Snippet #1786397

And with that they moved through the gates. Adrian had recognised Viktor and Daisy immediately, although he had never ever noticed anything about Viktor that would make him "the boot guy". The air was thick with emotion, one could almost taste the anticipation the students felt. He didn't even look at their faces to know what they were thinking, and a part of him was surprised. He was in a school where students were being taught about the strangest of beings and how to kill them, and all they could think about were the most trivial of things. People were complaining about their electronic devices running out of battery, about how their hats itched, about how that guy never noticed them, those kinds of things. It made him wonder... If you were given proof of things like vampires and banshees existing, why would you ever care about anything else?

Callen on the other hand weren't paying much attention to anyone else, pushing them aside to make her way through. No doubt that her status on the school had dropped to a lower level lately, probably because of her behaviour. "Who cares?" she whispered, knowing that many of those nearby most definitely were inferior to her intellect. Her group though, seemed to have jumped right from the pages of a teen novel. It amused her a little to think about it. "Daisy, the girl who doesn't really seem to ever understand the situation, Adrian who just seems like a gentle giant type of guy, Viktor who certainly have secrets, not interesting ones though, Zach the kid who was neglected by his father and therefore seeks approval, Me... The girl who lost something important which must be recovered no matter the cost and finally... Anna. The Lost." If it wasn't because she was sure that she wasn't in a story written by teens, she would have thought them to be the main cast.

"I'm tired of stalling here, let's get on our way." She said to them.

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Something happened. A sound of metal retracting, a sudden freedom to be felt. She could move.

Slowly, ever so slowly she sat up. It hurt. It hurt so much. Her entire body felt like it had undergone surgery, which it in fact had, and that it hadn't healed yet. There wasn't much light. She tried to turn her head to look around, but found that she couldn't. Whatever type of helmet it was that she was wearing, was also attached to her shoulders, so she couldn't have turned her head in the first place.

"Have I been in an accident...?" she asked herself, already knowing that the answer was no. She traced the edge of her helmet by her shoulders, and then understood. She could feel that it was a bolt. She tugged it lightly, and winced. She could feel it in her skin!

At once she wanted to scream, but couldn't. Her lips could not part, and she could make no sounds. She reached out to look at her hands, and saw that they were covered in strange gloves, something she had never seen the likes of. Then, looking at the floor she saw a man's body. Slowly, she put her feet on the ground, trying to ignore the pain she couldn't express anyway, to see if she could walk.