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In the depths of the Swedish Forest, a group of people with special powers are hidden by governments all over the world. The armies call them into any kind of situation they find they can't handle. Sabian and his friends find this highly irritable, but the pay is always good.
But when they begin to uncover the plot of a huge evil rising from the depths of the world, Sabian and his companions have to find a way to use a seemingly normal girl to even start to fight this as faced with the largest threat the world has ever found...

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4. Monday

 Sylvia walked through the gates of Hall Green High School. She was still furious with her parents, but no longer for calling her sentimental, but for even suggesting this idea in the first place. So what if the place was violent at times, maybe that’s how she liked it. She knew she didn’t like that at all, but to her it seemed to not be a good enough point to move to the other side of the country.
 She turned her head slightly to see the headteacher, as if she was able sense the presence of evil. She quickly did up her tie to the base of her neck and tucked her blouse in before Mr Johnson knew she was even there. She walked on, eyes fixed to the floor. Johnson looked at her through the corner of his eye. Sylvia cringed. She hated someone looking over her.
 Mr Johnson was Sylvia’s idea of a walking, talking, breathing hell. His receding grey hair covered half of his shiny head. Wrinkles covered his greying eyebrows. His eyes had been tuned to overlooking the yard, picking out the smallest amount of trouble-making in his kingdom. His smug smile he wore literally all the time reminded most of the kids that he had more power over them than they did. The only kids that this did not work on was Sylvia and Jake, as they had him as a headteacher in primary school, where the two of them, added by the pressure of Ofsted breathing down his neck had sent him into a mid-life crisis, which would explain his tension around the children. Sylvia shot Johnson a look of pure irritation as he scowled at her, coughed nervously and walked off, playing with the knot in his tie and taking defeat badly.
 If there was any advantage of Dover, it would be around a two hour car drive away from that creep.
She looked back and sniggered at her easy success. She moved into the large main yard and was called over by a familiar voice.
 “Sylvia, would you come over here please?”
 Sylvia walked over to her English teacher, Miss Jacobs. Stood next to her was a nervous looking kid about the same age as her. He was a little taller than her and had short, dark brown hair with his fringe held up by gel. He had half rimmed glasses covering his pale blue eyes. He was wearing the school uniform as if he was trying to be a perfect bullying target. He was the typical portrait of a newbie, and Sylvia knew why Miss Jacobs had called her over.
 “Sylvia, this is James Hendricks. He is new today and is in most of your classes. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to show James around the grounds, help him find his classrooms, basically show him the ropes.”
 Sylvia knew that this kid would hold her down, but she remembered what it was like to be a new kid at the high school, and remembered how hard it was. She might as well humor her teacher. She nodded to show she accepted the terms and Miss Jacobs turned to James.
 “Well, welcome James. I hope Sylvia will help you any way she can, and I will keep an eye on the situation back home.”
 “Thank you Miss, I appreciate that.”
 Sylvia was intrigued. She was no gossiper, but liked to know about everything she hears about. She waited for Miss Jacobs to go back into the Humanities Block and began to interrogate James.
 “What sort of a situation?”
 “I’m sorry?” He replied with a bemused expression.
 “Miss said she’d keep an eye on a ‘situation’.”
 “Oh, it’s nothing really, just my family are being held down by their jobs at the moment.”
 “Ahh.” She knew he was lying. The facial expression and tone of voice was all wrong. Come to think of it, it had been wrong since they started talking. She ruled this to first day jitters, trying too hard for a good impression. She walked over to the biggest tree in the courtyard, James following her. Sylvia was met by Jake, and a skinny looking redhead with a blazer covered in different pins asking different philosophical questions that made people think.
 “Hey Sylvie!”  Annie was the first to greet her, “Who’s that?”
 James had walked over to the corner and stuck earphones into his ears. Annie and Sylvia looked over to him. “I’m not really sure Ann, his name is James Hendricks. He’s new today.”
 “You been saddled with him for the day?” Jake said with a smirk.
 “As courtesy of Miss Jacobs, yeah,” She replied.
 James dived his hand into the inside pocket of his blazer and pulled out a container of what looked like prescription drugs, but the label was blank.
 Sylvia and Jake saw this and became fairly concerned of him over that day. In every lesson, like any other first day, he spent the whole day not speaking to anyone. But it was more than that, he seemed impossibly detached from everybody else. Always on his own in a corner. Always looking down. Always pretending to act like the rest of the world wasn’t there. He always closed his eyes, as if he was dreaming about something. And every time he opened his eyes again, he looked sad. Really sad. As if the reality he lived in wasn’t good enough. Sylvia had seen nervous first starters, but he wasn’t nervous. He was depressed.
 The end of school bell was a relief from people telling Sylvia pointless stuff like what the word Hamster is in French or what the Doppler Effect was in Physics. She slung her rucksack onto her right shoulder, slid her left arm through the remaining hole and shrugged it onto her back. She jogged after her friends who were about to walk out of the gate, when for some reason James inserting his earphones once again caught the corner of her eye. Should she ask if he wants to walk home with her? Then again, he hadn’t talked to anyone all day, so why would that change now? She was intensely curious into the fact that he mentioned ‘problems at home’.
 Don’t even think about it Sylvie.
 Her mother’s annoying ‘nag voice’ appeared in her head with another all wise proverb from when Sylvia was five and the two of them witnessed a domestic argument between her cousin and his girlfriend
 Keep to your business, and keep your nose out of others’. It’ll bring you nothing but trouble, I can guarantee you that.
 While she did respect the word of her parents, even if they were fairly audacious, James was intriguing. The way he acted, the way he looked, even his facial expressions. Something was missing in him to make all of these features seem empty. The boy himself was a mystery. A mystery begging to be solved by a girl like Sylvia. She walked out the gate and leaned on the metal fence, keeping her mystery in the corner of her eye. To her surprise, James looked around him for a minute and jumped into the shrubbery that acted like a border between the road and the college campus. He waited until his crunching footsteps were out of earshot so hers would be, and she ran in after him. She was taken back by the size of the gap inside the greenery, almost as if it was sculpted as a special route to somewhere. She caught a glimpse of him running around a turn in the gap. She dashed after him for about twenty seconds, and then fell to the floor with a blow to the head. She was knocked out cold.

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