whilst doing so. About halfway down the hall, I cast a glance back, and noticed that every single room was empty except for the first 30 (btw there are about 100 rooms on the Z floor, the numbers just jump around). Everyone in those rooms, even the teachers, were watching me. As I looked at them, I realized how alone I would be. I turned away and let my chest-length jet black hair hang over my face as I pulled up my hood. That still didn't help they were staring and muttering to each other. As I reached the end of the dark hall, still aware that they were staring and muttering amongst each other, I saw my room number on the very last door. I realized that the door was locked, and as I put my hand on the doorknob, it glowed purple and I heard a woman's voice say "Come in."
I opened the door but just before I could step inside I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Austin. He said,
"FlyCraft... you have a gift no one has seen for 50 years now. Are you sure about this? You'll receive nothing but isolation from everybody else. That room might become your home until death. You'll be considered a freak of nature. You might even become a target for the Civils. Are you sure? You can jump back to floor Y if you want." I thought for a second, then rolled my eyes.
"Austin... the main question I've received in my life is 'Are you sure?' I'm sick and tired of hearing it and if I wasn't sure now, I would've jumped back to floor Y by now. So yes, I'm sure. Please... don't ask me again."
I turned around and walked in without saying farewell, because I knew, deep inside that I couldn't say it just yet.
When I walked inside I saw a very dimly lit room with a black portal and a translucent figure of a woman clothed in black.
"Hello, FlyCraft. It's been a very long time. I will be your teacher. Please, go into the portal to begin."
"How do I can trust you, and that I won't be attacked as soon as I go through the portal?"
"I'll tell you everything once you go into the portal. Just go." She smiled, and gestured to the towering portal in front of me.
Here goes nothing, I thought, and jumped into the portal. I was greeted with nothing.