At the mention of powers Mikhail stood up and walked away throwing his food into the garbage, he now knew why his mother had wanted him to attend this school. He remembered his mother telling him about his fathers various 'talents'. He remembered the stories she told him about how he could survive almost anything, no matter what. He knew now that his father was like him, like the people in the news. He clenched his fists and proceeded to walk out of the cafeteria, he was stopped by some man who appeared to be watching over the students. 

"Sorry Kid," the man said "You gotta stay here with the rest of em."

"I paid to be here," Mikhail said aggressively "So step aside. Besides I'm just going to go move my bike, it'll be quick."

"If you try runnin' they got plenty of guards outside that'll catch you," The man said as he moved out of Mikhail's way. Mikhail stormed past the man and walked outside then into the office. He politely asked the woman at the front desk where he could find the mechanics class garage, she told him to go around the right of the school and that he would find a large metal garage door. He thanked her and exited the building. He crossed the main yard over to his bike and threw his right leg over it. The bike revved to life as Mikhail twisted its familiar handles and he slowly backed it up and then revved it forward sending him down a gravel path that lead around the right of the school. He continued down the path looking into the windows of the school and around him and he noticed a girl and a guy sitting near a tree, at first Mikhail thought she was sitting in a chair then realized after a closer look that she was paralyzed. He looked ahead at the gravel road, and continued down the path for a little under a minute and saw the large metal doors and parked his bike on the pavement outside. He walked to the doors and noticed a side path that lead around the edge of the structure, he followed the path and saw a wooden door. He opened it and entered the mechanics shop, he saw a man sitting there tinkering on an engine sitting on a table. Mikhail approached the man and leaned on the table next to the engine, the man did not seem at all distracted by Mikhail's presence. 

"Can I help you with something kid?" The man asked, Mikhail read the name on his mechanics uniform, Mr.Mason.

"I need to store my bike here," Mikhail said. The man grunted and looked at the boy out of the corner of his eye.

"What kinda bike you got?" The man asked still tinkering with the engine.

"1999 Fatboy," Mikhail said and the man smiled. The man walked set down his tool and walked over to the door, he pulled the one side of the chain that controlled the doors closing mechanism and opened it. Mikhail smiled and walked out to his bike, he revved its engine once more and slowly pulled it into the shop. Mikhail kicked his bikes kickstand into place and dismounted it, he got off and shook the mans hand.

"I'm Mikhail," Mikhail said. 

"Mr.Mason," the man began, "I run the mechanics class here."

"Thanks for letting me keep the bike here," Mikhail said stern faced "Mind if I leave it here while I'm at the school?"

"Not at all kiddo, I'm glad to have a real bike in here considering most of the kids here prefer those newer age bikes. All cutesy looking like they came out of a plastic box, a kiddy toy."

"Thanks," Mikhail said. He shook the mans hand one last time, grabbed his saddle bags and slung them over his shoulders then proceeded to walk back to the cafeteria, he passed by the office still thinking about his bike spending the night in another persons care. He then realized he had nowhere to sleep and turned around and went into the office.He asked the woman about the students sleeping arrangements, she laughed and realized her mistake and handed him an improved version of his schedule. At the bottom of it it read, Room 34: Dormitory B. He thanked the woman and walked outside he followed signs that lead him to his dorm, he found his room on the second floor and opened the door using the code written on the bottom of his new schedule. 16-17-84, he typed into the coded lock and walked inside, he saw two beds and grimaced. He hated roommates. He walked in and left the door slightly ajar. He threw his saddle bags down on the edge of the bed and laid back for some time, getting his first bit of rest in a long time. Eventually he fell asleep and dreamed continuously eventually slipping into a nightmare, his bone armor kicked in, running up the sides of his arms covering his arms and hands. It encircled the top of his head and the sides of his face leaving only a V shape with a line going from the V exposing his mouth. The armor encased his entire body stretched all his clothes except for his jeans and leather jacket. He continued sleeping, the nightmare becoming more vivid and increasingly scary.