Dam I hate that her…
I could see Celia watching me from the 3 floor window, that smirk on her face. I was finally leaving Bloodvine Manor, and as I slid into the limousine that would take me to the Hillshire School for boys, I was happy to leave.
I looked up one last time, to remind me of what was required. Dam, I hate her…
Though the look on her face when i returned would be truly priceless.
Because I was born a man, I was unable to sing the green song. Something that the women of my family so greedily cherished. My father was happy simply being rich, he didn’t care about the rest, the powers, the respect. He could do whatever he wanted, all he had to do was keep the finances in order like the Lady told him to and we was free to do as he wish. That may be enough for him, but not for me.
Though I understood the power of money, it was only a resource, I wanted true power. Something I could only get with work and patience. Though I have to admit, I didn’t think it was going to take me 3 years… and all the pain…
Hillshire was in the south-western corner of Maine. It was an alright school I guess, but of course strict, otherwise The Lady would never have sent me there. I knew that I had some money but not enough to complete the task. Amost immediately I bought a couple of contacts among the janitorial staff. From there it was easy to make money off of bringing in all sorts of food, drink, and the occasion knife, heh… or gameboy. It is amazing how much money rich kids will pay for something they “want”. Once I even got a kid out… I’m not exactly sure why he was so adamant about the whole thing, but it worked well for me. The whore was cheap compared to what I charged him to leave school grounds.
It was so boring living at this new school. The business practically ran itself after only a week or two and I was doing fine in the rudimentary classes that I attended so studying was unnecessary. I mostly thought about the look on Celia’s face when she would see me next, Jesus… I cant wait.
After only about a month I had worked up enough capital to feel comfortable moving somewhere more strict, but also more useful. I had heard about an institute in North Carolina that worked with the superhumans, and more specifically, the occult origins of some of their powers. I was hoping that within this institute was the answering to the question was now looking for.
I found it amusing how easy it was to plant a seed The Ladies head. I simply had Hillshire send her information about this ruggedly strict and very harshly regimented school in North Carolina, it was called Samsonov’s Academy To me it sounded like a prison where you have to study all day, but I knew that to her it would sound like a great place for a young man. The school wasn’t actually connected to the Institute but I found out that it was politically affiliated and had some course as well as social ties. I was confident that once there I could get into the institute for long enough to find the next step.
After convincing the Lady to send me to Samsonov’s, it was easy to get there ahead of schedule. I didn’t want to have to wait until end of term in this hell hole, so, I bribed one of the teachers and then reported it anonymously. I was out inside of 3 days… so was that dimwitted teacher.
Power is better taken
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