Fast-forward to the present, it has been 6 years since the incident at Ravenwood. Even though the incident garnered the attention of the World Government, Centurion succeeded in forming an alliance with them. And with Ravenwood being a little city, it didn’t take long before everything was handed over to the organization. However, this didn’t stop the government from carrying out their investigations, be it in secret or out in the open. Yet, the result remained out of their reach. Suffering setback after setback, the government finally eased up a little on their investigations, only watching from the side. A lot happened over the past years. A lot of advancements have been made, and Ravenwood was not just a small town anymore, but a town of Cyphs.
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Ring, ring, ring-
The school bell clamored to signify the end of the fifth period and the beginning of lunch break. In a matter of minutes, the cafeteria was already crowded, as if patiently waiting for this time of day. The first-year seniors of Ravenwood High stormed out of their classes, heading towards the cafeteria in different cliques, some chatting and giggling as they went. Among them was the unassuming Gene Finnian. Now age 15, he had improved a lot from himself of yesteryear. He no longer wore weights under his uniform or in his shoes. With his glasses, he looked like a typical nerd from any high school setting. Though he had changed quite a lot, there still were side stories of him that occasionally crossed his hearing, but he paid no attention to them. He was now just a regular socially awkward high school kid that moved alone.
Before lunch break could end, the school bell rang and a man’s voice echoed from the speakers,
“Good day students, I’d like to remind you of the monthly research inspection. When lunch break is over, please proceed to the various stations according to your years.”
The monthly research inspection was an exercise carried out by Centurion research personnel as a way to further study the nature of Cyphs. Vital signs, blood samples, and more were taken during the inspection and noted for further study.
At the end of lunch break, everyone headed straight to their various inspection stations. And although there was a queue, Centurion officials could supervise it with ease, as this wasn’t the first time Nevertheless, the rest of the classes for the day were canceled because the exercise would sometimes last till evening. The tests had to be thorough to get desirable results, so a lot of time had to be invested in the inspection.
The exercise lessened with time, and when it was a few minutes to 4 pm, it was Finnian’s turn.
“Take a seat over there and take off your glasses, you can put them on the table beside it,” A female personnel said to him, pointing towards a high metal stool while scribbling on a notepad.
“Can I stand instead?” He asked after taking a quick glance at the chair.
The woman didn’t immediately respond till she was done writing, “I’ll need to check your vitals, and I can’t do that if you’re standing.” The lady tried to sound as polite as she could, but Finnian could tell that if he asked another question, she might grow irritated, so he walked up to the chair and sat on it.
Crack-
Almost immediately Finnian sat down, the stool started to emit creaking sounds as if someone had stacked crushing weights on it. The lady, however, didn’t seem to be too surprised by this. She wore a mixed expression of indifferent and undeniable curiosity.
“Was that from you?” She simply asked.
“Yes,” Finnian responded, trying to avoid eye contact with the lady.
The lady quickly wrote some things down after Finnian answered. Then she turned to him again, “Take off your school jacket and roll up your sleeves, I’ll be taking blood samples.”
At this point, Finnian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “Can I keep my jacket on, please?”
The lady, though having been polite initially almost popped a vein. “This isn’t your first time in this inspection, right? So why are you asking a lot of questions? There are still a lot of people that need to be checked and you’re delaying with your questions. I don’t have all day, so can you take off your jacket?”
In as much as she tried to sound as gentle as she could, one could still tell her irritation from the words alone. This was indeed not Finnian’s first time attending the inspection, but the one usually in charge of the inspection wasn’t present today, so the lady had to fill in for him. If he was here, he would have treated Finnian’s case differently.
Finnian knew he had aroused the lady’s ire, though she tried to hide it. He did that no further and took off his jacket, a bit strenuously one a closer look. He took it off and placed it on an arm. But as he did so, the creaking sound of the metal stool echoed once again, and this time, it became more intense. The first time this happened was when Finnian sat on the stool, and it ceased after that. Now happening the second time, the lady naturally noticed that this was an anomaly and her curiosity was stoked to another level. She narrowed her gaze to the jacket on Finnian’s arm for a time before asking,
“Is that…?” The lady didn’t need to finish the question before she got the answer she was looking for. “Do you wear weighty clothes?” The lady asked with a hint of surprise in her tone. Finnian didn’t know how to answer and simply gave a slight nod.
“I see…” The lady’s voice trailed off as she wrote some things down again in her notepad. “Is there a particular reason why? And most of all, does Dr. Jager know about this?” She followed up one question after another.
Finnian nodded, “Dr. Hani is aware but he asked me to keep it to myself until he comes up with an explanation for it.”
Dr. Hani Jager was the head of the research team conducting the study in Ravenwood. As the head of research, he would usually move around to the various stations to observe how things were going there. Today was different because he wasn’t present, so the lady filled in for him. Her name was Dr. Imarri Easton. And after Finnian’s explanation, she remained silent, as if contemplating something. “I see…” She muttered under her breath. She knew the various due protocols and wouldn’t move against the wish of her superior. Though she was curious to know more about why Finnian would do something as unorthodox as wearing weighty clothes, she had to suppress it and carry on with the tests. “Since it’s that way, I’ll have to ask Dr. Hani himself,” She thought to herself, and afterward, turned to Finnian. “I didn’t know anything about this till now, so I apologize for my tone earlier. Since it’s something Dr. Hani told you to do, then I’ll have to ask him myself.” Finnian smiled faintly, “It
Dr. Imarri was yet to understand if the explanation was so simple. “He… floats…?” “Weightless, to be more specific. Just like a man in space.” Back when the incident happened, the result was that quite a number of people had awakened to abilities, of which, Finnian was among. He had woken up to being suspended in mid-air, floating around like a feather, and even a feather had more weight than he did. With the help of his family, he was able to overcome that crisis by stuffing weights in his clothes, and even then, he would sometimes float away. Since that time, he had always felt embarrassed because of the weight he had to carry to stay steady on the ground, and most times, he had to reinforce the weights again and again to at least be able to walk like everyone else. This might have been difficult for him, but there was nothing else he could do for the time being. This went on until the monthly research inspection began. At the time, Dr. Hani found it bizarre that a kid wore so ma
This was one of those slow mornings in Ravenwood High. It was already the fourth period but to the students, time seemed to move at snail's speed, if not slower. Finnian held his jaw with his hand, trying so hard not to fall asleep, for if he did, that would be more than disastrous. This was because the teacher in class was one of the hardcore teachers in Ravenwood, Mrs. Ruth Morgan. She was one of Centurion’s Senior Commissioners, and also among those assigned as a teacher in Ravenwood High.After the incident happened that changed Ravenwood, a lot of changes had to be made. Under the World Government’s directive, Ravenwood was first quarantined, in case it was some sort of outbreak. But soon enough, it was discovered that a good number of people remained normal regardless, and they were then separated from the Cyphs. Out of those relocated from the city, 55% were normal, while the rest were Cyphs. As a result, it was only natural and random that some of the teachers were normal, and
Mrs. Ruth made her way through the crowd of students, feeling delighted as she saw the enthusiasm on their faces. She walked in with a helper carrying a little bowl and setting it on a table beside her. “Good day class F,” She greeted. “I’m impressed to see how eager you are about this exercise. But I wouldn’t want to keep you here longer than I have to, so we’ll just go straight to the point.” Her introduction made everyone feel even more delighted and eager. “I've divided the class into two; the first half and the second half. The first half consists of the first 18 according to the class list, while the second half is the second 18. In the bowl beside me are 18 names of the students in the second half of the class list. In other words, those whose names fall within 19-36 in the class list have their names written down here. But the ones choosing will be those of the first half of the class; the first 18 students according to the class records…” Although she said she would be goin
The match between the girls went on with the two girls evenly matched in both strength and dexterity. They displayed their combat prowess to the limit but it was like they each could predict what their counterpart was going to do next. The match finally ended in a tie which was quite shocking for some of the spectators. Mrs. Ruth nodded her satisfactorily. It appeared she wasn’t interested in who won and who lost, but displaying your prowess to the limit was her aim. And if they both did so, then it didn’t matter to her if they tied.The next match was between two boys; one was shorter than the other. But the shorter one proved quite proficient as he overpowered his opponent after little time. The fourth and fifth matches went on the same way; there were no ties so far. However, the next person that picked from the bowl happened to pick Caesar Kroft. The boy who picked him was Clinton, a boy with a broad and hefty physique.Clinton was one of the few people who had exceptional records
Finnian was at a loss for words and could feel the intensity of the fist heading towards his face. Nonetheless, in that split second before the fist could connect, Finnian ducked and swerved his body to the side, dodging the attack. Joel’s fist, though it hit nothing, still stirred quite some breeze. Just like one averting tragedy, Finnian felt that if he delayed a split second later, he would undoubtedly be thrown off the stage. And even if that didn’t happen, it would still be painful. Joel, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face, but amid that was also a faint look of astonishment. Personal records belonging to a Cyph were a secret between the officials and the Cyph in question. And according to Joel’s record, he had agility that far outstripped the average margin despite his look. This made it ironic as well as unexpected that someone so plump and chubby could have such speed. Nonetheless, Joel was surprised for another reason altogether. Though he hadn’t used h
Joel was so absorbed in blindly sending a wild flurry of punches, that he didn’t notice when Finnian had parried them all. For someone acquainted with speed, his only reaction to Finnian’s sudden change in momentum was his body’s instinctual method of telling him of impending danger. And before he could notice Finnian’s movement, the latter had already closed in on him. Unexpectedly so, Finnian tripped and stumbled past the dumbstruck Joel, falling with his face to the floor. The alarm beeped, signaling the end of the match. The whole class broke out into a burst of uproarious laughter seeing Finnian fall to the ground. They weren’t just being mean or anything like that; it was just that the way Finnian fell was indeed funny, stumbling head first into the ground. Mrs. Ruth stepped up to ease the laughter. Her expression was serious as she looked at Joel, who was still uncertain of what just happened, and Finnian who inordinately rubbed the bump on his forehead. “I pronounce Joel th
“Yo,” Finnian heard someone call out to him and before he could turn, he felt their hands wrap around his neck. Finnian turned to see a chubby-looking teenager, “Oh, it’s just you,” He replied. “I thought you went home already, what are you doing here?” Finnian asked as he struggled to release himself from Martin’s grasp. Martin West was surprisingly Finnian’s good friend. They had met back at the beginning of their junior years in Ravenwood High school. With him being known for being awkward in both personality and appearance back then, it was a huge surprise that someone one day spoke to him. And they’ve been friends ever since. Martin West was almost as chubby as Joel Adric, Finnian’s opponent in the simulation. He had quite an unconventional personality for someone his age, and would occasionally throw jabs at Finnian, making the latter pout or roll his eyes sometimes. “I heard Mrs. Ruth conducted the first segment’s simulation for your class, I wanted to know what it was like,