The Noodle Chronicles

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-=Chapter One|The Meeting=-

"And that's how you find the quadratic formula" Mr Henderson spoke, finishing his explanation on the topic. His sharp hawk like brown eyes scanned the room, looking for a victim to ask a question. His gaze landed on a boy sitting in the second from last row from the back of the classroom, his head resting in his right hand as he stared out the window. The sun was shining down on him, causing his chocolate hair to light up along with his soft doe brown orbs observing the scenery outside, his pale skin shone in the beam of light yellow light.

Settling on his choice, Mr Henderson clears his throat gaining the attention of most the class. "Mr Leslie would you like to answer the question on the lesson I just taught you? Granted you've been paying attention of course" he says, a smug look evident on his face as he writes the equation on the electric board at the front of the room. The boy sighs and turns to look at the teacher who finishes up writing and looks back towards his student who held a bored look on his face. "Well would you?"

The kid gets up without a word and walks towards the board, passing his whispering classmates without a single glance. Mr Henderson holds out his hand which was gripping the pen, he offers it to him. Taking the pen from the teachers hand he turns to the board and starts scribbling the words down elegantly yet quickly. Within a matter of a minute he finishes and steps back away from the electronic device and turns to the teacher before speaking with a bored tone "Anything else?" his question caught the teacher off guard, causing him to look away before responding with a simple "No".

Nodding the student turns and walks back to his seat past the other gobsmacked students. The events caused the classroom to erupt with conversation. Girls gossiped and the boys boasted about how they could probably do a better job, but he just ignored him all and went back to starring out the window. Silently wishing something would happen in his life that's more interesting then this, he found life to simple. That's just how Gregory Leslie was, the silent genius who ignored the people around him as they were just not interesting enough.

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"Dylan Haigwood you're 17 years old and yet you can't hold a job, you drop out of school! You can't keep scrounging off me forever, damn brat" Nick casts his gaze away after slapping his son. "You're a disgrace, we should have never excepted you back!"  Dylan's mother, Maria stands behind his father holding a guilty look on her face. Dylan shoots a glare at Nick "What do you mean, never accept me back? You should never have done what you'd done in the first place!" He shouts angrily at his parents poor past choices.

His mother feels her frown grow, guilt clearly evident on her face while his father hold no remorse. "Get out" his voice firm, anger spiralling through his hazel orbs. Dylan feels his eyebrows furrow, "Fine, I was planning on leaving anyway, you people aren't fit to be parents." and with that Dylan spins on his heels and exits through the door, slamming it shut on the way out.

Furious, he storms down the street, not even sparing a glance to the place he once called home. His hoodies sleeves covered his hands completely and its hood now covering some of his face. The sky was cloudy despite its clear weather a few hours prior, crows soared the sky seemingly eyeing the boy with their black beads of eyes as if he was their next prey. As if on cue the clouds release a storm of rain onto the town, Dylan feels a shiver running up his spine as the water hammers down on him. "Great" he says bluntly, pushing forward through the harsh weather.

Having no where to go, Dylan wanders the streets. The town wasn't small there was quite a few areas which you had to reach via back ally ways. Considering his choices he chose the centre point of the town to figure things out. He decides the park would be a decent way to go, especially with the current weather, less people so less problems, especially with the predicament he was in, no thanks to his parent choices.

Thinking of the quickest route there, Dylan decides to take some of the back ally ways despite the recent reports of people being attacked down them. Turning off the main street he makes a b-line for the one on the right. Speed walking through the darkening pathway, Dylan freezes when he sees a figure leaning against the wall, a chuckle leaves the figure as he pushes off the brick and turns to the teenage male "How unfortunate, that you'd end up choosing the wrong ally way to wander down"

The male in front of Dylan, wore a mask, a black hoodie covered his hair, he had dark grey jeans, and finger less leather gloves on his hands. He held a flip knife in his right hand, his eyes were a dull green colour.

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Greg yawns as the teacher blabs on. 'Only a few minutes till I can go home' He lets out a sigh, why did the teachers have to teach such easy things, wasn't A-Levels meant to be difficult? School is always just the same old same old. Nothing ever changes, just snakes and boring old gossip and the course was just too easy. "Remember to do the work I set for you" Mr Henderson states as the class start packing up their things so they can go home.

Greg grabs his rucksack and follows the students out the class. His ruffled brown hair bounced as he walked along the hallway. He pushes the door open and descends down the stairs, he then walks towards the main entrance.

Cold rain dripped onto his face causing him to wince, sighing Greg removes the bag from his back, unzipping it and pulling out a light grey jacket and throwing it on as quickly as possible. He pulls his hood up and reached into his pocket for his earphones. Cursing himself as he remembered he left them on the side of his bed that morning. "For fucks sake" he mutters, irritated. Pushing off he started his journey home, ignoring the people around him as he went not sparing them a single glance.

Walking past a few buildings he paused at the alleyway that usually led to the park. The sounds of gagging could be heard from within the darkness. They say curiosity killed the cat, but thats not always the case, since Greg found what he was looking for. The abnormality that he had been seeking, the very thing that made things interesting which for the longest time doubted he'd ever find.

Stepping a few steps into the dim back alleyway, Greg's eyes adjusted to the lighting. Before him stood a boy with yellowish arms they were like snakes, which were wrapped around the other males throat, tightening before after a minute of watching, Gregs ears picked up on a cracking sound and watched the male go limp. The boy with the strange arms turned to look at the brown haired boy. His hazel eyes seemed to glow as they locked with Greg's brown ones. The other boy scowled a bit before speaking.

"Who the hell are you?"