Chapter one: Entrance Exam results

Name: Mann Kingsman

Strength: 1

Speed: 1

Height: 6'2

Age: 21

Ethnicity: Irish

Intelligence: 1

Thank you for joining our God Academy. We welcome you a nice stay and a good future where you can meet new friends and upgrade your power ability. You will be selected and classed with people of your strength. According to how dangerous your power is, you'll need to be marked with a sign so other powered people all around just like you will know how strong you are and where you belong. Have a wonderful time here. Thank you, Mann Kingsman.

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That's what my letter read when I first got here.

Today was the day I'd start. I was classified as a dangerous level. 1-10 yet 1 was the most dangerous.

My first day here. Took a plane from New York, United States, to London, United Kingdom. I could barely take my eyes off of the paper I was reading. My luggage sits next to me as I wait for the taxi to arrive.

My name is Mann Kingsman. Pretty tall, scrawny with a bit of muscle. My hair is blonde and orange while my skin was pale. My eyes were green as my teeth were perfect and white.

I didn't know what to expect from this "Academy"

My mom and sister said it's good for me. I didn't want to believe it. I've heard a lot about this giant school of powered children. the humans call us "The Mutants"

I lean back as the cold touches my bare skin. But that barely had any effect on me. For some reason I was immune. So strong. I could be lit up in flames yet not break a sweat. When my mother saw I was ranked Class 1 when the test results came, she was shocked. Wanted me out of the house as soon as possible yet had such a sad look in her eyes. I look up.

The tax comes down the road as people walking along the sidewalk block my view. Large red busses ride down the road while the buildings lit up in such beautiful lights.

"Mann Kingsman?" The guy driving rolled down his windows and asked.

I stand and nod my head before shoving the paper in my hoodie pocket. I had such a thin hoodie on. My jeans were ripped and skinny. Vans were clean and shiny as my hair was blowing in the wind.

He comes out of the taxi and opens his trunk.

"Richard. That's my name for ya. Where would we be headed to for you today?" Richard asked. I awkwardly look at his weird shaped body. A beer belly and skinny legs. His eyes were small and ears big. He smelt like a grandma's house as he wore a thick beard that went down to his chest and a trench coat that made him sweat just a little.

"London Train Station, please." I put the luggage in the trunk just as he closes it.

Richard wobbled his way back to the front seat and I slid into the back.

"been driving for a while, haven't you?" I ask. Richard looks at me through the mirror. the taxi was so smooth.

"For 14 years. Driving is one of my favorite things to do. Are you headed to some sort of college?" Richard asked. I swallow at the thought of telling him about my actions on going to God Academy. I don't know how'd he'd take it.

I hate lying to people. Made me feel guilty.

"God... go... God.." I didn't get to finish.

"God Academy?" Richard looks at me once again.

There was a long pause as we both sat in silence. "Yeah. Mom sent me here." I finally say. Richard sighs and turns the corner as we end up on the highway.

"My daughter is in God Academy," he says.

I look up with a bit of relief. My heart stops pounding as I look out of the window and at the trees. I watch as cars either drive faster than us or a bit slower.

"What rank?" I ask.

He looked at me once again and said nothing. He swallows before coughing and focusing on the road.

"Maybe I'm asking too much-"

"She was a rank 8. How stupid. Us humans are very dumb and selfish. Can't get along with other such beings. What about you, my boy? I suppose you're a rank 7," he suggested. I squeeze my paper in my hoodie and lean back.

"I'm a rank 1." I look at him as he went wide-eyed at me in the mirror. The car jerks a little bit as Richard quickly turned the wheel to the left, dodging the car in front of us.

that gave me quite a scare.

"1? there is only one other that has ever made it to a rank 1. They said she's dangerous. Kept in her dorm due to her having such anger issues. I supposed you'll be just like her," Richard says. No way.

There were others like me. As strong as me? I nearly smile for a moment. Knowing I wasn't the only one.

We pull off of the high way at Long Train Station. So beautiful.

People walk around with luggage. Kids chase after their parents as steam rolls off into the air. Richard parks the car as the grey clouds make everything a little dimmer.

I step out of the taxi and was greeted with such noise. The engines of these trains were so loud. I didn't know which train to get on.

Richard closes the trunk and turns to me.

"There should be a bus near the back. You'll get on that bus and it'll take you to the God Academy. They'll ask for your name and G.A number," Richard informs.

"Thank you, sir!" I say. I walk backward waving my hand at him as Richard holds up on finger.

"If you see my daughter, tell her I miss her! Her name is Natalie! Can't miss her red hair!" Richard says. His voice gets fainter as I walk backward. He soon vanished in the crowd of people and smoke all around me.

My G.A (God Academy) number. I remember it. It's 818.

I look around for any sign of a bus Richard was talking about. I hold my paper in my hand as I scan the general area.

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Takes me a minute. I get on a bus. A man with such a nice suit on greets me. Hands cover din white gloves as he smiles with a pair of shades on his face,

"818, Mann Kingsman," I say.

"I've been waiting for your arrival. The last of us, aren't you?" He puts his hand on the back of my arm and guides me to the bus.

through the window, I could see the other students having conversations. We stop in front of the bus as he takes my paper out of my hand and reads what my profile has to say.

A lady next to him stands there with a sticker in her hand, ready to mark me for whatever class I was supposed to be in.

"He's a rank 1. Do we have rank 1 stickers?" The man asked.

The lady looks me up and down and shakes her head. We've only had one rank 1 person in the last 24 years. He couldn't possibly be one. Maybe the test results were wrong. Let me see the papers." The man hands them to her as she looks them up and down. Rereading every word as if I weren't good enough to be a rank 1.

"He is. You'll sit upstairs on the bus along with the rank 2." She opens the doors for me and I walk on to a beautiful smell of cake and ice cream.

They both take my luggage and head towards the side of the bus.

I look around. The seats were red leather. People dressed nicely and in between each seat was a round table that hands flowers and a red cloth that covered the wood.

Like living in first class.

towards the back was a flight of stairs that led to the second floor of this bus. I walk up there and climb the metal stairs that were only held up by thin wiring.

There was little to no noise. The students sat and read books or had a conversations as quiet as ever. I was being eyed down as I make my way past these booths. People were guessing me as if they knew I wasn't the same rank as they were. I never got a sticker so that made me a bit suspicious.

"Where's your sticker?" I was stopped.

I turn my head to see a boy looking at me. This buff boy with a black leather jacket on. Earrings all up in his wards and black makeup on.

"Rock n roll?" I ask.

He gave me a nasty look.

"Lost?" He asked.

I shake my head and nodded. "Then why don't you have a sticker? Sneaking onto the top floor? Need me to call security?" He asked. I put my hands up and shake my head humbly.

"No! No! No! They ran out of rank 1 stickers so they just told me to sit with the rank 2's." I look him up in the eyes.

"Quit the cap," he says.

American he was. Used those American words. Slang. It was nice to act cool with but wasn't what I was expecting. "I'm not lying," I reply. He nods his head giving me a sign that he didn't believe a word I was saying.