[URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfeyRj4ePT8][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 wind howled outside of the house as long branches tapped against the nearby window. The uneven rhythm gave the noise an eerie quality, as though it were a someone desperately trying to get the attention of those inside. Stirring from his slumber, Sebastian Scott groaned as he rolled over, pulling one of his pillows over his head as he begged whatever celestial being controlled the winds to stop. 

And suddenly there was silence.

Sebastian slowly pulled the pillow off of his head, the pale moonlight managing to pierce through a small gap in his curtains created by the wind outside. With a yawn and a stretch, Sebastian climbed out of bed, slowly dragging his feet towards the window as he reached for the curtain. Pausing, Sebastian stared out the window into the brightly lit night. The trees were still, the wind having ceased. Satisfied his slumber wouldn’t be further disturbed, Sebastian trudged back into his bed, flopping down before wrapping himself tightly in the blankets.

Feeling his chest tighten, Sebastian coughed as he fought the blankets to gain some freedom. 

Only they wouldn’t come loose. 

The smell of wet wood invaded his nostrils as Sebastian’s eyes opened wide. A scream threatened to escape his mouth before it was suddenly silenced.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNGxnJBtUqY][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]Tuesday, August 21[SUP]st[/SUP], 2018 - 08:16am | Teacher’s Lounge[/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. A new day had 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 older 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, tucking the helmet under his arm as he moved to the rear of the bike. Unclasping a pair of buckles, Jonas freed his leather messenger bag, swinging it over his torso before entering the school.

Students lined the hall as they checked the numerous postings on the walls for their name and assigned homeroom class. Though none of them seemed to be in any particular hurray as those who had found their names, stood in the ways of the others while catching up with their friends that they hadn't seen over the summer. 

The hallways buzzed of the recent death of Sebastian Scott. The body’s petrified state being severly understated in the news due to the actual gory details of his death. Buzzwords floated around about it being a Hyperhuman attacks while some referred to it as ritualistic, hinting at Crestwood’s darker past.

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, placing his messenger bag on the desk before gently running a hand over the embossed leather. 

Opening the bag, he reached inside, pulling out a rather new laptop before logging into the school’s network. 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. '[i]Welcome Assemblies[/i]' were hardly exciting, and as a teacher, he didn't look forward to them anymore than the students did.

Standing up from his desk, Jonas moved into the Teacher’s Lounge, the earthy smell of a fresh pot of coffee immediately drawing his attention. Pouring a cup for himself, Jonas took a sip from the sharp, black liquid before returning to his desk. Time seemed to have flown by as the bell rang suddenly, signalling not only the start of the day, but the start of a brand new school year. 

Taking a deep, final swing, Jonas swallowed hard before putting the mug down and standing up again. 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 abilities flaring up, the abilities of so many Hyperhumans burning into 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' Program. 

Not that there was any reason to suspect 'Social Conscience', Jonas had pitched the 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 and become the leaders of tomorrow. Though to be honest that was exactly what Jonas had in mind, if only while operating 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. 

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"Greetings Mather Memorial. I think we can all agree this year, the school will truly spread its wings."[/B][/COLOR]] Jonas' gravely voice dictated,  a slight chuckle appearing midst the traveled accent as he elicited a combination of groans, cheers and laughter from the students with his reference to the school's chosen mascot. 

The Mather Memorial Ravens.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"It's a pleasure to be joining the faculty here, this year. To some of you I'll be teaching physics, to others I'm sure I'll meet you later this year on the court as the new basketball coach. Still more of you will be participating in my advanced calculus class but there is a specific handful of you I'm really looking forward to meeting."[/B][/COLOR] Pausing for effect, Jonas flashed a smile as he extended a hand towards Principal Fitzgerald. 

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][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][/COLOR] Jonas finished, raising the microphone into the air. The student body exploded into cheers as Jonas returned the microphone to the Principle. As he turned away from the student body, a smile appeared on Jonas’ face before he took his seat.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, August 21[SUP]st[/SUP], 2018 - 10:40am | Physics Laboratory[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]The rest of the assembly went by rather quickly, which was surprising given the events that followed his speech. The student council performed a rather awkward skit on the dangers of unprotected sex and the meaning of the word no. This however, was topped by a closing rap performed by the school’s elderly librarian. Thankfully it didn’t go beyond that and Principal Fitzgerald sent the students onto the rest of their day and the start of the new year. 

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, he took the stairs to the upper floor of the east wing, the air immediately becoming cooler as he entered the school’s newer addition. Heading to the physics lab, Jonas entered the room with the rest of the students before standing behind the podium and addressing the seated class.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][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…”[/B][/COLOR] Jonas stopped mid sentence, his eyes surveying over the room with a steely edge as the excited students fell quiet. 

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“Will, regret it.”[/B][/COLOR] He concluded before his eyes fixed on a girl in the corner, her head hanging over her lap as a small smile crossed her face as the subtle [i]clack[/i] of manicured nails against glass echoed through the tense room.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"That said..."[/B][/COLOR] Jonas paused as he ran his hand over the top of his bag before reaching inside and drawing forth a small object. Throwing it, the object ricocheted across the room until the girl in the corner cried out in shock as her cellphone clattered to the floor, the eraser Jonas had thrown landing exactly on target.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"There is always one who doesn't listen."[/B][/COLOR] Jonas said with a cross smirk. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"Now then, as I have all of your attention, I should explain that physics can be exciting. I can teach you how to do what I just did 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][/COLOR] Jonas took a breath, placing a hand on the course textbook in front of him.[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B] "Or, physics can be incredibly dull. Even painful to sit through and you'll dread coming to every class.”[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“But that decision is up to you.”[/B][/COLOR] Jonas said as he extended his arms towards the class. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“You respect me and my rules, I'll respect you. Disrespect me, and you'll do the time."[/B][/COLOR] Smiling, Jonas placed both hands on the podium as he looked at the class.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"So what will it be?"[/B][/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT]
[hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, August 21[SUP]st[/SUP], 2018 - 02:20pm | The ‘Loft’[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]As the bell sounded signalling the last break of the day, Jonas packed up his things and leaving the calculus classroom behind. An eager smile crossed his face, it was time to make his last introduction of the day, but it was also the introduction he had been most looking forward to all day.

Walking the aged hallways of Mather Memorial, Jonas made his way to the top of the main building. Unlocking the door to a musty, old classroom, Jonas coughed slightly as a cloud of dust met his nostrils as the door swung open. Entering the room, Jonas placed his bag on the antique desk as he turned and looked towards one of the school’s last operating analog clocks.

Within the next fifteen minutes, the Hyperhumans, his Hyperhumans would be coming through the very door he had just unlocked. Uncovering the old one piece desks, Jonas opened the pair of windows at the other end of the classroom in an attempt to make the room breathe. As he moved through the room collecting the discarded covers, Jonas placed a passcard on each desk. Bundling up the table clothes, he opened the storage closet in the back corner before returning to the head of the room.

Turning to the blackboard, Jonas reached towards the ledge and picked up a piece of chalk, quickly writing out a question on the faded blackboard. 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 being chosen for this group, but they would find out soon enough.

 For the time being however, Jonas believed it was best the students believed this class was exactly what it appeared to be and so Jonas took upon the facade of a teacher once again as he cleared his throat.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“So I know most of you are wondering how exactly you ended up in this class, I know some of you are probably upset that this class has taken the place of your requested academics. Well, let me be the first to relieve in saying that this credit will count in the place of any course it may have taken. Principal Fitzgerald and I have already worked that out. Furthermore,”[/B][/COLOR] Jonas moved towards his bag, running his hand over the top before opening the leather satchel.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“Upon completion of this semester, I will be happy to provide each and everyone of you with a letter of my recommendation towards any school, apprenticeship or job of your choice. Consider it my thank you for allowing me to intrude in your academic careers.”[/B][/COLOR] Jonas stated before moving around to the front of the desk.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"Now then, allow me to welcome you to Social Conscience. As you should all be aware of by now, I am Mr. Lehrer but that’s far too formal for my liking.”[/B][/COLOR] Jonas stated as he shook his hand beside his throat. 

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]”You can call me, Jonas."[/B][/COLOR] He said as he boosted himself onto the desk, taking a seat on the edge while alternating between rubbing a hand on either of his wrists. 

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“On each of your desks, you’ll find a passcard. That card will allow you access to this room should you ever need it. I hope you’ll come to find this room to be something of a sanctuary.”[/B][/COLOR] Looking over the class, Jonas could see their minds at work, curiosity was a driving trait among them. They were just as interested in studying him as he was them. 

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“Now, as some of you might have already noticed, I’ve wrote a question on the board that I want to use as an ice breaker and to begin to get to know what our course here, is really about. A basis to discovering what Social Conscience really is.”[/B][/COLOR] He said pointing over his shoulder to the chalkboard behind him.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“What separates man from animal?”[/B][/COLOR] He asked quoting the question behind him. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“As I’m sure many of you are aware, there was a suspected murder here in Crestwood Hollow a few nights ago. Humankind built society, they put laws and governments in place, exchanging a degree of freedom for safety. Yet-”[/B][/COLOR] Jonas stopped to look at the students. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]“Bad things still happen. You can’t turn on the news without hearing about humans hurting one another. So I ask you, what separates us from the animals?”[/B][/COLOR]

Jumping up from the desk, Jonas began to pace to the classroom as he extended his hands in an open invitation. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"Who wants to take a crack at answering that?"[/B][/COLOR] He asked turning the floor over to the class.[/INDENT][/INDENT]