FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
In the middle of a missive forest, stood a place that most people didn't know existed. It was a massive Gothic style castle that was so large you couldn't see all of it. The tall towers rose from thick fog and candlelight shone from all the windows. Most of the beings that lived there, preferred the softer light of candles to the harsh glare of electricity. Not to say there wasn't electricity. The compound was home to some of the best technology in the world, a safe haven for the tech geeks that also lived there. Technically the school didn't exist. The dozens of miles spread out in all directions didn't exist. The creatures that called the place home, did not exist. That was why it was so safe, that and the fact that the people who lived there where some of the most dangerous creatures in existence. The school currently held claim to a half breed Archangel for example, who was currently eighteen and was the Captain of the Archery Club. There was a woman who was a class ten Necromancer. She could call up souls that had been dead for centuries, or recall a dead man who looked so real he breathed and blushed. There where sorcerers, witches, werewolves, vampires, siren, anything you could imagine. For some it was a haven where they could learn to control their new powers. For others, it was the only place they had left to go.
That was the case for the two young teenagers who had just appeared Via a car, driven by the Ex-Hunter Phil Coulson. Phil Coulson was the favorite teacher for almost all of the students. He was the one who taught young beings how to better control their powers, and helped others learn what they where. Not everyone was born being what they where after all. Some only became, or exhibited signs long after their childhood. Phil was the best. He had retired from being an Active Hunter, a huge army of people who kept the average human from finding out the supernatural existed. Recently, a large group of humans had located a werewolf pack who was not obeying the rules. The Blackmoon Pack had been kidnapping young children, and turning them into werewolves to be used in an bloodthirsty army. Few of the kidnapped children survived. The werewolves had been busted only a month ago, after breaking into a hospital and stealing over thirty children, just as they had last time. Unlike last time, none of the babies had been infected. Of the last crew kidnapped, only two had survived, Bucky Buchanan Barnes and Steven Joseph Rogers. The only two survivors of a forty count kidnap. They where also the only survivors of the Blackmoon Pack. The Hunters had decided not to kill them because they hadn't fought back, and because they where still kids. Both only sixteen. It had taken a month to clear them of the parasites that living as a wild pack had inflicted on them. Roundworm, Mange, flees, ticks, ear mites and even heart worm. Living as a wild animal had long lasting effects. While Bucky looked strong, firm, healthy and tough, Steven Rogers was small, pale, thin, sickly and barely looked like he could pick up a can of soup, let alone be a threat. People would soon learn it was Steve who was the dangerous one.
They where dressed in school issue clothing, indicating that they where there on scholarship. Most of the kids going to the school where rich, came from rich parents and where 'pure blooded' of sorts. Most students going there where born knowing what and who the where and where going to make connections or because their parents didn't have the time, the patience or the skill to teach their children themselves. Many of the students could trace their inhuman genetics back through dozens of ancestors. Many of them where arrogant and thought beasts like Rogers and Barnes shouldn't exist. Never mind that Barnes and Rogers where two of the strongest werewolves in existence, true born or not. “this is it boys. Your new home.” Phil Coulson said, sliding out of the car. “This is Blackthorn Academy.” He moved around to the back of the car and got the boys suitcases. They each had very few things to call their own, but thy did have some, which was all in the two suitcases. “you'll be rooming together, just like you requested.” Phil promised them. “this way please.” he ordered, leading the way inside. Bucky took both suitcases, since Steve was often too tired or weak to do any real heavy lifting. The heart worm had done a lot of damage to Steve's body.
None of them noticed the tall man watching from one of the windows in one of the towers. “Sir.” the man turned to look at the young man on the bed. “the two new students are werewolves. Not true born, but they have been werewolves since infancy. They could probably assist you.” he admitted, turning to make some coffee for the young man. “they will probably be placed in the empty room down the hall.” he admitted. “would you like me to make them a welcoming treat? Cookies perhaps?” he asked, watching Tony. “You should really get up. Classes will begin in an hour, if your late, Headmistress Hill will punish you again. You don't want to scrub floors again do you?” he asked,
That was the case for the two young teenagers who had just appeared Via a car, driven by the Ex-Hunter Phil Coulson. Phil Coulson was the favorite teacher for almost all of the students. He was the one who taught young beings how to better control their powers, and helped others learn what they where. Not everyone was born being what they where after all. Some only became, or exhibited signs long after their childhood. Phil was the best. He had retired from being an Active Hunter, a huge army of people who kept the average human from finding out the supernatural existed. Recently, a large group of humans had located a werewolf pack who was not obeying the rules. The Blackmoon Pack had been kidnapping young children, and turning them into werewolves to be used in an bloodthirsty army. Few of the kidnapped children survived. The werewolves had been busted only a month ago, after breaking into a hospital and stealing over thirty children, just as they had last time. Unlike last time, none of the babies had been infected. Of the last crew kidnapped, only two had survived, Bucky Buchanan Barnes and Steven Joseph Rogers. The only two survivors of a forty count kidnap. They where also the only survivors of the Blackmoon Pack. The Hunters had decided not to kill them because they hadn't fought back, and because they where still kids. Both only sixteen. It had taken a month to clear them of the parasites that living as a wild pack had inflicted on them. Roundworm, Mange, flees, ticks, ear mites and even heart worm. Living as a wild animal had long lasting effects. While Bucky looked strong, firm, healthy and tough, Steven Rogers was small, pale, thin, sickly and barely looked like he could pick up a can of soup, let alone be a threat. People would soon learn it was Steve who was the dangerous one.
They where dressed in school issue clothing, indicating that they where there on scholarship. Most of the kids going to the school where rich, came from rich parents and where 'pure blooded' of sorts. Most students going there where born knowing what and who the where and where going to make connections or because their parents didn't have the time, the patience or the skill to teach their children themselves. Many of the students could trace their inhuman genetics back through dozens of ancestors. Many of them where arrogant and thought beasts like Rogers and Barnes shouldn't exist. Never mind that Barnes and Rogers where two of the strongest werewolves in existence, true born or not. “this is it boys. Your new home.” Phil Coulson said, sliding out of the car. “This is Blackthorn Academy.” He moved around to the back of the car and got the boys suitcases. They each had very few things to call their own, but thy did have some, which was all in the two suitcases. “you'll be rooming together, just like you requested.” Phil promised them. “this way please.” he ordered, leading the way inside. Bucky took both suitcases, since Steve was often too tired or weak to do any real heavy lifting. The heart worm had done a lot of damage to Steve's body.
None of them noticed the tall man watching from one of the windows in one of the towers. “Sir.” the man turned to look at the young man on the bed. “the two new students are werewolves. Not true born, but they have been werewolves since infancy. They could probably assist you.” he admitted, turning to make some coffee for the young man. “they will probably be placed in the empty room down the hall.” he admitted. “would you like me to make them a welcoming treat? Cookies perhaps?” he asked, watching Tony. “You should really get up. Classes will begin in an hour, if your late, Headmistress Hill will punish you again. You don't want to scrub floors again do you?” he asked,