Vantier a Whateley Tale.....Ancient and Powerful Vantier awakens in a foreign world, struggling to find her place in it.

He is saved from the death of his race and planet....to start all over again....but can she survive?
A human high school and being a teenager? Will she remember what was? And grow in power?

This Chapter---dealing with school, work and sudden travel needs!

We take a break for the madness of Rohanna and join Vantier in her first weeks at school!

I have to tell you this, switching from writing a crazy Drow to a level headed older GOO is not easy!---lol

BIG NOTE for my readers!
In this chapter I am trying something new to show Kyley's learning of English and her missing words.

When she skips a word like this...."I hope ___ see you?" She is leaving out the 'to' by accident and sometimes I will use this as a plot point but not all the time. So remember that when reading that this new way to show her learning the language, it will show up time to time?
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Sunday September 9, 6:50 am
Dunwich New Hampshire
Our townhouse

Both Becky and I had risen early this morning so that I could get back to school on time to meet with Stan and Morrie the maintenance crew for the small, but well paying job they had offered me today.

To be sure I made it on time, Becky dropped me off right at Shuster hall instead of the normal front gate, I gave her a quick kiss and she drove off to get some more of the needed chores done for our new house.

I quickly spotted both men that I was working with today sitting on one of their larger electrically driven maintenance carts and eating a quick breakfast it looks like to me?

"Hi, I am__late am I?" I had to ask both coverall wearing men and the ones they had on right now were certainly very old, very dirty and very well worn?

"It's not late Kyley..." Stan the smaller man corrected me.

"Got it, not late?" I asked again.

"You're just fine, we had to eat anyway and the gig does not really start till seven." Morrie told me, as he tossed a used bag from his meal into a nearby trashcan.

"You eat yet this morning Kyley?" Stan asked.

"I had a few pop tarts...I think you call them?" I had to think what the square treats where, as sometimes Becky gave me other pastries that looked just like them too!

"Big girl like you and only had a pop-tart? That is not good for a growing teen, you should eat a little more than just that?" Stan looked worried for me.

"I don't really need food for fuel, I live off other things in the world just fine. But I do like eating small things for the new tastes!" I informed him.

"Ha might have to get his wife to cook a few things for ya...Stan's wife is a blast in the kitchen!" Morrie told me as he thumbed over to his buddy.

"Yep she is, but Kyley here is a set coveralls for ya and a pair of tall boots for the drain we are working on today." he pointed out the boots on the carts flat deck and tossed a set of dingy coveralls my way.

I looked over the set in my hand and found the size tag was gone, then I placed them in front of me to test out for size...I am tall after all! And I found they would work out just fine. I started to zip them open and sat down to slip them on. I hoped I was doing this right, I have never seen a set of these clothes before today...not in my hands anyway!

"Kyley, it's best you put on the boots first, then the coveralls over them? So you can get the taller boots on easier?" Morrie told me, as he handed me one boot from my set.

"Okay, I have worn one of these?" I said as I took the boot from his hand, thinking about all the boots I had worn over my long life and these appeared to be just like a set I bought in my youth from a now long forgotten town.

At his instruction, I took off my shoes and replaced them with the tall boots that climbed all the way up to my knees. Both had some new kind of speed laces that only needed a clicking knob turned to tighten them up.

"Is it wet where we are going to?" I asked as I flexed my feet inside the boots for a better fit.

"This tunnel we are cleaning out this morning, plus doing routine maintenance on is one of the messiest on the whole school grounds and that is why I gave you an old set of coveralls to wear. Because after this, you will want to burn them!" Morrie laughed at me, as he handed the old coveralls to me.

"Yep this is a dirty job, you should have worn some of your older clothes?"

"Don't have any, ___clothes are all new?" I said worried I might ruin a nice set of kaki shorts and this nice light blue tee-shirt that I was wearing right now.

I stepped into the coveralls and started to 'shimmy' them up my legs and back. The waist was loose and the butt was a little tight on me, that told me this must be an old pair of Stan's. As I zipped them up, I felt a wave of lust coming from behind me somewhere and a wave of anger towards another person...but not me?

As I spun around to see who was there, I was greeted by a leer from a man standing there at the buildings door and Mrs. Hartford was with him or escorting him. The 'lust' was certainly coming off this new man and the anger was coming off Hartford aimed at him because of his continued leering at me!

"Oh hi Mrs. Hartford and Lord Paramount." I smiled to both and both gazed back at me in utter shock.

"I am not Lord Paramount?" the man in question quickly barked back to me.

"Kyley, what makes you think that he is Lord Paramount?" Hartford asked me more than confused by my statement and I could feel those emotions flowing off her even now.

"I know it is him...by the painting of his shown in the Homer Gallery, the one that all students must see on the first day of attending school here? The spell covering it might work on most of the students attending here, save me and the Drows I saw earlier this week, Sara of course since she is a GOO nearly like me...then add a few others I am sure?" I explained to them and picked up a hat from the cart's cargo deck to cover my long hair with.

"But that spell should have worked?" the man just admitted by accident that I was correct in naming him as Lord Paramount.

"A spell like that needs and uses a 'fool's circle' to work and one of those will not work on one of my kind...unless you tell us it's there first and we mentally or verbally agree to it's use on us?" I said sitting down on the cart once again.

"Amelia, who is this student, I read over the list of newcomers this year and her name or who she is escapes me right now?" he wondered over to the assistant dean of the school with a short glance.

"This is Kyley Barron and she is our new resident GOO. She is on long term loan form ARC or HPARC in both cases. She is here to go over, then organize all the class 'X' sections of the libraries and other storage vaults nearby us here at Whateley." Hartford explained.

"Well that explains it all then, we could never craft a spell to affect a being like her?" he questioned Amelia, because he knew very little about magic himself.

"I am sure of that also," she smiled over to him, then she studied me, "But Kyley, please don't tell any of the other students about this spell or seeing Lord Paramount on campus for me?" Hartford nearly begged me.

I smiled more than a little evilly to her now, "Well...I will do as asked and we will call that two favors to be named later...shall we?" my grin grew with the last of my words.

"Now Miss Barron, the staff does not..."

"Bargain...of course you do or this place can't work?" I had to interrupt her, "Or do you want a true pact between us to keep my silence?"

Lord Paramount knew that dealing with a GOO and bargaining or making a pact with one...let alone owning one a favor was not a good place to be in. "I will owe you one favor and Amelia one favor also and is that agreeable with you?" he said reluctantly while crossing his arms and was showing that he was on the defensive.

"Fine by me, I will keep the favors small and harmless for the most part." I smiled again to both of them like I did before and when I do just that...I just know it unhinges most humans, they all think 'what else does she know or is she thinking?' that I am sure of!

Morrie interrupted our conversation with the call of our shared work this morning needing to get started, "We have to get going, we are on the clock right now!" he said to get us moving and I am sure to impress Hartford that he was on the job.

With both of the guys up front, I hopped on the large carts rear deck and waved 'bye' to Hartford and Paramount as we drove away...I laughed at the fact that they did not 'wave' back to us!

As we drove across the campus, Stan told me what we were doing to day, "We have to clean out the main swear feed of all the crud that flows into a place we get rid of that stuff into and then redo all the warning stickers and safely warning lines. Then we use fire bombs, to give it a good cleaning out after we exit!" he smiled back to me from his place up front.

I nodded back to him, "Got it, simple in and out. But what is this place the sewage flows to?" I wondered back up to him.

"Ohh you will see that when we get there!" Stan told me, but Morrie started to tell me what was in the tunnel.

"What is in the tunnel is pure conjecture or speculation to most...whatever is at the end of the tunnel has been there long before the school and long before humans walked on this nations soil! A hundred years ago, some smart guy found it and they sealed what is in there behind some magic sigils and since water, plus sludge or sewage can still flow past the ward. We use it as a dump for that exotic harmful stuff coming from the school's labs and it seems a little of what ever is beyond that warding line seeps back into our world a little, so we have to burn it all clean every six months or so?" he said as we drove up to the main gates.

'Maybe that is what I see when I enter astral space sometimes around here, I knew this whole valley was strange and this proves it!' I thought silently to myself.

The cart with all of us onboard headed quickly out the main gates, then down the hill towards Dunwich. After Morrie drove us several miles past the gates, he turned off the main road leading to the school and down a dirt road. From here I could just spot my house in the valley below us, as I smiled at the sight. I let Night out for a little flight time while we did our work in this sewer.

She glided a few large lazy circles around us, seeing what was there for me and I saw nearly nothing to worry about via her vision of the valley. Then Morrie stopped at a wide spot in the road, that hid a thick steel door built ingeniously into the dark shadows of the rocky hillside and the door itself had three different locks on its surface.

AND one large white sign with an engraved warning in very LARGE and very RED lettering!

Leave immediately

This is a Class X site. Consult your student handbook.
There is nothing valuable or useful here,
and nothing that can be carried away.
Entry will be fatal or worse.

"Hey all class 'X' is not bad...just look at me?" I had to jest towards the sign, like it was offending me in someway.

Stan shook his head to me, as he jumped up to his feet, "You kids get funnier each year!"

"Stan set her up with the flamethrower, she can carry far more than we can and it is the heaviest gear we have to use today" Morrie ordered his workmate.

Stan picked up a large metal cylindered backpack off the car and started to place it on my back just as Morrie said. When he had the straps set good on my shoulders, he told me to connect the rather large waist belt that had several packs on it and then showed me how to connect or disconnect a short hose that ended in a very gun like grip coming from the tank.

Morrie handed me a few long plastic sticks, "Place those in your pockets, just incase we lose our lights."

"What are they and I don't need light to see by in any case?" I had to tell him.

"The sticks do this, " he snapped one by bending it a bit and it glowed, "They work on chemicals and don't need electricity."

I took one in hand and shook it to see what this new thing was, my vision showed me what was in the plastic tube with ease, "Ohh I get it...the glass vial is hydrogen peroxide, that mixes with a mixture of the dye and diphenyl oxalate and that makes it glow! How neat, but it only lasts a few hours at best I am sure?"

"Okay I did not even know that, you must read a lot?" Stan chuckled at me.

"Yep I do, I read most of the night." I smiled to him, "I don't___ sleep."

"You mean 'need' sleep?" he corrected me.

"Yes...need is correct, thanks again. Each little bit of correction helps me learn."

"Yep, we will have you talking or speaking like a native in a few months!" he said to me and Morrie pulled a large key ring from his pocket.

Both men walked towards the door, as they each shouldered a rifle from the cart and wore a belt just like mine. Morrie started to open the large door with his keys. He placed a magnetic key disk over a matching pad on the door's face and inserted a larger plastic key in the large ceramic lock at the door's center. Stan simultaneously twisted a regular key he pulled form his pocket the very normal lock by the doors edge. With a dull metallic thud, I could just hear three bolts simultaneously pulled into the door itself. Then both of them used the large keys as handles to swing open the vault like door.

"Before we go in let me arm your suicide belt." Stan told me.

"A what, why in the heck would I need that or would it even work on me?" I told and asked him or them at the same time.

"Well if you get into trouble in there, you might want it?"

"I am a GOO, a Mythos. Do you think there is something in there I can't handle or could actually kill me...because this belt going boom will not be enough and if it did work...I would leave a crater a few miles across at least when I did die!" I warned both of them of the facts of what I really was.

Morrie visibly gulped at my statement of facts and Stan looked a little upset at something right now and that was not me obviously, "Ahh no one at the office told us that about you?" Morrie finally said.

"Well just disarm it or don't arm the darn thing and I will take my...lumps? I think some say?" I asked about the wording I had just used.

"Yep you said that just fine. We will leave your belt unarmed and go right in...just be careful for me please?" Morrie asked me and I could feel waves of worry wash over him.

"I will be fine, so tell me how this gun thing works?" I asked swinging the gun like handle coming off the back on my back free of it's carry hook set on my belt.

"Well next let's do this step first, a light for your hat!" he said and placed a very bright clip light on my hats brim, then added one to each side to cover that, "now let me show you the 'on' valve."

Stan quickly ran me through how the pack worked, the hose and the gun nozzle that would shoot out flames at a varying distance based on how I rotated a knob on the gun's rear most side by the thumb of my right hand.

Morrie observed my quick lessons to make very sure I understood what was being shown to me, then pointed at the open door that had a strangely stiff breeze blowing 'in' rather than 'out' like most caves do?

"Make a wide blast into there, then a real nice long stream one inside and down the hole into the tunnel below our feet." he instructed me.

Before I entered the tunnel, Night lighted on my outstretched arm and vanished from sight. She had insisted that I keep her with me while I worked in this new cave...just in case!

I did as told, the flamethrower blasted into the doorway and cooked whatever was there. I took a step into the door and waved the gun down the hole, then let go with the long blast that Morrie asked for. He tapped my back when he felt I was done, "Good one kid, now can you hop down there without the ladder?"

"Yes I can and calling me a kid is funny...I maybe a baby to this world, but I am far older than you think!" I giggled as I jumped down the twenty five feet to the bottom of the tunnel.

"Do a few blasts from down there, I will yell when we are clear of the door."

"Got it!" I barked back up at him and he shouted 'all clear!' That is when I burned up the entry tube and down each end of the tunnel like I was told to, "All done here!" I yelled as I finished my work.

The tunnel itself was semi finished stone and some concrete. But most of the length so far seemed to be very hand made and 'clawed up' a little, that fact I found very strange. As no animals could enter into the tunnel this deeply I assumed?

Shortly, both men heaved a flameproof ladder made of some kind of ceramic plastic down the hole to me and came down the rungs rather fast to me. Both of them searched the area around us in the light given off by our hats and Stan snapped a glowstick, then tied it onto the ladder as insurance we could find it in the dark.

We walked a few dozen yards into the tunnel and every ten yards or so Morrie had me blast the tunnel free of the crud growing on the walls. I could see all the life growing on the walls via it's auras and most of it was bugs, or rats then some kind of living moss?

As I blasted each section, I could smell the decay of flesh among other not so great scents. The moss, plus a deep thick slime covered everything on the walls or floors until I burned it away at Morrie's orders.

As we went forward, about every other stop we made to flame stuff off the tunnel's sides. Morrie or Stan would place a bomb hung on hooks on the tunnel's ruff hewn walls. As Stan was hanging his charge, Morrie told me about them, "All of these are linked and we set them all off remotely from outside the door we came in."

As we walked along farther, I noticed the tunnel ended or was blocked up ahead by a magic ward or set of sigils. It wavered in the darkness and I could just make it out, "Hey there is a ward wall up ahead, what is behind that?" I had to ask knowing very old magic when I saw it and a very WELL crafted warding at work.

"So you see it?" Morrie asked me.

Then Stan started a bit more than afraid and I could feel that emotion flow off of his body just behind me, "We'll just stay away from that, we lost a guy down here years ago. Roy Pasternack...they lost him in the seventies, he just went too far in poking his gun past the line painted on the wall into ‘no man’s land.’ Then something reached for him...something no one ever saw in here or coming at him and he was gone. He was dragged past the boundary, then we could not do anything for him...the ones with him at the time...just had to watch the horror of it all happen!" he gulped in fright to me.

"Just don't go beyond the painted circle on the walls and you will be just fine little lady!" Morrie warned me and slapped on Stan's backside to shut him up.

"That sigil is very neat, an oily surface that shimmers to me with a regular five pointed star...point up. Then a Ah'ehye r'luh ward is at the bottom, it looks like a twisted pair of lines in long loops. That layers several times over the star and it's own layers and that is all surrounded by a rather nicely done double spelled circle that has a 'Hup mgepmgah ch' intertwined all along it...in all rather fine work for humans!" I said intrigued by the whole thing.

"Let's just get this over with and get out of here Kyley?" Morrie told me and I could feel he was getting rather upset or unsettled at being in this tunnel.

He pointed out the same signs on the walls, that the door had pasted on it out to me, "Replace those while we repaint the warning line. Use the scraper on your belt and here are two signs." Stan said and handed me a few of the rolled up plastic heat activated glue signs.

I did my task just as he said, the sign pulled free of the wall and plopped into the mess of gunk on the tunnel's bottom and nestled underneath the first sign I spotted a diamond shaped 'worm' about four inches long sliding across the clean patch I had just made. It looked rather sick to me, like grayed flesh?

"Ohh don't get one of those on ya, they flip at ya and drive tendrils into your skin and you have to cut all that nasty mess out before it messes up your body!" Stan warned and went back to painting his line in front of me with a special spray can he had mounted on a collapsible pole.

I went to flick the thing off the wall with my scraper before placing this one sign on the tunnels wall and the darn thing jumped at my exposed hand. When it landed on my skin, it drove several tendrils under it and that is when Morrie spotted the darn thing attacking me, "Let me cut that off ya and some of the effected flesh!" he barked at me, as he pulled out a wicked looking sharp blade off his belt.

But before he could cut me or it, the worm burst into bright light and fell down to the floor as ash. I laughed at the sight, "Bite off more than you could chew and did not like the taste of me either!"

"You are a strange one Kyley!" he said to me with a laugh of his own.

"My girl likes me strange, makes the nights more fun! Besides I prefer the word 'complicated' when describing me?" I sniggered over to him and Stan nodded in agreement.

In quick order, both of my signs were in place and we stepped back so I could burn them in and activate the glue with some heat. As I burned the tunnel with a nice low flow, the signs and painted line cooked into the rough stone of the tunnel's sides.

I walked that few feet forward to check my work and found the signs thoroughly glued to the walls much like the painted lines does onto Highways. As I turned to leave, something reached out for me well beyond the safely lines and snatched me back into the oily darkness of the tunnel's seemed end!

Stan saw the whole thing and so did Morrie, Stan tried hard to grab my outstretched hand...but whatever took me away was too fast for him. "Fuck...fuck...fuck!" Stan cried out in rage, the echo of his yelling going down the tunnel over an over.

"The darn thing reached past the safety line by a full yard at least!" Morrie noted to his partner, "We were within it's range all that time darn it...we all could have been taken!"

"What should we do Morrie, we can't leave a kid behind...not like this!" Stan yelled out in the echoing tunnel's darkness.

"And do what? She is gone, no one comes out of that thing and you darn well know that STAN!" Morrie shouted back at his partner, more mad at the world than his partner right now.

"Lets wait at least an hour for her, maybe she will come out? She is a GOO after all!" Stan asked knowing down deep it was a futile gesture.

"Let's get going and check all the bombs as we exit like normal." Morrie said as he turned back to the first of many charges to check along the way back to the ladder that exited the tunnel.

Morrie and Stan did their shared task along the way back out of the tunnel, but took their time in doing so...just in case the kid might show back up somehow? Finally at the ladder Morrie pointed upwards to his buddy, "Get up there, we have to finish this up and make a report at Shuster about losing her." he said grimly.

Stan climbed the long ladder slowly one rung at a time, "You just know someone is going to get real mad at us for this, all those locks we installed just for her use...all of that tells me, she was doing something important for us here at the school?"

"Well maybe someone else can carry on for her?" Morrie said as he hit the ladder and quickly climbed up into the waiting daylight.

Both men wrestled the ladder back up, then checked over the remote for detonating the bombs used in final cleanout, "Hey lets give her five more minutes...then we can pop them...then I won't feel like I messed up so bad?" Stan asked his partner.

"She disappeared over forty-five minutes ago...getting on an hour now? We will load up all the gear, then wait ten more and poof!" Morrie made a hand single like a bomb going off in his hands and gave in finally to his buddy's needs for being sure the girl was a goner.

"I can live with that," Stan said closing the door as regulations asked for.

For the next thirty minutes, both men cleaned up the worksite and replaced everything on the cart to go back to the campus. They even took extra time on each task and cleaned up the cart a little bit on top of that.

"Well spin the lock and lets pop-em!" Morrie said none too happy.

Down in the tunnel

I slowly walked past the warding sigils with ease, since I knew what they said from the 'human' side. That meant the darn things could not really stop me that easily as they did stop something that did not know what the sigils said from the 'other' side.

Just past the safety lines again, I turned to wave back at the tunnel, "Bye for now and I will see you soon again I am sure of!"

I felt something push a wave of joy my way and I reacted to it, "Ohh ya I will get them to give you more of that yummy stuff! Just give me sometime to tell them is all?"

It took me several minutes to run down the now dark tunnel, because what creature or being I had chatted to back there had ate all the battery power in my headlamps like candy! The darn thing loved that battery power and wanted more...but I had no more of it left on me? But I did give it the chemlights and it loved those too!

Once I slid on the slime covered floor of the tunnel to a stop right at the passage leading up, I glanced up where I found that the ladder was gone now and that was a very bad sign to me! That is when I noticed all the lights blinking on the explosive charges hanging on the walls along the line of the tunnel, Morrie and Stan must have armed them all as they left! That meant to me that this tunnel was going boooom very soon!

I leapt up the passage to where the ladder was normally hung from on a small ledge and found a good footing, then started pounding on the huge door, "AHHHHHH guys I am still in here and blowing me up is a very bad idea!"

After several bangs, nothing and that is when I thought my Axe might be the next best idea. It could cut through this door in a few hits and out I go with ease!

I banged a few more times and was about to call the blade, then grow in size a little to use it better. When the door flew open to me and Morrie, plus Stan stared at me like I was a ghost.

"Hiya guys, thank the elder gods you did not blow me up!" I said as I stepped back up into the sunlight once again.

"But you went into nothing, the blackness at the tunnels end and you should be dead?" Morrie said very slowly while staring at me with his fearful wide eyes and Stan noded with a small bounce of his head agreeing with each and every word he said.

"Been dead a few times before and it did not take! So lets blow this up and get back to Whateley, because I hear they are having a nice Bar-B-Q today and I would love some of that today for lunch?"

Stan backed quickly away from me as I walked towards the cart to get the backpack off then stood still as a statue, "Ahh Stan?" I waved a hand in front of his face to regain his attention.

"How do we know you are Kyley and not some demon that replaced her?" he stuttered out to me and I could feel that growing panic wash over him even now.

"Because what most humans call demon or angels is what I am already? And if I was evil, you would already be dead by now!" I quickly reasoned back at him, with both of my hands resting on my hips in a way that strangely reminded of my mother scolding me in my youth?

"Makes sense to me!" Morrie stated with a simple shrug and locked the door to the tunnel, then hit the timer for the bombs hanging on the door.

"What did you see down there?" Stan's asked as he slowly climbed back into the cart after the huge door shook with a boom and some steam wafted off of the rusted metal because of the intense heat now laying behind it.

"Ohh someone or something rather nice and they want more of that yummy sludge you send down the drainage tunnel. They say the devisor lab stuff is the best tasting in whole world and the run off from the armory area sucks bad?" I explained to both of them as the cart rolled off back up the hill towards the main gates.

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Sunday September 9, 10:40 am
Whateley Academy, New Hampshire

Morrie drove the cart up to the Shuster building, then hopped out with Stan right behind him and they waved for me to follow along. Both of them took off their boots, then the coveralls and I followed along. Stan took my set of clothes and dropped them all into a bag along with their own sets "I going to go burn these later!"

Morrie started off to the main doors, then waved me to follow him, "Let's get you all set on the payroll for this?" and he guided me into an office on the first floor, then showed me how to log in and out for this job so I could get paid in a few days.

"Well all done, you're free for the rest of the day and we might call you for more of this in the future if we have the need?" he grinned my way

"Cya, I am getting some lunch...that BBQ is going on right now and it smelled great!" I ran off out of the door in search of that delicious food.

After I was gone, Morrie was joined by Stan and both trudged up the steps to Mrs. Carson's office, then right into Mrs. Hartford's door, "Amelia, we might have an issue with a student. You told me to report anything out of the norm and today fits that order to a 'T'!"

Stan nodded to Morrie's appraisal, as he sat down with a sigh on one of her chairs in front of the large desk, "Yep strange day today!"

As I ran off for my lunch

"What is it Morrie?" Amelia asked as her hand tapped a computer key to put it in secure mode out of habit.

The two best techs on campus stood at her doorway and Morrie having his hat in hand told her instantly that something was wrong even before he spoke, "Amelia? Ahhh we had a small issue in the tunnel clean up today."

"Ohh please don't tell me you got Miss Barron killed...that would be VERY bad!" she warned the two men.

"No...but we lost her for over an hour." Morrie said shuffling back and forth on his feet nervously.

"Lost?" she questioned back to both men.

Stan spoke up for both of them, "Well not lost, just temporally misplaced for about an hour or so?"

"Okay...so is she okay or?" Hartford asked.

"She seems fine?" Stan said as he glanced over to Morrie who nodded back to him.

"Let's keep it simple...what happened?" she asked pulling out a notepad and making a pen ready to write with a small click.

"Well...she was grabbed by something past the warding in the tunnel?" Stan said and then cringed as Hartford shouted..."WHAT!" and jumped to her feet!

Later on, all three were now seated or standing in Carson's office and Stan had just finished with his version of what he had seen. All of his testimony agreed with Morrie's word for word.

Carson sat behind her huge desk, hands cradled now her lowered head and both sets of fingers worked at the sudden pain she felt in her forehead..."So Miss Barron is alive and seems well for the most part...but still passed beyond the safety lines after something grabbed her AND then she came back....I have all of that right?"

Both men nodded back, as Carson glanced up from her now pounding headache to see what each man was doing for a reply.

"Good...Let's call this reported and I will see to it all from here. Thanks gentlemen and please go back to your duties." Carson said almost coldly and both men left the room without a word.

After both men had left and the door locked with a tap of a button on Cason's control panel...that is when Hartford sighed out slowly feeling every inch of Carson's worry and stress in sympathy.

"So should we have a talk with Miss Barron or not Liz?" she asked.

"Honestly Amelia, I have no idea. If what is locked up down there is now out via using Miss Barron as a conduit or had replaced her fully, what could we even do now...done is done?" Carson shrugged herself in defeat, an act she rarely did.

"We can at least try and ask her, maybe a sworn oath that Miss Barron is what she should be?" Hartford suggested.

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Sunday September 9, 12:30 PM
Whateley Academy, Crystal Hall

I was sitting at a table on the lowest floor with most of my new friends, KK my roommate, Angel one of Poe's resident advisors on my floor and Lille Skygge our resident baby dragon, though right now she looked more like an elf!

At my side, Night was tearing into a meaty section of ribs and loving the sweet BBQ sauce the school used in preparing them. Her sharp talons made quick work of ripping the tasty meat from the bone and I was stuck just nibbling off chunks as I went!

KK was sitting across from me and pointed over my shoulder to something coming up behind me, "Here comes trouble, the schools guards are heading towards this table Ky!"

Night glanced that way as she ate and showed me mentally what her eyes found, 'there where six men and one woman leading the whole party coming right at my back. Four had long rifles slung over their backs and two had larger than normal SMG's in holsters on their legs. The leader I knew did not need weapons, she was one in her own way...Samantha Everheart, one of the leaders of the schools large security/peacekeeping force.'

"Miss Barron, you have to come with us. Mrs. Carson wants to see you in her office." Sam said behind me in a voice that was far more order...than request.

"Why?" is all I said while wiping the BBQ sauce off my hands with a 'wetnap'.

"She wants to see you and that is all I know right now. But please get up and someone will clean-up your tray for you later." she added next.

"Can this wait, this is a fun meal?" I asked as we all were just talking over what to do next weekend.

"Now please..." she toned out at me.

As I stood up, Night hopped off her plate and placed her talons in a waiting dish of water, then hopped on a wet towel I had set out for her use in cleaning up and then clawed at the towel to finish cleaning off her talons. Lastly she wiped up her messy beak and did a short flap over to my waiting arm.

As she landed, one of the two men in the front reacted and his arm swung towards his waiting SMG. He glared at me nervously, as Night reacted to his upping the ante and she clawed the air with one of her taloned feet his way in warning of damage to come if he kept to this path!

I could feel that he was deeply sacred of me...really scared, bordering on sheer terror of my presence and that emotion dripping off of him was starting to feed into me in a bad way.

"Mrs. Everheart, maybe that man" I pointed over at him, "he should not join us? He is far to scared of me for some reason and his emotional state is hurting me a little, we don't want this situation to get out of hand." I warned her.

"Randall, step out and grab some coffee...then report to me in an hour at the office!" she barked only once and he did as asked by walking away towards the food service area.

"Let's go Kyley, we have Carson to see now." Sam said once again and pointed to the doorway leading outside for me.

"I guess we do," I said as Night vanished back into me.

Angel impatiently jumped out of her chair as my escorts and I started off, "Maybe I should come along, I am her student advisor and she might need my guidance?" she offered.

"Miss Barron was to report alone and thanks Angel for looking out for the new kids, but we have to go and don't worry about her." Sam told the now fearful looking teen with wings similar to mine.

Not long later, we all arrived at Carson's office and Everheart lead me in, then pointed out a chair for my use in front of the headmistress.

"Thanks Sam for bringing Miss Barron in to see me, do have the others of your staff wait outside if we might need them later?" Carson told her assistant head of security, who took a seat on the sofa just behind me after she waved at her men to await us all outside the office.

I watched as Mrs. Carson moved the last small stack of papers to one side of her desk, then folded her hands in a very authoritative manner before she spoke, "Miss Barron I called you in to have a little chat over something that I became aware of this morning, something that happened to you and it worries me genuinely."

"Ma'am?" I question and think of only one thing...that shadow at the tunnel's end grabbing me for a little chat?

"I was told by both Stan and Morrie that during your job with them this morning, whatever lays behind the that tunnels last ward grabbed you and successfully pull you past that ward for an hour, then let you go?" she asked me and the look on her face was very serious.

"Yes ma'am, but I am fine now and unharmed." I smiled and tried to act like this chat with her was nothing and mentally hoping it was not?

"Well please tell me in your own words what happened? Because in the past, when this accident happened, the person dies or never returned."

"I finished my task as told, replacing the warning signs and was on the 'safe' side of the line, when what lays past that darkness grabbed me. Then I came back, exited the tunnel and we finished our job for the day." I left out any of the chat we non-human beings had...until Carson asked me specifically about it!

Carson rocked a bit in her chair impatiently and I could feel that emotion wafting off of her and Sam sitting behind me, "Let's take this step by step?" she started.

I nodded back instantly in agreement to her plan.

"You stayed on the safe side of the line at all times?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am, I did as told to the letter."

"Then something or some being grabbed you and dragged you past the warding?"

"Yes it did and that did surprise me quite a bit!" I laughed a little, but when no one joined along with me...I stopped.

"How do you think it was able to reach you past the well know and tested safety lines?" Carson asked and stared at me for an immediate answer.

"Well the only thing I can even think of...is that in someways I make a much bigger and easier to grab target than a human...to that kind of being?" I told her the only way I could think of at the time.

"Miss Barron, would you elaborate on that for me please, because I am not making the connection at all?" she asked me, then asked Sam behind me, "Sam you have any ideas?" Sam shook her head for now, as her internal computers and AI set to work finding an answer to that very question!

"Ma'am...not to be sarcastic...but we don't really have__hundred years to gloss over just the surface___that question?" my mind wondered on thinking, 'how does one of my kind describe all of this to a human!'

Sam's onboard AI came up with a paper on the subject, Sam read it in a split second and sent it over to Carson's desk comp, "Liz, I found one theory on this and sent it over to your desk. It says that since some beings like Kyley are pan-dimensional, they are in fact larger targets that are easier to grab in this case. The ward might not be working at all where Kyley is concerned?"

Carson read the computer screen mounted inside her desktop and sighed out as her mind came to a conclusion, "Humm so that being or entity just reached around the ward into an adjacent dimension and grabbed that part of Miss Barron, thus taking all of her along for the ride?"

I nodded to Carson's explanation, it made sense to me in a child's way, "That sounds like a correct and valid explanation of what happened__me at the time, I agree with that."

"Well I would have to agree then too? But let's move on to the next question shall we?" she asked me while emotions of curiosity and some fright wafted of her now.

"Ma'am?"

"What being or beings lay past the wards?"

"I care not to say...It would be very bad for you to know, I think?" I tried to explain and protect Carson. Knowing what is beyond there is unexplainable to them, it would mentally harm her to even contemplate the matter!

"I will just have to accept that explanation...then next. Can I get a swear from you that this being is not using you to enter our world or plane?"

I chuckled at her question, "No...a being like this or that could easily make the oath and bypass it with ease...they are not bound to this world and not affected by it's rules. The same rules that seem to bind some of my actions at times?" I questioned her, hoping she might know more about them!

"I will have to research that claim Miss Barron and you might want to look up 'the Contract of Solomon' about any bindings you feel? But back to the main question, we are not getting a oath from you as requested then?"

"No...Unless you are going__send me away?" I said more than worried they might out of fear only! But I had one thing to do after I left the office, 'find this contract!'

"You mean expel, then no the academy does not punish students with such things offhand or without reason and your explanation tells us it would not help in any matter?" she questioned me with one of her eyebrows slightly raised.

"No Mrs. Carson, it would not. Can__go now, or are there other questions?"

"That should be...Can I go now Miss Barron and you may go."

Yes ma'am...can I go?" I said correcting myself as I stood and at the door I stopped, "Carson, I am the same being you met with here many months ago...almost...and the only real changes are. I grew with knowledge since then, and understand a little more about this new home of mine...then add my many new friends. Bye and call me for more of these little chats, I enjoy them immensely!"

Sam stood as I left the room and closed the door behind me, "Well do you believe her Liz?" she said as her inter radio worked at ordering the guards outside the office to have Kyley taken back to Crystal hall or where she wanted to go?

Carson stood to open a small hidden bar behind her desk, she waved at the selection of bottle for Sam. Who shook her head to the offer, "Naww the stuff is nothing to me now, I only really use it as an icebreaker now."

"Good, but I am having a scotch if you don't mind. Talking to Kyley gets to me at times, she is not like Sara was at all, because she knows far more than Sara did and once she finds her nitch her on earth who knows?!" Carson sighed as she rattled the glass of scotch and ice, then took small short sips of the beverage that warmed her throat.

"I have not really talked to that one student yet, maybe I should talk to Rohanna about her and see if the old Drow knows that one?" Sam gave back.

"Now that is an idea, I would add Kayda and Bluejay...maybe Kodiak too?" Carson added to the list.

Carson thought to herself, 'It was funny that Rohanna being the go to person on campus for questions dealing with outer world being like Kyley? It was too bad that Aunghadhail had died and Sara was missing for now? It was times like this that both of them were needed'

~o~O~o~

Friday September 14, 12:40 PM
Whateley Academy, Crystal Hall

Here I was eating my now regular sample plate of food and flipping through a text book on english...eighth grade level english. I had improved some over the last three weeks or so, but not as much I had hoped for!

My next class was one of my very advanced math classes or workshops were we worked over dimensional physics involving gate travel or building them. Most of the time I helped to correct the small mistakes holding back the team or checking the rest of my teams math working with magic spells that held it all together.

That was me, the balance point. I held most of this mess together for the teams with logical math on one side of the scale and illogical magic on the other, not too many others in the world came even close to what I was doing for them.

When my mind clicked that 12:45 was here, I closed my books and slid them into my book bag, then checked that my personal bag for restricted books was sealed. Once all set, I started off towards class.

As I walked into class one of the students waved to me, "Heya Ky, can you check my math over soon as you are all set?"

"Yep, I can." I smiled back and placed my bags on me desk, with class now over three weeks in. All of the students knew to leave my desk alone and warn me if anyone was testing the limits of what I had called a safe distance from my desk.

The major hurdle in my opinion had also passed by, most of my fellow students had finally got over the fact I not only was a girl, but a incredible looking one and left the idea of dating me far behind unless I asked first!

Don was the student who had asked for my help as I came in, the same student that I had solved his math puzzle and won his prize of free food for the rest of term on Fridays. He had left all of his equations on one of the large media boards that was used instead of good old chalk boards. I slid the large computer touch screen around the equation as I searched out for any mistakes.

When I added three corrections and four small short equation notes to the whole twenty page mess of data with a electronic pen that knew what I was adding to the display...no real ink was ever used on these and one could even do 3D displays on them! When I was done, I hit the send button and the whole string of numbers, symbols and notes was sent to a supercomputer for a first run through.

As the computer crunched away, I rechecked for mistakes on my part or full out failures! Don walked from his desk over to me as I did my task, "Ky why did you add those notes and these few corrections to my math...I thought I had it?"

"You did for the most part, the notes lead to a equation on earth being a galactic or cosmological constant and only needing corrections for destinations past it's orbit or one for past solar orbit or lastly system orbit?"

"But space is constantly expanding says Hubble and Einstein agreed?" Don said back and seemed a little mad.

"Don in this dimension of existence it is a constant, in others that you have to pass through to go as far as other the planets in the solar system or way past that to other systems? You have to adjust for multiple dimensions, ones that are constant and those that are not?" I tried to explain.

"Ahh that makes no sense?" he said scratching his head to me.

"It does if you see the universe like I do...trust me. This works and has worked for me in the past."

~o~O~o~

Friday September 14, 4:50 PM
Kane hall

Since this class is four hours long and the last one of my normal week. I found myself impatiently waiting and glancing at the clock at times like this. I wanted out of this place and have some free time with my Becky.

When I did a slow walk around the room checking on the math formulas being written out on the large displays by the other students, I notice one of the newest students adding new symbols quickly to her display that intrigued me!

I stood behind the new kid Umar, a real nice looking girl with raven black hair and jade green eyes that had vast math skills and power over shaping or controlling metals. Add to that package that she was a level two exemplar with a good mental package. The symbols that she was adding to the display were ancient ones that I knew and she held a small notebook close to her chest as she wrote out most of the equitation from memory. As I stood there just behind her, out of her line of sight. I felt very strange mix of emotions flowing off of her, one was curiosity...but not on the math at hand, it was about something else? Then there was a urgency a need to get finished that drove at her internally, and the last one was the fear of being found out...that emotion did not seem to be her's, but it hid from my probing like it was something within her...somewhere deep and DARK!

She only noticed me when I finally gasped out in shock "NO!" and went to wipe the whole display of her work.

My hand shot out to hit the safety covered erase button, but she stood in my way shouting at me, "Why are you going to do that? ALL my work will be permanently erased KY!"

Our displays were like most on campus and those at large universities. But our in case within this room and a few others I found that these had built in safeguards. Those being, you had to place a memory stick into a slot to get them to work, that stick had to have the correct enable code, the display would only work if someone was detected working in front of it and would shut down after thirty seconds of no one at the station, shutting down made you restart only after your personal code opened the memory stick once again, then lastly a full ease of both in the case of dangerous data was written on the display...this is the one control button my hand and finally finger was aiming for...the full erase one!

"Umar what you are writing is so very dangerous...too dangerous for others to see!" I insisted to her as we dodged about, me trying to erase the display and her trying in vain to stop me!

The girl tried to shove me away with her exemplar strength as she continued to shout at me in her rage...a rage that feed at me and was mentally hurting me now, "I have to show all of you this, the whole school must see this!" Umar shouted over the room and the other students finally noticing that we were fighting for real.

I was stronger than her by far and shoved her off me, then hit the erase button...then slammed a fist into the panel to make sure it was off for good!

Don saw that I was having trouble with Umar and yelled to me as he rushed over to help, "What is going on Ky?"

I stopped him with a loud shout as I struggled to get Umar under some kind of control, "Don hit the Isolation panel emergency button now!"

He stopped instantly in his tracks when it dawned on him that this was bad, he spun around running back to rooms exit and did just that! As he came closer to his goal, his hand reached out for a large button mounted next to the rooms door and after he flipped the cover off, then pressed it. The door, plus the two others in the room bolted shut much like a vault and a force field projected around the room's doors adding a layer to that protection. That was the last line of caution or safety this room had and it was in place because some of our math was so very close to Mythos and could drive one or many humans mad when used or read!

Umar was certainly keeping me busy with all her squirming about tying to get loose from me, I had no real choices left to me, with almost no one in class that could help me out with holding her. Most of the classes other students was made up of devisors and most of them only exemplar one at best! Then add all of them had no real power that could harm another or any real fighting skills?

Since I did not want to harm Umar, I slapped both hands on the side of her head and dove right in mentally, looked around and found spots of darkness trying to hide from my personal 'light'...I thought to myself, 'I'll handle you all later! But first let's SLEEP girl' and Umar dropped slowly to the floor as I found that spot in her mind and brain that handled that task.

Umar's now slumbering body was easily picked up in my arms now, then I laid her out on one of the nearby tables that held layers of math computations that would sooner or later become a vast gate network I hoped!

My hand moved her long hair off of her cute face, as I made sure she was breathing. I had to make sure, because sometimes dark Mythos taint does not want to be found out and will kill the host!

Her small nose was wiggling slightly as she lightly snored away, then she curled up on the table to a more combatable spot I was sure. Don laughed as he rolled up a coat and placed it under her head, "She is real cute when she sleeps, heck I think she looks better sleeping than awake?"

"Most humans do Don, this is when your face is most relaxed and none of that worry of life shows." I told him.

As I checked on Umar, that is when the panel next to the door lit up and the small monitor screen there was filled by Sam's smiling face, "What is going on in there, Kyley are you there? I can see you, plus the other students on the room's cameras and I don't see anything wrong...save one student napping on a table next to ya?."

After I walked over to the large control panel, I leaned down and smiled into the camera and waved to Sam as my face filled her screen, "It seems that poor Umar, she found something...that something was tainted in or by Mythos and it affected her...I think you say? But she is okay right now, I put her__sleep for now. You may want Mr. Geintz to check her out? But in any case, I found Mythos shadows trying to hide from me inside her mind when I was putting her to sleep."

"Good suggestion, I will send for him right away. But for now is it safe in your opinion to open the door and help her or the other students?" Sam said back to my smiling face on the monitor and I instantly understood the dilemma we were in right now. She held the only real key to this door, yes I could bash it down. But they would try to stop me and I...plus them would get hurt during any fight we had.

"Mrs. Everheart, I think it is fine. Whatever got to her, only got to her so far no real damage that I can see and I will look over___room for if it's in here, maybe__inside one of her books?"

Todd one of the other students in class picked up Umar's book bag by one of it's long straps and held it up for me to see, "Maybe that book is in here?" he asked
me.

"TODD! Drop that bag now, we have no idea what is in there?" I ordered the teen, he dropped the bag with a thud and leapt away from it in fright.

"Darn kid!" Sam barked at the screen at the teen's stupidity, then she shook her head at the small camera on the control panel, "Let me get all set out here Kyley and then we will come in to fix all of this and good job of thinking of the school's well being first." she told the GOO like teen and turned off the room's feed for now.

Sam told her team who and what to gather, then sent for Fubar plus some of his fellow head shrinkers from ARC. Back inside the room, I made the class move over to the far side of the room, the farthest we could go from the still sleeping Umar and her book bag for now

~o~O~o~

Friday September 21, 5:10 PM
At the Shuster hall Bus stop and passenger pick-up spot

An all black BMW sedan had to make way for the scheduled bus that transported the student body to and from the small nearby town of Dunwich. So the driver pulled into one of the many short time parking spots with the car still running.

Becky glared at the clock set into the large dash of the well equipped BMW and impatiently drummed her fingers over the steering wheel, "Ky is never late without telling me!"

Now she was really worried, so Becky slowed her breathing a little, next her mutant enhanced mind reached out mentally for Ky via their growing link and when she found it was all blocked off she became extremely upset...enough so to leap out of the still running sedan.

An out of Breath Becky ran into Shuster hall and she swiveled her head quickly searching for her love or anyone who could help her find Ky! When one of the schools information desk clerks spotted the not normally nervous blond, he knew something was wrong...very wrong 'Becky always seemed to be in control' and seeing her like this meant something was very wrong.

"Becky come over here please, tell me what is wrong?" the older man behind the desk asked the newer language tutor that was being fast tracked to becoming a full time teacher.

"Stu where is Ky...I can't feel Ky! She should have meet me at the pick-up or called me?" the anxious women asked.

"I just had a red light from Kane hall, that might be why she is late?" he said looking up Kyley's class schedule and finding that building was where Kyley had her last class of the day, plus week was held at...Multi-dimensional physics and gate creation...was the class.

Becky's well tuned brain only rattled on that statement for a second, "THAT IS WHERE HER LAST CLASS IS!" she shouted out, "What happened?"

"I don't know, the board shows a classroom was locked down and the security staff was called over to handle it? That is all I have Becky." he told her.

"Well I am going over there right now!" she shouted and ran off for the doors.

Over in Kane hall

The medical team came in to take the still sleeping Umar away to Doyle and as they worked the rest of the class passed by Mr. Geintz who was checking over each one mentally for any damage before they were let go.

After most of the students had left the room, I opened Umar's book bag and found one very old tome that screamed to me, 'this is the cause!'

I sat down with the book in question, laid out on the table before me as I carefully flipped each page searching for anything that lead to Umar's bad reaction and while I worked on finding that. A very angry Becky came running into the room after she shoved three guards out of her way!

Becky instantly started yelling at me in our chosen personal language, one that no one else knew! "You cut me off, left me out in the cold and I DO NOT LIKE THAT!" she yelled at me.

I calmly said back to her as I flipped another page in the tome, "I had too. One of the students fell mentally ill from a dark influence, so I did not want our connection being used for it's escape...if it could do that?"

"Well the danger is over, so where are you?" she said and tapped her head implying our connection was not back yet.

"When I finish with this book, I will give you the hug you want love...I am sorry, But remember what I do at times...hurts you and me too, but has to be done. So I can save you...at least save one in my life?" I added as a little sadness grew within me, I knew I was being cold and calculating right now. But when you dealt with ANY darkness...emotions are unneeded interference or warranted and could get you killed with their distraction

"I am sorry too Ky, I just never felt that before now...It was so dark and lonely, you cut me off so fully this time? The other times I could still feel you, just a hint at times and I knew what you were doing...you told me first?" Becky said and gave me a real world hug to show it.

After Becky let me go, I flipped to a page about three fourths the way through the large tome and found a page with newer writing on it. This page was meant to be a blank between chapters, but many researchers placed personal notes on such pages to keep them in order with the rest of the books contents.

The writing was new or newer than the rest of the book and it looked like ball point pen ink to me? "Becky, look at just this one word while I cover the rest with a sheet of paper?"

She leaned in after I nodded to her to read and after she stood back up I asked one question, "Ball point pen ink, an old one, new one or newer one?"

"Yep love, it is and I would say...the 1980's or so by the color? That one looks and acts like one of the old erasable pens from back then, they took a long time to dry fully and transferred ink to other pages at times. I spotted evidence of that smudging on the next page?"

"Thanks my 'one', that is what I thought too. But nailing it down to a certain decade certainly helps us all?" I said and flipped to the last page and found something shocking...a small paper pocket glued in the inside cover...a pocket for a library list and one from Whateley's own library. The last date checked out on the small card was a modern printout of last week and the one before was a hand written one for June 2nd 1986. That date matched with Becky's conclusion on the ink's age!

"Is that a card from here!" she almost shouted to me as she read the printed Library name just like I had and the very new barcode next to it.

"Yes it is, but this book was just fine till someone added that one hand written page to its contents. I am sure no one knew it was there until now, but we should see what other books this student or teacher handled?" I said pointing to the name above Umar's.

A short time later

We walked into Carson's office to explain my reasons behind the emergency Isolation of the class room. As I walked up to the headmistresses desk, she slid her glassed down on her nose and looked at me intently over them.

"Well Miss Barron, what happened to your class? I brought you in to keep little things like this from happening?" she snapped at me.

The old Emperor inside me was certainly NOT used to being talked down to, especially when someone else made a mistake. "Well Carson, the reason is this..." I almost barked back to her and dropped the tome on her desk with a thud, "this book was last checked out in 1986 and that person most likely altered it's contents. That new page is what caused Omar's mental break and she fell to the darkness. Maybe if these books were checked from time to time by the staff here for tampering...this might not happen? You or I might need to clean out or up the whole student library to see if there is more?"

Becky saw as well felt how quickly I was becoming mad right now, so she pulled at my shoulder to get my attention on her for the time being, ~"Ky please...calm down a little my love?"~

~"She blamed me for this whole mess right away...I don't like that?"~

"So this incident is an old issue that became a trap for one of our present students and not something you caused?" Carson said as she slid the book closer to herself not daring to open it without extreme protections at the ready.

"Yes ma'am? I am mostly sure that an old student or teacher or maybe a researcher named on the last slot of the checkout on this book's library card added the math formula that would have pulled darkness into any reader of that page?" I told her.

Carson asked before she even thought to touch the book in question laying before her, "Can I look at this card without harm?"

"Yes it's pocket is on the last page, I used a few paperclips to hold the pages in question shut and as long as they stay in place...the last page is safe, along with the card,"

Carson flipped to the last page and slid the card out to read the name better, then pressed a intercom button, "Amelia, look up this name in our records for me? Adam Madrox...in or about 1986?"

"Will do! Liz.." a few second later, Hartford came back on the com with her findings, "Well he was listed as a part-time researcher that DPA sent over to us...but from there...his activity before and after his visit with us looks very fishy? I will get 'the cat' on this for me, she will find any rats!"

"Thanks Amelia," Carson said then cut the com off with a flip of the small switch.

"But thanks to you too Ky, is it your friends call you?" she said to me now in a more pleasant tone than before.

"That is my nickname for now, but Mrs. Carson maybe we should keep our relationship at arms length till we feel each other out more?"

"Fine we will talk more about this and other items later, after you settle more into this schools routines and please keep an eye out for anymore of this 'darkness' you call it?" she asked me and I could see that Carson was being VERY serious in giving me this task.

"I always do and like I said at our first meeting. My race was seen as our worlds police force...we kept the peace and did so till my world vanished in fire." I said and turned towards the doors going out of her office.

As I left, Becky closed the door behind us and Carson stopped her with a knowing wink, "Have fun on your trip this weekend and the next week Miss Dahlgren."

"SHSHSHSH!" Becky hissed back to the headmistress, "she does not know about it YET?" Becky wondered what or IF her Kyley did know at times, no human could ever know what one GOO was thinking at times? Becky was truly closer than any human could be normally to a GOO, maybe a handful of the whole human race had ever been this close to one of those mysterious beings and maybe one day she would know all the wonder and secrets that Kyley did?

~o~O~o~

Friday September 14, 5:55 PM
The Shuster hall parking area

As Becky quickened her pace to catch up with Kyley, she noticed that her love was stopped at her still running BMW by one of the school's security staff and that Ky was pointing back at her walking up to them both.

"Well your guardian should know that leaving a car running on campus is not allowed." the man in uniform nearly growled at the tall blond teen who was busy tossing her bags into the back seat of the sedan and totally ignoring his rather 'bossy' attitude.

Becky laughed at the overbearing man when she came within earshot, "Well what would you have me do? Shut the car down and take time to safely lock it, then grab my purse...or run off to make sure that the school was not blown to bits by something I could help stop?" she tried to reason with him.

"Mrs. Dahlgren, you are not on staff here yet? So I have to give you a warning that will be placed in your files..." he said snappily and tried to hand Becky a warning ticket as she took her seat in the car and closed the door.

The guard tried to hand Becky the ticket once more through the still open window. She tore it from his hand, then balled it up instantly and tossed it in the back seat of the large car, "Noted and filed with the rest of my trash....bye!" she said pleasantly in a sing song voice, as she slammed the Bimmer in gear and the car roared off towards the schools exit road.

As Becky handed the gates guard her pass and let him see Kyley's pass. She wondered to herself about that girl who was just affected by a dark book in Ky's class...was she going to be okay? Kyley must have felt or overheard Becky's mental worry, because she spoke out just as Becky's window rolled up from talking to the gate guards

"Becky don't worry about Umar, she will be just fine I am sure and if they need my help this weekend? I am sure they will call me in to assist them, besides FUBAR has lots of experience with the 'darkness' and I am sure he can handle it all?"

"You reading my mind again?" Becky had to laugh.

"It's not that hard too, you send out so much emotion when you are worried...that anyone could pick up on it?"

"Tell me how does a math formula do this to a person, I just don't get it?" Becky questioned the teen GOO she called her love.

"Well math is in it's own way...like spells are to mages and they are a crutch that a mind can use to control or bend powers of the universe to your will. In my case I am helping my team to use math to create gates to who knows where these humans want to go? But math used the right or in this case wrong way can open a small gate to let darkness into this dimension to cause harm...that is what I felt happened in this case to Omar."

"Did you want to grab anything to eat on the way home, I saw that you forgot you meal that boy owes you each week?" Becky asked the silent teen sitting across from her.

"Well since it got all exciting in the building, I left that for later and will have him drop it off next week someday?" even as I said that to her, I felt that Becky was mentally evading me once more, "But Becky...love I feel you are hiding something from me yet again...what does ARC or Homestake want of me now?"

Becky laughed in my direction in her playful way as she made the last turn towards the housing track that held our home, "I can't fool you ever...well not too long anyway?"

"AND?" I had to lead her on.

"Well, ARC or their German division was called in to check out a new find in Berlin, apparently they buried something strange and dangerous in a huge deep bunker under the city during the last big war in the forties. That something has killed a few of their personal and most of the personal that even got close to that last level containing a huge still closed vault get weak or go suddenly insane?" She said finally pulling into our garage and parking.

"So what do they want from me or us then?" I had to ask just knowing something was in the works.

"Since ARC always wanted you to go check out the Vatican archives that they are having issues with? They are asking if you would not mind going over to Germany this weekend to deal with this new situation and then next week or so go over to Rome to handle that situation?" Becky smiled at me in a way I certainly knew by now that she was hiding even more.

"Let me guess...you already agreed to this job for me and my things are already packed upstairs in the house?" I growled a little over to her.

"Yes...sorry I know I should ask first, but all of this Berlin incident only happened in the last day and they went instantly to your name...you are the first one on their lists for emergencies like this?"

"Hummm...I guess we can go help since people were killed and hurt...that is the least I can do?" I had to question that line of thought, this was my new home and I had to do my part in watching over it or there might not be one to live on with all the humans making mistakes like this?

"Look at it this way Ky, they called you first and that means we can write our own ticket. We, or you will get top pay and all the goodies!"

I sighed to her, "Let me guess, you have never been to Europe yet?"

"Ohh I have, but I went on a tight budget and I had to work all the time I was there. This time we might be able to see the sights a bit more or ask for more during a later trip or trips?" Becky grinned at me, that same evil grin she used when we were shopping and found a deal on something she wanted bad!

"i have to ask this...I bet this involves a long plane trip?"

"Yep, there is no other way get to there and you don't trust mutant teleporters that much?" she remembered our talking about that subject one night.

"Would you? I mean a trusting a person you only met seconds ago with your life in so many uncounted ways!"

"Maybe you should make friends with a few at school?" she asked me.

"I have...there are a set of Drow twins housed in my cottage and on my floor that port everywhere all the time. I might have to send them some food or a nice gift?" I thought about doing just that, but also considered that they both knew that one harvester girl armed with the axe living on my floor too!

"What does one give Drow as a gift?" Becky asked not even close to having an idea what you would gift to an elf or dark elves?

"Drow in general? A gift for one of their kind would be something sharp and pointy! Or in the case of these twins, something fast and dangerous in the vein of the motorbikes they love?" I said too flatly and that instantly drew Becky's attention.

"Ky, what is bugging you...I felt that something is wrong with you just like that first day you saw something at Whateley on your interview day with Carson?" Becky shivered inwardly at the sensations now coming off her love via their mental bond.

"One of my cottage mates is a harvester and beings like them are just like your Grim Reaper or angel of death legends."

"Ohh is she okay, you seem worried about her?"

"She would be one of those chasing after me, since I should have died when my world died...I am sure I am missing off some list of those who should be dead... somewhere in the universe?" I said getting out of the car and shouldering my bag to go upstairs.

"Well is she!"

"Is she hunting me? No, she saw me clearly and since I am still here, she must not be after me then?"

"Can I talk to her for you maybe, I am on campus almost daily now?"

"If you want to, I can't stop you if you desire it?" I said climbing the stairs into our home.

"What's her name then?"

"Melani , she lives a few doors down form me." I said opening the door and letting Night out to fly over to her large perch near the kitchen.

Night took her perch and squawked at me both loudly and mentally, ~"Stop worrying about the harvester, if she wanted you...you would be done by now!"~

Becky let out a long gasp from her just closing the door, "I heard every word of that Night!"

~"About time girl, I have been trying to get through that thick head of yours for a month!"~ the large hawk mentally laughed to the human.

"Hummm Night making fun of Becky, do you really want me to be angry with you yet again?" I warned the feather duster of a life long companion I had with a grin.

~"If you were not mad with me from time to time, I would be derelict in my duty to keep an eye on you!"~ the bird laughed once more and both Ky plus Becky heard it.

"Night...I think I am going to like hearing you berate Ky from time to time from now on!" Becky giggled as she popped a frozen pizza into the oven and placed some cut meat out for the large bird to nibble on.

~"MMMM I love this chicken and the sauce you put on it this time is great!"~ the bird said mentally as she tore a piece from the bone in the dish and gulped it down.

When I tossed my backpack onto the couch that is when I spotted both sets of our bags sitting by the front door, "So I have to guess by my luggage sitting by the door we are leaving for Berlin tonight or very early in the morning?" I asked shaking my head at the fact that Becky had nearly taken over my whole life...or will have very soon?

"A security team will be here to pick us up in about four hours and take us to the local airport in OUR Berlin to fly out to New York, then on to the OLD Berlin in Europe." Becky laughed at the fact we were leaving from Berlin New Hampshire to go to Berlin Germany!

"So eat, have fun and then shower?" I winked at her.

"If that is what my baby wants...then that is what my baby gets!" she said giving me a kiss.

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Friday September 14, 11:35 PM
Berlin New Hampshire airport

One of the escorts took my bag from my hand to place it into the cargo bay of the mid size gulf jet we were taking to New York. I gulped a little at being on a plane once again, I hate not being in control of what is going on around me. I know that I let Becky run most of my new life, but I trust her fully and know she is acting for the better of me.

Becky notices Kyley is not exactly LEAPING onto the waiting jet and seems to be studying it before she boards it, "Honey, the jet is fine and we are safe?" she tries to sooth her love.

"All those spinning parts, jet fuel, flame and who knows what? Then add all run by a human that has never flown and is being told what to do by a glitchy computer!" the apprehensive teen that I was right now answered her.

"Just get on the jet and remember like last time...if you want or need out...the plane is made of thin sheet aluminum and you can rip it apart in seconds love?"

"Yes Becky," I groaned out as I took the first step up into the jet.

Becky was right behind me as I took one of the large seats and plopped angrily down into it, "One day I will get this world's gate system up and running like I was used to back home and that will end this madness of me needing jets to get around on!" I growled as Becky took a seat next to me.

She laughed at my anger along with Night deep within my head, "Maybe we should sign you up for flight lessons and you will see that flying a plane is not that bad?"

"Wings...wings, I have WINGS woman...so why would I ever do that?" I complained to her as flapped my arms wildly about.

Even though our flight was a very short one to NYC, the stewardess on the jet was informed that keeping me happy on flights was a simple matter...keep my mind off flying by having a huge range of new small snacks for me to try out or have me read a book if I could...but on this flight because we had to use commercial air travel, me carrying a 'dark' or GOO-Mythos book was a very bad idea at best!

Not even an hour later we were in the NYC terminal and heading towards the security-passport checks, then on to our gate.

The TSA/MCO agent waved over to me standing in our line, a line for mutants only that was surrounded by thick wall, lots of thick blast restraint glass and I had heard at school that more than a few armored battle suits are on standby at such places!

When he waved to me, I walked forward instantly and Becky was right behind me, "Miss I only wanted her, you will be next...please?" he said in a professional tone of authority.

"I have to be with her, I am her guardian and she is not used to traveling at all, then on top of that...this is her first trip out of the US?" Becky told the man behind the thick glass and he sighed back..."Okay, come along?"

As I came up to this window Becky nodded to me, "Put your papers in the slot and he will look them over for us Kyley."

"Okay?" I said as I did just that.

He took them and placed the papers into small stacks. One was my ID's, MCO card, passport, my DPA employee ID, and my regular ID. The other was my stack of visas and travel documents for working aboard in Germany at the permission of or for the DPA, or the US government.

"So Miss, the reason for traveling today...please?" he asked.

I glanced over to Becky as I answered, "Work?" and she nodded with me.

"Work in Germany at sixteen and what would that be?" he asked again, then shuffled my papers looking for a work authorization I was sure.

"I will be consulting...I think or translating___ them?"

"It is 'for' them Ky...and yes she is a consultant on ancient texts and subjects." Becky said to the man with a smile.

"Miss, let her speak please?" he demanded.

"Ahhh she has some trouble with english at times and it's not her strongest of languages." she informed the agent.

"So where are you from or where were you born Miss?" he asked me and flipped a page of my passport that had no listing for birth place...but had a note from the DPA on it to regard me as born within the USA and I was mostly sure that might change someday?

I said the name of my world in the most ancient of hawklord and that instantly gained me a puzzled glare from the agent, "Where is that?"

My hand pointed straight up and a little eastward, I knew where home was, or used to be and I could tell that instantly. The universe maybe huge, but I always knew my place within it at all times and that is how I could build gates so easily.

His face scrunched up at me in confusion and slight anger like I was fooling with him and I could feel those two emotions slowly drip off of him. "That is not funny Miss, now please be serious?"

Becky interrupted him with her calm, yet firm voice of reason "Call the DPA about this and they will tell you the same thing...she is not from here...here being earth at all what so ever."

That is when our escort tried to step forward from their spot watching us and as she took a few tentative steps to help, Becky waved her off. Because she knew how to handle this with ease.

"Humm lets see what the database says on you?" the agent said as he swiped my MCO card, then my DPA ID under a scanner and the holographic paper did it's job imputing the data sealed into the cards, then right into his workstation comp.

The agent read off the files from the DPA and what notes the MCO had on the tall blond teen standing before him. What he read told him that this girl...this beautiful girl was a most alien creature that now calls Earth her new home and works for the DPA processing their vast storage vaults!

"Well the files agree with you and that passes what I need?" he said with an emotional doubt that anyone could read off him and he passed a newly stamped passport back to the teen at his station, "Take this, it's good for a thirty day visa stay in Germany and thirty days of work within their nation...the rest is the same for Italy and you have to pass their and Germany's entry of course?" then he waved her off down the lines to the boarding gates.

When I was done and had all my papers back in hand, then stuffed them back into the zipping pouch that Becky gave me for them. The agent very quickly and somewhat angrily stamped her documents and passed her through the line over to me waiting only a few feet away.

Both of us were walking with our guards and DPA escort towards our gate when a messenger from DPA caught up with our small group, "They wanted me to be sure you were handed this file on what is awaiting you in Germany Miss Barron and have a safe trip!" the woman said, then stepped a few feet away to vanish in a teleport.

I hefted the large, thick file as I noted it was sealed in more than one layer plastic, the top had a note just under it's clear cover, 'Open and read only once your flight is off the ground...eyes only!' then that line was followed by the usual bureaucratic warnings/threats of jail time or death.

"Well you have homework to read on the jet my love and that should keep your mind off the flight some?" Becky said as she took the file from me and weighed in her hand, "And that is a whole lot of reading you got there!"

Our escort waved towards the gates and pointed the way, "We have to make the flight...don't want to miss it!"

She lead us to our gate and once I saw the jet, then now huge it was, this jet had two levels of windows on it's sides and then add the fact it had four engines! Not the normal two of the smaller jets I had rode in so far and all I could think about was...even more spinning machine things to go very wrong!

"Becky this thing has four engines...not good!" I warned her.

"Flying is safer than driving!" she boasted the mathematical facts of the odds of having an accident.

"Well...yes I agree with that? Especially the way you drive!" I said and the escort busted out a short giggle when she heard it.

"I am not that bad!" Becky chastised me and smacked my arm in anger with a closed fist.

"Bad, bad you say? Stop signs to you are mere suggestions to pause a millisecond or sometimes slow down from sonic boom to low flyby!"

"AARG I would choke you for that if it would do any good!" she warned me as our group entered the plane's walkway.

Our escort handed each of us a ticket as we came up to the jet's door, "Have a nice flight!" she grinned to us and then vanished back down the walkway.

The steward noted our tickets as we entered the jet and pointed to a staircase, "Your seats are up stairs and to the front of the airliner ladies."

Once we had climbed the stairs another steward took a glance at my ticket and then Becky's, then started to lead and wave us along forward in the aisle, "Both of your seats are up forward and who would like the window seat?"

"Ky you take it, I am napping all the way there."

"How long is the flight?" I had to question now that Becky seemed to be sending me feelings that she was going to get a full nights sleep on this trip!

"About eight hours." the Stewart said as he pointed out my large seat next to a window and Becky was shown one across the wide aisle from me.

I sat down in my large seat, one that was larger than the ones on the private jets we have used so far and this one had it's own capsule surrounding it. With TV, storage nooks, large foot rest far across from me and other items that I was quickly noticing.

My confused looks must have been noticed by the man helping me or I was sending out my emotions again! So I first mentally checked on just that as he asked me, "First time flying on this type of jet?"

"First time on a jet this big!" I said searching around me for my belt and where to stash my laptop bag for now.

"Well I am Bryan with a 'Y' and I will be one of the cabin hosts on your flight today with Lufthansa...Germany's airline. This is an Airbus 380-800 and is one of the largest passenger jets that fly, larger ones are in the planning stages but have not been built yet. What are you looking for?" Bryan asked nervously as he could not even help himself from staring at how beautiful this teen was!

"Ahh a seat belt and where__put my laptop bag___now...the others...heck if I know?" I said as I spun my head about searching for that belt or place for my bag and just dropping it on the foot stool was not a good idea.

"Well stand up please, I am sure you just sat on the belt ends or they fell off on the sides of the cushion again and this bag of yours we can place in the window bin for now?" he said as I stood up and he moved into my seating area and flipped open a long box just under the window and slid my pack into it with ease, then found my seat belt ends and pulled them out for me.

Bryan moved back into the aisle to make room for the blond teen and she innocently brushed up against him, that small touch sent a wave of euphoria through him...one that he wanted more of!

As I took my seat once more, then pulled at the belts to connect and make them tight as I was told to do many times on our previous flights. Becky drifted into my thoughts as she glared at me from across the aisle, ~"You are sending out emotion again Ky and this guy is filling up on it fast!....So stop right now and tone it down before he is drooling all over the carpets and bows to you in god like praise!"~

~"Damn it!"~ I inwardly cursed and pulled my mental shields back into place.

"Anything else I can do for you, or bring you?" Bryan drooled out like a puppy to the teen.

"Ahhh a coke and some snacks?" I had to ask, as that is what one did on planes?

After he left me alone once again, Becky tossed a pillow at me in anger, "Keep a lid on that emotion broadcasting and that glamour of yours...you know the one that makes people...especially men follow you around like...then do what ever you ask of them!" she barked at me.

"I try?" I shrugged back to her.

"TRY HARDER!" she warned, "We don't need to explain to anyone THE why or THE how of people acting funny around you...the MCO does not like hearing about that!"

"I___try?" I said shrugging once again and casting my gaze down in shame that it was so hard for me now to control what used to be a simple power, kids in my empire did better than I am doing right now I thought to myself.

"IT's...I WILL try...Kyley." Becky corrected me, "And you messed up we you talked with Bryan too... a seat belt and where__put my laptop bag___now... should be... a seat belt and where TO put my laptop bag FOR now?"

"Yes...I know, I felt that was a mistake as I said it?"

"Good girl, but you are getting better and you only mess up when you are frustrated or confused by this human world...that is what I noticed happens the most now?" she told me where or the what my faults lay at for now.

Unseen to us, the lead stewardess had been watching Bryan and his whole stumbling over himself going Ga-Ga over a blond teen girl in 1st class. As Bryan entered the slightly hidden galley area to fetch her something, Monica slid the curtain shut and turned to face him.

A audible slap rang out as she smacked him on the face, "Snap out of it, I know she is beautiful...but she is under age and has a person traveling with her, one I am sure will get you jailed if you make a pass at her!" she barked and growled up at the taller man.

"HEY!" he almost shouted back to his boss.

"Hey...what? Hey I want to be fired for being stupid or what Bryan? Because Saul is the one who pointed you and your act out to me!" she growled up at him once more and the other man in the galley nodded in agreement that is what he had done.

"Monica...sorry I will get what the girl wants this time and please have someone else serve her for the rest of the trip...there is something strange about her...she pulls at me?" Bryan tried to explain what he felt.

"Name?" Monica questioned.

"Kyley and the other one is Becky for sure?" he said doubting his own memory right now.

"Good, Saul will have her from here on and both of you switch rows for the rest of the flight?" she added and walked off to check on the rest of the cabin.

Bryan nodded, then pulled out two cans of coke from the cooler, added a glass full with ice and added a nice stack of snack bags to a plate to take out to the blonde. He cruised quickly down the aisle to her seat then leaned over to place the plate on her table, "Here ya go all set for now and from here on out Saul will be serving you...I have other duties to attend to?" he reluctantly informed the girl trying very hard not to look down at her large bustline, as he felt that small pull once again...far less of a pulling at his wanting to be close to her than before he noted mentally?

"Thanks!" I said eyeing the stack of snack bags and two cokes, plus the glass with ice.

I opened, then poured off part of one of the cans into the glass as the plane pulled away from the gate and as I felt a few bangs from the jet my hand reacted by tightening my seatbelt once more.

The jet made it's way to the strip for takeoff as I watched the wings change shape via all the flaps and slats dropping into place, 'that is one huge wing!' I mentally exclaimed as the engines spooled up to speed.

As the plane rushed down the runway, I could sense every bump and as it took off Becky pulled her blanket up, then fell asleep instantly...I hate it when she does that! When the planes wheels left the ground and I could feel the plane 'floating' in the air...that is when my hands gripped the chair's armrests even tighter.

Next stop Berlin...Germany

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~o~O~o~
Shadowsblade here.

This is my newest story in a joint venture with a group of fan fic authors, so far this group is made up of Nuuan, then Branek and finally myself. We all got together and after a jumpy start decided to make a group of stories that all take place within the Whateley fanfic universe. This one here is my second one and hopefully its a good one.

But remember all. I am not leaving Shadowsblade behind! I will start writing her soon!

To have an idea about the main protagonist this story's will develop
around here is a short introduction.

Angels Peril a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
Tormented by the past, Angel is struggling between light and dark.

Melvin a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
They say old soldiers never die, Melvin is about to learn that the hard
way.

The Way of the Dragon a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
Born for eternity but vulnerable like a child, dragons shouldn't leave
their nest.

Every Rose has it Thorns a Whateley Tale: Written by Nuaan
Watch what you say around rose, could give you more trouble than you ever
asked for.

Kelly a Whateley Tale: Written by Nuaan
Struggling with fate, Kelly has to deal with love and loss.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade
Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with deamons within and the
out.

Vantier a Whateley Tale :Written by Shadowsblade
Ancient and Powerful Vantier awakens in a foreign world, struggling to
find her place in it.

You might ask yourself what is the Whateley Universe? To make it short,
here is a abstract straight out off the wiki.

Whateley is a Prep School for different teens. VERY different ones. Where else could a kid go to a school that has a resident demon living in the furnace? Or meet magic users, mutants of every imaginable kind, get trained in how to handle some rather odd abilities, and worry about
flunking Freshman English? Come visit Whateley Academy, nestled in the
lovely hills of New Hampshire. Just down the road from a town named
Dunwich... (Mythos jokes purely intentional).
This is the Whateley Academy Universe, a shared universe with over a dozen authors and more than a hundred stories (and counting). The stories range in size from vignettes to novels. It's a Mutant High scenario with both a strong transgender theme and a slightly watered down Cthulhu Mythos theme.

It's also very much a work in progress.'
If you want further information you will find them on.

http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Whateley_Academy_Wiki

or

http://whateleyacademy.net/

But I have to thank, Both Branek and Nuuan for their vast input and the ability they both have to 'bounce' off ideas and improve them!

To all my readers who have e-mailed me and given support--THANKS!

Please feel free, to add a review to this story and others. As those kind words are 'cookies' that keeps that muse well fed on the 'sometimes' long breaks between stories!

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