User:Hunter1034/Through the Eyes of a Nobody

Alone is a fanfic to be made by Hunter that centers around his fursona Dalton the Cat in High-School.

Characters
These are the characters that have appeared/are slated to appear in this story.


 * Dalton the Cat
 * Wolfgang the Cat
 * Castiel the Hedgehog
 * Violet the Fox
 * Darcy the Cat
 * Cheryn
 * Symeriss
 * Kyle the Bat
 * Konnan the Wolf
 * Aquella the Cat
 * Aisha the Arctic Hare
 * Geo the Hare
 * Cleo the Dog
 * Gregory the Chameleon

(If you want you're character to appear in this story, please and tell me on the talk page.)

Story
Warning: Contains some swearing

Ch1
I wake up before my alarm. Again. Sitting up, I look at the clock. 5:40, twenty minutes before the thing goes into an annoying frenzy of beeping. I spend my 20 minutes of calm trying to figure out my dreams. I only remember a couple, one in which that Cheetah that's almost always in my dreams for some reason fed on my blood, and one that had me getting alone in a dark room, doing nothing but drawing. Drawing the same Cheetah that was draining me. I'm not sure what one I favored... Getting my blood drained felt enjoyable for some reason, and drawing's my only real enjoyment in life. Well, drawing and playing video games...

The alarm begins it's only reason for existence with the precision of a machine, and I climb off my bunk to shut the damn thing up. I slip out of the room and start my morning routine: Shower, eat, occupy myself for around 20 minutes, then gather my things and leave. Same thing every day. Dad usually comes home around the time I'm eating, and we talk about pointless things before he goes to bed. I get to the bus stop and wait for the hunk of yellow metal that makes fat people think of Twinkies, then climb aboard. I sit by myself. Nobody talks to the red and purple freak that sits alone on the Twinkie. A couple of kids throw paper balls at me. One is sopping wet, while the other crackles with static. Kinetics. I use a HB pencil to scrape the wet one of the seat in front of me, and bat the crackling one off my ear.

I get off the Twinkie at the High-school, last stop before it returns to it's box and waits for the elementary school run. I go to my 5B class and wait for it to begin. It takes 15 minutes before everyone's in the classroom; My Twinkie shows up early. I'm biting on my arm out of boredom when the teacher starts the lesson. She goes on about the country's government for three-fourths of the class, so I keep on biting until I get an idea for a drawing. It's that Cheetah that haunts my dreams in the exact same pose that I dreamed I was drawing last night. Dejavu. It doesn't really bother me, I seem to experience it a lot. By the time the lecture stops and we actually get some work to do, I've got a good base pose looking up with a faceless ball staring up at me from the page.

I breeze though the worksheets she gives us, and turn it in third in the class. The other two practically had it done 2 minutes after she passed it out. This fact alone sets two names off in my head: Wolfgang and Castiel. Those two are always done quickly. Technically they should have graduated by now, but they stay because of their friends. Wolfgang's an albino cat(which is f*cking awesome in my opinion), a genius, and a killer guitarist/vocalist/drummer/any-other-instrument-ist and an Electokinetic. He's the musical prodigy of the school. Castiel is a silver hedgehog with angel wings, tons of tech, and a IQ that might make even Wolfgang jealous. The two had been friends since grade school, and would do any thing for their friends. Something I wasn't.

I work on my drawing till the bell rings.

Next up in my schedule is SRT. I sit alone and draw. I finish the face and body of the drawing. All that's left for me to do is draw in the markings. Problem is, the Cheetah in my dreams marks seem to flit around her body like birds though a tree, or like starts twinkling though the night. I can't draw that. I resolve to look up pictures of Cheetahs and use those as a basis for the marks on my drawing, then I pop my ear-buds in and try to forget the world till the bell rings. I sit there for almost an hour before it does.

I walk though the halls alone to my next class, band. This is Wolfgang's turf, so I'm even more quiet than normal. That is, until we start playing. Then I lose myself in the fun of it. We play several "Christmas" songs to get ready for the upcoming Fine-Arts Wing play, A Christmas Carol. Original, eh? Mr. Andrew Perkins, aka Perkins, makes it fun with his usual craziness. After we put the tools of music away, I stand around alone, unsure of what to do now. Wolfgang approaches me with Violet and Darcy, one of his best friends and his sister. This surprises me, and why wouldn't it, I'm the nobody of my High-School. At least that's what I thought. Apparently not, as these people look like they want to talk... But can't figure out what to say. I can see the uncertainty in their eyes. Looks like I'm a nobody after all.

"If you're here to try and mess with me, go ahead, I take that kind of stuff daily." I say dryly.

This catches them off guard. I smirk at their expressions, then walk away. I go to the stacks of chairs that grace one of the corners and climb up it. I like to be high, away from the people who shun me. Strangely calming...

I'm interrupted from my calm as Violet lands on the stack next to mine.

"Heya." She says with a tone that promises conversation.

"Hello, bat-winged one." I say with no real interest.

"Why're you up here? My friends want to talk."

"Because I dislike people, as they tend to be complete asses to me."

This causes her to stop and ponder for a second.

"Why would they do that?"

"If I knew, I would tell you." I say, shrugging.

"You would?"

"You and your friends seem different."

"Different how?"

"The looks in your eyes when you first approached me. You seemed unsure of what to say, yet had no hint of malaice in them. I guess you and your friends heard the rumors about me, almost everyone has."

"Yeah... Wait, why'ed you say-" She began

"Some people are good at hiding their intention." I reply quickly, cutting her off.

Silence. It's amazing how comforting silence can be one minute, then how awkward it can be the next.

"Soooo, anywhooooo..." She began.

I look at her with mild interest.

"We were wondering if you'd come to our performance tonight."

"Performance?" I'd never heard of them performing.

"We play after our Fight Club matches."

"Oooooooh..." I say with fake remembrance in my voice.

"You've never stayed that long, have you?"

"No..."

"Have you even been to Fight Club?"

"No..."

"Why not?"

I chuckle darkly.

"Why would I ever go there? I lack any combat skill, and even worse, I have no f*cking powers!"

"No powers!?"

This is practically unheard of in the world we live in. Only a few people are born without powers, and there are many different ways to obtain them. Violet, Wolfgang and Darcy are examples of this. They got thier abilities when experimental nanobots were integrated into their system.

"None."

A couple of kids overhear this, and spread it to the rest of the class quickly. Soon it'll be all around the school. Rumor confirmed. The room fell silent as all stopped to listen to our exchange.

"Have your parents tried everything?"

"Everything. It all failed. Blood transfusions made me feel weak, Element charging just knocked me out, and Divine rituals had no effect other than bringing me harm. We've given up on it..."

Silence was again the only voice heard in the room. After a bit I looked down at my watch.

"12:22. Bell rings for lunch in less than a minute." I say, jumping down from my perch and heading for the door. The crowd parts to let me though, everyone backing away from me like I was a leper.

Fools, I think, ''It's not a disease. It can't be caught.'' I open the door an leave, the bell ringing a split-second after.

I eat alone with the stares of others drilling countless holes into my back. I try and focus on the food in frount of me, but the prospect is impossible with them staring. So, as soon as I manage to get the last of the pizza to slide down my thoat and chug my juice, I leave for the library. The stares follow till I leave the room, then I hear the normal dull roar return behind me.

The walk though the halls is quiet, as normal, as well as the library. I log onto one of the computers and look up cheetah pictures, then add the finishing touches on my drawing. There's something about her that... seems familiar... I think about her for the last of the lunch-break, then head to my Chemistry class.

The student's stare at me as I walk in, confusing the teacher, Mr. Kasak. I just sit down and try to ignore the eyes. Kasak looks at me questioning, then starts the lesson. I enjoy Chem. class, It's simple(to me) and I discuss things frequently with the him. A great distraction from the stares.

School ends with the normal ringing of the bell, and I wait outside for the Twinkies to show up and take me home. Nothing interesting happens in the rest of my day, just the usual blah...

Ch2
The twinkie stops at the highschool and I climb off, dim-faced. I've got a bad feeling about today... and with good reason. The instant I walk into the school I can feel them watching, even if thier eyes aren't on me. The instant I'm out of earshot I know what they'll do. They'll start talking about me behind my back, talking about the lepar that walks though the halls. Figured It'd happen once word got out, but I was still surprised. No expectations or mental preparations would've helped, the impact of being the hated subject of gossip is too great. I guess there's a few people who feel bad for me out there, but I doubt they'll make thier voice heard.

The instant I walk into music tech it gets silent. Even the outgoing Mr. Wright clams up, I'm that much of an outcast now. After a good couple minutes of awkward silence he starts class, and he teaches about soundsystems and signal flow and stuff like that. The lesson passes quickly and my class is left to talk amongest themselves and with the teacher. I sit and doodle, as I can't think of something intentional to draw. I overhear a bit of a conversation dealing with me, but try and ignore it. Hard too though, as it contained a bunch of colorful language. Not the good kind of colorful either...

Class ends and I move on to Pre-calculus. Boring, yet it's interesting. I know, doesn't make sense, but let me explain. Most people would call it a boring subject, yet the teacher seems to make it interesting. Strange, yes, but it helps me get good grades. I finish the assighnment early, and spend the rest of class listening to my ipod.

Lunch rolls around, and I try to eat alone. Needless to say, I failed. I sat down at my usual spot with one of my favorite lunches, and had just started to eat when something felt... different. I knew some people were staring at me, but that wasn't it... I found out a couple seconds later, when I was suddenly surrounded by Wolfgang and his freinds. This was unsettling, so I tried to slip out of there with my lunch. Violet stopped me with a wall of shadow.

"We want to talk." Said the voice I recongnized as Wolfgang's normal.

I reluctantly sat down, being unable to leave. I stayed silent, hoping that they would just leave me be.

"Look... We think we have a solution to your problem." Castiel started...

"Oh?" I say dryly, "Like I haven't heard that one before. Every one of the 'experts' that tried to 'cure' my 'condition' have said that, and it all failed."

This time it was Aquella who spoke.

"We know, Dalton, but you haven't tried everything quite yet. You see what we're planning involves-"

"The nanobots you lot injected with yourselves rewriting my DNA. I know, but it won't work, I know it wont." I finish for her.

This caught her by surprise. While she stuttered, Aisha spoke.

"And you 'know' this how?"

I just notice that the entire lunchroom was quiet. Great, I think, Yet another secret the whole school will know...

"Well?"

"My DNA should have been altered by any of the things I've tried, yet its the same. Tecnically speaking, there's nothing in my genetic makeup that says my fur should have these stripes either."

The room was filled with the sounds of sharp intakes of breath and gasps. If it wasn't DNA that caused the marks, then that left only one option...

... And silence became the only voice in the room. I'm getting tired of hearing silece.

"Now, if you've got something else up your sleeves, tell me now, or else I'm going to go and finish my lunch in piece."

When nobody said anything, I got up, went to another table, and ate my lunch. As soon as I had downed the last of the meal, Konnan came over.

"Look, if you're serious about the marks not being natural, then I know of something that might help you..."

I just give him a blank look.

"... I mean, if they aren't caused by genetics..."

"They aren't, now cut to the chase. I might not 'know you' but I know that you're not acting your normal self. You're on edge, almost afraid."

This got him going, which I was hoping for.

"AFRAID?!!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!!"

"That's what your body language and voice tone said," I say with a knowing smile.

"I'M NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING, GOT THAT?!!!"

"Riiiiiiiiiiiight..." I'm playing him now, having fun with his little outburst.

"ARE YOU DOUBTING ME?!!"

"Yep. You're afraid of me, for some reason I can't grasp, but you're afraid. That little outbust of yours proved me right." I stand up and make for the door at a causual pace. "When you and your frineds are ready to tell me whatever it is you want to tell me, you know where I'll be." With that, I leave the lunchroom for the library once again, leaving Konnan to burn off his rage.

After teh lunch period ends I go to my Literature class. We study grammar most the hour... I hate grammar... that is unless I'm teasing my little brother with it, then I like it.

After Lit. is Video productions. I love this class, because its the one place I can be my crazy true self with other people that tend to act the same way as me. An exelent way to end the day... If the people I normally didn't talk to didn't talk behind my back, that is...

I ride the Twinkie home.

Ch3
I get off the twinkies and into school around normal time. I go to my Government class and draw random figures that somehow made it into my mind while I wait for it to start. Nobody talks to me in the halls, but can still feel the stares or the passerby.

Looks like I'm not a nobody any more.

I sit though my Government lesson, drawing random figures that somehow made their way into my head while half paying attention. After the lesson ends and we're aloud to get to work, the teacher calls me over with a worried look. I immidiately think that the rumors have finally been brought to the teacher's attentions as I walk over. I was right.

"Look... I... I don't know how to say this..."

"Then let me save you the trouble. No, I have no powers, and no, I have no bullying problems." I say dryly.

It was a short exchange, extremely short, but it seemed to have an impact on teh students in the classroom. Most of them had heard the rumors, but now they had undeniable proof. They started to wisper amongest themselves, but it wasn't the hard wispers I was used to hearing... Wolfgang and friends approched me after I sat back down.

"That probably wasn't the smartest move, stripes." Castiel wispered once he sat down. "Now that people know you don't have a problem, they're more than likly going to start trying to give you one."

I couldn't deny the logic in those words, but they weren't quite on the money with my situation... "Technically, I do have a problem."

They looked at me surpized-like. All of them except Wolfgang. "You're talking about the exclusion, right?"

Now it was my turn to look surprized. "Y-you-"

"Yep, I've done some looking into your... er... I guess you'd call it your 'social standing' in the school. You barely speak to anyone unless they start speaking to you, and even then you try and give short answers."

I stare at him, dumbfounded.

"You hate PE, thus haven't gone past the required one year of credit," he continued, "You love drawing and are great at cartooning, yet haven't taken an art course since 7th grade. You enjoy music and playing your trumpet, and have just started taking Music Tech this year. You also have gotten into Video productions, and are most social in that Class."

"H-how-"

"And then lets not forget that whole 'not having any powers' thing hanging over your sholders. That brings us to a solution we think we found, and that we've been trying to tell you for the past couple of days: Fight Club."

"What the hell does a book have to do with me?!" I ask, having finally found my voice.

Violet laughs at my ignorace. "Not the book, stripes, its an orginization that the students of the area started!"

Castiel starts explaining before I can ask any questions. "Basically its a place where people can gather fight. It doesn't matter why they're fighting, just so long as they don't kill thier opponet. It helps relieve stress, anger, fustration, and helps make friends. The fights are set up to be fair, and if any rule of that fight in peticular is broken, then a veteran steps in. There's always several skilled healers on hand to prevent lasting damage and to removi any injuries that might cause concern to parents."

I think this over. "No."

"What?"

"I won't go."

"Why?"

"Because its pointless. I have no powers, thus will get the snot beat out of me. Also, my parents would never alow me to go to something like this."

The three look at me, surprized I brought up parents. After a while, Violet says what the others looked like they wanted to say. "Then lie to them."

"No." I growl, which is uncommon for me.

"Why?" Castiel asks, a look of genuine curiousity on his face.

"Because they deserve better!" I snap. The bell rings, and I leave quickly.

SRT rolls along. Nothing happens. Boredom takes over my brain. I chew on my arm untill I get an idea for a drawing: a flame in the style of my marks. Unfortunaltely, I get done with the drawing quickly, leaving me bored yet again...

Band class was the usual music and theory that we normaly cover. I play my bent up piece of brass happily, as I always do. Trumpeting is the only thing that makes me happier than drawing. Perkins dispands the practice early and calls me over. I know where this is headed...

After my talk with Perkins I wander over to a corner. Bad idea. Almost instantly I'm surrounded by Wolfgang and friends. I look around. No escape routes.

Wolfgang speeks up first. "We didn't get to finish our talk earlier, so lets finish it now."

"I've got nothing more to say, Wolfgang."

"Oh? Well we've got some questions."

Not seeing another option, I almost say "Fire away," But then I notice someone in the group. A bat. A familiar bat. The bat I talk to in Video Productions. The bat known as Kyle. He waves at me after he notice's my surprize. "Heya Dalton."

"What are you doing here?!"

He looks down at himself, then back up at me. "Standin' here, talking to you."

"No, what are you doing in this class?! You aren't in band!"

"I'm skipping Lit and Comp, and hanging around with you guys."

I shake may head at him, but say nothing.

(more later)