A New Home: Chapter 2.13 (Mitch)

Mitch left the living room and grabbed his bags making his way up the stairs to his new room. The dorms looked pretty much like Credence described them, not changing much in the last 4 years.

On one of the bedroom doors was a little paper sign with the names, Deryn and Mitch. He opened the door. Someone had left a cat carrier on one of the beds and a calico kitten roamed about it. Mitch dropped his bag and came closer, “Heyyy buddy, you belong to my roommate?” he held out a hand for the kitten to smell but after a brief whiff, it went back inside the carrier to hide.

“Awww little buddy you don’t wanna hang out?” Mitch looked sadly at Hermes’ carrier. 

The door opened behind him and someone called, “Hey roomie!”

“Hey!” Mitch stood up from his crouch and turned back towards the door, immediately seeing two people. A normal-looking slender, feminine teen with golden-brown hair tied up in a bun and a strange-looking bird person, “oh uh,” he pointed at Deryn, making a quick guess based on the voice, “you’re the one who called me roomie right? Cause I don’t think I had two roommates listed.”

The bird person’s wings stretched out slightly and he bounced on his heels, “I just came to say hi to Deryn’s kitty.”

“This is Onez,” Deryn said, they came forward and looked at Hermes hiding in his carrier, “Oh you okay boy?” They asked, coming closer. The cat looked agitated for a second and then relaxed. 

Mitch rubbed the back of his head and laughed a tiny bit, “Sorry I probably smell like a big dog, got a Doberman at home.” He already missed Diablo a bit but since he wasn’t a service dog he couldn’t bring him. Besides that, he was technically Credence’s dog, not that they ever made a distinction about what belonged to who.

Deryn scratched the cat and brought him out to show Onez, “This is Hermes, he’s a kitten a female stray at the local shelter I volunteer at gave birth to,”

Onez came up and scratches Hermes gently on the head with his bird claw hand

“He’s a cute little guy,” Mitch says, knowing he’d be living with the kitten he gave him and Onez some space to pet him and instead started unpacking his things. Was it too early to text Credence? Was he being a little clingy to feel so desperate to talk to him when it’s only been a few hours?

“I’m Deryn,” Mitch’s new roommate extended a hand.

“Mitch,” he paused his unpacking to shake their hand with a friendly, slightly crooked smile. 

Deryn smiled, “Alright, we should give Hermes some space.”

“Awww,” Onez whined, disappointed.

Deryn patted his shoulder, “You’ll get to see him another day, right now he’s overwhelmed and only keeping still because I’m influencing him.”

“Mmmmmm okay, see you tomorrow Hermes!” Onez gave Hermes another little head scratch and started to leave, he waved at Mitch, “Bye Mitch! If you wanna text your boyfriend you should just do it. I’m sure he won’t think you’re being too clingy!” He said with sincerity before leaving the room, “bye Deryn!”

Deryn facepalmed, “Forgive Onez, he’s not exactly on the upside of telepathic etiquette.”

Mitch mentally ran back through every thought he had since Onez stepped in. How deep did the kid probe? He didn’t seem to think there was anything off about Mitch but he could have learned something he shouldn’t have about Credence. Mitch would have to avoid him in the future. Taking a deep breath, Mitch forced himself to compartmentalize and get back to normal.

“Sorry, I’ll have a talk with him about privacy tomorrow,” Deryn added.

Mitch chuckled, shaking his head. He shouldn’t act too put off about it, “so what about you? What can you do?”

“I’m an Empath,” Deryn said, “Mind if I get comfortable?”

So also psychic? But they wouldn’t be able to get too much from just emotions… Hopefully, can’t exactly avoid his roommate. Mitch shrugged, “go ahead.”

Deryn sat down, removing their shoes, then they reached into their sweater and removed their bra. “I’m a little surprised I’m rooming with a boy, but then again I did write no preference on my application form.” 

“Same” he laughed.

“Pronouns are they/them,” Deryn informed him and laid down half on their bed with legs dangling off the edge, feet still on the floor.

“He/him” Mitch replied, he finished getting a good chunk of his stuff away and sat down, pulling his phone out to text Credence, agonizing over how to tell him he missed him already and not get an eye-rolling emoji back. 

“Where are you from?” Deryn asked, drawing his attention back to them. 

“Grew up in Arizona, moved to the New York area when I was like 8 though.” 

“Do you like it?” Deryn asked, sitting up to undo their hair, letting it fall down.

“Arizona or New York? Either place is fine I guess. I don’t remember much of my friends from Arizona or anything, just how hot it always was and how close Abuela lived, how easy it was to go to her house every evening and just watch her cook.”

Deryn smiled nostalgically, “Sounds nice, and New York, how is the big city?”

“Nice, met a lot of other cape kids, and my boyfriend, here in New York and it’s definitely my hometown now.”

“You’re a cape kid?”

“Yeah…”

“Cool, my parents are mutants but they aren’t capes or anything,” Deryn said, “Now what was that about a boyfriend?” they asked with a teasing note, “Does he have a name?”

“Yeah, Credence.” Mitch showed them his home screen photo. The ‘best’ photo he had of him; in which Credence was barely visible, wearing a hoodie and his long black hair obscuring most of his face as he hugged Diablo. 

Deryn gave it a look, arching a brow. “Camera shy?” they asked.

“Yeah, he hates having his picture taken, absolutely refuses to believe he’s handsome.”

“Awww,” Deryn smirked softly, “I’m glad you found someone you love.”

“Thanks! Do you have anyone?”

Deryn paused, looking uncomfortable, “Not… anymore…”

“Ahh sorry, I’ve stepped in it,” Mitch said sheepishly. 

“No, no, it’s a fair question,” Deryn said, “I… I messed up, and it’s still fresh.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Thanks,” Deryn smiled sadly, “Ugh, you get back to gushing about your boyfriend so I can feel that contact-high empath feels,” they teased. 

Mitch laughed, he dropped down on his bed and started typing out his “I love you”s and “I miss you”s giving up on playing it cool while he answered Deryn. “He’s super cute but refuses to listen to me. Believe it or not, that is the most complete pic I have of him. Most of them He’s running away so it’s all blurry.”

“That’s the feeling,” Deryn said, lying down and smiling. “Oh, silly boy.”

“He only sat still for that one cause I said I wanted one of Diablo so he had to hold him still and I would for sure crop him out.”

“You sneaky bastard,” Deryn said, “Smart.” 

“He’s hard to trick. I was proud of myself for that one… now if only I could get his face.”

“You ever tried stealing his school photo album? Or was he too cool to sit in for a class picture?”

“He doesn’t keep any of that old nostalgia stuff around.” He threw it all out after the Tzari war.

“Damn,” Deryn stretches, Hermes has calmed down and started exploring a little.

Hermes had come out of his carrier but was intimidated at the height of the bed. “We’ll need to make you a ramp in the morning,” Deryn said, petting him.

“He looks young, how old is he?”

“About twenty weeks.”

“Just a little baby huh.”

“Yeah,” Deryn opened a bag and retrieved clothes and bathing products, “I should hit the shower.”

Mitch saluted, “I will guard your cat with my life in the meantime.”

“I’m sure you will,” Deryn smirked and went out with a wave, “Bye.”

Mitch focused back on his message to Credence. Once Deryn was gone he started typing out his actual report about what he had seen, learned, and who he had met so far, including, of course, the strange alien from some unknown planet. He received a quick reply of an eye roll emoji, an ‘understood’, and after a long time of watching a … pulse, he got an ‘I miss you too’.

A New Home: Chapter 2.11 (Luciana)

Class 4 Living Room Chaos

Lucy came into the house, Mr. Kibbles was bouncing with excitement. “House!” He rushed on ahead, sniffing everything and everyone, Lucy following and apologizing. When he came into the living room there was a tall gray furry paramorph figure standing there inspecting books from a shelf.

Mr. K went to sniff them, “What’s that?” He signed to Lucy.

“I don’t know,” Luciana answered vocally, “Hi?”

The strange-looking being cocked her head, “what don’t know?” She said with an unplaceable accent.

“Sorry, my dog wanted to know what you are, are you a mutant paramorph?” Luciana asked, “Sorry, don’t mean to be rude or anything.”

“Son’ma is Ver. Not srom Ears.” Son’ma stared at Mr. Kibble, looking confused, “Sat is dog?”

“He’s a special kind of dog.” Luciana asked. “What’s a Ver?”

“Not human. Srom Ver planet.”

“More aliens?” A tall tan Latino with a black leather collar around his neck walked in. He made a little bit of a face at Son’ma but it quickly went back to an easy, cocky smile. 

“What’s this about aliens?” A tall plant girl came in next, 

Luciana looks at her wide-eyed, “Woah, you’re like a salad.”

The Salad-girl gave her a look. 

“Salad?” Son’ma asks confused, “Is type os human? Or alien?”

“I’m a mutant,” Plant-girl said, “a paramorph.”

Son’ma nodded as if she understood.

Mr. K loudly breathed with excitement, coming to greet everyone in turn. 

“What’s with your dog?” The Latino boy asked Lucy.

“I mutantized him,” Luciana shrugs, “Oh, does anyone want cupcakes? I made them myself!” Lucy opened a bag and took out some uniced cupcakes “I got some icing too, but figured it’d get all squashed up.”

“Ooo I’ll take one,” the Latino boy held out his hand, 

Son’ma looks at them curiously, “what is a cupcake? Sood? Does not look eat-able to Son’ma.”

“It’s a small cake? It’s sweet?” Luciana said. Did they not have cupcakes on Ver? If so, what a shame! 

“Can’t eat cake anymore,” Thea said, “They do look nice.”

The alien took one of the cupcakes and touched it to a long, strange dangling appendage under her arms. “Not good sor Ver eating.”

“What do you eat?” Luciana asked.

“I like your dangly things,” Thea said sitting down, “You’re very pretty.”

“Meat!” Son’ma answered, baring her sharp carnivore teeth, “Tae.” Son’ma said, wiggling her tae and pointing at the appendages, “Sank you.” she then said to Thea.

“So does that mean you’re from space?” Luciana asked. She gave one to the boy along with an icing tube, and took one for herself.

“Yes and no.” Son’ma answers, “oser space.”

Another person stepped into the living room. He was pink head to toe with axolotl gills on the side of his head and dragging an axolotl tail that peaked out of the knee-length floral skirt he wore.

“Oser space?” Lucy asks. She saw the newcomer, “Hi, woah, you’re pink! Do you want a cupcake?”

Son’ma frowns, “oser space aaaa…. oser… dimension space?” She said the word dimension somewhat haltingly

“Ooh, parallel dimension?” Luciana says, “That’s cool.”

“Papa says I shouldn’t eat sugary foods.” the pink axolotl kid said.

“Well, your dad isn’t here so a cupcake won’t hurt anything.” The Latino boy said, taking a bite of his own cupcake.

The Axolotl boy shook his head, “I’ve got to listen to Papa even when he’s not here.”

The Latino boy frowned, “what’s your name, kid?”

The axolotl boy stared at Mr. Kibbles, “I’m Gabriel.” He answered not taking his eyes of Mr. Kibbles

“I’m Luciana, but everyone calls me Lucy,” Mr. Kibbles let out a soft bark, “I was getting to you, this is Mr. Kibbles, he’s the world’s best service dog.”

The plant girl spoke up next, “I’m Thea Winters, I know Winter/plant, it’s ironic or something.”

“Mitch Garcia.” the latino boy introduced himself, “These cupcakes are pretty good!” Mitch said, finishing one-off

“Son’ma is Son’ma.”

“Thanks, I bake a lot, and Mr. K is the perfect assistant,” Lucy said. “He even helps make his biscuit,” She took one out of a small bag with a biscuit print and gave it to him. Mr K. eating the biscuit happily.

“The dog helped make these?” Mitch made a face, “how good is he at washing his paws?”

“Very good,” Lucy said, she took a second dog biscuit and bit into it. “Anyone wants one?” 

Thea paused, looking at her. “What, did you just eat a dog biscuit?” 

“What? They’re beef and peanut butter.” Lucy laughed.

Mitch laughed, “I’ll pass,” 

Son’ma looks at the dog biscuit, “meat?”

Lucy offers one, “kinda? try it?”

Son’ma took it with her hand, the tae wrapping around it at the same time, after a moment she tossed it in her mouth whole and chewed, “good.”

“We’ve got approval!” Lucy smiled, “If you want more just ask.”

“They’re my biscuits!” Mr. K protested.

“Puppy you can share.”

“So what makes an alien wanna be an Earth superhero…. especially an alien that doesn’t have a bunch of their kind running around here?” Mitch asked Son’ma

“Son’ma’s likes humans.” 

“I’ve never even heard of Ver,” Lucy said. She knew a lot of aliens; Itharii, Gimelians, Venusians, Shivats, Tzari, or Chts, but never had she heard of a ver. 

“Not come to sis Ears.”

“Ears? Oh Earth?”

“Well Son’ma did say they were from another dimension, are there lots of Ver there?”

Son’ma nodded, “Ver have ears.”

“Are you okay?” Thea said, seeing Gabriel had gone quiet.

“I’m fine!” Gabriel smiled, “Why do you ask?”

“You’ve just gone quiet,” she said, “just making sure.”

Gabriel’s eyes were wide and innocent, “I’m not supposed to talk.”

“Who said that?” Thea demanded.

“Papa. He says I shouldn’t speak until spoken to.”

Thea’s foliage wilted at the words, “Well, he’s not here, and here you can speak as much as you want.”

Gabriel frowned, his brow furrowing, “… I don’t know….”

Mitch patted Gabriel on the back, “relax a little, do what you wanna do.”

“Yeah, we’re here to have fun!” Lucy said with a smile, “I personally plan to Vlog my superhero journey!”

“Vlog?” Son’ma asked and Gabriel looked equally confused.

“It’s a video journal kind of thing,” she explains, “I do a lot of Youtube stuff.”

They both continued to look at her with complete confusion.

“You make a video about stuff in your life?” She tries to explain. 

“People see?” Son’ma asked.

“Wait, of course you don’t know what Youtube is,” she said, taking her phone. “It’s like a place where people put videos and music,” she puts on a pop song, her phone is quite loud.

Son’ma looks at Lucy’s phone, “How much videos?”

“More than you could ever watch,” Lucy answered, she clicked on something else; a movie trailer, “you can watch trailers, music videos, life blogs, documentaries, just about anything you can think of, well I guess you can’t watch naughty stuff.”

Mitch laughed, “I’m sure you could find some if you looked hard enough.”

Son’ma frowned, “Sree?” She asked.

“Sree?” Luciana blinked.

“No money?”

“You don’t need money, just the internet,” Luciana said, passing her the phone.

Son’ma’s eyes, well one pair of them it looked like she might have a second set that was closed, sparkled as she clicked around on Youtube, “humans are creative.”

“I guess we are,” Luciana says. Mr. Kibble signed at Lucy, asking to tell them about his art. “Yes, puppy you’re a great artist too.”

“Artist puppy?” Thea asked, “I’d like to see that.”

“Even dog can be artist?” Son’ma asked, “amazing.”

“Mr. K is special,” Lucy shrugged.

Mitch reached out to pet Mr. Kibbles’s head, “Show us some of your art buddy?”

Lucy asked for her phone back, and then quickly flipped to her Instagram, showing some pictures of Mr. Kibble’s art, it was all rather childish, but she dared any naysayer to have their dogs do better. “Such an artist, the canine Picasso.” she teased. Mr. K, meanwhile, looked very proud.

“Very talented!” Mitch praised, scratching Mr. Kibbles behind the ears.

Mr. Kibbles gratefully accepted the scratches, looking as smug as a dog can. 

Lucy’s phone buzzed with an alarm, reminding her to take her meds. “Aw man, have you seen the time?” she said, “Should unpack.”

Mitch checks his phone, “shit you’re right. See you guys tomorrow!”

“Bye!” Luciana said, grabbing her bags. 

The others filtered out with goodbyes, Gabriel was the last to leave, zoning out a bit in the middle of the living room before finally heading upstairs.

Arrival: Chapter 1.5 (Axel)

Axel was among the first to arrive at the airport hangar. The buses had not yet arrived when his uncle drove him there, wishing him good luck. There was a bounce to Axel’s every step, he’d be a superhero just like his parents before him, just like his grandfather who had started the family legacy. 

He gave a look around the hangar. A few people were already there and he waved to a few people he recognized. Cape kids were a tight community around New York City, they’d grown up together, discovered their powers together, and mourned the deaths of their parents and family in the war between humanity and the Tzaries.

Axel put down his bags and took some time chatting with the others. He’d been so busy with his own personal training he hadn’t seen many of them in a long time. 

“What’s up with all the bandages?” Jimmy asked, the son of the Tempest.

“Was working on my parkour last night,” Axel said, “Def a work in progress.”

“Why are they sparkly and with unicorns?” Kate, daughter of the Night Prowler, asked.

“Because I’m fabulous that way!” Axel flipped his long wavy champagne blonde ponytail. “And you know it.”

The others snorted. “Sounds about right.”

They sat down together, catching up like old times, showing one another their progress in power. Jimmy could control lightning, while Kate was one of those super agility types who could also turn invisible. 

“Remember how I could only conjure three things?”

“Well, yeah,” Jimmy said.

Axel stood up and focused on his powers, what he called the Inner Armory; all of the weapons and tools he had ‘scanned’ with his power. First, a dagger came out of it, appearing from thin air, then a second, and a third, but Axel kept going until seven were now floating around him, gently circling around his body through telekinetic force. 

“Nice!” Kate said, “Definitely better.”

Axel frowned deep in concentration and an eighth appeared. A cold sweat started dripping down his forehead, a numbing throbbing emerging from the back of his head. He tried to keep it steady but couldn’t, the weapons faded away.

“Damn it!” Axel sighed, “Seven I can do fine, but the eight just need perfect focus.”

“Hey, I’m sure you’ll get it soon enough,” Jimmy said.

“Yeah.”

Powers were like muscles the more you practiced the stronger they became. When Axel had first manifested his power he could barely get two and only vaguely control them, he’d gotten far in five years since.

An announcement rang through the station. “Please proceed to your assigned bus.”

“Which do you have?”

“S01,” they both answered.

“S02,” Axel said, frowning he would’ve liked to catch up some more with them, but alas he had to go. “I’ll see you on campus then!”

They grabbed their things and went to queue up for their bus.

He caught up with them and showed them all of his progress. As Axel boarded his bus he looked around for a place to sit his eyes went over a face he hadn’t seen in a long time. 

A tan boy with a mop of curly hair sat in a seat with his head tilted down at his phone. He was a few years older than Axel and looked it, one foot into adulthood already.

Had Mitch not seen them? Or was he avoiding them? He hadn’t exactly been in touch for a long time…

“Mitch?” 

Just like him, Mitch was a cape kid, but he’d drifted apart from their little clique sometime after the loss of his parents and sister. 

“Axel! Hey! Haven’t seen you since…” Mitch trailed off with a frown, running his hand through his loose brown curls.

“For-e-ver!” Axel said, dumping his bag down and sitting next to Mitch, not waiting for an invitation. “What’s up, bro?”

“Not much, just finally deciding to follow in my parents and sister’s footsteps.” Mitch’s voice was quiet and his gaze did not meet Axel’s.

“About time!” Axel said. Most cape kids began their career early, but Mitch was already seventeen.  “Ugh, my uncle wouldn’t let me apply last year, and said I needed more training! As if.” Axel rolled his eyes, his uncle was overprotective.

Thirteen was the youngest age one could apply to join the Ravenhold Academy program, but applicants obviously needed their legal guardian’s permission.

Mitch smiled, “he’s just worried about you getting hurt.” Mitch reached out a hand and ruffled Axel’s hair like when he was a kid.

“I’m gonna be unbeatable,” Axel answered with a grin, “Villains better watch out.”

 “Sure thing kid. Let me know when you can beat me and then we’ll see about you calling yourself unbeatable.”

“You are so on,” Axel said, “Fight you in the dojo?” Mitch had fallen off the wayside, he’d be an easy fight, Axel thought. He wasn’t the little kid who used to practice against and get his ass whooped seven ways to Sunday.

“Sure.” Mitch playfully punched his arm.

Axel returned the gesture as strongly as he could, not that it would hurt with Mitch’s energy absorption.

Mitch rolled his eyes and leaned back against the seat, “If this attitude of yours gets you killed I get to say I told you so.” He said with a smile.

Axel rolled his eyes. “Chill dude, no need to be so tight up.”

Mitch patted him on the head. “I can chill-ly say I told you so and that I’m going to kick your ass down a peg.”

Axel bit down his lip a little, Mitch would never see him as anything but that dumbass kid from years ago. His first task at Ravenhold was going to prove him he wasn’t, he’d grown up, learned, gotten stronger and Mitch would have to learn the hard way. 

“Bring it on, I’ve been working on all sorts of new tricks.” Axel grinned.

 “I’m ready to throw them all right back at you.”

“You can surely try, why don’t we make a wager then?” Axel proposes, “If I win you have to kiss my feet and acknowledge I’m the best.” 

“And what do I get if I beat you?”

“What do you want?”

“You gotta wear a sign that says ‘I’m an idiot’ on it for a whole day.”

“As if I’d have to do that,” Axel answered, “You’re on.”

Mitch put an arm around Axel’s shoulder, “so how have you been brat?”

“Been good, y’know same-old-same-old,” he leaned back casually, “You still seeing that guy?” About two years ago, before they’d completely fallen out of touch he knew Mitch had found a guy.

Mitch smiled, turning a distinct shade of red, “Yeah!”

Axel grinned, that was a good avenue of attack! “You’re getting all blushy, bro, it’s that serious?”

“I really love him.” 

“Oh damn, L-O-V-E now? Like putting a ring on it love?”

“Maybe?” Mitch mumbled all flustered. He punched Axel’s arm again. “Ah, shut up, brat”

Axel wasn’t about to let it go. “No way, that serious you get all embarrassed.” 

“I’m still too young to talk about rings and shit but…” Mitch fiddled with his empty ring finger. “I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else.”

“Oh, shit,” Axel says, “okay no more, this is way too mushy. Next, you’re gonna tell me you write him love poems!”

Mitch seized the opportunity, draping himself over Axel. “Awww can’t handle a little looooveee?”

“Gross,” Axel says. “you know me, a pretty boy or girl here and there’s fine, but then they get weird and clingy and thinking about Love and shit”

Axel had… experimented with some of the other cape kids, the occasional pretty boy, or cute girl, but never anything serious as of yet, definitely not anything resembling Love! Axel wasn’t really ready for any kind of commitment anytime soon. 

Mitch frowned, his tone going all serious. “I feel like you’re a little young to act so casually about sex.”

Axel gave him a look. “What are you, my uncle?”

Mitch sighed, “I’m too young and handsome, how about your big brother? But seriously just… be careful?”

“I am, watch this,” Axel could conjure more than weapons with his power. He snapped a finger and a condom appeared out of thin air. “Always ready.”

Mitch smiled with exasperation, “I mean, that’s good too but also just… be wary of people.”

“I can handle people.”

“Fine, fine just stomp on all my brotherly concerns.”

“Do you really think that little of me?”

“No, I think you’re young and dumb and overconfident, I’ve been that before it doesn’t end well.” Mitch sighed and shook his head, “Forget it, I’ll be the bad guy if I start lecturing.”

“Whatever you say,” Axel said, looking away annoyed, “You really sound like my uncle.”

“It is whatever I say thank you.” Mitch teased.

“Yes, Uncle Mitch.”

Mitch gagged. “I have never hated my name more than when you said it right there, sounds wrong.”

“Uncle Mitch,” Axel repeated, stressing every syllable.

“Fine fine I’ll stop lecturing now stop it!” Mitch leaned away from Axel with a shiver.

“Smart move.” Axel grinned, having won the conversation.

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