Chapter 5:
Author: NADM
last update2022-03-16 09:03:45

The school students were in their respective groups, all talking to each other, telling what they had done on their vacations, Winter only listened to what they said and with her active gift listened to the reality of things. Some of the first-year students sought attention, others believed lies, others simply told the truth, but that scale changed for the second-year students, some told how their partners left, others with their parties, but what stood out most about their group was how they supported their partner, Addy . The third graders were only looking for ways to abuse the little ones, typical. Winter just categorized people, tagged them, and singled out everyone as a potential threat to her own personal space; He did not feel comfortable being in that place but that changed when he saw that the students were spellbound by the presence of the teachers, all the teachers came in V formation and in front of them a blond director with amber eyes, medium height and a suit. He had a friendly smile that reflected calm and in tune with his work.

The murmurs became more noticeable because both the teachers called attention, the albino began to observe the teachers from his place because the way they came and their seriousness was not usual for a teacher. His position helped him, the students covered him so none of the adults would notice anymore he never expected that a tall man in a black suit with bright purple eyes and long black hair would meet his gaze. At that moment everything stopped, you could see exactly that without the students getting in the way, both would be observing each other , to which the albino just looked away naturally and behind the backs of the students he would show his nerves of how he was caught.

<<Shit, did he notice? No, I doubt he would notice, but his look…. What teacher can't reflect emotions?>> The minor thought, still nervous, because something like this had never happened to him with someone.

Losing sight of the albino, the teacher observes how the tallest, Mr. Wentworth looked at him seriously as if he had realized what that long-haired man saw.

-Curious. The cold-eyed man commented.

-Be careful. Wentworth replied as he went up with the director.

The teenagers were expectant when they heard how the microphone sounded on the small stage that was taken by Principal Lockwood, Professor Wentworth was on his left and Professor Akira on his right . Both separated from their superior only 5 meters behind him while the other teachers waited behind them in a linear formation.

— Good morning, my dear students. I am the new principal of the Heath High School and my name is Darrin . Lockwood . I am pleased to be on this stage to welcome the new students who this week will be guided by a counselor for their induction to this school, I am also pleased to be present to the second and third year students who have shown great devotion to their studies.-

After the long speech, the students were guided to their respective classrooms with a counselor who would begin the new established school rules while the teachers would go to the meeting room that was in the principal's office.

Among the teachers was a man of medium height with casual clothes and combed back, his eyes were blue and short dark blue hair, next to him came a shadow of unique personality, a mind of its own that showed a cheerful smile and half the same as the man.

In a seat was an effeminate figure with gray eyes and shoulder-length black hair, her gender was masculine but she identified with a woman in a low-cut suit, short skirt and fishnet stockings with high leather boots and red lips like the Amelia on a snow mountain.

Next to that effeminate figure was a teacher with green hair, brown eyes and pink lips, she was quiet but lively with her gray-eyed classmate, she was a bit shorter than her classmate and they always did activities together.

Seven chairs at a long table, seven masters from the Damocles organization, seven professionals studying their future apprentices. Nothing abnormal at first glance but with a touch of intrigue before his actions and presence.

"Why are we meeting now? Weren't we supposed to escort the students? — Questioned the gray-eyed effeminate man.

“Plans changed due to a student who introduced himself to us just today. — Wentworth answered as he took out some documents to give them to each of his companions. — Winter Kacper Zackharov, arrived the day before Tyrion and was enrolled in this school by his uncle, Alexander Zackharov. The young Winter owns his family's industry after the death of his adoptive father, after that event he had to go to Tyrion and nothing was heard from him in the last three years. —

—You are an expert investigator, why would an albino boy of approximately 17 or 18 years old sound the alarms of a professional? The purple-eyed man commented insensitively.

—This boy has the gift of the mind, is a telepath and is rare among Genisians and humans. That's why I sent them to tell them to use the metal ring. - The man with black eyes with platinum irises answered.

— Then a rare gift, not to say strange, is in our institute? These are things that should not alarm us. — Claimed the man in casual clothing.

“It shouldn't alarm us if the bearer of said gift wasn't able to watch every move. The purple-eyed man replied.

— What do you mean, Clement? —

“Which I mean, Professor, Pearson. It is that the boy observes everyone around him, I must deduce that the boy remains distant and is too reserved for a boy of his age and social status. Most would brag that he is rich and tell different stories of his travels but that young man does not, if you notice, no one realized that an heir to the medical and social technology industries attends the same school as the families of class half. He is very invisible to those who do not know him. —

—Now I understand your concern, do you think this boy is an ally of that guy? The effeminate man shared with a tone of curiosity.

'We don't doubt him, sir, Paris, but neither am I going to refrain from suspicion. Wentworth replied as he rested his elbows on the desk.

While the teachers were talking about the situation, other things were happening in class 2°S. Winter to see that the counselor left after the small talk, he decided to get up and go to the exit to what is stopped by a class delegate, said girl had a dark skin color , brown eyes and brown hair , was of tall stature which means that he would measure the same as the albino.

"You can't just go like this. The girl said with a serious tone.

- Oh no? Even if I want to go to the toilet? Are you the leader of this group?— The boy questioned with a colder tone while looking at the girl with intensity.

“My name is Mai Montgomery and yes, I am the group leader. If you want to go to the toilet, you just have to ask me for permission, otherwise you will make the group go into rebellion. - The girl answered more calmly to soften the tension. — Are you new? I haven't seen you last year at this school. —

—I see, in that case excuse the intrusion. I am Winter Kacper and I am new to this school hence my lack of knowledge in this area. - The boy answered when he saw that Mai wanted to calm the tension.

—I understand, I'll let you go through today, you'll have to tell the other day. —

-Agree. —

Winter finally left the room to go to the bathroom, however, she did not count on seeing that the corridors of the school were very empty to what she begins to suspect, these doubts vanish when she looks out the window to see how some boys tall men with a stocky physique assaulted a short boy with curly hair and porcelain skin. The albino was going to turn a blind eye but seeing that the short boy was being beaten with such brutality while begging for mercy made him take passive actions.

-Excuse me. Can you leave him alone? He already said he was sorry, there's no need to beat him to death. Winter commented with disinterest.

The aggressors turned to see the albino with a mocking smile and then ignore them, the smallest trembled with fear and seeing that the largest were going to hit him would end up lowering his gaze. Winter this time would act with more intensity by holding the arm of the first aggressor.

"I said leave him alone." —His tone was more serious, more demanding and as the eldest resisted, the stronger the grip became.

The situation with the students became more intense causing the first aggressor with burly features and red eyes with black hair to attack with a direct kick to the chest of the albino causing him to fall to the ground.

Winter would look at the dark-haired man with anger after seeing the imprint of someone else's shoe on his clothes and for having kicked him in such a way.

— Do you think playing the hero will save you? You are shorter, stupid and naive, you should be afraid of us, not us of you. — Said the eldest as he approached the albino.

"I'll make you regret your words." The boy refuted with a look of anger.

Meanwhile, the teachers continued with their meeting which was interrupted after hearing a commotion outside, the teachers, seeing that the students were going outside, ended up seeing each other and then following them, but what they would see would be something that would leave them silent.

It was a scene where a young albino was wounded since despite this he defended a short boy from the aggressors, the older ones attacked rudely in the form of fists and he did not flinch, his gaze did not change and that made the bullies of the school angrier.

"Go away, you don't have to help me. — Said the small frightened and worried about the albino.

— I cannot leave a Genisian like you at the hands of these humans, I will not let other students suffer from this primitive abuse. —

With the stunned students, the expectant teachers at such a scene, Winter and the group of three third-year students would end up having the conflict that no one ever dared to face.

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