Stories Never End (Elfen High Arc 2)

[Esternial]

Two men sat inside their hotel room, working frantically on their laptops to find a trace of their mark. What was quite discomforting was that both were wearing the exact same suit and were using the same laptop, facing eachother as if you were looking in mirror. Both having nearly identical facial characteristics didn't make things any more settling, as it seemed that his partner was an exact clone of him, except with his face got thrown in a fuckin' blender and covered with poo. This being said, it's probably one of those fucked-up scary mirrors that aren't actually scary at all, but rather annoying as you suddenly see yourself as an obese fucktard.

Both men were sent here to trace an eighteen year old girl with artificial superpowers with absolutely no backup, which makes them either very confident or very stupid. Putting aside this fact, there is also their fondness for black suits and sunglasses in an attempt to remain inconspicuous, which actually makes them as subtle as an fat bloke in the Olympics. Even though they look badass in their matching outfits not unlike a bunch of horny schoolgirls, they do wield some pretty impressive weaponry which should give them an extra point in awesomeness, all things considered. Of course, their fondness for shades sunglasses makes them as accurate as a Stormtrooper trying to gun down Han Solo.

"Did you find anything?"
"Nope"

Bunch of wankers.

[Underium]

Zerit just looked in at the Television and watched the show laughing very easily. "Wow How do you people think of this stuff?" He looked out of the window and there was a single man in a black suit. Zerit recognized him as one of the agents and yelled loudly before the shades slammed shut even though no one touched them.

[Yuktova]

Carl looked at Zerit, "Why are you yelling and closing the shades?"
Then, before Zerit could close the last shade he saw a man in a dark suit, "Are you scared of him?"

[Alevuss]

He spoke briefly and quickly to Zerit. "Never put very much stock in them myself. If you did that for every dream you had, you'd soon find that you'd be obbessed with every minor detail. In my opinion, the future is what you make of it." He turned to Grim. "Now? You talk to me about it eighteen years after the bloody fact?" he asked, glancing at the clock. A few minutes before classes began.

Theme Music

"Yessir," Grimoire said becoming more serious in tone and expression. "I felt this would be the best time, since I have long healed my mental state now, allowing for more credibility. And before I begin, do not worry about student's being in my class without a teacher, the room has been sealed to prevent entry.

Grim then leaned towards Crowley, put both his hands on his desk and spoke quietly, to prevent anyone from overhearing him talk about the start of his nervous breakdown.

"After the revival of Valaran Fixban, I was found in a pile of ash and vomit," Grimoire began, then bluntly stating, "The vomit was not part of the..er...breakdown," as if it were to sound like something of life changing proportions, but in reality, only sounded like the ravings of a mad man remembering the past.

[Underium]

"Um... Ya you could say that." Zerit said shaking slightly. His teeth were silently chattering and he knew it would only be a matter of time before trouble arose.

[Ameriganastan]

Laz sighed and shut the television off. He then opened the window, yelling at the man in the suit.

"Hey, go away! You're creeping this guy out, and his yelling is really annoying!"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

He spoke briefly and quickly to Zerit. "Never put very much stock in them myself. If you did that for every dream you had, you'd soon find that you'd be obbessed with every minor detail. In my opinion, the future is what you make of it." He turned to Grim. "Now? You talk to me about it eighteen years after the bloody fact?" he asked, glancing at the clock. A few minutes before classes began.

Theme Music

"Yessir," Grimoire said becoming more serious in tone and expression. "I felt this would be the best time, since I have long healed my mental state now, allowing for more credibility. And before I begin, do not worry about student's being in my class without a teacher, the room has been sealed to prevent entry.

Grim then leaned towards Crowley, put both his hands on his desk and spoke quietly, to prevent anyone from overhearing him talk about the start of his nervous breakdown.

"After the revival of Valaran Fixban, I was found in a pile of ash and vomit," Grimoire began, then bluntly stating, "The vomit was not part of the..er...breakdown," as if it were to sound like something of life changing proportions, but in reality, only sounded like the ravings of a mad man remembering the past.

"Continue." Crowley said, waiting to see where this would go.

[Underium]

The man just looked at laz and stood there saying something into a small ear transceiver before he raised his suit coat showing a large handgun before he shouted back, "Mind your own business if you know whats good for you..."

[Olthar]

Dr. Herbert West walked through the halls heading towards his classroom. It was his first day of teaching here after escaping from prison. He figured that the school's relative unpopularity with the majority of humanity for "harboring supernatural beings" and whatnot would keep the authorities from looking for him here. Naturally, he used a pseudonym so as to not draw unnecessary attention. Reaching his room, Dr. "Wilbur Cain" started setting things up for his anatomy class, hoping that some of the rumors about students frequently turning up dead would give him new test subjects to work with.

[Alevuss]

Theme Music

"Yessir," Grimoire said becoming more serious in tone and expression. "I felt this would be the best time, since I have long healed my mental state now, allowing for more credibility. And before I begin, do not worry about student's being in my class without a teacher, the room has been sealed to prevent entry.

Grim then leaned towards Crowley, put both his hands on his desk and spoke quietly, to prevent anyone from overhearing him talk about the start of his nervous breakdown.

"After the revival of Valaran Fixban, I was found in a pile of ash and vomit," Grimoire began, then bluntly stating, "The vomit was not part of the..er...breakdown," as if it were to sound like something of life changing proportions, but in reality, only sounded like the ravings of a mad man remembering the past.

"Continue." Crowley said, waiting to see where this would go.

Theme Music

"I heard the voice of a grown woman. I stood up and answered her, however," he paused. "Upon the revealing of herself, at the sight of her I threw up. She looked like this horribly overweight gypsy with clown clothes. She said a few words and couldn't understand she then said something else, but i-it was so long ago I can't remember all of it. I can only remember her saying: 'Forget my tongue, and I... Fuck me... Afraid?' After that, I began to lose consciousness, but I do remember her pointing at her eye and at mine."

Grimoire then stood upright again.

"I just thought I should tell you. Perhaps you may be able to help me figure it out?"

[Ameriganastan]

Though his temper had been cooled over the past few years, Laz did not like to be threatened. The telltale twitch in his eyebrow told anybody that. Breathing deeply, he jumped out the window, strolling up rather casually to the suit man.

"I'm sorry, i couldn't hear you. I was way over there..."

He shredded his disguise, all 9 and half feet of him standing in front of the man.

"And i swear this disguise makes it hard to hear people sometimes. Now then, you wanna tell me, The Great and mighty Lazrian, combatant of the battle of Chicago and Major in Hell's armies..."

He loved telling people about those two things.

"...what to do again, little man?"

[Underium]

The man was trained to deal with the supernatural, Inside he was scared shitless, but not he outside he was perfectly calm as he drew the gun and pulled the trigger causing a large hole to appeared in the wall as the explosive round blew up a chunk of it.

[Esternial]

"I got something!" One of the agents said as he nearly jumped from his seat in excitement, being just in time to realize he was a professional - or whatever passed as one these days - and calm himself. The other one smiled, reaching for his glasses and putting them on in matter that would make Horatio Cane shit his pants.

"Then I think...it's time to pick up a friend."

Like a pair of well-oiled and greased machines of manliness, both agents walked outside their hotel and jumped into a black SUV - as if they'd drive anything else, eh? Anyone who has ever watched a movie knows that when you see a black SUV it's either an agent inside that car or a guy trying to act as one. Common knowledge, but these fucks clearly missed that memo, even though it had the size of fucking Australia.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Continue." Crowley said, waiting to see where this would go.

Theme Music

"I heard the voice of a grown woman. I stood up and answered her, however," he paused. "Upon the revealing of herself, at the sight of her I threw up. She looked like this horribly overweight gypsy with clown clothes. She said a few words and couldn't understand she then said something else, but i-it was so long ago I can't remember all of it. I can only remember her saying: 'Forget my tongue, and I... Fuck me... Afraid?' After that, I began to lose consciousness, but I do remember her pointing at her eye and at mine."

Grimoire then stood upright again.

"I just thought I should tell you. Perhaps you may be able to help me figure it out?"

Crowley blinked. He began, "You're absolutely sure that it wasn't a dream-" when the bell rang for classes to begin. "Head to your class, we'll discuss this at lunch." he told the teacher.

[Ameriganastan]

Laz had to think for a few moments. That gun was obviously dangerous. But danger had never stopped him before. Though something nagging at the back of his mind made him back down. Plus, the class bell gave him a good excuse. Though he wasn't gonna leave without giving him a good scare. Which came in the form of a fist slamming into the ground, mere inches from the man.

"Some other time little man. I've got classes to get to."

He reverted back to his disguise, which was stark naked at the moment, and leaped back through the window, digging out some clothes, and a picture of his family.

"Damn it. You three have made me go soft."

He quickly dressed and headed for class.

[Esternial]

Ellen heard the bell and quickly checked her schedule. Luckily for her, she had already passed her classroom so she shouldn't have much trouble finding her way, making her way through the corridors and maze of classrooms to finally arrive, just on time. Discreetly she sat down at the back of the classroom, hoping not to attract too much attention.

Desmond, too, heard the bell ringing, but he couldn't be bothered in the slightest. His concentration was being sapped away by this book he was reading, captivating him until all he could do was read, oblivious to his surroundings.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Timothy's alarm went off, causing Timothy to jump up in surprise and smash his head on his desk lamp. He shook his head and calmed down: Time for first class.

He got up, grabbed his supplies, and left the dorm.

[New East Ireland]

Damien looked at his digital watch. "Ah. It's time," he said, sitting back into his leather chair. "Now to wait for the damn kids to get here."

---

Upon seeing Timothy leave, D grabbed his backpack and followed him.

[Alevuss]

Theme Music

"I heard the voice of a grown woman. I stood up and answered her, however," he paused. "Upon the revealing of herself, at the sight of her I threw up. She looked like this horribly overweight gypsy with clown clothes. She said a few words and couldn't understand she then said something else, but i-it was so long ago I can't remember all of it. I can only remember her saying: 'Forget my tongue, and I... Fuck me... Afraid?' After that, I began to lose consciousness, but I do remember her pointing at her eye and at mine."

Grimoire then stood upright again.

"I just thought I should tell you. Perhaps you may be able to help me figure it out?"

Crowley blinked. He began, "You're absolutely sure that it wasn't a dream-" when the bell rang for classes to begin. "Head to your class, we'll discuss this at lunch." he told the teacher.

"Yes, I am sure," Grimoire responded, as he turned to walk out of Crowley's office.

He then returned to his classroom and broke the sealing spell that was on it. He the sat down in his chair, took out, and continued reading the book, Last Words of Notable People, which he began a few days before.

[Rupudska]

Razgriz sat up with a start, reaching for her gun before realizing where she was. "Oh, right. I'm at the school." Sighing, she got her backpack and headed out the door. Despite her skills, she always seemed to get the most boring jobs as a Valkyrie.

[Underium]

The man quickly turned on his heels and left as Zerit slowly walked towards his classroom. once he arrived he sat near the back silently thinking about what had just occured.

[New East Ireland]

Damien waited until all of the kids were in their seats. He looked at all of them, examining each and everyone of their faces and facial features, like an art critic would examine a painting. Stupid high school kids, he thought, as he stood up. "My name is Mr. Seward, and I'll be your Occult Studies teacher. Now just because it is the first class of your first day, I'm not going to go easy on you at all. Why? Because I'm the teacher, and what I say in this classroom goes. Got it?"

He didn't wait for a response. "Good. Now, you can all stop being horny teenagers for the moment, and read pages one through ten of your Occult Studies textbook. Once you're done with that, sit quietly, and don't make any sounds." He looked away from them all, and began looking at a sheet labeled Homework.

[Esternial]

Ellen reached for her bag, retrieving the book mentioned by the teacher and opened the book, watching the first page slowly settle on top of the others with Occult Studies printed on it in big letters, the same which was written on the cover, but with some more details in the right-hand corner. She quickly went to the next page and started reading the words, one by one, flowing into sentences.

[Olthar]

After hearing the bell ring, Jojo quickly ran off to class.

Occult Studies? Why do I have to learn this? Why did I come to this school, again? Ah, nevermind that.

After spending some time looking around, Jojo finally found the class and walked in.

"... And don't make any sounds," the teacher was saying.

"Oh, sorry I'm late Mr. ...Seward," Jojo said after looking at his class schedule, "This school is so big. It's like a maze. I can't find anything due to it's strange, maze-like layout."

[New East Ireland]

After hearing the bell ring, Jojo quickly ran off to class.

Occult Studies? Why do I have to learn this? Why did I come to this school, again? Ah, nevermind that.

After spending some time looking around, Jojo finally found the class and walked in.

"... And don't make any sounds," the teacher was saying.

"Oh, sorry I'm late Mr. ...Seward," Jojo said after looking at his class schedule, "This school is so big. It's like a maze. I can't find anything due to it's strange, maze-like layout."

"Well that's-" suddenly he stopped, for a moment. He remembered back to his first time in Elfen High. Ah, yes. He was late for his first class. He was sloppy back then. But back then, supernaturals weren't public yet. "All right. Take a seat and read pages one through ten of your textbook."