“What is your name?” timid, I can’t believe I said it. I’d never known another boy’s name. This wasn’t ever done.
There was a period of hesitation. We walked on in silence. He then moved closer to me and I felt his hand across the front of my leg about an inch or two from the area where my legs came together. This was not a caress, but a hand which seemed to have a purpose. As he lightly tightened the grip on my leg he spoke quietly, intensely.
“Seven,”
The combination of the name with the hand on my leg as we walked created some type of surge inside me. People didn’t see it as it was just his hand masked by our robes as we walked. I had never felt anything like this before. Mentally, physically, something was happening. It felt like something was building inside of me. Then he removed his hand and turned in the opposite direction.
“It’s going to happen, Princess, but a bit later.”
“Okay,”
I turned around and began to walk back to my class. It was still lunch, so I had time. They let us walk the halls at lunch, but no one talked as we walked. Maybe, more went on than I thought. I wanted to talk to someone, anyone, but we had chosen not to talk. I thought of the parallex room and wanted to go there again. I thought of the girl in my class and it created strange feelings in me. It was as if I had feelings between my legs. Maybe, I should touch myself there. I couldn’t do it in my cubicle because they watched you on monitors and would actually come on the speakers and tell you not to do something if they didn’t like it. It was embarrassing to have them talk to you at all. I decided to wait and see.
The next day, he was outside my class and nodded slightly to me. I followed him and we soon got into halls I was unfamiliar with. Then there was the door, this time leading to a long hall without windows or doors. At the end was a door which he opened for me. Inside was a room with no windows or doors. He walked to the far wall and he put his hand against it. When he pushed an opening appeared and we went in. It was the same parallex room as before and people were seated against the wall on benches or at tables. It was misty dark, but I could make out the people. I looked at them more carefully than the time before. I saw that some of them had their hoods down and were talking. I could see their faces. What were they talking about? Why were their faces exposed?
As we walked through the room, I saw that some were pushing their lips together and rubbing each other’s bodies through their robes. I remembered how it had felt when he did it to me. I wanted him to do it again. We passed two girls doing it to each other. I thought of the girl in my class. I thought of pushing my lips against hers, of feeling her body. I put it out of my mind as he sat down on one of the benches against the wall. He rubbed his lips against mine and it felt good. I felt his hands go to my shoulders, then to my neck. He pressed lightly on my neck, putting his hands around it. I didn’t move. He squeezed more tightly and I felt it becoming harder to breath. Then he stopped. He lifted my hood and took it off my head. It was strange to not feel it, to be able to look around and see the room and the people. A lot of them had stopped what they were doing and were looking at me. Not angrily, but with more amused and friendly looks. I felt his hands go to my shoulders and gently taking my robe in each hand, he began to slowly pull it down . Soon it was at my waist, my whole upper body was exposed. I was surprised, but I didn’t do anything. My breasts were small, but well shaped and the nipples were still a little girl’s pink. He rose and taking me by the hand, led me over to a table with others sitting at it. We sat down and he began to talk to them. Nobody said anything to me or seemed to think it strange that my small breasts were exposed . They talked about classes at school and some of the teachers. They talked about pyro-rock and the suicide clubs. They talked about the occultists and if it was really true what they said was happening in a dark side of the world. I listened and it felt good. Why had I never done this before? No one ever did. They even laughed aloud at times. It felt good.
He looked up at a clock on the wall and suddenly got up taking my hand.
“It’s time to go Princess, remember the time.”
“Okay.”
We went out through another hall and before I pulled my gown back up, he turned and put his lips against mine. It was soft and only for a second. He turned and walked through the door. I lifted my gown up and followed him. I was back in the hall, but this time I knew where I was. On my way to my class, I thought of him and of the people in the room. I almost began to understand why they were talking with each other. I wanted to go there again. Suddenly, I saw a crowd ahead. People were not walking, but standing. Nobody ever stood anywhere, we were always moving when in the halls. I walked up to the crowd and looked in at what they were looking at. It was a large group of bodies lying on the floor. Blood was flowing from under many of them. The blood was forming a small pool on the floor. Some of the bodies were twisted and contorted, whereas others looked serene, as if they had just lay down for a rest. There was a small ledge that ran along the hall about thirty-five feet up. In the corners there was a lattice brickwork pattern and it was possible to climb up to the ledge. Suicide club, they had all jumped together holding hands. From the few robes drawn aside, I could see that they were all girls, all about fourteen. There was also a small monitor among the bodies. It was on and I looked at the patterns it was displaying. It might be the internet. The internet had been outlawed after the porn wars, but had been one of the major tools of the suicide clubs. Some say certain groups still broadcast information. Maybe that was what this was. I looked at the strange patterns on the screen and began to feel a slight pain. The patterns changed and it was physically hard to look away. I didn’t really want to look away, but the pain was increasing. It was as if it was engulfing my being. I felt it begin to spread throughout me. It was getting stronger when suddenly I felt an arm around my waist. It was Seven and he pulled me away from the monitor. He led me a few feet away where it was hard to see it. Then he went back and began to pull other students away. He would move them a few feet away and then return and get others. Soon he a pulled a good number of students away and he went over and covered the monitor with one of the robes on the bodies. The few students he hadn’t pulled away collapsed as he covered the monitor.
“I think they’ll make it,” he said as we walked away.
“ Was that a suicide club? Was that the internet?”
“Yes, both.”
“I thought they were illegal.”
“They are.”
We walked until we got to my class. I lifted my head slightly to look at him.
“Bye,” he said quietly. No one ever used that word. Why would there be a need to, we didn’t talk. I didn’t say anything as he walked away. But, as I moved to my seat I thought about him. I thought about the suicide club and the young girl’s bodies and the blood. I thought about the internet and the strange pain. When I see him again I’m going to ask him what it was that I had felt watching the colors and designs on the monitor.
My regular teacher looked up as I moved toward my seat. I Lifted my head just slightly, just enough that he might get a brief glance of my face. I lowered it again when I sat down. The girl next to me had her head down and seemed to be listening to pyro-rock. Instead of turning the music up, I listened to what he was saying.
“There are good people and there are bad people in the world. The trick is to tell who is which. Be careful, not everyone is who he seems to be, matter of fact, most people aren’t who they seem to be. “
I looked at him from below my hood. He was looking at me while he talked and seemed to slightly smile when I looked at him. I looked down quickly, not sure of what to feel.
I felt the girl next to me stand up. I felt her move around behind me and felt her hands go around my neck. Then she stopped, reached down and lifted my gown until it was around my waist. My legs and the area between them were exposed. She took my hand and moved it over the hair between my legs. At first I just left my hand there, not moving it. Then I slowly began to rub myself. It felt good. She put her hands back around my neck and began to squeeze. As I rubbed, I began to feel the same feelings I had felt when he touched me in the hall. It felt like something was building inside of me. It felt good and I didn’t want to stop. I rubbed a bit faster. I found a place that caused even stronger feelings and rubbed it more. Her hands were tightening around my neck and it was getting harder to breathe. I leaned my head back and looked up at her. She was looking down at me without any real expression. As I rubbed harder and she tightened her hands, she leaned down and put her lips against mine. The minute she did this an incredible wave of feeling shot through me. My body tightened, her hands tightened, my body exploded and darkness engulfed me.
When I woke up, my head was on the desk, my robe was arranged as it had been when I came in, and the hologram teacher was on. The girl next to me was listening to music or watching the lesson on her monitor. I thought about what had happened. I had never felt anything like that before. I didn’t even know you could feel something like that.
I needed to go to the parallex room. I needed to talk to someone. That night I took a happiness pill and dreamed about nice clouds and sunsets. We didn't go outside anymore. The sky was usually dark and it was actually dark out most of the time. It was also cold and unpleasant almost all the time. If often rained, so it was not nice to be outside. Everything we needed was contained in the school. But, my dreams made me happy and when I went to my classes the next day I felt serene and calm.
He was waiting near the door to my class. I did something I had never done before. I spoke to him in a quiet voice that only the two of us could hear.
"Hi Seven."
"Hi Princess, come with me."
I followed him through the halls to the area of the school I didn't know. We turned into a hall that was actually deserted. No students were in that hall. He walked up to the wall and pushed through it. We were back in the parallex room. The people were sitting around as before. This time, I was more comfortable. I felt almost as if I knew the others even though I didn't. It was a good feeling, something I had never felt before.
He led me to a bench and we sat down. He reached up and lowered my hood so that my face was exposed. I didn't feel uncomfortable this time. I also saw that a good number of others near us had their hoods down. Some were talking in small groups. One girl sat alone and had taken her gown completely off. I looked at her body. She was rubbing herself between her legs and moaning. Everyone seemed to be ignoring her.
"Ask me your questions," he said drawing my attention away from the girl.
"What was that I saw on the monitor?"
"That was a suicide club web site. They figured out how to use patterns and images to create pain. The pain gets worse until they then change it to make you feel relief, but the relief sends a message that you should kill yourself, and even more importantly, kill yourself with others. You can't look away and if you cover the monitor you will collapse. Usually, you will recover if you haven't been watching too long. Once they complete the cycle, your main thoughts are only about finding others and killing yourself. It was made illegal, but some of the clubs have survived and are able to broadcast until they get caught and the site is destroyed."
I thought about what he said and it all made sense. We were not afraid of death. We didn't think about it, but it didn't scare us either.
"Come with me, we have to talk to some people," he said as he lifted my robe until I was exposed from the waist down this time. He tucked my robe in around my waist so it stayed up. I wondered if I should touch myself. It didn't seem like I should.
We got up and walked over to a table where others were seated. We sat down and he reached over and spread my legs apart so everyone could see. People looked at me, but then resumed talking. They were more serious than before. I listened to what they were saying.
"Somehow they must have found out about us."
"No, that's impossible, if they knew they would send the bots in and we'd all be sent to the nurse."
"Not necessarily. Maybe, they're more devious than we think. Maybe, they're sending messages. Maybe, it's one at a time to really scare us and get us to disband."
"You know, that makes sense, why would only one be cut?"
"Do we know who is doing it? Do we even know what happened?"
"His body was drained of blood and he was cut open from the neck to the legs. No blood at all anywhere."
"Who was it?"
"Moniker."
"Who was it last month?"
"It was a Lisa."
I recognized the girl's name as one of the few girl's names used, but the boy I didn't know. There were too many boy's names. I was trying to understand what they were saying.
"Who do you think is doing it and how are they doing it?"
"Maybe it's an occultist."
"Well, one thing for sure, they must know about this room and who we are."
"It's scary."
"Let's not think about it anymore today. Our mega-group it working on it. If there are answers, they'll find them."
They began to talk again, but this time about the things that they had talked about before. I watched them, not knowing if I should say anything. I wondered if I could touch myself. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure. My legs were still apart and my robe was still tucked up around my waist. As they talked, the girl next to me cautiously reached over and slowly began to rub my theigh. The others saw her, but didn't stop talking. She rubbed higher and soon had her hand between my legs. It felt good, but was so soft in her touch that I felt only small tinges of what I had felt before. It was nice and soothing though as she rubbed me. Seven leaned over and put his mouth on mine.
"This is called kissing," he said quietly as he pulled away from my face.
"I like it, can we do it more?" "Yes, but we have to go now, remember the time." I was enjoying what the girl next to me was doing, but I knew he was right. As I stood up, the girl looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, but I'm not sure why. We rarely smiled and never laughed. It felt good to smile and to see her smile. I adjusted my robe and hood back to normal as we left.
Soon, I was back at the door to my class. My real teacher looked at me as I came in. The other studens had their heads down. He walked over to me and quietly dropped a small folded piece of paper in my lap. We rarely saw paper, everything was electronic. But, it did still exist, I had never felt it though. I let it sit on my lap, not sure of what to do. The girl next to me was absorbed in her pyro-rock and didn't lift her head. I reached down and took the paper and pushed it under the folds in my robe. I held it there until my real teacher had left and the hologram came on. The hologram teachers could see us if they wanted to, but there were so many students and so many classrooms that they were connected to that it was impossible to watch everyone. So they didn't and we knew that. I took a chance that we were not being watched and reached down and unfolded the paper. The message on it was hand written. I had seen examples of handwriting before on my monitor, but I had never seen it in real life. It looked strange, but was easy to read.
"I need to see you outside of the classroom. I need to help you. Destroy this."
I read it again to make sure of what it said. I crumpled the paper into my hand and held it for the rest of the class. I took it with me to my cubicle, keeping it clinched in my hand all the way. When I got there I was able to furtively flush it down the toilet. We didn't have anyplace else to get rid of something as we never had anything to throw away. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't afraid to see him, I felt calm with him. I didn't care that he had seen what the girl in the classroom had done to me. Actuallly, for some reason I wanted him to see it. I didn't know what to do. I guess I'll just wait and see what happens.
The next day Seven was near my classroom as I approached it. He gave a slight motion and walked away. I followed him and we soon ended up in the parallex room. A slightly different route, but similar to the others. Once there, we sat down on a bench as before and he pulled my hood down. He kissed me and pushed my cloak down to my waist as before. I felt him begin to caress my breasts. My nipples began to harden and I began to feel the same building excitement as I had felt before with the girl in my class. But, this time it was slower. I did not reach over to touch him. I knew he didn’t really want me to. We had learned about it in science class. A long time ago someone had plotted out the whole human genome pattern. Once scientists knew how everything was dependent on everything else in our genetic make-up, they could start to manipulate things. But, the process of evolution still had to be used for any of their changes to be completed. My generation was the result of what had been changed years ago, but had only now finally come to full fruition. They changed our genetic makeup and the boys became much calmer and docile and didn’t think of physical pleasure. The girls seemed a bit more aggressive and more sensative to physical feelings. There were still people around who this process would never evolve any further in and they still acted as people had before the process matured.
Recently, I noticed that girls liked to touch themselves and each other, but boys didn’t really like it or dislike it, they just didn’t do it. Boys were able to touch girls to make them feel good, but girls didn’t usually touch boys and boys didn’t seem to want to be touched. I wanted to touch Seven between his legs. They had showed us pictures of what boys had there, but I had never seen a real one or certainly touched one. It was more of curiosity than anything else. Maybe later I thought.
He continued to rub my breasts and nipples for a little while when one of the people from the table we had been sitting at before came over.
“Come to the table, we have some news.”
We went over and sat down. My robe was still around my waist and my pink nipples were still hard. Seven lifted my robe until it was over my shoulders. Nobody said anything to me, but the girl sitting next to me who had touched me before, smiled at me. I smiled back and it felt good.
“The mega-group came up with a idea using opposite theory.”
I had heard slightly of opposite theory. It was a complex series of algorithms which depended upon the relationship of opposites. Only people on the level of genetic geniuses could understand and apply it. The smarter people were genetically manipulated to be super geniuses. I didn’t know any who went to this school, they generally went to a special school to learn how to run everything else. Maybe, this mega-group is made up of them and they are hiding in my school.
“They have concluded that a threat to us exists and the threat is on some kind of metphysical level, or it is being made to seem that way to throw us off. Our mega-group is trying to operate on that level to determine the source of the threat, but it is very complex and apparently occultists are involved in the masking of the threat. They’ll work it out, but who knows when,”
“Also, who knows when it will happen again to one of us?”
There was a silence at the table as people thought. I though of the suicide club bodies and then of the way the two bodies of the people from this room had been cut and drained of blood. I wondered what had happened to them. Then one of the boys at the table looked at me and said,” we are scaring Princess, she doesn’t have enough time here yet to be one of us, she’s probably not involved in the threat yet.”
“You’re right,” I heard Seven say, “come, we should leave now.”
He took me back to the halls using another route. It was two days later when another body was found. This time it was a girl, a Moonbeam. Her body was sliced down the front and there was no blood. This time she was found at what I recognized as one of the ways to the parallex room from the main hallways. Nothing was done about it, as occultists were usually responsible for strange things like that. No one wanted to try and figure out the occultists.
My real teacher had taken to smiling at me when I came in. Sometimes I would lift my head a little and let him briefly see my face. Nothing was mentioned of the note and I wondered what would come of it if anything. The girl next to me didn’t pay any attention to me until one day while my real teacher was talking she suddenly stood up and walked over to me. I thought maybe she was going to kiss me. I wanted her to, so I lifted my head. Instead, she lifted her robe to her waist. I thought I knew what she wanted so I reached up and began to rub her lightly between her legs. She seemed to like it for awhile, but then she reached down and gently moved my hand away. She stepped closer to me and I felt her hand cup the back of my head. She pulled my head toward her until my mouth was in the hair between her legs. I didn’t know what to do. What did she want me to do? Maybe she wants me to kiss her there. I started to do that when I heard her say very softly, “use your tongue.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant at first. I began to lick her with my tongue. She began to moan softly and move a bit against my tongue. The more I did it, the more she moaned. Suddenly, her body went tense and I felt a wetness with my tongue. She stepped away and I looked up at her. She looked at me with that expressionless look. She walked back to her desk and I saw that my real teacher had walked over and was standing next to me. He reached down and cupped my chin in his hand as he lifted my head so he could see my face. His hand felt gentle on my chin.
He motioned with his other hand for me to come with him. I had never stood up before in class except to enter and leave the room. No one ever stood up during class. I didn’t know what he wanted, but I was not afraid. Maybe, he could give me some answers? Maybe, he knew about the dead students? Maybe, he could help? I followed him to the door. No one else in the class lifted a head. No one saw us. The chime sounded and he opened the door and went out into the hall. I followed him. I had never been in the hall without other students, but for some reason I wasn’t worried. He seemed to be good to me somehow.
He reached into his briefcase and removed a bright cloth like thing. I think I recognized it from a science lesson many years ago. They were outlawed and not mentioned in the classes today. Years ago someone started experimenting with a material that not only reflacted light, but took it in and projected it on the opposite side of an object that it was covering. Because you not only saw what was going on in front of you, you also saw what was being projected from behind the object you were looking at. Essentially, this made the object look invisible as long as the cloth covered the it.
He took the cloth and draped it over me. It covered me all the way to the floor. Not even my black sandles showed. I could faintly see through the fabric, but things were murky. He put his arm around my waist and began to move me forward with him. Suddenly, I saw the bots coming toward us. Two of them with pointed darts. It scared me, but he tightened his hand on my waist and we walked right by them. Bots did not bother real teachers and I doubt if any of the hologram teachers were in this building.
We walked through the empty halls until we came to a door like others I had seen throughout the school. It had a sign reading “No Students,” and a fingerprint, eye-scan security pod. He took the material off of me and placed his hand in the reader as he leaned up to the eye-scan. The door soon opened and he gently pushed me through. The door closed behind me, but soon opened again and he came in.
“Major flaw in security,” he said.
We were in a long hall, not as wide as the halls in the school. There were open doors along the hall. As we walked along, I looked in the rooms. Most of them seemed empty, but then one had a lot of people in it. Some of them moved to the door as we passed. They were male teenagers, but they were different from the rest of us. Instead of black robes and hoods, they had painted faces. Some were dark colors, while others were painted with bright colors. But, their whole faces were painted with only the eyes and mouth left plane. Their robes were also streaked with colors. One seemed to be making some type of weird signals with his fingers toward me. My real teacher looked at him and seemed to nod no. We walked on.
Down the hall, a group of people had come out of a room and were milling around in the hall. It was almost as if they were waiting for us. As we got to them, I noticed that they were all young girls and their faces were also painted. But, unlike the boys, they were painted in white. Only their eyes and mouths were unpainted. The thing I noticed most though were their eyes. They all had a gazed, far-away look to them. They wore white loose tunics which were slit to the waists in front and under the arms on the side. They were also slit along the sides from their ankles to their waists. I could see that not only were their faces painted white, but their whole bodies seemed to be painted. One girl’s tunic had slipped off her shoulder revealing her small breast. I saw that only her pink nipple was not painted white. I wondered if she was painted white between her legs or not. We wore black makeup on our eyes and lips and even some strange people painted their faces white, but that was all the body coloring we did.
We began to make our way through the group until suddenly two girls took my arms and began to gently move me back toward their door. My real teacher spoke out loud.
“No.”
They slowly dropped their arms and I walked back to him. We came to a door which was closed. He opened it and we went into a large white room. The room was enormous, but there was only a couch, a small table and two comfortable chairs. Everything was white and for some strange reason, something seemed to be pulsing. Maybe it was the walls or the floor or the lighting, but something seemd to be pulsing. It’s hard to tell what it was, but it was there, I felt it.