And so it begins~!
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-December 24, 2007 A.D. 12:00 A.M.-
[The time is now.]
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[Snowfall... a heavy blizzard. Through this blizzard, the sky becomes an eerie dark red, visible through the clouds.]
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-Blue Air Force Base, Washington.-
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[The sound of a baby crying...]
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[Murmuring through the crying.]
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"A beautiful baby boy..."
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"May I... hold him?"
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"Oh, certainly. Congratulations, Mrs. Maximilius."
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[The doctor hands the mother her baby boy... She cradles him, smiling down at him... The baby stops crying, looking at his mother curiously.]
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"Heheh, would you look at that? He knows his mother."
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[The mother seems entranced by her baby's eyes. A cross-shaped glimmer appears in both of his eyes, but only for a split second.]
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"I have decided on a name... but I think I've changed my mind..."
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[Outside, a white aurora ripples through the sky like an endless pair of flowing ribbons.]
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[Minutes later, citizens are outside braving the cold to see this amazing sight... This continues for hours...]
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[Eventually, the sun begins to rise over the flat horizon. The cold is evident, though the snow has subsided. The dawn sky is pink with sunlight rays of scarlet beaming across its canvas.]
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-December 1, 2021 A.D. -
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-Autumnridge, Northern California.-
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Cruce: Mmgh... [Laying on his chest with one arm hanging over his bed, his face buried in his pillow.]
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(...Please...)
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Cruce: Hm...? [He places both hands on his pillow, pushing himself up, then turning around to sit in bed with his legs out.] ...Agh... [He brings a hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the light.]
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(...Please...)
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Cruce: ... [He looks around his room a tad nervously.] ...Someone there? [By now, his eyes are adjusting to the light.]
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Cruce: 'Guess not, huh?
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[His mom opens the door quietly, walking into the room. She is somewhat surprised to see Cruce awake.]
Cruce's Mom: Oh, you're awake?
Cruce: Nope. [Falls back into bed, covering himself with the blankets.]
Cruce's Mom: Honey, you don't want to be late for school.
Cruce: I have second thoughts about that... [He sits up again, smirking at his mom, who smiles back and leaves the room.] (Time to get ready, then... But... really, I could've sworn... Someone did say "please" a second ago...)
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[Cruce gets out of his bed, swinging his legs over the side. He stretches... before leaving his room to use the bathroom.]
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[Washing his face with warm water, Cruce lifts his head from the sink to look at his reflection in the mirror.]
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Cruce: ...December 1st. Winter break's coming up... And with that, the new year... [He shakes his head before turning around to dry his face with a towel.]
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[He leaves the bathroom, returning to his own room to change. He pulls his white, collared school uniform from the closet and throws it over his bed railing. Next, he grabs a black pair of uniform pants, doing the same with that.]
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Cruce: [Staring at a black jacket with his Catholic school's name and logo on it... He grabs the hanger.] Hmm... Gonna be frosty today...
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[Cruce takes his pajama top, which is just a loose T-shirt, off, shivering a little as he does so. He drops the shirt, grabbing the uniform and quickly throwing it over his head. He buttons it up quickly though clumsily.]
Cruce: Ah, darn thing! [At the same time, he steps back a bit, tripping over his shoes and falling on his rump.] Crap! Agh! ... [His shirt is buttoned.] Stupid... shoes... [He stands, dropping his pants and quickly grabbing the other pair.] Stupid cold... [He slides the other pair on... but forgets something...] ...Stupid pants... Stupid needing-a-belt... [Without complaining anymore, he searches for a belt. One is conveniently laying on the floor of the messy room near him. He reaches for it.] Good enough!
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[Completely dressed with the black jacket over his shirt, Cruce leaves with his backpack strapped over his shoulders, though unzipped. His mom is preparing his lunch in the kitchen, already on top of things.]
Cruce: Hey...
Cruce's Mom: Oh, that was fast. Did you even eat breakfast?
Cruce: (Oh, that reminds me... Well, good thing I put the jacket on.) Ah, Mom... I told you before... I gotta get to school early so that I can--
Cruce's Mom: So you can meet with your little group of friends, I know~. So what will it be today? Ham and cheese or peanut butter and jelly? [Holding two slices of bread.]
Cruce: ...P B and J... [Scratches the back of his head.] Please...
Cruce's Mom: Sure. Oh, did you brush your teeth?
Cruce: Ugh, yessss, I did all of that bathroom stuff...
Cruce's Mom: And you have all of your homework? 'Cause from what I see, it probably flew out of your backpack.
Cruce: Yes--wait, what? [Looks back, noticing his backpack is open.] ...Well, I rushed today... I have to get to school early...
Cruce's Mom: Okay. Fix your hair and zip up your backpack then we can get going.
Cruce: ...Meh... [He drops his backpack on the couch near him, zipping it up. He rushes back to the bathroom to wet his hair a bit before returning to the living room, fully prepared.]
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[A few minutes later and they are on the road...]
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[In the car...]
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Cruce: ...[Sitting in the front seat, he looks in the rear view mirror.] Hm...
Cruce's Mom: ...Cruce?
Cruce: ...Yeah?
Cruce's Mom: You're awfully quiet. Did you have a bad dream or something?
Cruce: Bad dream? Not necessarily, but I did have something kinda related to a dream.
Cruce's Mom: ...Honey, you've been having these dreams a lot...
Cruce: But this one wasn't a dream! It was just a voice. I think it said "please".
Cruce's Mom: Have you talked to your psychiatrist anymore about this?
Cruce: ...I... maybe.
Cruce's Mom: You really need to. It's not usual for someone to have the same dreams over and over like that... You know, you do have an appointment with her today.
Cruce: ...Ah, can I skip it today...? Please...?
Cruce's Mom: You asked to see her, now give it a chance! It will help you understand these dreams more.
Cruce: ...Fine, fine... [He notices that they are nearing his small private school. The car pulls into a small lot in front of a few stairs.]
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Cruce's Mom: Alright, have a good day. I'll be here to pick you up for your appointment.
Cruce: [He nods.] Yeah yeah... [Grabs his backpack and lunch box from the back seat before struggling out of the car with all of the stuff.] Okay, later Mom. [With his backpack around his back and his lunch box in one hand, he gives his mom a wave before heading up the stairs.]
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(C r u c e)
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-Saint Derek Campus.-

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[Cruce walks through the lower grade buildings' outer hall, reaching another flight of concrete stairs and ascending up these. He has arrived early, so not very many students are here yet. They generally arrive at a designated planter bench related to their grade and wait there until their teachers present themselves to the students. For Monday's, an assembly is held. The school is very small, only about 200 kids attending. Cruce's class, the 8th grade, has about 27 students; the largest class in the school. The 7th and 8th graders get their own planter, while the others must share with another grade. Being upperclassmen, the 8th grade planter is far from the lower grade buildings.]
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Cruce: [Looks around as he walks.] ... [He notices a few of his peers standing around at his bench. They are also wearing the school's black jackets.] (Looks like Bongo and Pat got the memo. That's good...)
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~Pat Vienna~
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~Billy "Bongo" Len~
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Pat: For the last time, Kevin, it's the Circle! Not the Black Jacket Brigade! And you're not a member!
Bongo: Members carry jackets. And wear them.
Kevin: [A rather short fellow, Chinese in origin.] But I am wearing a jacket. See? See it?
Bongo: You have to be a member of the group.
Kevin: You just said I had to have a jacket to be a member, but I have to be a member to be a member? [A lunch box flies by his face, nearly hitting both him and Bongo, though it misses. It lands on the planter with the others that are there. The three turn to see who threw it.]
Cruce: [Walking, holding his arm out.] Seems simple, doesn't it? [Smirks.]
Pat: Cruce! [Runs up to him.] You got here early!
Cruce: That I did, heh. [He sets his backpack down on the bench before sitting and leaning against it.] So. What's new?
Bongo: Kevin wants to join the Circle.
Cruce: [Repeats himself.] So. What's new?
Kevin: Heeeey!
Bongo: Heheheh. [Steals Kevin's lunch box and opens it.]
Kevin: Not again... Bongo! [He chases after him.]
Cruce: [Lays back with his hands behind his head and his leg over another.] ...So. What's new?
Pat: Well, if Bongo's going to be distracted... Cruce, remember us having plans for a get together at your place this afternoon? After school?
Cruce: Ah, a get together... Oh... Oh crap... [He sits up.] Uh, Pat, I... I have an appointment today after school...
Pat: Aww... So no get together, then?
Cruce: [Shakes his head.] Maybe not... You guys could still get together at your place or something. Maybe Bongo'd arrange it. He's good with that stuff.
Pat: ...It wouldn't be the same without you, though... ...Anyway, I should be more concerned with the appointment, I suppose.
Cruce: [Nods.] Yeah, the appointment's about those weird dreams I had.
Pat: You still have them?
Cruce: Yeah... Why? I'm not sure. I guess that's the whole point of the psychiatrist.
[Almost suddenly, two students with black jackets enter the scene side by side.]
Pat: Oh! [Waves to the two.] Hey guys!
Cruce: Nic. Ivan. Glad you two could make it. [Smiles at the two.]
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~Nic Wright~
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~Ivan Winston~
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Ivan: [Sets his things down near Nic's.] So, Cruce! What about this us-coming-over-thing?
Nic: Yeah. Is it right after school, or...? [Puts his hands in his jacket pockets.]
Cruce: Ahh... [Scratches the back of his head.] 'Ey, listen guys... I think I'm gonna have to cancel that thing.
Bongo: [He overhears this as he passes by. Kevin pulls his lunch box from Bongo's hands, though Bongo doesn't give attention to it anymore. He turns to Cruce.] What what what?
Ivan: Aww, serious?
Cruce: Well yeah... I've got a psychiatrist appointment... about those weird dream things... I guess it's still good we're all here early so we can get updates on the info, right?
Bongo: Godblamn! I wanted to play on V...
Cruce: Well, V's not the whole point of our meetings, man. You should know, right? Mister Busy? Mister Active Circle Member?
Bongo: We should all meet on V.
Nic: Or you should get it.
Ivan: Or I should get it...
Cruce: Don't worry, Ive. I'll help you buy it. I could lend you money...
Ivan: No, no. Keep your money! [Chuckles, shaking his head.] I'll buy it on my own.
Bongo: Wh-what about me?!
Cruce: You heard Ive. He wants me to keep my money.
Bongo: Well... Whatever! [Sticks his tongue out at them.]
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[More students begin to arrive for all of the grades. Some of the non-Circle 8th graders arrive. They continuously make remarks about the "Black Jacket Brigade." They don't think negatively of it, at least anymore, because one of their own is a member, after all. It just so happens that he arrives with all of the "cool kids".]
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Cruce: Hm? [Turns to the direction of the oncoming crowds of kids.] Oh. Al's comin'.
Nic: Mudkip?
Cruce: ...Pretty witty.
Ivan: I still don't understand that joke.
Cruce: It has to do with Al being--
Al: What about me now?
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~Al Sanders~
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Nic: Cruce called you a Pokémon.
Al: [Raises a brow at Cruce.] Does this have to do with those visions?
Cruce: ...[Blinks.] Surprisingly, I have news about that. Y'know that get together at my place?
Al: Yeah? Canceled, huh?
Cruce: Bingo. Psychiatrist appointment right after school.
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Bongo: So Pat. Where's your friend?
Pat: ...Right over there. [Points at Cruce. Then Nic. Then Ivan. Then Al.] ...And here. [Points at Bongo.]
Bongo: No, I mean your girlfriend.
Pat: Girlfriend?! BONGO! [Punches him in the gut, though lightly.]
Bongo: Pfft! Ahh, Zazoo!! [Holds his chest] Really, where is she?
Pat: I don't know! Not here yet?
Kevin: That new girl? Isn't that her over there? [Points ahead.]
Bongo: WHO SAID YOU COULD TALK?! [Throws a stick at Kevin.]
Kevin: [Covers his face.] Ow! Grr! [Throws a pencil at Bongo.]
[The two throw a bunch of pencils at each other, while Pat stands in the middle of all the arching projectiles.]
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Pat: [Sneaks out from underneath. She goes up to where the girls usually stand to greet her friend.] Hi Emelina.
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~Emelina Greene~
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[Emelina is not wearing a black jacket. Instead, she is wearing the gray school sweater.]
Emelina: Aw, hi Pat. How're you today?
Pat: I'm okay, you?
Emelina: [Smiles.] I'm alright. A little chilly. So! What're you planning to do today with your group?
Pat: We were going to go to Cruce's house for a gathering, but it got canceled.
Emelina: Aww, so you're not doing anything today?
Pat: I guess not.
Emelina: Why don't you come over to my place and hang out for a bit?
Pat: Sure. I wasn't doing anything today anyway.
Emelina: Heheh, are you being sarcastic?
Pat: Nope! I didn't have anything to do, because of... well, the Circle...
Emelina: Oh, yeah... Hm... Pat, you're lucky to have a group of friends like that... I wish I'd come here sooner.
Pat: For your first year here, you're really used to things already. It took Billy awhile to get the hang of things.
Emelina: Billy? Oh, Bongo! The one with the crush on me.
Pat: Heh, yeah. Him...
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Cruce: And so that's what's going down today...
Nic: Sounds fun.
Cruce: Ohmygosh, you have no idea! ...Sarcasm. [Crosses his arms and lays back.]
Ivan: Are you gonna have a gathering this week then?
Cruce: [Rubs his face with both hands.] Ugh, I dunno... I really can't plan well around school. Maybe we should just do it over winter break... 'at's coming up soon.
Ivan: Yeah. Maybe it could be a sleepover.
Nic: Yes. Sleepover. Do it. [Grabs Cruce's shoulders, pulling him up and shaking him lightly.] Make it happen.
Cruce: Ahhh, Nic! [His voice his wobbly with the shaking.] I can't make miracles happen!
Nic: [Lets him go.] Must have human interaction...
Ivan: You've got me!
Nic: Must have more...
Ivan: I'm not enough for you...?
Nic: [Stares at Ivan.] ...
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[Since it is not Monday, the teachers greet the students and lead them back into the classrooms... The day begins about as normally as any other day would.]
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[Cruce daydreams about his visions from the past... about this morning. He thinks back to V, the Virtual World System, created about 50 years ago. It was one of the many revolutions of technology, still nothing compared to the wormhole technology currently being developed. A thought crosses his mind while in Religious Studies.]
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(...What if life were more like V...? What if... exciting stuff just happened? If you could... Hm... Nah, then it would be all chaotic and there would be mayhem! And blah blah! Blah blah blah! Blah... blah blah... I wish life was just a little more exciting... more progressive...)
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[Before he knows it, the day is almost over. The group of friends sits at their grade's planter during lunch.]
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Pat: Emelina...?
Emelina: [Sitting on the bench alone. She sighs.] ...Hey Pat... I was just thinking...
Pat: Oh... about your old school...?
Emelina: Mhmm. [Nods.] About... my old friends, I guess... It's stupid how, just because we moved, I have to leave all of my friends... my group... They saw me as the leader of that group too!
Pat: ...Sorry... I... I'll try to be a good friend for you, I will... I dunno if I'm doing much... But...
Emelina: [She looks up at Pat.] ... [Suddenly stands and hugs Pat.] You've already done enough for me.
Bongo: ...[Peeks up out of nowhere.] ...LESBIAN LOVE!!
Pat & Emelina: Ahh!! Bongo!! [They both slap an arm of his.]
Bongo: Ahhh! It stings!!
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Cruce: [Standing with his hands on his hips, watching Bongo.] ... [Sighs, shaking his head.]
Nic: I dunno... That doesn't look like Lesbian love.
Ivan: [Standing next to Nic with his arms crossed.] Yeah, it's not. It's just desperate hugging. I've been there.
Nic: [Looks at Ivan.] ...What now?
Cruce: Desperate hugging?
Ivan: It's like this. [Pulls Cruce against him and hugs.]
Cruce: [Blinks, shrinking his shoulders closer to himself.] Whaa! ...Oh well, excuse me! [Grins.]
Nic: [Places a hand on each of their shoulders, prying them apart.] Boys? Enough of that.
Ivan: Right.
Cruce: Sure.
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Cruce: But really, that Emelina girl... I feel kinda bad... Here she is at this strict Catholic school just because she moved and her parents freaked out about sending her anywhere else...
Ivan: No offense to Pat or anything, but I think Emelina needs more friends.
Nic: Ever thought about talking to her about the Circle?
Cruce: Eh... I'm sure Zazoo has. I'd invite her, but... Kevin would never let me hear the end of it... "OH MY GOSH, YOU INVITED HER, BUT NOT ME?! YOU'VE KNOWN ME LONG--" Give me a break...
Nic: Oooh... Ouch. That's true...
Ivan: I dunno... I think I'd rather have Kevin bug me with that over feeling guilty about Emelina.
Cruce: And I do feel a little guilty... I'll consider it, I mean she's a nice girl. And she has Pat... By the way... [Looks around.] Where the heck is Al?
Nic: Over there playing football. [He points out to the parking lot, which is completely devoid of cars.]
Cruce: [Peers forward.] ...Jeez... He's always playing football with them... I wish he'd hang out with us for once...
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[Lunch ends. They return to class after regrouping at the planter...]
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Cruce: [While the teacher is speaking, he lets his mind wander off with his head in one palm.] (Hmm... Today's been pretty casual... Makes me really wanna get on V. I'll probably play some Gathering Forces today... Fun game... I wish life were more like that. Like Gathering Forces... One world that didn't know its own universe suddenly gets a whole bunch of aliens... they all team up to defend the planet against the evil that--) [His thoughts are interrupted as the teacher calls on him for something, a look of impatience in her eyes. Words have stopped typing themselves on a digital board behind her. This future counterpart of a chalk board is not the only high-tech device. A robotic teacher's assistant also tends to the classroom, capable of interaction with humans.] Oh...? Wha...?
8th Grade Teacher: Just as I thought. Pay attention, Cruce. Let this be a warning to you.
[Cruce receives a few looks. He simply shrugs it off.]
Cruce: Will do. [He nods, sitting up and paying partial attention.] (...Hm... I wish I didn't have a psychiatrist appointment...)
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[Before they know it, school ends. They say The Apostles' Creed prayer, and are dismissed.]
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[Outside, Cruce meets with Al.]
Al: Hey Cruce. What's up?
Cruce: Hey, man. Listen, sorry about not being able to have that get together.
Al: It's fine. Hey, you doing anything tomorrow?
Cruce: Nah, but tomorrow's Friday, huh?
Al: Yeah. Wanna spend the night?
Cruce: Sure, why not? Yeah, that sounds good. I'll let mom know.
Al: Me too. Alright, see you tomorrow. [He waves, taking off in the direction of his mom's car with a fast-paced walk.]
Cruce: Yep. [Raises a hand to wave.] Hm... [He looks around for any of the other Circle members.] ...(Well, you guys left awfully fast...) ... ('Guess I should hurry too. Mom's probably waiting.) {Without anymore hesitation, Cruce begins through the parking lot and around the Church, heading up to the streets. There, his mom waits.]
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[In the car, on the freeway.]
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Cruce's Mom: So, Honey. How was school?
Cruce: Boring.
Cruce's Mom: Do you have a lot of homework?
Cruce: ...I guess... Not much.
Cruce's Mom: ...Make sure you get it done. I got your progress report in a week ago an--
Cruce: [Curt.] And it sucks, I know.
Cruce's Mom: Well. Someone's grumpy today. Did anything happen at school?
Cruce: I told you, nothing happened! ...Well, that's just it. Nothing happened. It was boring... [He sinks back in the chair.] At least tomorrow's Friday...
Cruce's Mom: There you go, see? Think of it that way.
Cruce: ...Hm, hey. That reminds me. Can I go over Al's to spend the night?
Cruce's Mom: Tonight? Or on Friday?
Cruce: Gee, Iunno. What actually works? [Smirks, shaking his head.]
Cruce's Mom: Yes, you can go over Friday to Saturday. I'll talk to Al's mom.
Cruce: Thanks... since, you know... The whole Circle gathering got canceled today.
Cruce's Mom: Well, you need to see your psychiatrist. It's important. You can hang out with your friends every day.
Cruce: For... A grand total of like twenty minutes. I just wish I could be with all of them...
Cruce's Mom: Don't you get to be with them on V?
Cruce: Not all of them. Like half of them don't even have V... I just wish we could all go on some super awesome journey together in V. Better yet, maybe if life was a bit more exciting...
Cruce's Mom: Honey... Life doesn't have to be exciting...
Cruce: Then how can it be called life?
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Cruce: The closer you are to death, the more you feel alive... The more you're living life.
Cruce's Mom: ...Where did you hear that...?
Cruce: I thought of it. I'm sure it's been said, though.
Cruce's Mom: ...Yeah, today is a good day to see your doctor.
Cruce: [Rolls his eyes...]
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[They arrive at the building.]
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[Inside, Cruce is laying on a reclined chair with his arms at his sides. He is staring at the ceiling fan. A tall woman wearing business-like attire sits with her legs crossed in a desk chair nearby. She holds a clipboard in her lap. Her hair is dark brown, styled in a short ponytail. She possesses a rather intelligent presence.]
Mrs. Studer: Are you feeling okay today, Cruce? [She tilts her head, concerned.]
Cruce: [Blinks.] ...Y-yeah... Mrs. Studer, I...
Mrs. Studer: You're afraid.
Cruce: ...Y...Yeah... [He sighs with his affirmation.]
Mrs. Studer: Don't worry. I have seen this many times before. You'll be fine... Now, these visions happen because of different reasons... When did you start experiencing dreams or visions like the ones you do now?
Cruce: ...Hm, I'd have to say back when I was about... Maybe as young as three... that's when I started noticing them, at least.
Mrs. Studer: All your life, then?
Cruce: [Nods.] All my life...
Mrs. Studer: Have you moved a lot?
Cruce: I was born in Oklahoma, then we moved here... That's once... I think we moved around in San Diego about five or six times.
Mrs. Studer: [She nods.] Yes. And have you ever seen physical manifestations of your visions while you were alone?
Cruce: Um... Manifestations?
Mrs. Studer: Hmhm, have you seen anything spiritual appear?
Cruce: In my dreams, yes. It's almost like... Some really tall man wearing all these odd clothes... And next to him is a girl. Both of them are huge compared to me... The girl, also, is wearing weird clothes.
Mrs. Studer: And in real life? Have you seen them appear to you in real life?
Cruce: N-no... Just in my dreams... But I have seen stuff appear in real life. I don't think anyone else sees them though. They're kind of scary...
Mrs. Studer: Oh... What do they look like?
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Cruce: ...[Suddenly, he sits up.] ... ...Um... Mrs. Studer...?
Mrs. Studer: Are you uncomfortable talking about this, Cruce?
Cruce: ...Yeah... A little... Sorry.
Mrs. Studer: Oh, no. Don't be sorry. It's perfectly fine. From what you told me, I think those two figures are parental to you. They were so tall because you were only a baby back then. It is a memory that has been drilled into your mind, so it remains with you... As for your other visions... and possibly even these figures, you have been given a gift, Cruce.
Cruce: ...A... a gift? Like... Psychic?
Mrs. Studer: Hmhm, that's what they used to call them. But in essence, yes; a psychic. These surreal visions are calling out to you because they see you as a savior. Do you know where they come from? It is the Spirit World... The spirits are blind to many things, but they can see you... because you are a "psychic", and they confuse this for the savior.
Cruce: ...Oh... Really? ...I'm no savior... I'm no hero, I'm just a kid...
Mrs. Studer: Of course. Don't worry, it's nothing to become fearful over. You are just a child, so you deserve to live like every other child has.
Cruce: ...I deserve to live life like everyone else...?
Mrs. Studer: Certainly.
Cruce: ...I don't... want to live like everyone else...
Mrs. Studer: ...Mm? Why not, Cruce?
Cruce: It's not... life...
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[Silence...]
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[Suddenly, an alarm on a small digital clock nearby goes off. Mrs. Studer reacts immediately, clapping her hands to turn it off.]
Mrs. Studer: ...Cruce... Don't think you're not living just because you're not experience everything there is to see... It's good to dream, but don't dream too much. It will keep you from acting. [She sets her clipboard on the desk nearby as Cruce stands.]
Cruce: (Don't dream too much...? There's a limit to how many dreams I may... dream...?) ...Okay... Um... I guess I should get going.
Mrs. Studer: [She nods.] It was nice seeing you again. I hope what we talked about helps you.
Cruce: It will. Thanks, and see you soon. [He smiles with a short wave, leaving the room.]
Mrs. Studer: [She waves back smiling.] You too. ...[As the door shuts, she turns to her clipboard. She speaks quietly.] ...I don't... want to see you again, Cruce... The more I lie to you, the more it eats me up inside... I'm sorry...
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[Now, back home, Cruce lays on his bed with a piece of paper on a red folder near a rather large textbook.]
Cruce: ...[Flicking his pencil against his cheek.] ... This is... boring... [He turns his head, spotting a black helmet on the floor. It has numerous small gadgets attached to it, and seems to be synced to a large screen attached to the wall in his room.]
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Cruce: ...[He smirks.] Bet they're wondering where I am right now... ...Hey mom! I'm done with my homework! I'm gonna be on V!
Cruce's Mom: [From the kitchen.] Alright! Dinner will be ready in about an hour and a half!
Cruce: Heheh. [He sits up, closing his textbook and tucking away his paper in the folder. He then walks to his door and closes it.] Time for V. [Turns around, facing the helmet.] If I can't hang out with the Circle at school, then online it is.
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--E n d i n g--
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So there's your part 1. Not too actiony, unlike a lot of my stuff. I've decided to start out kinda slow and give you some back story, unlike Ethereal Cross Comic Series... That was bullcrap, now that I think about it. It just threw everything in your face, even more so than this is doing! So I'll try to fix being fast... BUT IT'S REALLY TOUGH, so bear with me~
See you folks on episode 1. =3