7 comments/ 20070 views/ 10 favorites The Acedemy Ch. 01 By: poopydoo00 I woke up and stared up at my bed. I had grown tired of sleeping on it; it made me comfortable enough to dream. After all the wars; I didn't want to dream. I threw off the blanket and stared at my eighteen year-old face in the mirror of my hotel room. Hmph, after ninety years, you think it would've made a difference on my appearance after all the times I've been shot, beaten, stabbed, and hell, how many times I've killed myself, but no. I walked out of the hotel with only the clothes on my back. It's time for a new day at school. At this school, I'm starting out as a junior under some forged papers that I made. I could occasionally pass as a junior, as long as I made my voice a little higher, hunkered down a bit from my 6'5" normal height, and didn't accidentally tear any desks apart. I walked into the school labeled, "Martin Luther King Jr. High," It was running through my mind of how many other, 'Martin Luther King Jr. High's' I'd graduated from. Six. I walked into the office and said in my high voice, "Hi, I'm Zachary; I'm here for my first day of school. Can I have my schedule please?" I said to the obviously annoyed desk attendant. "Sure, kid. Zachary? Do you have a last name?" She asked, smacking her gum as she stared at me. "Yeah, Elliot," I said to her. I was going to use my real name at this school to avoid as much confusion as possible. I'd run into some situations that were hard to get out of when I used a fake name. "Alright then, here it is. Enjoy your day, Mr. Elliot," she said to me as I turned and left the office. 'Great, here goes another boring four years of High School,' I thought. I spent nearly the entire day listening to heartbeats, quiet conversations in the room I was in and rooms throughout the school, and deciding on what I was going to make myself this year. History geek? Football jock? The pussy magnet? Gothic kid? I've been all of them, I think of it sort of as an experiment. I'll just survey the people here and check it out. Everyone in the classroom was extremely diverse. There was an extremely attractive clique of girls on the opposite side of the classroom; they may be the reason to be a pussy magnet. There was a group of girls wearing dark clothing, all attractive as well. This was going to be a tough decision. I closed my eyes and found it easy to see myself fucking all of the clique girls at once, but the Goth girls were a different story. My sexual thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone coming over to my desk. "Hey, what's your name, kid?" The jock said. "Well, it's not, 'kid;' so don't call me that," I replied smartly. I could hear the jock's heart-rate rise as my comment angered him. I figure it angered him even more that I wasn't removing my sunglasses or even opening my eyes to acknowledge him. "Listen, I saw you eyeing my girlfriend over there, don't do it again or I'll kick your ass, got it?" He said. "Don't threaten me, you won't be able to play football if it goes too far," I said threateningly, still not opening my eyes. "Are you trying to start something, stupid?" He said. "No, I'm trying to get you to go back and take your seat." I said innocently. "Well it's not going to work," He said. I heard the wind shift as he pulled his fist back and accelerated it forward at an alarming speed. I reached up my hand and caught his fist with extreme ease. I tightened my grip around his fist with the tiniest of fractions of my strength and snapped several bones in his hand. "Agh! What the fuck?" He yelled in pain. It happened too quickly for his eyes to see. I pulled his arm behind his back, and pushed his knee in so his legs buckled and he fell onto the floor. Just so I could see him on the ground, I opened my eyes. "Son, do you understand why you're here?" The principle asked. "Because I defended myself and put the jock in a submissive position when he assaulted me?" I said, smartly. "You're here because you violated school rules of violence on the first day back from summer. Because this is mostly Mr. Johnson's fault, we're going to excuse you," He said. "I'm going to ask that you take off those glasses in the school," He added. "Yes, sir," I said as I removed them. "Now, will you just answer one question for me?" He asked. "Sure, what do you want to know?" I replied. "How did you break his hand? By the X-Ray, the doctor says you broke most of the bones in his hand, and by the way you described what happened, you wouldn't have much time to do that," He said. I got up and left the room. I can't tell anybody the reason because I don't even know how I can do it. I can hear things that other people can't, I've got the strength of fifty men and then some, and, most importantly, I don't age. "Dude, are you the kid that kicked Eli's ass?" Some guy asked me. "That depends, was that the asshole who attempted to hit me?" I said smartly. "Well, yeah, I guess so," the kid said. "Then yes. I kicked his ass, why?" I asked. "Because dude, he was a dick to pretty much everybody in school. We're all thankful that he's out for a while. Some girls said that they'll thank the dude who did it," The kid said. "Okay... And this concerns you, how?" I said. "Well... Nobody really knew who it was, I was wondering if I could tell people it was me," The kid said shyly. "Umm... Sure, kid. Why not," I said. "Oh my god, dude, thanks! I'm going to get so much pussy for this," The kid said as he walked quickly away to a group of girls talking about the exact same subject. I listened intently to the subject with my oversensitive hearing. "I heard the guy broke his hand in like four different places, I wonder how good he is at other things with his hands..." "Hey ladies," The kid said. "Umm, who the fuck are you?" The girl said. "I'm the guy who kicked Eli's ass," He said. "Oh, sorry; I didn't know. Umm... Listen, I've been feeling kind of vulnerable lately and I was wondering if you could come over later and teach me some of those moves that you pulled on Eli," She said, catching herself. I could hear her heartbeat skip a step and then begin beating abruptly. "Sure, anything you want, just to let you know, I can get pretty out of control if I get too in to it," He said, hinting a sexual undertone. Her heartbeat skipped another beat and started beating even faster. Did this story really have that much of an effect on girls at this school? "Oh, well, um. I'll be sure to tell you if you get too rowdy," She said. She was also playing a game, she winked at him and his heartbeat picked up the pace. I lost interest in the conversation because I knew where it was heading. The bell rang for school to end and I left as quickly as possible, nowhere to go. I began wandering around downtown. Of all the chatters and yelling I heard through the building walls, I heard some communication line interference. Like two people on the same line were standing too close. I turned into a dark alley and ducked behind a trash can. I tried to isolate the sound itself to see what the people were talking about. "*Static* Sir, the target just went into an alley, he probably heard us approaching or the command aler-*Static*," A man said. Shit. Who is looking for me now? I moved my head around the alley corner just enough to see two very inconspicuous men walking towards the alley. Both looked different somehow, their heart rates were normal as well. Did whoever that was commanding not fill them in on who they were up against. I moved even further into the alley, if this was going to get messy I wanted them in a place where it would be difficult for someone to find the bodies. The two men came around the corner and I stayed behind the trash can. One of the men either stopped walking or he suddenly became the quietest person on the planet. A small cloud of smoke in the shape of a man suddenly formed in front of me. The smoky hand moved up toward my face and then materialized into an actual hand. The grip firmly grasped my neck, harder than anything I had ever felt. 'What the hell? How did he get here?' I thought to myself. The hand picked me up off of the ground and held me in the air. "Are you Zachary Elliot?" The man asked. I took the brief second to judge the opponent, about my height, blonde hair, and by the grip around my neck, strong. Very strong. "No, who the hell is that?" I lied. "Funny, I've got several pictures. Some are from World War II. They all look strangely like you." The brunette man behind me said. Before either of them could take another breath, I summoned all my strength and took a blow at the man holding me by the throat. This punch was enough to catch him off guard and break his neck, killing him. The brunette man behind me caught my back and tried to strangle me, he wouldn't be the first to try. I threw him over my shoulder and into another dumpster in front of me. That should've broken his back; it didn't. He god back up and threw a punch at my face only for it to be caught by my fist just inches away. I had to use nearly all my strength to push his fist back and return another punch to his face. He fell onto the ground and attempted to get up. I punched him again, knocking him back down to the ground and then stomped on his face as hard as I could. Finally, the strange pair of super men was dead. I left the alley as fast as I could, 'Who the hell were those guys?' I thought to myself. How were they as strong as me? Did they have the same abilities? If so, why didn't they get back up? All these questions flew around my head as I broke into a flat out run down the street in order to get away from the scene. "...he's alive; he's on the run down Garrison Avenue, Southbound..." Another transmission said. This time it was a female's voice. I could hear a heartbeat close by, but I couldn't find the owner, followed by a rush of air, sounds like someone raising a handgun to aim; again I could not find the owner. My searching was interrupted by the sting of something in my neck. I looked down, a dart. 'Did someone seriously think a friggin dart would take me down? That's pathetic!" I thought. Dizziness overcame me, 'What the hell? This has never happened before. This is a bad day.' I fell hard to onto my knees. A woman suddenly appeared in front of me. She was beautiful, was I dying finally dying and this is my angel, I hope so. "You're going to be okay, Zachary," I heard her sweet voice through the haze and the growing silence around me. My eyes were starting to have a tunnel vision effect. I was losing the sight of her beautiful face, those green eyes. No! I lunged up in an effort to hold her, our lips met and she shoved me back to the ground. I was finally unconscious. *TWO* "Zachary? Can you hear me? Nurse, I think he's coming around, go get the professor, quick!" I heard a beautiful voice say. My eyes fluttered open and I was on a table, why was I strapped down? Fuck, I didn't die. I looked over and saw the same beautiful woman. "Who are you?" I asked. "The person who saved your ass," She replied "Wait, didn't you shoot me?" I said bluntly. "Yes," She said plainly. "Pardon my lack of deductive reasoning skills, how in hell did that save me?" I said. "Well, it was either shoot you with elephant tranquilizer or risk fighting you and expose us to the people who wanted to kill you," She said. "Yeah, like you could last five seconds in a fight with me, honey." I said. She suddenly disappeared into thin air. I heard the sound of her getting up. She reappeared, he face just inches away from mine. I wanted to kiss her so badly. "You can't fight what you can't see," She said warningly. "I guess that's why god, or whatever the hell did this to me, blessed me with super hearing," I said snarkily. "I've got three questions for you. One: Why am I here, two: why am I strapped down, three: What's your name?" I said the third one as flirtily as possible. "You're here because the professor has some interest in you. You're strapped down because I'm afraid you're going to try and kiss me again, and I'm Amanda," She said, her voice flat. Her eyes never left the door. "Well, who's the professor?" I asked. "You said you only had three questions," She sighed. The metallic doors opened quickly and a balding man stepped through. "Zachary! It's so good to see you again," The strange old man said. "Do I know you?" I asked. "You don't remember me, I'm insulted. Amanda, remove those shackles, you shouldn't try to chain every man up who kisses you, you should be flattered that such a wonderful man tried to do so," The professor said. "Listen, old man, I don't know who you are," I said. "My name is Caleb Fleming; you served with my father in the Second World War. You saved his life too," He said. "Wait, you're James' kid?" I said. "Precisely," he said. "I was there when your mother gave birth to you, she died doing so. Your father was devastated," I said apologetically. "Yes, he was. He took his own life several months later. He only left me a note saying to find you and rescue you from whatever boring life you have when I could," the professor said. "Well, Sergeant Fleming was a far greater man than I will be," I said. "As that may be, in the letter, my father told me to be as much of a mentor to you as possible, teach you all that I've learned. And now, I have actual teachers to do that. I personally enrolled you in my academy for, 'gifted,' children," He said. "Gifted, you mean like super powers?" I asked. "Precisely, the new semester starts up tomorrow and you'll be assigned a roommate. There's no need to pretend here, you just have to be you," He said knowingly. "Great, I need to buy some clothes though; I only have what's on my back," I said. "I know, I already bought you a month's worth of clothes. They're sitting against that wall, I think there are three duffle bags," He said to me. The next morning, the professor took me to my room and I set my clothes in the dresser. My roommate had already unpacked, organized, and left the room to explore; the professor informed me. "Well, here's your class schedule and a map of the school," He said, "Find me if you have any trouble with anything." "Alright, thanks for ev-," he was already gone. I sat on my bed and closed my eyes, trying to focus on what's going on in the rooms next to me. I could hear two old friends hugging in the room to my right. Two roommates talking about some girls they had back home, by their heart rates, one of them was lying. To my luck, I managed to phone in on Amanda, by my guess; she was two hallways forward and three rooms to the left of mine. "... You're lucky, professor made me save this jerk today, this guy could not stop staring at me, like he could read my thoughts or something," Amanda said. "If the professor wants him, he probably can, that weirdo Drew will have some competition then," The other girl said. "I don't know, there's something about this guy, though, it's like he's older than he is, wiser, like he already knows what I'm going to do. And he's actually pretty cute," She said. "Well then go for it, he's probably different then all these other pussy chasing guys who think they're hot shit because they can set stuff on fire with their minds," Hannah said. "Yeah, I prefer guys who wouldn't set my house on fire if they got angry too," A voice in front of me said. I jumped and swung at the intruder. He vanished for a second and then reappeared on the other bed in the room, now holding an apple. "What the hell?" I said. "The name is Drew, pleased to make your acquaintance," he said. "What are you doing in here?" I asked. "What kind of dumb ass question is that? I'm your roommate," He said. "Well, why did you say that before," I asked. "I can read your mind," He said plainly, more interested in the apple than our conversation. "Ah, so you have telepathy, anything else I should be aware of?" I asked. "Well, as you saw before, I can also teleport, plus I'm working on my telekinesis," He said, still more interested in the apple. "Jesus, you're a mind freak," I said, "Any other powers?" "Not really, I can juggle like a mo- fo, though," He said, completely serious. "Uh-huh," I said. I started sizing the man up, long, emo- style hair, black makeup and black clothes. I got roomed with a Goth kid. "Hey, I'm not Goth, I hated people before it was cool," He said. "Will you stop reading my mind?" I said. "Well, no. I can't, I can only focus it on one person." "Well, focus it on someone else, damn it," I barked back. "It's a lot harder to do than you think, I can hear it, I can't just tune it out. Can you tune out how you hear everything?" He said. "Yes, only because I've been alive for a hundred years," I said back. "Woah, I'm only eighteen," He said. "I am too, kinda. I've not aged since 1930. I've been in every war since. You don't know how many people I've killed, how many officers, Enlisted men, civilians... I can hardly sleep through all of the nightmares," I explained to him. "So, you can't die, age, or be hurt, super hearing? Anything else?" He asked. I picked up one of his thirty-five pound dumbbells and bent it into the shape of a heart; then bent it back. "Oh, well you're basically the perfect soldier. If any side had you, they'd win eventually," He concluded. Drew leaned back against the wall while sitting on his bed; he held the apple core flat out in his hand and concentrated for a second. The core hesitantly floated a few inches above his hand and settled back down; Drew let out a breath as if he had just run a mile. At that moment, Amanda stepped in the room. "Zach, um, hey. I just wanted to let you know, our first classes start tomorrow. We've got first and second class together," She said, smiling. Her heart rate picked up a little. She started twiddling her thumbs. "Oh, thanks, Amanda," I said, trying to be inconspicuous to the fact that I heard that she was probably going to flirt with me and try a lot more. But the other, more dominant and horny part of me decided to keep going, "Umm, will you show me around the school?" Drew smirked; the bastard. Stop listening to me, listen to her. Tell me what she said later. I'll see you tonight. "Bye, Drew!" I said, in a fake, corny, overly friendly way. "This is the courtyard, where people try and perfect certain aspects of their abilities," She said, grabbing a hold of my left arm and pointing to my right to the group of people sparring. A kid's hands lit on fire and he threw a punch at one of the smallest girls I've ever seen. She countered by grabbing his elbow and shoulder and slamming him onto the ground; super strength definitely. She followed that by blowing freezing air onto his hands, thus putting them out and keeping him frozen to the ground. Didn't expect that... "Watch out!" She did her best to throw me to the ground; I heard something large rapidly approaching from our backs. I read her movements and her words and grabbed the both of us and put her under me and shielded her from whatever was coming so quickly. An explosion thudded on the ceiling directly above where they were laying. Fire, debris and ash covered my back and singed my clothes and skin. I poked my head up and looked around to see if where it had come from. I remembered Amanda and moved to the side. She fainted. "Dude! I am so sorry, I didn't know how big that was going to get," A long haired young boy said. He was maybe around fifteen. "Woah... Your back, man it's burned bad. We've got to get you to the hospital wing," He touched the gnarly burn wound on my back. Even as he moved toward me, it started to heal before his eyes. "It's fine, be more careful. Practice that out in the open field near the entrance. You're less likely to kill someone there," I said jokingly. He smiled feebly, gave more apologies and left. The Acedemy Ch. 01 I scooped Amanda up and took her to her room. There was a cute girl sitting on a bed listening to an iPod and reading a magazine. She looked up and her heart rate sped up as she saw me holding her roommate. I suppose she thought she was dead or something. Both of us were covered in dirt and I had a huge burn down my shirt to where it limply hung from one sleeve and fell off as I set Amanda down on the bed. "Is she alright? Who are you?" Hannah asked, not really caring about Amanda. Just the fact that there was a 6'5" man with naturally sculpted abs and no shirt on standing a few inches from her. "It's a lot harder to do than you think, I can hear it, I can't just tune it out. Can you tune out how you hear everything?" He said. "Yes, only because I've been alive for a hundred years," I said back. "Woah, I'm only eighteen," He said. "I am too, kinda. I've not aged since 1930. I've been in every war since. You don't know how many people I've killed, how many officers, Enlisted men, civilians... I can hardly sleep through all of the nightmares," I explained to him. "So, you can't die, age, or be hurt, super hearing? Anything else?" He asked. I picked up one of his thirty-five pound dumbbells and bent it into the shape of a heart; then bent it back. "Oh, well you're basically the perfect soldier. If any side had you, they'd win eventually," He concluded. Drew leaned back against the wall while sitting on his bed; he held the apple core flat out in his hand and concentrated for a second. The core hesitantly floated a few inches above his hand and settled back down; Drew let out a breath as if he had just run a mile. At that moment, Amanda stepped in the room. "Zach, um, hey. I just wanted to let you know, our first classes start tomorrow. We've got first and second class together," She said, smiling. Her heart rate picked up a little. She started twiddling her thumbs. "Oh, thanks, Amanda," I said, trying to be inconspicuous to the fact that I heard that she was probably going to flirt with me and try a lot more. But the other, more dominant and horny part of me decided to keep going, "Umm, will you show me around the school?" Drew smirked; the bastard. Stop listening to me, listen to her. Tell me what she said later. I'll see you tonight. "Bye, Drew!" I said, in a fake, corny, overly friendly way. "This is the courtyard, where people try and perfect certain aspects of their abilities," She said, grabbing a hold of my left arm and pointing to my right to the group of people sparring. A kid's hands lit on fire and he threw a punch at one of the smallest girls I've ever seen. She countered by grabbing his elbow and shoulder and slamming him onto the ground; super strength definitely. She followed that by blowing freezing air onto his hands, thus putting them out and keeping him frozen to the ground. Didn't expect that... "Watch out!" She did her best to throw me to the ground; I heard something large rapidly approaching from our backs. I read her movements and her words and grabbed the both of us and out her under me and shielded her from whatever was coming so quickly. An explosion thudded on the ceiling directly above where they were laying. Fire, debris and ash covered my back and singed my clothes and skin. I poked my head up and looked around to see if where it had come from. I remembered Amanda and moved to her side. She fainted. "Dude! I am so sorry, I didn't know how big that was going to get," A long haired young boy said. He was maybe around fifteen. "Woah... Your back, man it's burned bad. We've got to get you to the hospital wing," He touched the gnarly burn wound on my back. Even as he moved toward me, it started to heal before his eyes. "It's fine, be more careful. Practice that out in the open field near the entrance. You're less likely to kill someone there," I said jokingly. He smiled feebly, gave more apologies and left. I scooped Amanda up and took her to her room. There was a cute girl sitting on a bed listening to an iPod and reading a magazine. She looked up and her heart rate sped up as she saw me holding her roommate. I suppose she thought she was dead or something. Both of us were covered in dirt and I had a huge burn down my shirt to where it limply hung from one sleeve and fell off as I set Amanda down on the bed. "Is she alright? Who are you?" Hannah asked, not really caring about Amanda; just the fact that there was a 6'5" man with naturally sculpted abs and no shirt on standing a few inches from her. "My name is Zach. Zach Elliot. Amanda and I were walking down the corridor around the court yard and some guy training sent a giant fire ball or something straight at us. She was lucky enough to warn me, I also heard it. I took the majority of the blast. I think she's just fainted," I replied back to her. "Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked, suddenly tentative to me. She got up and looked me over even more, feeling my back and checking, quite thoroughly, for wounds. "Yes," I said, shrugging her off slightly, "One of my powers is super healing." "Oh. Well, alright," She said, saddened a bit. Amanda woke suddenly, "Zach, watch out!" She leaned up and forcefully grabbed a hold of me while I was looking down at her and I was sitting on the bed. "Amanda, Amanda! It's alright, we're safe. You're fine, right? Nothing hurts right now?" I asked. "No, I'm fine. Are you okay? Why is your shirt off?" She asked suddenly. She definitely noticed my shirt was off and her heart skipped a beat. "Well, I kinda put you down on the ground and jumped on top of you," Her heart skipped another beat, "And the thing blew up on the ceiling and kinda of set me on fire. Don't worry; it healed before I even really noticed." "Thank you for saving me, Zach. I don't know how I can thank you," I had just realized that she had never let go of me. She had only let her hands drop down to my waist. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I immediately pulled away. "Amanda, you don't want to be with me, it'll only end badly." "How?" She asked. "Amanda, I never age. I'll never leave you, but you'll leave me. It's happened so many times." "Didn't the professor tell you? Zach, that's the reason I know the professor. I haven't aged since the mid forties. I doubt I ever will again," She replied. We sat there for a moment. She leaned in and kissed me again. I kissed back. She moved her hands up my back and began fondling my shoulder blades. My tongue snaked through her lips. After nearly a hundred years of experience, she was in for a good surprise. She was no novice herself, our tongues washed over each other like they had never tasted anything so beautiful. They hadn't. I moved down and kissed her neck. "Ahem!" Hannah said from aside. We split apart and realized we had forgotten about the girl in the room watching us for the past two and a half minutes. "Oh... Umm, sorry," Amanda said. Her beautiful face blushing as she brushed her tousled brunette hair out of her face and behind her ear, only for it to cutely fall back down to her face. "I supposed I better be going," I said, "Good bye Hannah." I looked toward Amanda, "Umm, I'll see you tomorrow?" "Yes, you will," She said as she smiled cutely at me. Her cheeks still flushed. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips again. "Bye." "Bye," She said as she waved goodbye. I nearly ran into one of the women who looked over the women's dorm. "Excuse me, sir. Why are you in the girl's dorm?" She looked me up and down, "With your shirt off?" "Umm... Long story. Really, it's not what you think... I'll be going now, ma'am," "That's probably for the best," She said. I made my way in to the dorm room. Drew wasn't there; he'd probably just pop in, though. He's pretty good at that apparently. A heartbeat suddenly appeared on the bed behind me. "Hey, Drew. What's up?" I asked. "Noth- Woah! You've been here for like three hours and you've already made out with Amanda?" He said surprised. "Yeah. I'm really getting tired of that whole mind reading thing..." I said blatantly. "I know, remember? I can tell if you're lying, though. A trait you also share," He said teleporting to his bed, an orange in his hand this time. "I'll focus it on someone else." "Thanks, this girl named Hannah was feeling me up too. I felt so awkward," I said, folding a blue t-shirt. "Wait, Hannah touched you? Where!?" He said, suddenly a little tense. His heart rate picked up. "My back. She was checking to see if I was burned," I said. I thought about it, made sure he saw and felt the thought like I did. "Oh... I've had a crush on her ever since the professor took me here. She thinks I'm a freak, though," As he said this, the orange started levitating and hovered for a moment. He opened his eyes from a moment of sadness and the orange fell back into his hand. "Shit! No wonder, I can't even use my own power!" He said. "Wait, think about Hannah again. Concentrate." Slowly, but surely, the orange began to levitate. It hovered for a solid minute and then it bobbed slightly. After a contorted look on Drew's face, the orange began rotating and then began orbiting around Drew's head. I smiled at him. The orange went in front of my face and flew around my head then slammed into the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Oops..." Drew said, looking at the orange mess all over the room. "How did you know where it went?" I asked. "I can see it through your eyes when I was in your mind." "Woah... I've got a question," I started, "Can you like, hit someone with your power?" "I dunno... You being the invincible juggernaut that you are, wanna try it out?" "Sure, but not in here, let's go to the courtyard." Drew and I positioned ourselves roughly three meters apart. He adjusted his stance and I did mine. "Alright, Drew, concentrate. Think about," Realizing we were around other people, "Umm... Her." "Got it," He said, smiling. Drew held up his hands as if to aim in some way. He had a sort of concentration that I'd never seen. WHAM, my left shoulder had been hit by a train, I flew twenty some feet and hit one of the stone pillars. It hurt. Another shirt ruined... Damn. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Dude, are you okay?" Drew said as he sprinted over to me. I flexed my shoulder and examined the tattered back of my shirt. "Yeah, peachy. That was amazing! You need to sign up for combat training class for the school!" "I don't know, there are some pretty tough guys there." "The two of us can take them," I said, slapping him on the back. Knocking him to the ground with a thud. "Oh, oops." ------------------- I was walking to class, I felt like an actual student; learning something new for the first time in over fifty years. A heartbeat slowly approached, I turned around to see who it was. Nobody was there. Then I felt the warm lips press against mine. A beautiful girl slowly materialized in front of me. "Well, heya," I said when she pulled away and smiled. "Heya, yourself," She replied. "Follow me; I'll show you our first class." I followed her into History. Okay, maybe something I have learned for forever. As the class went, I realized it was history told from the mutan- Gifted's point of view. According them, a lot of historical figures were, "Gifted." I followed Amanda around the massive school for the first few periods. During our last one together, she passed me a note: "When we have lunch, meet me at the snack machines. -Amanda," After which, she drew a heart. I looked at her and nodded. "Mr.... Elliot, could you tell me how Frank Sinatra's, "Gift," Helped him with his musical career? "No, sir. I knew the man personally and the bastard never told me that he ever had a gift." The class laughed. "Well, I'll be sure to tell him you said that when I meet him in the after life." "Thanks." Amanda looked over and giggled at me. I smiled back at her. I looked at the map on the paper the Professor gave me, the snack machines were pretty close to the dorms. I got there and I heard her heart beat but I couldn't see her yet. "Amanda, come on, let me see you," I said. "I keep forgetting that my heartbeat gives me away." "Yeah, it's my only protection against those evil people who try to kill me," I said, smirking toward the sound of her heart beat. "Ah, is that so? You consider me evil? I may just have to change that." Her heart beat got faster, she moved closer until I could feel her warm breath on my neck. "Oh really, how is that?" I said suggestively. Moving forward the invisible woman, finding her lips, moving my arms around her back and pulling her closer. "I'll find some way," She said in between breaths. She materialized out of nowhere and pulled me behind the snack machines. Our touching getting more adulterated and our tongues exploring each others face and neck even more. I brought my tongue out of her mouth and kissed her cheek and began a long series of kisses that moved down her neck and to her shoulder and back up to her neck and around the front of it. I nibbled on her ear and listened to her heart skip a beat and as she took a deep intake of breath. "You know, I still haven't repaid you for saving me," She said. Her hand moved toward my jeans. They slowly fumbled for the belt, button, and finally the zipper. My hand moved up her shirt as she did this and scooped the bra aside. I felt her large C-Cup breasts in my hand for the first time. Her hand made their way into my pants and teased at the outside of my underwear. Her heart rate threatened to kill her when she grazed my manhood. "Zach... You're huge," She said, gasping for air as she parted our lips. "Thank you," I said. I hurriedly pulled our faces back together. Her hand found it's way into my underwear and moved it's length along my member. "Jesus, Zach. You're really huge," She whispered again. "Well, you're very horny," I said, kissing her neck and biting her ear lobe some more. She pulled out my throbbing dick and gasped. I had to admit; though, her hand could barely fit around my ten inch member. "Jesus," She gasped as she tried to make a fist around it and barely succeeded in touching the tip of her middle finger to the bottom of her palm, "You must be ten inches long..." And she moved her hand up and down the length of my cock, "And almost three inches wide." "Exactly. You're good at guessing," I teased. "I'm even better at something else," She winked as she got down on her hands and knees in front of me. Making my manhood jump at the response. While at it's full size, it could, however, grow harder. It did. She moved her fist skillfully up and down my cock slowly and began to pick up the pace. "There's just so much of it." She moved her head closer to my crotch and sent a lick along the ten inches from base to tip. Her tongue lingered around the tip and did circles around the head of my cock. She then shoved the massive purple head into her mouth. Warm wetness enveloped the first inch and a half of my cock. She then pulled my dick out of her mouth with a pop and used her saliva as lubricant and continued jerking me off with expert skill. She undid her long brunette hair from her pony tail and it fell down her long angular face to show off her beautiful green eyes. She flipped her hair behind her head and moved her mouth closer to my dick. She teased the tip with her tongue some more and then continued to suck more and more of me into her at once. Footsteps echoed through my ears. "Amanda, someone's coming, get up! Quick!" Amanda ignored me and continued sucking me harder and harder. The person was maybe ten feet away from rounding the corner that led directly to us. Amanda suddenly deep throated me as much as she could, gripped the rest of my cock, and filled me with total ecstasy as I was in her throat. She then disappeared with my cock along with her. It appeared as if I was just leaning on the wall with my legs parted slightly and a bead of perspiration sliding down my right temple. I brought my legs a little closer together and crossed my arms. The person rounded the corner and saw me leaning up against the wall. "You okay, son?" An attractive teacher said, a hand full of papers in one hand and a bag of food in the other. "You look kind of sick. You have a fever?" "No, ma'am. I just went for a run," I smiled as innocently as I could with nearly half of my cock buried deep in Amanda's mouth as she teased my shaft with her tongue, breathed through her nose, and gripped the base of my throbbing cock. "Oh, well stay out of trouble, young man. Have a nice day," She said. "You too," I said, almost a moan as Amanda pushed me deeper insider her throat. Amanda reappeared and smiled up at me before going back to work on my cock as the footsteps faded. "You're amazing," I said to her. Her response was a gurgle of cock and her own saliva. After nearly fifteen minutes and her constantly working as hard as she could to make me relieve myself. I was near my climax. "Unnhhhh.... Amanda, I'm about to cum. Oh, that feels good," She let go of one of my ankles and cupped my balls. She pulled my cock out of her mouth, "Good, you've got huge balls too. Hopefully your cum load is as big as your dick." She kept sucking as my knees buckled and I fell onto the wall just inches behind me. "I'm cummmminnng!" I moaned and threw my head back into the most powerful orgasm I've had in years. I shot blast after blast after blast of cum into Amanda's mouth. Her lips threatening to tear as her mouth was nearly filled with my cock in the first place. Amanda began sucking harder and harder as she swallowed as much as possible. My cum, after being sex free for months, was filling up her mouth too quickly and began leaking out both sides of her mouth as she kept swallowing. "Oh god, that was so much cum. You didn't disappoint, Zach." She gasped as she finished swallowing, licked her lips, wiped off the cum on her face with her fingers, and licked her fingers clean. "Neither did you," I said, bringing her back close to me, "And I always pay my debt too." I spun her around so her back was to my chest. I sent my hands up the back of her shirt and removed her lacy black and pink bra. I pulled it out of her small pink tank top and dropped it on the ground. I sent my left hand up her front and began feeling her gorgeous tits. My right hand wandered down to her small skirt and felt the small patch of hair above her pussy. Her heart jumped and she fell back onto me harder. I moved my fingers over her wet panties and moved my skillful hand down the front of her body. It went over her soaked pussy lips I grazed over her clitoris as soon as my fingered entered the slightest of fractions. Amanda moaned softly. I began to insert one of my massive fingers into her pussy. I'm guessing she's been without sex MUCH longer than I. Her pussy clenched around my middle finger as if it was the first time anything had penetrated her. She was unbelievably tight. I skillfully worked into and out of her tight hole as fast as I could, observing her heart rate to see what she liked best. She loved it when I nibbled on her ear and neck, felt her breasts, fondled her nipples, and shoved my finger into her as far as it would go. By now, my arousal had reinstated itself in my body. My cock, still out, stood full erect; moving up the back of Amanda's skirt and poking the back of her pussy. This excited her more. I switched hands and loudly slurped the soaked finger right next to her ear. The noise made her even wetter and hotter as she moaned louder. I started fondling her other breast with my saliva and pussy soaked hand. Amanda pulled my hand up to her mouth and began licking my soaked hand free of juices and my saliva. I nibbled her ear and told her to get ready. The Acedemy Ch. 01 I found her clitoris and began rubbing, grazing, and squeezing the small orb softly with my finger. Amanda could do nothing to stop her moans except pacify herself by sucking on my spare hand's finger. I rubbed on it hard one last time and sent my finger deep into her pussy and pulled my other finger out of her mouth so I could grab hold of her hair and pull it, turning her on more, also to expose her neck to more kisses and nibbling as she was sent into the most explosive orgasm of her life. "Ooohhhh myyy goodddd!!!!! Zach, I'm cummmminnnng!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. It echoed throughout the nearby hallway. Amanda's juices flooded out of her pussy and onto my hand. I kept pumping my finger in and out so the small girl could ride her orgasm even longer. She continued moaning loudly as I fingered her. Her body quickly disappeared and reappeared in spasms. She began thrashing and gasping for air for a full minute until she collapsed onto my chest and my hand, which was still deep in her pussy. "Now we're even," I whispered into her ear. --------------- Three months later. I had finally been informed by the Professor why those men in the suits had wanted me dead. (As if it could be achieved). They were part of a school run by one of the Professor's old friends. This friend, however, had very different views on what should happen to the gifted students. He believed that the students should use their powers to learn how to fight. Throw the normal humans an offensive they'd never forget. The reason they'd want me is so I would permanently serve them and their cause, on the account of me being pretty hard to take down. They'd go to any lengths to have more students. Even sacrifice students they already have. The professor only institutes a combat training class to promote self defense against these, "Deviants," As he put it. Amanda and I had released it to the school that we were dating. Nobody was really that surprised. Apart from our first sexual encounter, we've been taking things slow. I've begun to think about her constantly. As her to me. Drew has changed radically since he learned how to hone is telekinesis. He has begun working out with his peers, building up muscle mass; he finally cut his damned hair. He got a stylish butch haircut. It looks nice on him. He still crushes on Hannah, who, I must admit, has begun to notice him. Hannah once almost asked Drew out on her own free will when he was in the (Recently joined) combat training course with me. Drew and I, after working out and sparring with other students in two-on-two fights, had taken our shirts off and left only basket ball shorts and sneakers on. Drew lost concentration halfway through because he was focused on what Hannah was thinking. Which, according to Drew, involved a hot air balloon, some champagne, and one over used bottle of lubricants. The two-on-two match lasted a while. It was after class hours so the girls got to come and watch if they wanted. They did. We were sparring with David, a man with attributes toward super speed. He lacked real strength but could easily dodge most attacks; and Kyle. Kyle had the ability to tell what people were feeling. (Not really a skill used for fighting, but after fifteen years of Karate and MMA, he was still a good opponent.) We barely won when Drew pulled it back together just in time to send a blast of power in the general direction of the two to disorient them long enough for me to grab them and make them say, "Uncle." "Go, Drew!" Hannah yelled from across the gymnasium. Drew looked up to see who it was and smiled. "Thanks," He bellowed back. Drew and I walked out of the room and after cleaning up, we changed back into normal clothes. We made our way back out to the gym and I grabbed hands with Amanda and our lips met. I pulled her into a hug and we walked and talked about her day. Everything was exceptional, she thought about me A LOT, apparently. In both sexual and emotional ways. That made me happy. Off to my right, I heard two heart beats pick up, "...Both did really well," Hannah said. "Thanks. You mind if I tell you something?" Drew said shyly. "Not at all," Hannah said. She obviously liked Drew. "You know how a few months ago, how I couldn't really do any of that telekinetic stuff?" Drew continued. "Yeah, I suppose." "Well, Zach gave me some advice. He told me to think about something that makes me comfortable. Something that I like, that makes me happy. Something sweet and innocent. It just so happens that you were the first thing to pop into my mind. And you made it possible for me to be what I am today, thank you." He said confidently. "Drew, that's really sweet. I've been thinking that way about you lately too. Especially after the hair cut. You look so much cuter now," She ran her hands through his shorter hair. Drew's shoulder muscles tensed and released as his heartbeat picked up. "Listen, if you're not doing anything tomorrow night, you can come over and we can watch a movie or something with Zach and Amanda. If you're not too busy, that is, I'd really like for you to come." "I'd love to come in you... I mean, come in your dorm..." Drew said, correcting his eagerness. Hannah giggled, "Great, I've got to get to my violin lessons... I'll guess I'll see you then?" "Yeah, totally. See ya," Drew said. Hannah began to leave, corrected herself, turned around and gave Drew a kiss on the cheek. She then hurriedly walked off and giggled with excitement shortly thereafter. Drew immediately turned around and jumped in the air. He ran up next to Amanda and I and explained it to Amanda. He already knew that I knew it. "That was the worst and best moment of my life!" He yelled. "Why the worst?" Asked Amanda, "I thought you'd kill to be with her." "It was bad because I was so damned nervous and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I mean anything other than not trying to make myself look like an idiot. I couldn't focus on what she was saying, thinking, doing, anything! It was bliss and hell at the same time." "Well, you got a date for tomorrow, so it turned out alright," I said. "Oh my god... I have a date with Hannah, you're right!" Drew ran off to our dorm, muttering something about, "I've got no clothes to wear!" "Well, that was... Interesting," Amanda said. "Certainly was," I replied, moving to face her again, making eye contact. "So, this means we can't be alone when we're, ' Watching a movie.' " Amanda said, frowning as she moved closer and grabbed my large bicep. "You really think they'll find it suspicious if we sneak off back to my dorm?" I asked suggestively. "Probably not, but I don't know what Hannah will want on her first date with Drew. I don't want her to get hurt. She's still a virgin and I think Drew may be after sex." "Well, Drew is definitely after sex; but he's a virgin too. He'd be as clueless as a toddler. Plus, he really does like Hannah. It'll be fine, baby. Don't worry about it." "I guess you're right. The only thing I need to worry about is me being to sore the morning after I have you inside me." She said, she glanced up at me, then down to my crotch, then back up to me. "I'll be gentle, I promise," Said, pulling her into a long passionate kiss. ----------------------- It was eight o'clock the next day, Drew and I walked over to the girls' dorm. Hannah's dad had purchased them a large flat-screen and Amanda and I often utilized the couch to, "Watch movies." I kept thinking advice to Drew in my mind. He would occasionally respond by a nod, a fix of his appearance that I pointed out, or saying, "Dude, I can read her mind. I'll know." I knocked on the door and maybe twenty seconds later, Amanda answered the door wearing the sexiest black dress I've ever seen on any woman. Hannah, the little 5'6" dootsy little blond was wearing a small blue tank top and an even smaller black skirt. The small tank top let her D Cup breasts bounce freely as she wasn't wearing a bra. Out of nowhere, it felt as if someone had punched me in my right shoulder. Drew used his telekinesis to punch me to tell me to get my mind out of the gutter. "Sorry, Drew. I'll keep my eyes on Amanda. You keep yours on Hannah too, though." I thought. "Heya, baby!" Amanda said, she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. "Hey, Drew. Will you come inside?" Hannah asked shyly. She motioned for him to come sit down by Amanda and I on the couch. "Yeah, thanks." Drew said, shaking his head to clear the thoughts of licking and fondling Hannah's gorgeous breasts. I sat down on the far left side of the couch and Amanda plopped down directly to my right. She put her hand in mine and I kissed her until Drew and Hannah sat down on the right side of the couch sometime later. The movie was a typical new scary movie. Cheap gore, cheap scares, little to no story development, etc. It did, however, make Hannah jump on several occasions. One where she violently leaned on Drew and grabbed his hand. This made both their hearts skip a beat. "That movie was so scary," Hannah said when the credits rolled. Still not letting go of Drew's hand. "Yeah," Amanda said, lying. She didn't want to make Hannah feel alone. In the combined one-hundred-seventy some years Amanda and I have been alive, we've both seen scarier things. "Baby, my back is really tense. Do you think you can rub it for me?" She said. "Umm, sure," I moved off the couch and sat with my back on a wall. I motioned her over to sit between my legs so I could easily get to her back. After like three minutes of me expertly massaging her gorgeous back that the black dress did little to cover, she started groaning about how good it felt. "Ooooohhhhhhhh. This would feel so much better with lotion," She said, rolling her head as I massaged her neck. "I've got some back in my dorm room," I said. "Let's go there, then!" She said excitedly as she hopped up and grabbed my hand. We waved goodbye to Hannah and Drew, who were talking casually. Their hands had still not separated. "Avoid coming back to the room," I thought for Drew to hear. I looked at him and he nodded. It could've been mistaken for men nodding goodbye. "Hey, Drew, my back is actually feeling a little tense too, you mind working out the kinks?" She asked. "Yeah, sure." 'Fuck, Drew thought, Now I definitely won't be able to concentrate on what she's thinking!' He began to work at Hannah's back and instantly began to become erect. 'Shit, I can't keep touching her like this, she'll eventually notice the hard on through my jeans.' "Hey, I kind of want to try something out. Mind being my guinea pig for a few minutes?" Drew said. "I suppose," Hannah said. "Alright, this may feel a bit strange. But rest assured, it's me doing it." Drew began to stare at Hanna's back as she faced the other way, "Close your eyes. Tell me to go harder or softer." Feeling of a hundred expert hands moving all over Hannah's tensed back washed over her. She immediately began to the effects of the hands turn her on. While it seemed like ten were on her lower back and threatening to feel her ass, thirty were massaging around her shoulder blades, while ten more were massaging her temples, shoulders, neck, and chin. "Ohhh my god," She moaned loudly after the first few second. "Ha, that feeling is going to last as long as you want," Drew said teasingly. "Anywhere I want?" She hinted even more suggestively. "That depends, where do you want it?" Drew said. "Hmmm. I can think of a few places that would make my mother frown. But since I'm still a virgin, I'd like to keep it relatively clean until at least our second date," She said with faulty sarcasm. "Ah, can I try to guess these places?" Drew said. "Umm. Yeah, I guess. Just try not to go too far," Hannah said. "I'll be careful. Remember, I'm a gentleman, just slap my wrist if I do end up crossing that line." The hands suddenly shifted place over Hannah's back and shoulder. They slowly drifted towards her breasts and lifted up her shirt. Hannah gasped as the invisible, forceful hands massaged her breasts. Her back still to Drew, he lifted her up a few inches off the ground and set her lying on the ground in front of him. Hannah's virgin pussy began to moisten at an alarming rate. While hands fondled her breasts, more hands appeared around her ankles and began feeling up her exposed legs until it got to the very inner thigh and then came back down. The closeness of the expert hands to her pussy excited her. The hands on her legs drifted up the back of her thighs and gripped her firm ass. They fondled and played with her cheeks and her voluptuous breasts. Hannah was dripping juices out of her underwear and past her skirt. She opened her eyes through the ecstasy and glimpsed at Drew's solid member through his jeans. Drew was sitting in a sort of criss-cross position with a look of utter concentration that stunned her. The feeling of being so wonderfully felt all around her body drew her close to an orgasm. Drew began making the invisible hands fondle her more forcefully. The sheer force of her being groped moved her back and forth along the carpet. She then moved her hand down to her skirt and rubbed her soaked underwear just long enough for her to send herself in a spiraling orgasm as the hands kept groping her. Hannah lay there on the dorm carpet, shirtless, covered in a layer of perspiration on her forehead, and juices flowing like a river out from her crotch. She reached over do Drew and kissed him on the lips and broke his concentration of the hands. Drew fell backward with the half naked blond on top of him. Both locked in a passionate embrace that they never wanted to end. Drew was an expert with his tongue even after only using it for a couple times. He flicked it through her mouth with ease. Hannah's hand roamed to Drew's crotch and began rubbing her hand along his length. She wasted no time unzipping his pants and unleashing his eight inch member. She began to move down toward his throbbing manhood and began jerking his dick as best as the blond could. This was the first dick she'd ever seen and it wasn't disappointing the girl at all. From the internet and girls at school, she'd learned how big the average guy's cock was. This was much bigger. She could fit her hand all the way around, barely. She'd learned that to make it feel better, she'd need lubrication. She reached down to her crotch and got the juices all over her hand and continued jerking him with the pussy juice coated hand. Drew was in heaven. He was staring at Hannah's massive chest bounce around as she rubbed her juices, (Which he created) All over his throbbing member. He was getting close to cumming. The girl waited patiently for him to let out a huge moan and watched as she pumped it the last few times and thick jets of sperm shot into the air. Some of it managed to land on her crossed legs on her calves. (She'd kind of aimed it to do so.) While most landed on her hand and stomach. "That was... Amazing," Drew said between gasps of air. He then watched Hannah lick her own hands and lips of his seed. "Mmm, you taste good," Hannah said kinkily at him. Drew reluctantly helped Hannah put her shirt back on and they both snuggled up on the couch and fell asleep holding each other. ------------------------------------- I busted the bedroom door open, nearly knocking it off its hinges, Amanda in my arms and kissing every part of my torso. I laid her down on my bed and tore off my shoes, shirt and pants. Amanda had trouble unzipping her dress. I grabbed the bottom of it and tore the dress clean off, leaving the sexy girl wearing nothing but high heels, and a lacy black bra and panties combo. She smiled down at me as I carefully undid her shoes and kissed my way slowly up her body. Making sure to linger around the little clothing she had on. I made my way up to her and kissed her neck. She writhed her legs in response. I could hear her heart pounding, the juices flowing, and the need in her hoarse breathing. I lifted her up slightly and undid her bra. I chuckled as I threw it across the room onto Drew's bed. I slid her small black panties down and saw her tiny slit exposed to me for the first time. Her womanhood had a small landing strip of hair. (Which I prefer.) And her chest fell gorgeously onto her chest exposing her small erect nipples to the air. I playfully kissed and fondled each one for the first time, getting her more and more excited. She hastily slid my boxers down and exposed my member. Standing at its full ten inches, I moved up to kiss her on the lips. My cock grazed her inner thigh and she let out a huge moan between our tongues. "Please put your cock in me, I want you to fuck me," She managed to groan as I kissed her neck. "Alright, get ready," I whispered into her ear. The tip of my dick just barely touched her pussy lips and her heart rate (Along with mine) went through the roof. This tiny girl in front of me was about to be speared. My cock almost touched both legs. It went nearly an inch passed her pussy lips on each side. She was going to be stretched. I pushed the tip of my manhood toward her waiting lips. I felt resistance already. Her lips parted for my cock as it made its adventure into her tight hole. I groaned, nowhere near as loud as her, but I still groaned. She squeaked in ecstasy as the last bit of my dick head passed through her lips. I let my cock slide in another inch before pulling out some. I could hear her displeasure as my cock exited for even the slightest of time. I began to slowly pump my cock in and out of her pussy until I was half way in. "Oh my god, you're so huge. This feels great. Ohhhh..." She said between moans. I began going in longer strokes, forcing my dick in even more, spreading apart her insides and stretching her. After another minute or two, my ten inch manhood was buried to the hilt in this tiny girl's small hole. She moaned and made me wait there as her body adjusted. I began to slowly, but forcefully, pump my cock out of her and thrust it as hard as I could (Without injuring her) all the way back into her. I did this for several minutes and picked up the pace until I was a whirlwind of super strength and furious pumping. Amanda was thrashing and moaning in pleasure. I rolled over and put her on top of me. I picked her up by her ass cheeks and let her drop the full ten inches back onto my cock as her tits bounced from impact. She was like a slick oven, it felt so good that after a while in the tight fireplace, she had already cum twice, approaching a third, and I was nearing my climax as well. "Ohh god, baby, are you cumming soon? Come on, let it go inside me, I want to be full of your fucking cum," She said dirtily as she bounced nine inches up and nine inches down over and over. "You feel so good inside, I never want my cock to be outside of your pussy," I moaned in response. I watched her voluptuous chest jiggle as she continued to bounce. She was suddenly thrashing and her pussy was clenching once again from the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. This set me off and I came inside the busty brunette bombshell. This was also the best orgasm in my long life. She flickered out of sight in random spasms as she thrashed about with my cock buried deep inside her. When she disappeared, I could see my cum pooling at the back of her pussy and sliding out the entrance. She became visible again and collapsed onto my chest with her beautiful breasts to cushion her fall. Her pussy was still clenching around my cock, yet seed still managed to seep out of her pussy. We fell asleep like that. Not bother to remove my cock from her pussy or clean up at all. We didn't want to ruin the beautiful moment of our first time together.