This story takes place in a fictional world where many of my stories occur. You can read it on its own, but reading Wings of Gray will give you the back story and brief history of the Infected.
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Hello after a (long) hiatus. I'm working my way back into writing, and will be posting all of my stuff back on Literotica. You can also find it all on my blog if you don't want to wait.
Feel free to send me public and private feedback (though do be aware all of these that I'm posting are going to be 3+ years old, and my writing has improved significantly since then)
Enjoy :)
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Neil stepped inside the hallway and sighed. His first day of school, again. He had started school and had only been in class a few days before he had gotten sick. For a long time no one could figure out what animal he was mutated with. He had all the symptoms of the disease but showed no animal traits at all. At least not on the surface. What nobody knew was that he had grown three extra organs. After finally discovering them, many doctors tried to figure out what they were. Finally, it was a marine biologist who figured it out.
Neil had been mutated with an electric eel.
The three organs were used to produce electric pulses. A normal electric eel, Neil found out, is able to generate 500 volts and 1 amp of electricity. Of course the three inherited organs Neil developed were easily ten times bigger. He had enough energy stored in his body to kill ten adults. After they had figured it out, they had sent him to the camps.
He had spent a year in isolation. He wasn't able to speak to anyone but the guards, who were cruel and prodded him with cattle prods to watch them explode when he got angry. He had lost a lot of weight because he refused to eat, and they had to force feed him a lot of the time. His electric blue eyes, which were once filled with joy and curiousity of a teenager, had turned cold and bitter. He used to be amazed by the things that humanity could do when it pulled together. Now he looked at people with nothing but contempt.
The only reason he had returned to school was because he knew no one would remember him, and no one would know he was infected. That was the positive thing about his situation. His mutation was invisible to anyone who didn't have x-ray vision, and a skilled knowledge about human anatomy.
He had returned to his hometown, and found that people he used to know, neighbors and friends, were never told what had happened to him. His dad had told them all he went to live with his mother. No one knew. Neil kept it like that. Whenever anyone would ask him about his trip, he would smile and lie. He didn't get along with his dad. It wasn't that they hated each other, it was that they no longer connected. After spending so long in the camp, Neil had changed. He wasn't a friendly ordinary teenager anymore. He looked at everything with cynical eyes. His father tried to make conversation but both of them found it awkward. Neil couldn't talk to him about sports, or music, or t.v., they had nothing to say to each other.
Neil stared at the hallway full of high schoolers. They were all close to his age. He had been a freshman when he was taken. Now a senior, he was worried he would behind everyone else. But he had always been exceptionally smart and caught on to things he had learned in class quickly, he had even taken a few classes that were ahead of what he should have been at. He looked down at the paper in his hand and memorized the locker number. The bell rang, and while everyone else scurried off to class, he stayed in the empty hallway trying to find his locker. He had finally found it and was jiggling the handle, annoyed, when a light voice spoke.
"Shouldn't you be in class? You're late." A woman behind him said. He turned and stared at the tall well dressed woman.
"Sorry, I'm new. I'm having some trouble with my locker." Neil excused himself.
"Oh! You're the late transfer. That locker always sticks, sorry." She smiled and tried to help him with it. It finally snapped free and he began putting his textbooks in it.
"I'm Principal Wallace, welcome to the school." She smiled, and held out a hand. Neil glanced at it and took it in his. A small snap was heard and she pulled her hand back. "Damn static electricity." She mumbled.
"Yeah..." Neil turned back to his locker and put up a magnetic calendar and planner.
"Do you know where your first class is? I can take you there, excuse your tardy." She said.
"Thank you." Neil smiled. He showed her his schedule and they began walking down the hall to his first class, English.
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Connor sat in his seat, throwing a paper air plane at the back of his friends head. It hit Dalton in the head and he turned and glared at him, flipping him off. Their teacher cleared her throat loudly and glared at both of them. Dalton turned around and looked forward. Their teacher began telling them about the book they were going to be reading, Julius Ceaser, when the door opened. Their principal stepped into the room and another, smaller, figure followed her in. Connor's jaw dropped.
A beautiful boy stood there. His hair was long, reaching down to his shoulders, and had horizontal white stripes on his bangs on the left side. His eyes were a crackling bright blue and he was thin. Almost too thin. He was probably no taller than 5' 5" and his hands were long and slender. He had beautiful high cheekbones and the black pants he wore showed off his long legs and tight ass. Dalton whipped his head around and both of them at the same time mouthed the words 'Called him.' They began shaking their heads at each other and silently arguing.
"Sorry to interrupt, but this is your new student. Neil Kidd." The principal introduced the stunning boy.
"Welcome to the class, have a seat anywhere." Their teacher said, and went back to writing on the board. The principal left and Neil was left sitting up in front of the class. Both Dalton and Connor quickly moved all of their stuff off of the two empty seats next to them. Being the only two empty seats in the room, Neil had to pick one. They both studied the boy, who finally walked towards Dalton. Connor cursed in his head, and then nearly cried with joy when Neil walked passed his friend and sat next to Connor. Dalton looked back and glared at Connor, who gave him a thumbs up and a smug nod of the head.
The teacher continued to ramble on about the book, but both of the men could only stare at Neil.
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Neil picked up his stuff and walked out of the room. He was glad he was already familiar with Julius Caesar, he had read it at least five times. Back in the camp, he had convinced a guard to get him a book. Neil was a few steps out of the door when a huge guy came up to him.
"Hey, I'm Dalton." He held out his hand, and Neil shook it. Dalton ignored the shock that went through his fingertips.
"Neil." He said, not really all the interested. Suddenly, Dalton was shoved out of the way and another guy came up.
"Connor, don't mind Dalton. He's a douchebag." Connor smiled. Neil raised an eyebrow.
"Neil..." He introduced himself again.
"Neil Kidd, cool name if you ask me." Connor smiled.
"Thanks."
"So how are you liking the school, Kid?" Connor asked.
"Neil, and it's okay. I was here as a freshman but I went and stayed with a my mom for a few years." Neil lied.
"Where does your mom live?" Connor asked.
"Florida." Neil said.
"Wow, that would be cool. Do you need any help to your next class?" Dalton butt in.
"Uh, sure, thanks. It's in IT6...wherever that is." Neil looked around.
"It's this way, I have a class over there. I'll take you." Connor shoved Dalton away.
"No, it's fine. I can take him." Dalton glared at Connor.
"Isn't your class in the other direction?" Connor smiled. Dalton scowled.
"Yeah..."
"I don't want you to be late." Neil said.
"We definitely don't want that." Connor winked at him. Dalton scowled.
"Fine, I'll see you later." Dalton said to both of them, and walked in the other direction.
"What's up with you two?" Neil asked.
"What? Nothing." Connor shook his head. Neil knew he was lying.
"Alright, then." Neil raised an eyebrow, but dropped it.
"You should hang out with us at lunch." Connor said.
"Uh, sure." Neil didn't know what else to say.
"We sit by the huge oak tree outside. Just come find us." Connor smiled and stopped outside Neils rom. "This is it." he said.
"Thank you." Neil looked up at the numbers on the door.
"See you later, Kid." Connor smiled and left him to his class.
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Neil thought about blowing off Connor, but decided against it. After all, he had no where else to sit. He headed over to the grassy field that the huge tree nearly covered. As promised, Connor and Dalton were sitting under it. Along with a few friends.
"Hey, Kid."
