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Hi there and thank you for reading this little introduction. My handle is Branek, and what you are going to read is a joint venture of a group of Authors. Together Nuuan , Shadowsblade and myself are writing a Fan Fiction set in the Whateley universe. This tale will be readable from multiple characters and each of the main protagonist's is getting his or her own story. To have an idea about the main protagonist this story's will develop around here is a short introduction. Angels Peril a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek Tormented by the past, Angel is struggling between light and dark. Every Rose has it Thorns a Whateley Tale: Written by Nuaan Watch what you say around rose, could give you more trouble than you ever asked for. Kelly a Whateley Tale: Written by Nuaan Struggling with fate, Kelly has to deal with love and loss. Melvin a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek They say old soldiers never die, Melvin is about to learn that the hard way. Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with deamons within and the out. The Way of the Dragon a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek Born for eternity but vulnerable like a child, dragons shouldn't leave their nest. Vantier a Whateley Tale Written by Shadowsblade Ancient and Powerful Vantier awakens in a foreign world, struggling to find her place in it. You might ask yourself what is the Whateley Universe? To make it short, here is a abstract straight out off the wiki. Whateley is a Prep School for different teens. VERY different ones. Where else could a kid go to a school that has a resident demon living in the furnace? Or meet magic users, mutants of every imaginable kind, get trained in how to handle some rather odd abilities, and worry about flunking Freshman English? Come visit Whateley Academy, nestled in the lovely hills of New Hampshire. Just down the road from a town named Dunwich... (Mythos jokes purely intentional). This is the Whateley Academy Universe, a shared universe with over a dozen authors and more than a hundred stories (and counting). The stories range in size from vignettes to novels. It's a Mutant High scenario with both a strong transgender theme and a slightly watered down Cthulhu Mythos theme. It's also very much a work in progress.' If you want further information you will find them on. http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Whateley_Academy_Wiki or http://whateleyacademy.net/ Now all that is left is to tell you something about myself before we head off into the story. I'm a 28 year old man working for a local newspaper in germany. So please forgive me, if from time to time there is an error in grammar or alike. Trust me, I am working on it. I started writing in August 2015 and I'm pretty much a beginner that is working hard to learn the craft of writing. So far let me tell you, I'm happy about the progress and how everything seems to fall in place on it's own. If you ever think to learn a language and are into writing, writing in a foreign language is probably the fastest way to learn it. Combine that with talking about your story and others with other authors and you will pretty much outrun anyone who tries to learn it the regular way. At this point it may be time for some words of gratitude. First of all, thank you dear reader for reading the story. Next a big shout out to Nuuan and Shadowsblade for constantly reminding me of my errors, and what I have to work on. Guys seriously thanks a lot. I also want to thank all the people that after reading my stories take their valuable time to post a review. Last but not least, I have to thank my family for keeping quiet, and trying not to disturb me when I am writing. You are still reading? If so thanks, now please enjoy the story, and don't be shy to make a review, or contact me via E-Mail at [email protected] Chapter 1 Just a regular day. Waking up from the buzzing sound of my alarm clock, dizzily I opened my eyes to look at it. The clock showed 05:30 in the morning. Sitting up remembering father would need my help, preparing the church for the early saturday morning service. For some reasons unknown to me, the church tended to be full on saturdays. Clapping my hands together the ceiling lights went on, and once again I was happy to have made that investment. Sound activated lamps were really a bliss. Picking up the bottle of water I always had next to my bed and taking a deep gulp from it, I stood up and walked straight through the hallway to the kitchen, setting up the morning coffee before heading back towards the bathroom. Taking a quick hot shower in the bathroom and after drying myself off, I brushed my teeth. Looking at myself in the mirror after I wiped of the condensed water, my short military cut dark blond hair was already starting to thin out. "God I never have asked you for much, but would you consider letting me keep my hair at least until I'm fifty?" Scolding myself for my inappropriate behaviour, to ask God for something for my own benefit. I would have to deal with my body the way it was. After using the toilet, I went out of the bathroom and turned right back into the kitchen. The coffee was already done, and I filled myself a cup before heading back into my bedroom passing the bathroom on my left and the living room on the right. I took a sip, "Ahh," the coffee was strong black and just the way I liked it. Then I opened my dresser on the right wall and started to dress, my dark blue business suit seemed to get tight and I would probably have to buy a new one soon. Since I had started to work for the Mutant Commission Office (MCO), I had finally began to develop a body to speak off. With the cup of coffee in my hand I walked into the kitchen and through the main door out of the house and picked up the newsletter. On the first page right next to the weather forecast, that said it would be a sunny day was a picture of me and my superior at the MCO arresting a mutant for breaking the law. My big brother John had pulled the strips again, I was sure of it. The mutant hadn't even been a real threat, he was mostly a baseline only his eyes made him different, but we couldn't risk a mutant in Prescott who knew what could happen if more of them would show up. And father always told the community that they weren't the children of god, but creatures of the dark to test our faith. Filling myself another cup of coffee before heading towards the church, it was only a small walk down the road and across the the next one, then over the parking lot and into the church. Father was already there and had just opened the front door. "Good morning Father." "Jacob good you're early can you ready the robes for the acolytes?" "Sure Father," I replied. I headed into the vestry and picked out the robes for the acolytes, after I was done I swept the floor next to the altar and prepared the givings. Heading back to the vestry I told my father that everything was ready and that I would have to miss the worship as I had to work early today, but I would be there in the evening. "I'll see you then my child, now go and show the world what you are made off." "Father." I excused myself and went back to my house to get my car. Picking up the keys from the kitchen table, then my old 45 colt that was still in the nightstand. I move into the garage through the side door of the kitchen. opening the electronic gate using the switch on the side of the door of the garage I get in my pickup, a new Ford F-150 4x4 with a 5.0L V8 Ti-VCT FFV engine 4x2 packing 385 horsepower. Colored in black with the MCO Logo in white on its sides it was my pride. I had just recently received it after I got promoted to an active field agent from the MCO for my work after getting Deadly Force Authorization (DFA) labeled on several mutants, and then managed to hunt them down. Once inside my truck I started the engine and drove off to the MCO office. We had a meeting today since me and my partner Larry Olsen had discovered a lead to a new mutant in town. From what we had discovered so far it seemed like a big fish that already had been looked for since a few years. While holding at one of the few traffic lights we had in Prescott, Samuel T. Lancester my brother in law and the head of the Humanity First (H1) movement approached me. "Hey Jacob how are you?" "Samuel, what a surprised to see you. I'm fine and you?" Samuel if it weren't for my Sister and the money she was making with her job as real estate agent, he would have been just a good for nothing loser. "I'm fine too. We are going to have another H1 demonstration today near the Country's Department of Paranormal Affair (DPA), can I expect you and the guys to show up and give us some support?" There he was again, he might have been a good for nothing without my sister, but thanks to her financial support he had been able to rise up to the head of the local H1 movement. "Sure everything for a brother, I'll talk the other guys into it too," While we would show up, it was mostly to make sure no mutant filth would show up to beat them up and of course to make sure they stayed friendly with the DPA. The traffic light finally switched to green, I raised the hand out of the window and called "See you then have to work." While I was driving through the inner city I noticed that from the roughly 40,000 people that were living in Prescott, many had already made their way into town given the fact that it was 7:45 in the morning that was quite unexpected. Arriving at the MCO Office I drove in the underground parking lot. Larry my partners car was already there and I parked next to him. Picking up the files I had in my car regarding intel on the mutant Larry and I had collected, I got out of the car and walked towards the elevator. Flipping my MCO ID card through the electronic security lock the doors opened and I got in. "Jacob Christian Goodwill ID: zero two four two seven three." The elevators security system answered, "Welcome back Jacob Goodwill." In the elevator were 3 buttons for either the office on top for power testing and public viewing the underground parking lot and of course the underground facilities where we had holding cells for arrested mutants, the field agents training areas, the ammunition and shooting ranges as well as mission command. Pushing the lowest button to the underground facility since we would have our briefing for tomorrow with mission command, the elevator moved down and after about half a minute stopped and the door opened. Walking out of the elevator into the hallway, the walls were still not painted and it looked like you would expect a bunker to look and not some kind of office. I turned to the right at the T intersection towards mission command. Arriving at the briefing room, I picked up a cup of coffee and then took my seat next to Larry. "Good morning Goodwill," he said looking up from the files on his desk. "Olsen," I replied. That was Larry always calling people by their family name and expected to be called so either. Olsen leaned himself back in his chair and looked through some of the files we had about the mutant we were after. I followed his example and checked what we already knew. The mutant we were after was a super villain by the name of Dr. Slice, he was apparently a Biodevisor and Gadgeteer and known for experimenting on humans as well as on other mutants. He had managed to escape the MCO that had tried to catch him in New Jersey and killed 13 officers during his escape as well as 4 others that got caught by some of his traps in the lab he had there. We were waiting for further information's from the MCO Office New Jersey since they had some informations about his powers. "So what do you think Olsen, might we get him without losing anyone?" "I'm not sure, he probably hadn't had time to put up that many traps yet, since he had to move his lab when we found him two days ago," He answered. "Yeah I'm still surprised he didn't came after us and started running instead." Olsen just wanted to reply when our superior Baxter entered the briefing room. The noise from all the talking among all the gathered field agents started to die when they noticed Baxter. "Good morning agents, as all of you know we are here to learn something about the newest threat our proud city has to deal with. Most of you probably already know that a new mutant has shown up in the city. Our field agents Olsen and Goodwill have already encountered him two days ago and discovered his base of operations, so please give them some credit." Applause raised in the briefing room and Olsen and me shortly raised our hands to thank the others for their acknowledgment of our work. "Okay calm down again please." The applause died and Baxter continued. "We know already quite a lot thanks to their work, we are dealing with a mutant called Dr. Slice. Believe me he isn't the kind of Dr. you want to bring your sick children too. The individual we are talking about is a super villain known for abducting humans and mutants for his research which in every case we are aware off has ended with the death of the victims. Thankfully for us New Jersey already had to deal with this guy, and we were able to learn a lot from their mistakes. Dr. Slice is a Biodevisor and Gadgeteer that uses biological weapons and traps. He is also a divisor that uses his powers to create cyborgs out of his victims. Again thanks to Olson and Goodwill we know that at the moment Dr. Slice has only managed to abduct two people and shouldn't had enough time to change them yet. We will attack tomorrow at sunrise using five squads of eight." Baxter continued with explaining how we would approach the mutant, and used the holographic projector so we could all watch the planned out tactic. The planning took us a good two hours until everyone was sure we covered everything he might throw at us. After finishing the briefing we went up to the cafeteria and eat our fill before we went into the training areas and started to train and check our weapons. The training went smooth and a few hours later Baxter made us stop when he was finally happy with the results. After we were done I mentioned the humanity first demonstration that would be going on, and we decided that we would show up and make sure nobody messes with them. We went to the underground parking lot and got in our cars before driving off towards the demonstration. When we got close to the demonstration I contacted the DPA to let them know we were there should something happen and they would need our assistance. Luckily for us the DPA and the MCO in Prescott were kinda close, and the chief was a regular in my father's church. They weren't too happy that we showed up since H1 would just see us as additional supporters for their demonstration while we actually were there to make sure nobody would screw up. The demonstration however wasn't here to make trouble just to let the DPA now what the people in Prescott were thinking about mutants. A good hour later the demonstration started to calm down, and the people started to leave one by one. Once everything was calm I took my chance to talk with the chief to ask if he would be at the church in the evening and he assured he would. Happy with how the day had went so far, I picked up my brother in law and drove him off home. While we were riding in the car doing some small talk I warned him to stay away from the warehouses east of the city tomorrow morning and that we would take down the mutant that was hiding there. I warned him not to try anything stupid since we were dealing with a seriously dangerous one, and he reassured me that he would make sure nobody would try anything. He invited me in for a drink but I denied. I wanted to make it in time to help with the preparations for the evening service my father would be doing. I drove to my parents house and picked up my little brother and sister as well as mom and we were driving to the church. Mom was making sure dad was looking good, and I helped my brother into his acolytes clothes. The service was good the complete church was filled with people and father was holding one of his better speeches. After the service had ended and people started leaving I helped father with the relics and securing them in the church's treasury. Then I excused myself and went home since I would have to get up early in the morning for my work. Once I was home I made some quick dinner and went to bed. My alarm clock was buzzing and I jumped out of the bed turning the clock off quickly getting into the shower, after I was done with my bath I picked up my 45, and got clothed. Heading towards my car I was already back into combat routine. I drove through the empty streets and picked up Larry who as usually had prepared a cup of coffee for me, he jumped into the car giving me the cup and I drove us towards the MCO offices. We were a little bit early so we started doing check ups on our gear again before we started to get into them, and a good hour later it was around 04:30 when everyone was ready we headed of to the warehouses in the east of the city. About two miles in front of our target we stopped, and started to move with three squads towards the villains hideout. The other two squads were their to prevent the mutant from escaping should he try to run. When everyone was finally in position Baxter gave us the signal to start. We had surrounded the warehouse from every angle and made it to the doors without any resistance. I signed one of my squad members to open the door while I would throw a flash bang inside. He opened the door and I rolled the flash bang over the ground for maximum effect he closed the door and the moment the grenade got off we stormed into the warehouse. The first thing I noticed was that Dr. Slice had been a lot more active than we had thought when one of his cyborg creatures started to tear through the man right in front of me. "Enemy contact critters on the ground," I yelled into the com. I shot at it with the my combat rifle and needed a complete magazine until it finally stopped moving. Damn those things were tough, just to be on the save side I pulled out my colt. "Foe down," I let the other knew. I looked at my attacked squad mate but it was to late for him, calling for the medic wouldn't help he was already dead. I could hear shots from the other teams that had probably a lot more fighting going on from the way it sounded. We moved carefully covering each other into the room until we reached a staircase that lead into the basement. "Okay Mark is your drone ready?" I asked him. "Give me a second." "Okay I'm all ready and set up." He pulled out the exploring unit a RC Military scout drone out of his backpack and started it with his controller. The little drone was a small helicopter like object with a camera and 4 rotors that were controllable. He started to lift oft and down the stairs, he flew past an fire extinguishing vent and then around the corner the doors in the basement were all closed so he retreated the drone and once he had packed it in, he said. "Okay everything looks fine." The two leading soldier Anthony and Mark started to move down the stair, when they reached the lowest point suddenly the sprinkler system normally used for fire extinguishing went off and both of them were covered in some kind of acid that turned them into nothing more than a puddle of nasty smelling fluids within a few seconds. Larry had to vomit and I couldn't hold it against him. After David our squads specialist for traps disarmed the sprinkler system we went down the stairs jumping over the smelling fluids that had been left of Anthony and Mark, not risking getting in contact with it. I noticed that the shooting on the floor above had stopped, and send a new message. "Encountered a trap lost Mark and Anthony as well as Karl on one of the critters heading down into the basement. Be careful." "Roger that we had some trouble with the critters starting to work on the rooms now 4/8 active 2 deceased 2 wounded." "Squad 3 here we are still complete no encounters so far." "Squad 4 and 5 here vicinity is clear, the fox is still in his hole." "If we're going to find this mutant, don't ask him to surrender just shoot him we can't take risks with him," Baxter told us. We moved further into the basement following the hallway, out of the left door a critter suddenly emerged and I took it out with two shots of my colt that nearly teared it apart. "Remind me to get one of these guns," Larry joked. "Be careful, we're getting closer." We checked the room the critter had come out but nothing in there except some junk and a few notes. The others already went on through the basement and I had suddenly the back position, when the leading soldiers reached the next two doors they were locked, and we decided to move since squad 4 was covering the exit anyway. That was my first mistake, the second one happened when I passed the door and didn't jump down when the door suddenly blew open and a critter crashed into me and together with me through the next door. My third mistake was not holding my breath, well the hit in my gut had made me lose all the air in my lungs anyway. We crashed into the room and I only noticed that the creature crashed me through some kind of tank with a weird fluid in it, lucky me it wasn't the acid that had killed Anthony and Mark. When I started shooting at the fucking critter that had his claws in my stomach the fire set up some sort of chemical reaction with the fluid and all of it turned into a white smokescreen. I shot all my remaining four round into the critter while I gasped for air breathing in the white smoke. I felt dizzy more dizzy then I should have considering my wound, I made a move out of the room before I collapsed on the ground. When I woke up I felt my stomach was hurting I slowly opened my eyes looking into the concerned eyes of my older brother John and Larry. "Uhh what has happened did we got the bastard?" "We can talk later about that," my brother said, "how are you feeling?" "Like someone has tried to rip out my liver," I answered. Larry chuckled. "Well you got lucky the thing missed it, anything else?" "Yeah I'm having a headache from all the questions." Now both Larry and my brother John chuckled. "Good to see you can still make jokes I think you will be alright," John said. "Yeah I don't think we need to worry about you." Larry added I drifted off to rest again, and when I woke up I felt a lot better. I was hovering in some kind of liquid, oh that must be one of the healing tanks the MCO had bought of from the Arkham Research Consortium (ARC). Even though ARC was dealing with Mutants the invention they had made were helping humanity and the MCO wasn't turning down help when they could get it. I slipped off into my dreams again. Waking up I felt more or less fine, I was lying in a hospital bed and from the way the walls looked it was in the underground area of our MCO office. Except the bed and a metal toilet seat and a wash basin the room was completely empty. One of the doctors if I remembered his name right he was called Meyer, entered the room through a security door that was build to withstand a c4 charge without opening. "Good morning Jacob how are you feeling today?" "A lot better thanks to you Dr. Meyer I assume?" "You are welcome. You know the procedure?" "Yeah sure, Dr. I'm fine we can start with it anytime." Of course I knew what he was talking about I had been working for the MCO for two years and even though it was the first time I had been injured in combat. I knew that the protocol said, if an officer's gets injured during the arrest of an mutant he would go through the complete health check afterwards. And given the fact that I had been exposed to some kind of unknown substance, the tests would be even more elaborate. The medical test weren't the usual tests I was used to and due to the fact that I had been exposed to the chemical they decided to keep me there for three full days to make sure there weren't any delayed effects as well as to wait for the complete blood analysis. I had expected that and was just trying to kill time while waiting. Since I couldn't go to the church during my medical examination I prayed each morning and evening. The first check ups seemed to indicate that everything was alright with me and I could at least move free around the MCO office. I spent my time with the review of our operation from Sunday morning. From the 40 officers we had send out only 13 had made it back the 5 of my squad that hadn't found more trouble in the basement after they had made sure I was okay, and Squad 3 that hadn't encountered any foe over the day. From the 27 two were called missed in action meaning that they probably had been taken by Dr. Slice, the rest had either died during the mission or in the hospital after we were back. Hearing that was a big upset for me, but at least this freaking Dr. Slice had left the city after the incident. I filled in the parts that I had seen that were still missing so our files on the villain would be as accurate as they could be, in case another team would have to deal with him. While I was waiting for the final result of the blood tests I spend most of my time in the training area to work of the frustration that had build up as well as the stiffness my body had after laying in a bed for a couple of days. The rest of the time I mostly spend with checking on my brother and how he was doing and to get some information how the family was reacting with me being hurt. It seemed they had taken it well, and even father who always had wished me to follow up in his steps had said that me surviving this catastrophic event meant that I was walking on the righteous way. When the tests finally came back I was really relieved to hear that everything seemed to be fine with me. Picking up my belongings brother had brought over I started to head to the underground parking lot. In the elevator after I had identified myself I took a deep breath, then when the doors opened I got in my car and started to drive home. I had some time off from work since the Dr. had said due to the injury being so intense it would be best to give me some time to collect my thoughts. Once I was home I started with throwing all the old stuff out of the refrigerator and cleaned it, then I drove to the next supermarket buying the things I would most likely need. When I finished the short shopping trip, I went over to the church to look for my father. "Good evening father how are you doing?" "Jacob good to see you, I'm doing fine have you recovered?" "Yes father I have the next two weeks off from work, so I thought I would like to spend my free time helping you." "Jacob my child it is good to hear you are better, your help is welcome as always would you mind locking up the relics in the treasury?" "Sure father I'm on my way." I went in the the church kneeling down in front of the altar offering my prayers before I picked up the relic. When I touched the relic I felt something like an electric shock due to static, yet it felt completely different like it was charging in me but not leaving. I checked if the relic was alright and to my relief it was. I gathered the remaining relics and walked in the vestry where I locked them in the church's treasury. After I had locked everything I left the pastry and started sweeping the floor in the church. Father interrupted me while I had just started. "Jacob that's enough for today, I'll do the rest go home and get some rest you don't look too well." I actually wanted to say no I'm fine, but I knew better than that starting a discussion with my father especially when it's concerned the well being of the family was something I wouldn't be able to win. "Okay father I'll be over tomorrow morning to help with the preparation for the service." "Jacob go home now and take some rest," father said, "I'll see you around tomorrow then." And so I went home. While I walked over the short way over to my house I thought about what had happened with the relic. I had been working long enough with them to be somewhat sure that I never had felt anything like that before. I reached the door of my house and opened it, I was tired enough to sleep but I decided to went into my living room where I lay myself on the couch and started the TV. I flipped through the channels until I finally found something interesting, and while I was watching it I got sleepy and dozed off.