Lenoir The Devil Inside Me

”God, I hate Mondays. ”

Eyes; deep red. Almost crimson, with an air of sunken melancholy. Although they
e mesmerizing they almost seem artificial as if no life exists behind them.

Skin; smooth. Sickly pale, perhaps to an illness? Yet the smooth luster and alluring complexion make it seem ethereal.

Hair; is almost as white as snow. So stark white it practically reflects light. The hue makes it seem as if it were dyed. But no, its natural.

Body; chiseled. The v-shaped body is as if it were crafted by a heavenly sculptor. Perhaps it was?

Yet with all of these the air around the figure was heavy and sad. With no scars, marks, or defects the only scar was the one no one could see. The ones on the inside. Yet with a splash of water, all the feelings of dread quickly dissipated.

”God, I hate Mondays. ” I said tossing a handful of water on my face as I began to prepare myself for the ”excitement ” filled day. The grand opening of a luxury Variant school was scheduled today and I would end up being dragged along.

”What was it called again? HGVU, Herold Grant Variant University… Funny little name. ” I said to myself as I began to brush my teeth. Herold Grant was the first variant, who contacted ”the originator ” while hunting a runaway slave back in 1774. To think super-abled humans have been around for almost two hundred and sixty years is something.

I spat out the water-toothpaste mixture that was residing in my mouth as a swished around a smaller quantity of water. I checked the watch on my wrist before sighing.

It was currently about 9-Am and the presentation for the school would begin at 11. I shook my head one more time before walking out of the grandiose white marble bathroom.

I was immediately greeted by the stuffed face of a seven-year-old girl. The scent of what was in her mouth quickly hit my nose. Pancakes?

”Yari? ” I asked surprised at the sudden arrival. It wasn sudden, I sensed her four minutes ago when she first came to wait at the door.

”Dah said go downstairs. ” She responded chewing her breakfast. I smiled softly and pat her on the top of the head.

Me and my family of five lived in a massive estate, 13,000 feet massive. Eight Beds, twelve bathrooms, a basketball court, and three kitchens all on different sects of the home. I think the house was listed at Fifteen million dollars. I suppose thats the price for ”royalty ” in California.

It also had over three billion dollars worth of state-of-the-art defenses, an underground training ground, and a complete 45-vehicle hangar. But those were the items that weren listed. Only four of us lived in the house, with me, my father, mother, and sister. My older brother had left to join the army and was quickly recruited into a Variant Special Force Squad.

Lost in my thoughts I hadn even realized I was already in the main kitchen facing the other two members of my current family.

Allen, and Mariane Lenoire; two of the most feared Variants in the world, well one Variant and one human, father wasn a Variant. Allen, a genius businessman with a knack for military inventions. And when I say inventions I mean things such as armored suits that allow you to fly at a thousand miles per hour, or fire beams of light from your eyes. The world knew him as Quantum, the lead member of The Paragons.

As for Mariane unlike her husband she didn rely on technology as she was pure firepower from her awakened genes. Superhuman strength, speed, and perception. Her powers seemed even sharper during the night time which is where she got her name; The Night-Owl who was also a founding member of The Paragons.

I flashed a smile at my parents as I walked towards my spot at the mahogany wood table.

”Good morning. ” We all said, a maid setting down the plate before me. The pancakes were designed in an almost pentagonal shape, with what I was certain was some kind of soft caramel syrup. Something that was not too sweet nor bitter. The pattern on the plate had me mesmerized I couldn even find the will inside to eat it. It was too pretty to look at. I almost wanted to cry.

”So, are you excited? I mean todays the big day. A big day for both of us! You get to learn more about the academy and I get to make a big fancy speech. ” My father said taking a swig from his glass. I believe he was drinking orange juice.

I stretched my neck, cracking it as I glanced at him and then back down at the plate. ”I suppose I am excited. ” Not only was today the grand opening for the academy but also the enlistment of its first official class. From what I knew classes would start in about three months.

”So… Kaine, are you sad to be leaving your old school? I know you had plenty of friends there. Im sure youd like to see if they planned on enrolling as well? ” Mother chimed in picking her fork up carefully and slowly placing a clump of scrambled eggs in her mouth.

I let her words fall in my ears for a moment. Would I miss my old friends? I mean sure, we had good times but why should I be stuck in them when I could easily make new friends at a new school?

”… ”

”… ”

”I don know… ”

***

It was a large open field, maybe the length of a football stadium. In the middle stood five men, all from the school board. Which shocked me the most was that my father was also a part of the school committee. But why wouldn he be? He was probably a large financial asset. In front of the metal stands stood a large podium on which the men stood.

Mother and I were sitting in the front row, with Yari at her school. I had dropped her off.

A tall man, who seemed to be perhaps forty simply appeared on stage. He was dressed in a black and white dress suit with a black long coat, adorned by six tiny platinum stars on the right of his chest.

The stands held perhaps four thousand people, three thousand exact of which were students. The rest parents or paid workers fill in the spot of the teenage Variant.

”Welcome, students and parents! My name is Eric Heimel, also known as Mr. Miracle. But for the next year, you will know me as Head Master Heimel, or Dean Heimel. And on this stage stand five of our senior slash head supervisors for our university. ” He stood still for a moment as he pointed to the five men on the left of him.

The stands soon erupted with cheers. All five men were either heroes or superheroes, although they mean more or less the same.

Starting from right to left it began: Dark Titan, a Variant that was able to control his size but also the density and mass of any object he held. Being able to make a folded piece of paper hit you like a truck, or throwing a car as if it were a ping pong ball.

Then: Silver Sniper, as the name suggested was an expert marksman. Ex-Marine turned hero. His gene allows him to see the exact angle of trajectory of any object he shoots or throws. Making him… an impeccab