[URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUvVdTlA23w][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]N O R T H   O F   C R E S T W O O D   H O L L O W:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]Three Nights Ago[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/URL]
[INDENT][INDENT]The pale light of the moon shone down through the swaying branches of the thick woods as the eerie quiet was disturbed by heavy footsteps as a man and woman holding their daughter between them burst through the bush. A glow emerged from within the woods as a man dressed in black appeared causing the family to scream. A second man suddenly appeared from above, dropping on the family as a third came from in front of them to cut them off. 

[B]"Get back!"[/B] The father warned as he spread his hands, the ground beneath the gathering group shaking. Suddenly he was dropped to the ground as a fourth man appeared from behind him delivering a stunning blow to the back of his neck. Startled and afraid, the mother pushed the girl forward as she cried out before being restrained.

[B]"Run Baby run!"[/b] She pleaded to the girl who looked back at her mother, tears of fear in her eyes before she suddenly took off.

[B]"Don't let the girl get away!"[/B] A booming voice commanded as a fifth man appeared.

[B]"What do you want with us?"[/B] The woman asked as the final man approached. Her restrainer suddenly forced her onto her knees as the other man stood over her. A gloved hand suddenly reached out, gently stroking the side of her face before suddenly gripping her chin and forcing her to look upwards.

[B]"Every man has a hobby, some collect stamps. I collect freaks."[/B] Releasing the woman, the man turned to the others. [B]"Bring the girl to me!"[/B] 

Running through the brush, the little girl pushed herself as hard as she could but it simply wasn't fast enough as one of the men caught up to her. Finding her ankles suddenly entangled, her feet went out from under her as she was hauled back to where her parents were restrained. Watching the men bring the girl forth, the leader of the group smiled wickedly as she was marched into his arms. Placing a hand on either shoulder, the man's smile suddenly was replaced with a scowl as he turned towards the mother.

[B]"Is this your daughter?"[/B] He asked, the baritone voice was cut with a gravely edge.

[B]"Yes...[/B] The mother answered meekly as the man's hands moved up from the shoulders to the girl's cheeks.

[B]"Is she your biological daughter?"[/B] The man asked, his voice becoming steely.

[B]"N-n-no!"[/B] Sobbed the mother as the man's face flared in a fit of rage, his hands moving in a blur as the snap of the girl's neck echoed through the woods. Her small body fell lifeless as the man's feet as he stepped away disgusted by the girl.

[B]"Take those two to the compound and dispose of her."[/B] The man ordered as he vanished into the night, the woman's sobs echoing behind him.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdeFB7I0YH4][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]M A T H E R   M E M O R I A L   H I G H   S C H O O L:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]The First Day of Class[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/URL]
[INDENT][INDENT]The morning sun shone over Mather Memorial Park as the American Flag blew proudly in the gentle Atlantic breeze as a new day dawned on Crestwood Hollow and a new academic year upon Mather Memorial High School. The gentle lull of birds gleefully chirping was broken by the steady roar of an American built motorcycle as it made its way towards the school. Pulling into the school parking lot, the rider made his way into the faculty parking spots before dismounting.

Removing his helmet, Jonas Lehrer ran a hand over his smoothly shaved head as he entered the school. Students lined the hall as they checked for their homeroom class while catching up with friends that hadn't seen over the summer. Unzipping his leather jacket, Jonas noticed several of the students giving him a strange look. It was to be expected however, he wasn't a returning teacher, this was his first term at Mather Memorial. Turning into his office, Jonas took a seat at his desk and logged into his laptop. Loading the daily schedule, Jonas noticed he had an assembly to attend. A soft groan escaped his lips as he leaned back in the chair. 'Welcome Assemblies' were hardly exciting, the teachers didn't look forward to them anymore than the students did.

Pouring a coffee for himself, Jonas took a sip from the black liquid as the bell rang signalling not only the start of the day but the start of the school year. Taking a deep swing, Jonas swallowed hard as he put the mug down and stood up. Rolling up the sleeves on his collared shirt, Jonas straightened his tie as he left the office and made his way towards the auditorium. The dull roar of students chattering to themselves filled the halls as the student body proceeded towards the auditorium. Taking his seat on the stage, Jonas looked out over the gathering crowd, his Hyperhuman abilities buzzing in the back of his skull as he closed his eyes and gently massaged his temples. With such a large gathering of people, there was no doubt in his mind that they'd be more than a few Hypes among them. In fact, Crestwood Hollow's significant Hype population had been among one of the biggest draws for Jonas when he applied at Mather Memorial. Now he had a program built specifically to allow him to recruit and train Hyperhumans all without the principal knowing or even suspecting the true purpose behind the 'Social Conscience'. 

Not that there was any reason to suspect 'Social Conscience', Jonas had pitched the study group program as a way to encourage individuals to grow and develop within their community, finding a way to contribute to society with their own gifts in their own way. Though to be honest that was exactly what Jonas had in mind, if not slightly outside of the law. 

[B]"...And please give a warm Mather Memorial High School welcome to your new faculty member, Mr. Lehrer!"[/B] Principal Fitzgerald's voice echoed out through the auditorium. Leaving both his seat and thoughts, Jonas stepped forward replacing Fitzgerald at the podium overlooking the student body. 

[B]"Greetings Mather Memorial. I think we can all agree this year is going to be [I]magical[/I]."[/B] Jonas' gravely voice said with a slight chuckle as he elicited a combination of groans, cheers and laughter from the students with his reference to the school's chosen team name. The Mather Memorial Magics.

[B]"It's a please to be joining the faculty this year here. To some of you I'll be teaching physics, to others I'm sure I'll meet you on the field as your new football coach. Still more of you will be participating in my advanced calculus class but there are a handful of you I'm really looking forward to meeting."[/B] Pausing for effect, Jonas flashed a smile as he extended a hand towards Principal Fitzgerald. [B]"If it wasn't for the generosity and open-mindedness of Principal Fitzgerald I wouldn't be able to have founded my pioneering Social Conscience Program here at Mather Memorial. Those of you who were recruited show truly great potential and I can't wait to work with each of you on an individual level. Again thank you to Mr. Fitzgerald and my new home here at Mather Memorial High School!"[/B] Jonas finished raising the microphone into the air. The student body exploded into cheers Jonas returned the microphone to the Principle and returned to his seat.

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The rest of the assembly went by rather quickly. The student council performed a rather awkward skid on the dangers of unprotected sex and the meaning of the word no. After a closing rap by the gym teacher, Fitzgerald sent the students on their way. Checking his watch, Jonas inwardly groaned at the agonizing wait he was still faced with until he could meet the Hyperhumans he had handpicked. Leaving the auditorium with the rest of the teachers, Jonas took the stairs to the upper floor of the east wing, the air immediately becoming cooler as he entered the newer addition. Heading to the physics lab, Jonas entered the room with the rest of the students before standing behind the podium. 

[B]"Welcome to introductory physics, take your textbooks out and turn to page twenty. Notes will be posted online so please follow along and the first person caught on their cellphone will regret it."[/B] Jonas' voice boomed out over the room with a steely edge as the excited students fell quiet. [B]"That said..."[/B] Jonas paused as he removed an object from his pocket and threw it. The object ricocheted across the room until a student cried out in shock as their cellphone clattered to the floor as the the object came to a rest. 

[B]"There is always one who doesn't listen."[/B] Jonas said with a cross smirk. [B]"Now physics can be exciting and we can do a lot of lab work that you will learn from and excitedly explain to your friends no matter how nerdy it makes you sound."[/B] Jonas paused, placing a hand on the text book. [B]"Physics can be incredibly dull, painful to sit through and you'll dread coming to every class. But the decision is up to you, you respect me and my rules, I'll respect you. Disrespect me, and you'll do the time."[/B] Smiling, Jonas placed both hands on the podium as he looked at the class.

[B]"So what will it be?"[/B]

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As the bell sounded signalling the last break of the day, Jonas packed up his things and left the calculus class behind. Making his way to the top of the main building, Jonas unlocked the door to a musty old classroom as he coughed slightly from a slight gust of dust. Within the next fifteen minutes, the Hyperhumans would be coming through the door. Turning to the blackboard, Jonas reached towards the ledge and picked up a piece of chalk as he quickly wrote out a question on the board. As the bell rang signalling the start of class, the students began to file into the class, taking their seats as Jonas stood leaning against the desk with his arms crossed as he studied each and everyone of them. They didn't know how or why they ended up in this class, but they would find out soon enough. For the time being it was best they believed this class was exactly what it appeared to be and so Jonas cleared his throat.

[B]"Welcome to the Social Conscience Program, as you should all be aware of by now, I'm Mr. Lehrer but you can call me Jonas."[/B] Turning towards the board, Jonas pointed to the question on the board. [B]"Who am I?"[/B] He stated, reading the question off the board. [B]"Who wants to take a crack at answering that?"[/B] He asked turning the question over to the class.[/INDENT][/INDENT]