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    He looked into the eyes of the Gods the gods of each element, fire, earth, wind, and rain. Each staring back at him with thoughtful eyes. They were awful gods doing things that would only benefit themselves. Raven was here for a reason, he wasn't normal he was born a Code:Breaker, one with gifts normal people wouldn't have. He had special abilities he could control fire but not just any fire blue fire. Normally Code:Breakers only had basic element powers. The Gods thought raven was better than all with the blue flames so they made him a contractor the one who can control all. This was something to be grateful for many died to try to get his power and over time all failed the Gods protected him as he trained and learned with five others. Those were the ones the Gods trusted.


    Raven even though he seemed like the one to be the strongest with all that power he has he was the weakest he was Code:6 out of the group. The last and weakest. He didn't mind though he was a Code:Breaker for one reason to destroy evil even though he was evil himself. He was like a reaper he was told who to take out those who the police can not take those who will never change and keep harming those who innocent.


    Raven walked into the school building the bell rang to announce everyone should be on there way to class. Raven was a new transfer student, he stepped into his new homeroom, he was in class A third year he was 17 years old. He was very bright for his age he had to be with his job. Though he never seemed like he didn't care or try about anything. He was quiet and didn't talk much to others, a real hermit. The teacher called him over as the teacher called everyone to take a seat. "Class this is Raven Watannabe, he is going to be your new classmate starting today, take good care of him," the teacher said. Raven bowed to the class not changing his face expression which was nothing like he had no emotions.



    Please make you character non special ability

    Rose sat silently in the back corner, the only available two seats in front and beside her own. Also a very, very shy person, she kept to herself most the time. Doodling, drawing, writing, or reading when given a chance. Never picked for anything, never noticed, Absolutly invisible, and that's how she liked it.


    She hated standing in front of others of a large mass, but what was worst of all was that she had no self confidence. If you said one lousy thing about her, like her hair was messy despite it always being in a perfect bun, she'd of believed you. She can never concentrate enough to pass school, only in gym, art and another elective did she have A's in, ether wise she was just passing with D's or C's.


    Rose glanced up as the teacher introduced the new boy, and knowing he would have to sit next to her, she instantly took out her sketch pad, in hope of losing all thought to forget about reality and escape the torment of school.

    He walked over to the open seat next to her his eyes closed and his hands in his pockets as people whispered and stared at him. He got to the seat and sat down, he didn't even look at her nor paid her any mind. He looked up at the board as the teacher began the lesson. He looked around at all the students his eyes than going to rose than leaving her. They would go back to her every so often. He was studying her, and thinking of his next job.

    She was doodling some sort of picture with her ink pen, she loved the thing, her pen that is. But whenever she paused, she' dolor it over, wondering what it needed and then made some lines, and the process repeated. It wasn't long before she finished, and added some words in a form of inspirational meaning, then again it didn't seem that big to her.


    [img width=510 height=461]http://farm6.staticflickr.com/…37196886_87435ae8f3_o.jpg[/img]
    The words below the picture read;
    Let the storm rage on
    Not everything fades,
    Sometimes things look dead
    But are very much alive
    And their roots can not be so easily torn up!
    So let the storm rage and stand strong

    He looked over at the drawing and read the words wondering what she meant by them. He looked at her,"shouldn't you be paying attention?" He asked her seeing by the papers on her desk and how she wasn't paying attention he had a feeling she wasn't very bright when it came to school work. Though he wasn't paying attention either he knew what the teacher was already teaching.

    She glanced,maher face felt on fire despite its shade not changing to red. She shrugged, not exactly caring about school nonetheless. "I don't see a point in learning this material when I'll never use it again." She said softly, turning back to the drawing.

    "Than how do you plan on going to college?" He asked her though he knew her future didn't go that far. He just wanted to hear her answer. He studied her wondering what was going though her kind at the time why anyone would think that way. "Just cause you won't use it later on in life doesn't mean you shouldn't learn it," he told her

    She shrugged softly, "I don't have a future planned, the only thing I'd want to go into doesn't include American or world history, finding the square root of whatever, more germs." She said flatly but still quietly.

    "The only future anyone has is death," he saidn simply his eyes on the board his tone emotionless. "Though before death you do have a path what is your path you wish to follow?" He asked her able to hear her low voice even over the teachers talking.

    "Then what's the point if we die in the end? Our paths would mean no more to anyone then we would think." She explained with a shrug, looking up with a sigh. "Honestly....I want to be an artist, but not like I can make a living as one..." She said, looking back down.

    He stared at her for a moment surprised that a normal person understood life. "Your right on both accords," he said sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest. "No one will care about you once you dead and all your hard work goes to waste," he said his tone flat. "Artist though have it the worst they have it backwards people don't give to craps about them when there alive but as soon as they're six feet under very thing about them is important," he said shaking his head slightly.

    "That is true, but what the point of art, if no one will understand it until the artist is gone, to late to ask what they were feeling when they made the piece, or why they did it in the way they did. It's hard for them because they are misunderstood. Like Vincent Van Gogh! Outcastes from everywhere just because his art was ahead of its time." She exclaimed, though a bit loudly as the teacher looked momentarily to her, then him, then started talking again.

    He chuckled at this not really caring about the teacher. "That's why you write about it, sometimes I feel artists are stupid," he said with a crooked grin though there was no humor in it. "Why would you not write about something you did so hen you do die they know for sure what it's about and not just take a shot in the dark," he said smoothly

    "Because writing IS art, no matter how simply you make it, it's still not really easy for others to understand..." She said, the last part softly. She glanced to him, her amber eyes seemed fiery than most others about the topic.

    He shook his head not caring much for her tone or look though he had quite an interest in her. "Whatever," he said with a shrug standing up right hen the bell rang ending class. "I'm going to the roof," he said putting his hands in his pockets and and walked out of the room

    Sure


    Climbing up the few steps, rose filed onto her bus to a seat net the middle of the bus, pulling out a small iPod and headphones as she stared out the window, waiting till her stop came.

    The bus drove on once everyone was seated. Raven wasn't in school for the last two classes of the day. As the bus drove passed a the park. Raven stood there in the middle of a blue fire ring but inside those blue flames were people burning. No one seemed to notice this at all. As ravens hand went to the last man not burning, there was half a dozen men burning, and than the last caught on fire. Ravens hand was caught on fire too but it didn't seem to burn him at all.