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  Without Zion Hydromel the program would have been a complete failure. Without the ‘z’ gene the blueprints would have never been stable. Without the mutation that took that young man’s life we may have been saved.


Chapter One:

The bell startled a boy with blood red hair out of his sleep. He turned glaring Blue eyes on the said ringer and it died with a choked noise. Then sighed. He shouldn’t have done that. He really shouldn’t have. But Damnit he’s been sleeping! Him! So he got a little miffed when his rare sleep was interrupted.


“Gaeraa?” A voice asked him. “Something bugging you or what?”


“I had been sleeping.” Gaeraa grumbled, Rian got an ‘oh-okay’ look. “But now it’s time for class, isn’t it?”


“Yeah.” Rian, the one he was talking too said from where she was leaning against a wall. “May as well go right? Try to be normal?”


“I’m surprised anyone of us even knows what it means.”


“Does anyone really know what it means? Human? Whatever the hell we are…that’s a complicated subject, Gaeraa.”


“Nothing about humans is anything but complicated. Have you seen Xain or Cain yet today?” he asked as the two walked up to the building.


“Nope…wait, yes. Xain’s not coming, Headache, and I haven’t seen Cain or I don’t think I did, but those too look so much alike who knows which one your talking too?” Rian put her hands up as they walked into the building.

  

Immediately they had the attention of nearly the entire commence area they just ignore it and went on with their conversation whilst heading into the main office. Of course the way they dressed may have had something to do with it.  


Gaeraa was in mostly dark red, one sleeve missing the other a brighter red fishnet. Dark red cargo pants, with brighter belts. The shirt had a black kanji for the word (insert word.) on it, it was designed to look like wet ink, and his boots were black as well. The bag over his shoulder was screaming for attention being the only none red thing currently on him, hell even his cell phone is red.
Rian was in a black tee shirt, along with her pants, baggy but not as much as Gaeraa’s, with a zip up jacket over it, which was done in a blue-black flames, with only the sleeves being actual cloth to where a tee-shirt normally cut off, the rest was a dark red fishnet. Her bag was a white-silver.
Yeah. They blended in real well. Gaeraa thought with sarcasm. Wonder what the teacher’s are gonna say?


Both had short hair, Gaeraa’s blood red, and Rian’s a more fiery color. Never mind the fact that both were small, bone pale, and Gaeraa had dark circles around, not just under, but also around, his eyes from his lack of sleep. And Rian’s Tattoo’s for Instability jumped out like sore thumb, given it was right above her blue eye…and had been done in emerald green.
Rian had circles too, just not as obvious as Gaeraa’s. The tattoo…Gaeraa was debating on getting his own.


“This should be fun.” Gaeraa grinned.


“Yeah.”  Rian laughed out.


“How long before the school gives up on us?” Gaeraa had a running bet on how long it was before they were given the privacy and space they liked.


“Half of it already has.”


“Week.”


“3.”


"Your on.”

  

The last one had given them…3 days, but it had been a private school and neither one had wanted to change their styles…they had been expelled in less then a month. A New record. This time they planned to make it work, but plans…tended to go wrong for them.


“Though, it may be longer, since you did kill the bell back there.”


“They don’t know that.”


“How long till we get into trouble for it?”


“…Lunch.” Gaeraa glanced at the clock. “And what we? I did it.”


“2 period.” Gaeraa’s comment was ignored.


“Why do you always guess lower?” He sighed, but didn’t try to repeat the statement, like it or not the two of them were partners in crime.


“I’m usually right. I know people.” Rian sounded smug.


“You’re A.I was programmed to be an interrogator.”


“Yeah, I know things about people.”


“How to torture them…?”

  

“Among others.” Rian let her eyes shift to behind Gaeraa. They had both been standing to one side of the room, leaning against the walls while waiting. Neither one was in a rush. “Here we go.”
The Principal, an aging old man, looked them over…once, twice…three times…Gaeraa turned to Rian who was having a silent laughing fit, with a smirk. This would a fun time certainly.


(I hope we haven’t killed the old man…though it would be kinda funny…)


(I doubt he’s seen a guy like you, Gaeraa after all, those could be called Girls clothes.)


(Oh, bullshit on that, they fit so what’s it matter?)


(You know humans.) Rian shrugged turning to look out the glass walls at the lunchroom beyond.

There were still some people looking at them. Rian chose to ignore them. So far only she and Gaeraa acted and dressed the way they did. Not another stuck up place? Parties were fun, as long as they didn’t touch alcohol. That stuff lead to problems…and usually a massacre.  Rian shook her head, not something she wanted to think about.


(He’s talking to you.) Gaeraa told his life-long friend, who turned back with a what look.


“Sorry, what?”


“Miss…ah?”


“…” Rian had to think. Last name…uh…she couldn’t use the last one, seeing as they had already caused a lot of trouble under that name…so…


(A little help? My Brain is fried.)


(No, it’s not or the school would be flattened, but…. I dunno. I’m too tired to think of
anything!)


(Lazy ass!)


(I’ve been up for a month!)


(So have I!)


“It’s Koderu, Sir.” A new voice put in sounded both bored and annoyed.


(Yours is Tekuru, Gaeraa.)


“Oh and you are?”


“Cain Koderu, sir.”


(Hey, why the hell is my name different?)


(Want to get caught with her again? Remember last time, you get a different name, because you two enjoy yourselves a little too much.)


(Like you don’t.)

  

(Not with the one who’s supposed to be my sister.)


(But we’re not related!! And it’s not like I can have just anyone…)


(Hence the different name, now focus.)


Gaeraa grumbled a bit more, but didn’t ask about it again.


“Ah, our other new student.”


(I think he’s gonna pass out.) Rian almost laughed, and was making an obvious effort
not too.


Cain had come to school in his normal attire. Which meant a long sleeved shirt which he had cut the sleeves off of and wrapped around his arms, though the shirt was black, the sleeves were neon blue, he pants were about the same as Gaeraa’s, and again black, but these too had been cut up, with the missing pieces filled in with the neon blue wrapping style.


(Hmm…I think he might too.) Cain blinked but didn’t lose his smirk. His style was decidedly his own. He loved to hack up his clothes and fill in the holes with some ridiculously bright color. Wait till he came to school in neon green. (No…he’s okay…but now he’s thinking about a dress code change…)
Cain hadn’t really had to add that as from the look on their faces the two saw it and the knew it. Humph. Well they had followed it up to this point. Cain could wear a lot worse…so could Gaeraa and Rian come to think.


(Wait, he said our other new student, what about Xian?) Gaeraa asked Cain confused now.

(He’s not coming yet. He doesn’t feel well. At. All.)


(What did he under dose or something?) Rian asked, wondering what could be wrong with the other one of…whatever it was they were.


(…Or something.)


Cain ignored the two after that. The principal went on for a few minutes about this and that. Pointedly ignore the three outlandish looks and then told them to report to Student services for their schedules.


“Why have us go to the office at all?” Rian grumbled as they walked about 10 feet down the hall to open the Student Office’s door.


“So he knows what we look like, and our names.” Gaeraa guessed, shrugging.


“He wants to see if we’ll be trouble.” Cain told them, smacking Gaeraa on the back of the head. “And

I think he’s decided we will be.”


“Gee, I wonder why?” Rian asked, as Gaeraa glared at Cain rubbing the back of his head.


“That hurt.”


“You broke the bell.” Cain told him in a harsh whisper. “Be lucky that’s all you get.”


“But it woke me up!”


““I don’t rightly give a damn.” Cain retorted. “You are in major trouble, and will be going home directly after school. Xain’ll be waiting.”


““What…but…” Gaeraa jumped when Cain turned on him.


““You know better.” Was all that was said.


““Who died and made you leader?” Rian demanded, pulling Gaeraa out of the way, she was no match for Cain but she didn’t like them ganging up on Gaeraa either.


““Adder.” Cain retorted, not pleased with either of them.


“Rian glared harder. “Not what I meant.”


““I know, but that’s the answer you get. Unless,” His voice lowered again. “Either of you want to go back to the center, you need to shut-up and listen. Breaking the clock was no big deal, but if we do too much they’ll notice. Got it?”


“Got it.” Rian lowered her eyes.


“Gaeraa had started fidgeting. None wanted to go back with them.


“Sorry.”


“Like I said, no big deal. Just watch it.” Cain retorted, turning to talk to the lady behind the desk.


(Hey, It’s okay; they’ll probably think the clock shorted out or something.) Rian still glared at Cain. He should be the one who knows better.


(Better then what, pray tell?) Cain was watching them out the corner of his eyes. (And no skipping. We can’t keep changing schools.)


(We shouldn’t even be going.) Rian’s mental voice rose considerably. (We don’t have to so why bother? It’s putting fresh meat in front of a starving dog!)


(Later.) Cain said in a final tone of voice.


Rian looked ready to argue. Damned if she wasn’t protective of her friend.


(I. Said. Later.)


No one argued when Cain used that voice.


They all ignored each other after that.

Contains later drug use, Genetic engeiring, Cursing, Violence,(possible more extreme in later chapters.) possibly adult situtions.(in later chapers, this one is mild.)

I'd really like constructive critism on this one. I want a project to work on, and I do like this idea-and have been playing with it for years. Title may change, not certain.

Chars, Story (c) me.
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