Rainy Quelle's Story

"Cute."

The manila folder rest easily in the palms of Angel's hands as she gazed down at the picture inside of it. There were several shots taken of the young man, a few of them showing him clearly, while others were from the side or slightly blurry. Some were face shots, and others were full-body shots. She had to admit, he was quite the attractive man, especially one who was less than a year younger than her, yet appeared seventeen or eighteen in age.

"Oh, I could just eat you up ... To bad that scrumptious face of yours hides a beast just waiting to be unleashed," she purred. "Mr. Inviso," she said, a soft giggle escaping her lips at the childish wit.

She snapped the folder shut and glanced up as a woman approached, who wore an apron and carried a white flip-book. She twirled out a pen and gave the young, striking blonde before her a kind smile.

"What can I get ya', hun'?"

Angel pursed her lips and looked down at her menu, before raising her class to the kindly woman.

"I would like a Frappucino with extra whipped cream, along with the All Dog's Go to Heaven meal, with and extra side of bacon, five strips exactly, please," she smiled, closing the menu and holding it out to the woman, waiting patiently for her to finish writing down her order.

"I'll get that right out for you, shoog," she smiled, taking the menu and tucking it under her writing arm before striding off to the kitchen. "Hey Al! We gotta All Dog's meal, extra side of bacon, crispy! Five strips!" she called, sliding behind the counter, where she snapped it into the cliche metal spin-wheel, which she spun so that the order was visible to the cook, Al.

Angel turned her head to gaze out the window beside her, her two-person booth a bit lonely in comparison to the happy, chattering, laughing customers that surrounded her. Families had obviously come from breakfast, along with friends, young couples, a few elderly people, and truck drivers. A few single people were lingering about, like her, but they were dressed in business clothes, which showed their obvious importance and gave them a reason to be alone. They obviously had stopped in for breakfast on their ways to work, while their spouses were undoubtedly off doing something, perhaps at home with their children. Her position, a requested one to be in the corner booth of the restaurant, was dark and lonely the more that she thought about.

"Christ, I need to get a life," she murmured, heaving a sigh as she gazed out at the sidewalks with milling crowds of people. "Or a cat. A cat would be nice," she added, taking on a thoughtful expression. "Maybe I'll be a cat-lady. I mean, I'm already twenty-four and have had zero luck in the department of love, so I really have squash going for me. Zip, to be completely honest. There's also the fact that I talk to myself way to often for it to be healthy - exactly like I'm doing right now," she said. "Pity-fests, is what they are. But whatever. I'm perfectly happy," she said, holding her chin high and attempting to convince at least herself of that fact. "Besides, who needs companionship? I'll just be a cat-lady. Yup, a cat-lady," she nodded determinedly, a silly grin on her lips.

"Here's your Frappe, darlin'."

Angel looked up and accepted the drink as the woman placed her food before her.

A heart attack waiting to happen, she thought cheerily as she picked up a fork, eyeing the large Frittata before her, which was decked out with Canadian bacon, bacon, and sausage. Delicious and totally worth the extra thirty pounds - a joke, but she would undoubtedly gain some weight from the Omelette-impersonator, which was far more delicious than it's close relative - which was, in fact, the Omelette. Frittata's fwere so much better.

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Really? Math class? Who's idiotic idea was it to station the 'robot' in a high school? Honestly, sometimes, the Director just ...

Of course, she wasn't paying attention. Why should she? First of all, she was a 'legal' adult - not that it really mattered, to be honest. Secondly, she knew everything that she already needed to know about mathematics. Actually, she knew pretty much everything that she needed to know about basically all areas of teaching that the school offered.

"Ms. Fathers, since you seem so keen as to not pay attention in my class, would you care to answer this question?"

Rainy turned a bored, dull gaze upwards, her eyes falling onto the chalkboard - a little oldtimesy, don't you think, Ms. Hardil? - and onto the chalk that the woman was writing with. The squeak of it on the board was mildly annoying, and she found herself dozing off while watching her write.

When she pulled her hand away, a complicated - at least, that's what Rainy supposed Ms. Hardil had been aiming at for her - equation was written on the board.

10*9*8*7*6*5*4*3*2*1 = 10!

The woman rounded to face the girl, her expression holding a smirk to it, behind her wavy air of authority.

"How can this be possible, Ms Fathers?"

Fathers. What a stupid last name for a stupid alias for a stupid school. Pronounced as Fa-Thurs, with an annoying enunciation on the 'a'.

Again, why do I have to be here?

With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes as she rose, her chair scraping back across the floor in the room that was meant to be for Freshman students, she made her way up to the front of the room, snatched the chalk rudely from the woman's hand, and turned to the board. The chalk made no sound as she skillfully wrote upon the board, and by the time she was done, her 'classmates' were staring on in awe at the random writing on the board - or so it seemed.

10*9*8*7*6*5*4*3*2*1 = 10!
So 10! means 10(10-1)(10-2)(10-3)(10-4)(10-5)(10-6)(10-7)(10-8)(10-9)=
10*9*8*7*6*5*4*3*2*1=10!

She dropped the chalk onto the little metal tray that was connected to the wall, where it made a soft clatter as it connected, and turned to face the class.

"The answer of '10' means that it is 10 distributed into 10 times negative one, 10 times negative two, 10 times negative three, and so on, all the way until it ends at 10 times negative nine. Therefore, ten-times-nine-times-eight-times-seven-times-six-times-five-times-four-times-three-times-two-times-one is equal to 10!," she explained, crossing her arms.

The students were deadly quiet. Not even a whisper could be heard in the room, and it was a bit disconcerting, to be completely honest.

Why are they so quiet? It's ... Weird. It's unnatural! I just solved the equation. Why is that such a-

First one whisper, and then another, and another, until the entire room was loud enough to rock it - almost. They were impressed. Rainy smirked and gave Ms. Hardil a more-than-smug look as she moved back towards her seat and slid into it, leaning back and kicking up her feet, where she dropped them to her desk. Her eyes shot to their corners, following upon him. Avory. What an odd name. Honestly, who would name their child that? Why not Avery? Why Avory? True, her name wasn't normal, either, but really, why would a person name their kid something so common yet spell it so oddly?

His entire family was full of freaks. He just happened to be the one who was more so than the rest.

And he was a threat to the United States and it's citizens. The Director had provided enough evidence of that to prove it to be true.

He was smart. Far too intelligent for his own good and for her to be able to fool easily. But all men were gullible, especially when confronted with a pretty, innocent face. A pretty, innocent, new face. One that would be helpless to find her way to her next class.

He would be putty in her hands.

And when the final blow came, he wouldn't even see it coming. One minute, he would be walking, and the next, he would be back in whatever hole he had crawled out of.

"Devil's spawn," she murmured, far too low for any of her classmates to hear, even the ones immediately surrounding her "Death will befall you ..." Her hand rose, and her fingers curled around the charm that was slung along the chain around her neck.

The kid in the back was wearing his hat in a way so that you could not see his face. The teacher however thought that meant he was not paying attention, so she went to point it out. However, when she got there, she noticed something. "Hey, you are not Mr. Harren. Who are you?"

"Didn't you get the message, there was a change in classes. I think he got transferred or something. All I know is that I got moved into this class".

The teacher looked questioning. She went over to the phone and called the main office. "Yes, I see. I never got the memo, no. And everything has been handled already? That was quick...all right, thank you".

Ms Father looked somewhat embarrassed. "Apparently Mr. Harren was transferred, and was switched to a higher level school. Apparently they see potential in him. I say, good riddance. I was also told to give you this letter, Ms. Quelle. Something about the track team. I never quite knew why they call it track when you don't do any tracking. Anyways, I will hand out some worksheets to do. And here, since you are so smart Ms. Quelle, there is an advanced worksheet for you".

Avory had never been in that class that day, and there was no way that was a coincidence. He had been a bit cocky though, leaving the letter for the tracking program, practically mocking his tracker. But it came with the intelligence. And he had left his tracker in the middle of his own class, with a pile of work. And one of the sheets she got was signed by Avory, from the advanced math section.

Meanwhile, in a far more interesting location...

Avory exited a subway, his backpack on. He immediately went to work. He went over to a police officer, asked him if he liked magic, and then did a magic trick, making his credit card appear seemingly out of nowhere. Now, his wallet would have been simple, but a lone credit card without the wallet? That is a good trick. He gave the card back, and kept moving. There was a messenger, wearing a messenger company's hat, caring a package. He walked up behind him, and with a quick, smart move, trapped him to the railing. When he jerked back instantly and let go of his bag, his hat fell off too. He looked behind him, and saw himself handcuffed to the railing of the stairs he was walking up. When he went to look at his package, he noticed both it and his hat was missing.

Meanwhile, Avory, wearing the hat and holding the bag, entered the building. "I have a package I am supposed to deliver myself to someone in this building. You can see the signed order yourself, its right here...". Avory took out the signed order, and the guard looked at him. "Aren't you a bit young?"

"Interning. So, can you unlock the elevator?"

"Well, the order is good. All right, elevators unlocked. Good luck with the interning!"

Avory was let into the elevator. As the elevator went up the floors, he watched the timer, waiting for one specific floor. When the floor was reached, he pressed a button on a control device in his pocket. Seconds later, the building's power went out. Avory knew how to take out power to the whole building. He then quickly escaped the elevator using some tools he brought, and then making his way into a room nearby. He pulled out a government file: his file. He burned it, threw it on some other files, and then went over to the room with all the memory drives, and smashed the memory device that holds and records video from the camera, and the one that held his data digitally. He then went back to the elevator, sealed the doors, and triggered the control again, undoing what he had just done before. He pretended to be banging on the elevator the moment he did this, as if he had been doing that the whole time, then calming down as it continued to move. He then delivered the package, got payed, then made his way down and out of the building.

(In the words of myself, no one tells me where my character starts but me!)