By Shinju Oe
A continuation after Abaven Shahe's CLOTHING OPTIONAL and THE SECRET.
REMEMBER! This is a FIC!!! XD Please tag yourselves if you must...just for fun...imagining what'll happen in a situation such as this one... And so, without further ADo-do-dooo....ON TO THE STORY!!!
After so much fuss in trying to get the community of students to cooperate, a “FUN RUN” was created to not only promote camaraderie (really…though it never works every year) but also to send the earned funds to support a group of unfortunate kids in the mainland. The Marathon stretches around the Island and to some, a bother. They wanted to just pay the registration and stay at their respective dorms to either laze about or do their own thing. But Headmaster Wood insists on encouraging the students to get to know each other. After all, it’s one of the reasons why they made the event.
Professors and other Students participate in organizing the Marathon. They not only serve as officers but also…crowd control (fight control more like it), pacifiers. Prof. Frank Rosa and Kurt Rosa are in charge of registration. Prof. Tristan is in charge of Pacifying. Even Prof Low for some reason took up the trouble of being the head for the First Aid Brigade! Though it was rumored he wanted to tweak students like lab rats in case someone gets injured…which never happened… Students must have taken the tip not to get themselves in a fix. There was once a student who tripped and fell… After the marathon, he was never the same… So much for first aid… Prof. Rondart assists the headmaster in whatever means needed. Of course, all students are obliged to run or suffer hell with Dr. Enkil who mans the institute. No one dared to stay.
Fallon fixed her ID as she stood by the gates of HADES. Under the supervision of Dr. Frank and Kurt, she was given the task of seeing the students properly ‘numbered.’ In case something happens, there is a chip inserted in every number attached to the shirts for supervision. She wonders then why they call it a FUN run...given that last years FUN run turned out to be a disaster. She got herself away from trouble...some aren't as lucky as her though. Her eyes went to the twins who are recording several registrants…at least, Prof. Frank is…
“Okay, next!” Prof. Kurt shouted and moaned. “Argh…it’s hot…” Her eyes turned to a nearby male student. “Hey, you!” The student walked to her. “You’re a?”
“Sophomore, Professor… Tyler Wayne.” He introduced.
Kurt nodded. “I see…I see… Mr. Wayne, you’re supposed to wear yellow shorts.” She stated while staring at the student from head to toe and back. This made Mr. Wayne nervous. Kurt smiled. “Why don’t you go and change…”
“B-but professor… Dr. Enkil is patrolling the grounds already…” Mr. Wayne answered while trembling and obviously NOT wanting to change his attire with the risk of being found out by the sadist doctor.
“Don’t worry, I’ll call her and inform her that you were ordered to change.” Kurt smiled as the student nodded a yes. “And while you’re at it, please get me two ice teas from the vending machine in the cafeteria…” She snorted. “The food committee is not yet present, I’m afraid.” She saw the student confirm and left.
Frank glared at her sister. “And pray tell how you’re going to inform Enkil of that student’s whereabouts? We don’t have radios…”
Kurt shrugged. “Beats me…” She turned to the crowd of students and shouted, “NEXT!”
Fallon chuckled at that and turned to the other twin. “Professor, I can go and inform Dr. Enkil if you like?” She offered. Despite the fear, Fallon is used to dealing with ‘scientific’ curiosity. Growing up with a scientist uncle who experimented on her almost all her life, it’s quite normal.
“Nevermind that, Altair. You concentrate on your job.” Frank Rosa sighed. “I hope things will go smoothly this year…and that is if we could even get them to run together. I don’t want what happened last year to do a replay.” She turned to the next student. “Class?”
“Of course, professor.” Fallon kept to herself as she checked all the registered students. She walked out to the area where they were assemble and eyed them. The tension is evident. Professor Tristan is calm as he simply leaned on the wall reading a book.
“Ah…what a beautiful day!”
Fallon cringed at the sound. She turned and found ‘him’ smiling while staring at the crowd as if he doesn’t know she’s there. Abaven Shahe, stalker extraordinaire… “Indeed…” Fallon said sarcastically. “Aren’t you supposed to be with the headmaster?”
“Well, aren’t you assigned to escort the marathon too?” Abaven grinned. If you’d actually see him though, he looks cool…if you don’t consider the small bruised area under the sunglasses. He’s wearing a black Nike track suit that contrasts with his light complexion and shows all the ‘good’ stuff. “Awh…we match.”
Fallon cursed wearing her black track suit. “If you don’t want a rematch, Shahe…you might want to keep your distance.” She warned slapping his chest with her clipboard and leaving. She stopped as Xenon waved at her. “You’re not registered yet.”
Xenon scratched his head and chuckled. “Yeah…I’m about to…” He saw the comical exchange between his room mate and the woman. “Uh…is it true you did that to Shahe?”
Fallon raised a brow. “Ohh…I forgot you’re THE room mate. What do you think?” She glared at the guy. Any ally of Shahe is an enemy. And here I thought Xenon might be different… “You tell your friend to back off or he’s get more than that.” She pointed to Shahe who is now surrounded by girls.
Xenon raised his hands in front of him. “Chill, Altair. I’m not in league with him at all. I was just asking because he was hurting last night and it bothered me…like…I CAN NOT SLEEP while he weeps for you…” He waited for any reaction or even pity from the senior but found that she’s devoid of it when it comes to his room mate. “Ohh-kay~” He made his way to the registration.
"Good morning, Ms. Altair."
Fallon turned to find the usually 'traditional-ethnic-flamboyant' Celesteine wearing simple gym clothes. Refreshing... She bowed and pointed at the registration area. "That way, Noctis." She answered.
Celesteine mischievously grinned and whispered as he passed by, "Now, now...I love a girl with authority..." He left before she could retort loving the fact that she stiffened.
Meanwhile in the registration booth, Frank is staring at the latest registrant – Ami Daeth.
Ami stared blankly at the professor and brought up her case. “…So I asked myself why… Why? Is this is even viable? Accels? Alters? Verifiers? I don’t think so. Headmaster Wood insists? Does he understand that other students…don’t want to exert effort in attempting a lost cause?” She monotonously blabbed earning a crowd.
Frank yawned. “Tell me, Daeth… Do you have any conviction in what you just said?”
“Yes.” Ami replied in the same way.
“No conviction at all. I don’t see the effort.” Kurt yawned. “Who are these ‘other’ students?”
Ami narrowed her eyes. “O-THE-RS. I have no list but I know for a fact they don’t want to exert effort- They…“
Kurt waved her hands cutting the explanation. “You mean, YOU.” She pointed out. “I don’t know about you, pretty lil thing… But if you don’t want to exert effort, you better stop because all your EXERTED effort will just be that when I’m finished with you…. Stop EXERTING yourself into stopping the event. You’re a student right?” She typed the name.
“Yes.” Ami answered.
“Aren’t I your professor?” Kurt tilted her head to the side as she asked.
“Yes.”
“Bingo!” Kurt slammed the paper with a number 124 to Ami and smiled. “Now that we’re clear with our respective JOBS…here’s your number. Move along, Ms. Daeth.”
Ami took the number silently and left, hands clenching her sword. She was about to line up with the other students in the assembly area when another professor stood in front of her.
“Ms. Daeth.” Tristan stared at the weapon in the girl’s hand. “Article 254 Section 10.3: No weapons allowed in Annual Events.”
“Professor…this is not a weapon.” Ami replied and she holds her katana in front of the man. “This is my life.”
Tristan shrugged. “Just as long as you keep yourself from slicing your classmates. I give you permission to carry it.” He said and leaned forward to whisper, “The moment you go astray, don’t come begging for your life~” With that, he left.
Ami softly snorted. “I never beg.”
Going back to the Registration Area, Xenon is next in line. Prof. Kurt was currently barking at the student in front of him.
“Ms. Kotobukiya, you’re not allowed to wear anything but your year color.” Kurt is now standing with the number in her hands. She glared at the blonde-pink-haired rebel. “Pink…is NOT a year color.”
Jin grinned chewing her bubble gum at the same time. “But hey teach…it is… You see, Pink is a family of Red…and I’m a junior.” She leaned on the table and winked.
“Ha-HA-HA.” Kurt laughed sarcastically and turned to her sister. “What say you, sis?”
Frank just glared dangerously and smiled. “Well, unless you change your color…you’ll be wearing red for the rest of your life….if you know what I mean… Or better yet, can I get Dr. Enkil to escort you to the labs? There might be something wrong with your mental stability..or something wrong with your eyes. Pink is not Red. I recalled she loves to study eyesight…”
Jin stiffened and nodded immediately. “I’ll change.” She turned and hit Xenon with her shoulder as she passed by muttering to herself.
“Ow! Easy there…” Xenon stared at the retreating figure and faced Professor Kurt who now looks really annoyed. “Hi, Ma’am.” He smiled giving off a salute.
“Name, Year, Class…” Kurt asked sipping her ice tea. Turns out the student she molested earlier didn’t get caught. Lucky bastard… Not that she’s complaining.
“It’s me, Xenon.” Xenon introduced.
“And?” Kurt raised a brow…testing the kid. She smiled when he frown. “Awh…I know, Xenon-dear… Now… NAME, YEAR and CLASS.” She clicked the PC like a madman.
Somewhere near the Medic Van Professor Low stood with the headmaster beside him and his secretary. “This is boring. So early in the morning…nothing’s happening.” He complained.
“Isn’t that a good start!?” Headmaster Wood exclaimed. “Maybe this year, there won’t be any broken ribs, legs, arms, lost eyes…” He chuckled while nudging his secretary.
“Indeed, sir.” Dennis nodded.
“What is so good about that?” Professor Low muttered. He turned to check a specimen he’s been trying to get his hands on. “Headmaster, is the student Fallon Altair related to…Dr. Aden Altair from the Labs?”
“Yes, doctor. She is… Do you know her uncle?” The headmaster turned to face the curious colleague. “It’s a pity he died. His experiments were very useful studying the Alters.”
Professor Low grinned. “I agree…” He stared at the senior with interest. “He never did reveal some of his experiments, that one… I wonder what they are really…”
It’s 5 in the morning and the HADES Campus is already busy. Students glare at each other, some are friends…some…are obviously not in good terms. The last year event turned into a disaster as 2 students got killed and 52 injured. The professors all wonder what’s in store for the coming hours. Student volunteers prepared themselves for the worst, others don’t care. All must participate despite knowing that things will be in chaos… Why? Cause no one wants to stay with Dr. Enkil for a whole day… ALONE.
TBC
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