It was dim as the early morning light shown through the curtains of Brandon's room. It didn't bother him much, he was awake for a long time already. He already was dressed and ready to leave, had been for hours but he didn't seem to keen on leaving. He was sitting upon the counter of his kitchen, a cup of coffee in one hand and a picture in the other. The photo was of a man with dark hair, pale skin, and many other features much like him, yet his eyes were blue unlike his grey.

'My father', he thought grimly. A man no one could compare to, a great man whose life could offer numerous lessons and tales to tell... He seemed invincible in his eyes but Death decided to test that notion and Death always gets what they want.

It's been a month since they found the body and truth be told it was something that has offered him many sleepless nights. The mangled bloody mess, the sheared flesh, the blood... And no one ever warns you of the smell. It was obviously an animal, a large one. Bears were common in the area, but whatever killed his father was different. Brandon heard the reports from the authorities, it was to precise for any animal... The cuts were strategic to inflict pain, to make him simply bleed out before the Killer desecrated his body. The Killer wanted his father to suffer. Though evidence was insufficient to say that a person truly murdered his father, but the thought always danced in the back of his head. 'A man with the cunning of a surgeon but the savagery of a beast', he heard an officer suggest.

With a sigh, Brandon finished his coffee with a quick swig from the mug, grimacing at the taste. He never drank it black, but today he needed the extra kick from last night. His dreams were haunted by his father, and the days leading up to his death. Things were odd in those few days, everything was a blurry mess.

Pinching his nose to clear his head, he quickly grabbed his backpack and immediately after slipped on a pair of headphones. Flipping through his playlist, he turned on Led Zeppelin...

And ultimately scowled at the first song to play, Stairway to Heaven. The irony was all to visible. With that he stepped through the door and made his way to school.

[Pretty long, but meh.]

Akira got up hating the mornings. She was never really a morning person. With a groan she heaved herself into a sitting position on her bed, her arms extending high above her head as she stretched and let out a tired yawn. She finally forced herself the rest of the way out of her bed and shuffled towards the closet. Grabbing some clothes she headed for the bathroom to shower and get ready for school.

Finished with her shower and dressed she headed to the kitchen for some coffee. Pouring herself a cup she took a few sips of the hot brew swallowing and exhaling like one would enjoying an amazing cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. She looked out the window having a few minutes before she would have to start her walk to school. She watched the breeze blow the trees gently and wondered what the new kids that were joing school today would be like.

She wondered if she would make any new friends. She didn't have many to begin with she did talk to Addy often though and got paired with her as a partner in classes, but you wouldn't call them like besties or anything. Setting her half finished cup down she sighed and grabbed her backpack heading out the door to start her walk to school.

Adrianna had been awake for a couple hours already. She was showered her make up done and her hair braided. She had also already eating breakfast and was sitting at the kitchen table working on a drawing she had started earlier in the week.

She looked up from her drawing flexing her hand having been working on some detail for quite a while already and rolled the stiffness out of her neck. She glanced at the clock and saw she had a few minutes to pack up her things before she had to catch the bus.

She put her pencils and erasers in her pencil pouch, the drawing in it's folder and then proceeded to put her shcool books, notebook, folder and pencil pouch into her backpack. Finishing her glass of orange juice she placed the empty glass in the sink and swung her backpack over her shoulder and headed out the door to catch the school bus.

Jacob was the second one up in the pack house. He had already made some coffee and was waiting for Nyko to finish in the bathroom so he could get himself ready for school. His clothes were picked out already and set on the table. He poured himself some cereal and sat down to eat it while he waited.

He heard Nyko finish and was headed down the stairs just as he finished his cereal. He placed his bowl in the sink and grabbed his clothes. "Hey there's coffee already for ya." He then headed up the stairs to shower and get ready.

He closed the bathroom door behind him and showered enjoying the hot water on his back. Once finished he got dressed and headed back down the stairs. He went to his room and gathered his things into his backpack before heading back out of his room to the kitchen of the pack house.

Brandon walked quietly, ignoring the World as his music played. Songs came and went, but if there was good bass it lingered in his thoughts. He was about halfway, his body starting to slightly shiver from the early morning chill. Summer had been gone for sometime, and Fall was in full swing. The leaves had fully changed, and soon they'd wither off the tree branches leaving them barren. Brandon sighed deeply, he could see his breath on the air.

"Winter will be coming soon", he said to no one in particular. It was a rather plain observation, but a sound one. Winters were often harsh, the whole town being ransacked by snows that could sometimes block people into their homes for days on end. Power outages were common too. The past few winters were not as tough as usual though everyone knew eventually, 'The Heaven's would open up and Hell would be let loose', as it was so colorfully worded by so many. He internally chuckled at the mental image. Every year people said the next winter would be akin to the Desolation of Humanity. As if...

"...No, just us", he said to himself. People always exaggerated. That wasn't to say the town was dreary, no it was the opposite. There were moments of liveliness in the solemn shades of life. Matter of fact, there were rumors of a large group of people who moved in recently. While it was nothing new, what sparked conversation was just the sheer number of a single group, a very reclusive group. Not to mention how many of them would ultimately go to his school. Brandon never paid much mind to rumors, but the fact he would have to deal with a majority of them on a daily basis peaked his interest. Today was the day he'd be formally introduced. There was a silent prayer that they wouldn't be insufferable children, but one can only hope.

His strides quickened as he finally entered the schoolyard. It was less crowded than anticipated... He must of been early, not that he minded much. Brandon shrugged, pulling out his class schedule from his pocket.

'History', he mused. He could live with that. So, with the faintest hint of a smile, he made his way to his first class.