I walked down a long porcelain tiled hall towards a gray door. Nurses with carts, and trays moved around at different speeds. I asked the doctor next to me if he could be let out. Looking down at his manilla folder, he said very rigidly, ‘ This new information shows he was not completely delusional, and Chris has made a lot of progress in the last year, but the event that brought him here was still a psychological break down, and he will probably need to stay admitted for at least a few more months.’ He stopped in front of the door, looked up with a friendly glance, closed the folder, and with his large ring of keys unlocked the door. Chris sat on his bed in uniformed blue pajamas, and looked at me when I came through the door. In warm tone he softly said, ‘Hey” I sat down on the bed next to him and put my hand on his back and told him, ‘Its ok, we got’em.’
 

2004-9-20   Wills

We spent the last few days going through all the remaining red folders. Reminded me of all the nights guzzling down soda as I worked with the New Kid. My parents are pulling me out of school for a few weeks because they think I have been working too hard at school this summer. KABIRA and I found out that they were taking blood samples from students with powerful abilities, using it to make this cocktail of blood that when injected in someone else would give them an incredible amount of power. The idea was to make themselves so strong that when they made a sudden attack, no one would be strong enough to stop them. They would then decide to take control or destroy the school, all this in the style of the 1928 siege. They took some of Will^^s blood, yet he could not handle the injection because it does not work if you have some blood of the person being injected in the cocktail, so it killed him. Thats why they took KABIRA. She was strong, and was not in the cocktail, but she got out before they could test her. Once we got everything we think we could from those files, we burned them as well as the first red folder that started this all in a fire on an open field behind the school. KABIRA through the last file in the fire, and while staring at that first file burn she told me she is going to leave Psychic High School. I got it, she has been hanging on to a life which was gone a long time ago, and I think she just finally saw it. I asked her where she was going but all she would say was that, “There has been something I have been neglecting for a while.” I may not know where she is going but I wish her luck. Most people will never remember The New Kid, but I will, and I think, thats enough.
 

2004-9-18   KABIRA

It use to just be about fitting in, finding your spot in a place for people who do not fit anywhere else. But I think as people get older they realize friendship is more then that. Together we walked tools and weapons in hand through the night. Reaching the rubble, silently we began moving rocks looking for a way in, only as the new kid moved the last stone I noticed his hands were trembling.
We entered through an air vent, and mazed our way through a metal panel shaft until we reached a hall vent. As soon as we dropped to the ground I took a deep breath, and I directed new kid, and Wills forward towards the wall. New Kid bubbled us quietly through the wall, behind a shelf mounted with opaque glass. We watched as all the Tong came through the real door, most looking fairly normal, all with medallions around their necks. I tightened my fist as Jean walked in, she had the same look of honesty, someone you could trust, I just wanted to get her right then. She had a medallion, meaning we could not use her as a port to infect the network. Once assembled, each started disappearing, all we could do is continue with the plan and hope it would still work. With little time left, I motioned to Wills to hand me the medallion. Searching through the bag I watched each Tong vanish, leaving less and less members unprotected from the medallion network. Finally the new kid, before I could react took the bag, pulled it out, and ran out in the open towards Jean. With seven or so Tong left visible, he threw the medallion on Jean just as she vanished. This black, hole remained which pulled in The new kid and everything in that area to fill the small void until it was too much and was replaced with a burst of light throwing out Jean. Things did not work as we planned, most of the Tong had been vaporized, except Jean and the few who had not entered the network. I jumped from behind the shelf, and rocketed towards Jean. I violently kicked her over, pulling a knife from my pocket I lifted her by the neck, with the knife in my hand I shouted my usual plea. Coughing, she tilted her eyes in my direction, in what seemed to be an honest tone, ‘ You do not have any psychic, or magical powers, I always liked you for that. You were on the outside of this. Thats why I was going to benefit you with all the knowledge we gained here.’ ‘WHERE!’ I heaved. ‘He was strong,’ she started, ’but the power we tried to give him was took much and it killed him.’ I was just so frustrated by that point, I was ready to do anything. Wills had been keeping away the other Tong, but came over to try and stop me. He was going to push us apart and gripped Jeans arm, when at that moment she convulsed and fell to the ground. One of the Tong in the room was telekinetic, because he picked up a knife out of my bag from the other side of the room, slicing threw the air towards Wills. Jean got up, jumping in the way, taking the full it, knocking her down. Bending over her, the last thing she said was, ‘He’s the one,’ then her head fell to the ground. Realizing that the new kid was dead, Wills thrusted out all his energy in a blinding light that knocked down and injured the rest of the Tong enough to retreat. We picked up all the files we could find, setting up charges through the subterranean parts of the building, and finished the job that Chris started. Clearing the water from my eyes I hit the trigger. From the other side of the street, as we watched the rubble of the building burn, I thought this is a memorial that Will^^ would have really liked.
 

2004-9-4   KABIRA

The three of us are ready for the Tong. The plan is to try to see ALL the members of the Tong, (know thy enemy and all) and no better place then a big meeting. The New Kid came up with the idea of using the medallion system. He took some rare crystal from the geology building and fused it into the medallion. The idea is to destroy the network, making us able to see who was there. From what the group learned, we know they met at two week intervals, but we still did not know where they met. But thats when it came to me, I had always wondered why Chris blew up the building dedicated to Will^^, I thought he just was crazy. But maybe that is the building they meet in. The storm that Will^^ started caused random damage throughout the campus, so much that they could tear down one building associate its destruction to the storm, then without questioning have it rebuilt, except now with some added subterranean levels, perfect for a secret organization. We are proceeding to the rubble of Will^^s memorial. I think everyone has questions that are never answered, Will^^. I mean I just hope mine are.
 

2004-9-3   Nala

Here it is late at night and I had mistaken that the two boys that were asleep were actually a guy and a girl. One seem to me older then High school age that I could tell the other one I am Unsure about. It seemed that they both were still sleeping I was hoping that one would wake up so I could ask them about something that I had notice while I was signing up to attend this school. But at last it's been Two days so far and No one has woken up let alone come to talk to me.

I am begin to wonder If coming to this school was such a good idea. I admit that I am so knew most people would rather ignore me but at least I am not being picked on and tease like I was before coming to this school. I just hope that being ignored is caused by the admins puting my school Registry in a Red color Folder.
 

2004-8-23   the new kid

Posting where our lives take us use to just be a challenge in sentence structure, but today shows how far away we have come from that. For the time at least it looks like the journals have been wiped clean (hopefully they still back them up), probably because the Tong does not want any more leaks. It looks like they are coming for the kill, and if we do not move fast, the three of us are going to be as non-existent as my youth. I was kind of prepared for this, its funny why someone like me would pay for a reading when psychics surround me all day. It was one of those really still nights, and I had gone out for a long walk. Deep down my path I happened to look up from my shoes to see a pink glowing sign breaking the darkness. “Psychic”, I read as I entered the door. She told me that something was coming, that it was interesting. I said, what is? Your future is very much set until you come to this one choice, and I think I know what choice I will make. KABIRA, and Wills are sleeping, and we are almost ready. But we will make it, if I have learned anything at this place, its, youth may be fleeting, but friendship never will be.
 

2004-8-11   Wills

No one got much sleep. KABIRA slipped into town late last night and brought back some needed food from a 24 hour Diner and I was up spending time using what knowledge I gained from the group translating parts of the medallion. We were working and eating out in the open woods when it started to rain and my RA spent most of the night keeping an energy bubble up around us so we could stay dry. The medallion is kinda like a psychic ID. The medallion knows the difference between when the owner (Jean) is holding it and when someone else is. The medallion links with a series of others, and when the full network is complete, everyone that has one appears to be invisible. The negative is anyone with a medallion in the area not linked with the rest, well thats the part I am still not really clear about, but I know enough to say you dont want to be in that situation. KABIRA found some information about the origin of these medallions. In one of the books we found a picture of it with a caption written in the same language that is on the medallion itself. Of course these things were made by the Tong. They were inspired after a more ancient psychic cult that link their abilities together by carrying a number of fused crystals. The one theme which has been seen over and over again is that there has never been a Tong who also does magic. If you look back into Psychic High School history, after 1928 there was more changed to the schools reconstructed system then allowing boys in. They were having trouble getting a fair sized student body so they expanded their applicants to allow boys, and people with magical ability. Maybe this is what they find wrong with the school?
 

2004-8-9   the new kid

KABIRA has been showing Wills and me techniques with some of her weapons incase it ever comes to it. My eyes were dry from reading, and I started rubbing them to moisten them up. I looked up for the first time in the last few hours across the wooden stump (that we were working on) to see Wills and KABIRA tiredly reading. I just thought how young they looked, kids in almost over there heads. I started thinking well when I was that young... And thats when it hit me I feel as old as I look. Tilting my head forward and sliding my hands through my gray hair, no longer am I the kid in an old persons body, I am just an old man past his prime. Wills startled me by breaking the long undisturbed silence. What about the jewelry thing they found at Jeans house? KABIRA blurted, the group has that. Then he responded, Not exactly, I wanted to take a look at it so I sneaked it out of the room it was being kept in, and before I could put it back I got into that little fight with them. So thats where we are now, we have put a lot of books aside and are concentrating on the medallion and seeing if it can help us. We need all the help we can get. We have to stop the Tong now, its that or we spend the rest of our days hiding in the woods.
 

2004-8-5   KABIRA

Four nights ago I was hungry and decided to go to the kitchen. The place still being new to me, I made a wrong turn and went into the meeting room, walking in on Wills and a few group members in an argument. One of them grabbed Wills arm but he pulled away, taking a few steps back. I watched as light dragged around Wills like he was a black hole. The room dimmed as his light quickly grew until he became the only source of illumination. He reached this blinding moment before all the energy came bursting out, breaking the windows and throwing everyone in the room against the walls. As I looked up I saw him jumping through the broken window. I came to my feet just as the group members did. They were starting to yell when I ran towards them, fighting and knocking them out. (Thats what happens when you spend your time developing your mind and not your body.) I grabbed the scroll lying on the table, put it in my back pocket, and jumped through the back window running after Wills. Yelling towards the now dim light I quickly catched up grabbing him as we tumbled towards the ground. He told me that scroll they found at the dance said he was going to bring down the school, so he had a nervous reaction and popped out his light momentarily. At this point he figured out I was on his side but that we had to keep moving, I said, “ We are in-between two major groups, and at the moment they are both against us.” Although a risk we decided to go to the only person we could trust, the new kid. We sneaked through the woods into town, used a pay phone and got him to meet us in the local pizza place, “Yum Yum Pizza” twenty minutes later. Still hungry, we ordered some pizza, and explained what was going on when the new kid got there. First we figured out a hidden place in the woods where we could hide. Then the new kid went back to his dorm getting his computer and all the research we had not given to the group and my weapons. We know the Tong, but we have to figure out what they are doing. Why I am continuing to post when I am trying hide is for a very morbid reason. In case someone does get to us, everything we know wont be lost. One of us will post soon.

KABIRA


 

2004-7-4   Wills

Back in 1998 my scout group was invited to Washington D.C. for a Fourth of July celebration. We were there as representatives of the Boy Scouts of America, met our state Senator and were present at the fireworks next to the monuments. Tonight I sit in the TV room at the headquarters Group, with KABIRA watching the fireworks show from New York. The room is scarcely decorated, and if it were not for the size of this place, I would call their headquarters a shack. Saturday night was different. I was in my dorm room with no idea of what I was going to do on the fourth. Sitting on my bed I thought I could go rent the movie 1776, but then I would have to find a TV to watch it on. I got an email from some of the energy manipulation kids to go out on the lawn and make their own personal light show, but their abilities work slightly different then mine, and I did not feel like it. I got up and walked over to the Prez side of the room, thought I would snoop around a bit and maybe find out more about him. So I went to open a dresser draw, and was empty, then the one bellow that, it was empty too, the whole thing was. Looking around I realized he has no personal items, just a few things on top of his desk! I knew there was something strange about him. I waited until he came back, and when he came through the door, I jumped him and tied him down. I was about to ask him who he was when he disintegrated in front of me, only leaving a note with the image of psychic high with a lightning built going through it, the Tong. The message said “A deception he was, a camera within a person.” A stupid line, but basically all he was, was a security camera. I checked it out The Vice President of the school does not have a son. I quickly packed my things and went to the Group. You might think that this was a bad 4th considering I went from 1998 to a shack. But beyond being a little standoffish KABIRA is cool to talk to. I just wish 1998 could have been as fun as tonight.
 

2004-6-30   Wills

Things seem to be getting oddly climactic, and its time for me to leave, or it should be. I have already called my parents twice to say that I have a few extended projects to finish and to change my tickets home. I cant leave now, all my roommates except the vice prez son have left. The extra space, and little questions about what I am doing is great, but as Prez has been the whole year, he is creeping me out. It is really strange with him he almost never talks. Sometimes at night I am typing at my computer, I look over my shoulder and staring at me is Prez lit by the purple light from my lava lamp. My RA got the stuff the Tong were hiding, and the group are looking at it. Until they examine what was found at the dance, there is little to do. The Group suggested that I leave the dorm, for my protection, but I think I am ok. Hey I was a Boy Scout, and we are always prepared. Either way I have reached a small lull in this climactic moment. They have a handful of TVs on school grounds, but I do not feel like watching some stupid reality show or teen drama anyway.
 

2004-6-28   the new kid

Generally my recent life has been fairly anti-social, have not been running to the parties, staying out late, mostly because it would look strange for a man appearing to be in his 50’s dancing with teenage girls. (When thinking about it, I was not very social even when it would not have seemed like my date was my grand daughter.) But this weekend was an interesting change of pace. It was the First Annual End-of-the-year-dance. (Catchy title, if only I came up with it myself…) It had to be moved to the old Psychic High School Dance Hall because they are fixing some holes in the school gym. They were hesitant to have it there because the place is supposed to be haunted, but it was the only building with enough floor space. The Tong was counting on this belief so they could safely guard something of theirs in the only building that people did not like to use. By signing up as a school chaperone I could get the object without my appearance seeming odd. Decked out in the tackiest tux I could find, I headed over to the dance hall, last used in 1963 when Henry Winkler (The Fonz) showed up as a guest causing a mob rush, trampling to death a few Happy Days fans. By the time I got there, students were dancing around with music from one of the schools only student run punk bands, Psychic Monkey Killers. I strolled around for a while, trying to blend in. I ran into Wess and we sat and talked for a while (apparently Wills is not on good terms with his roommates, well almost former roommates seeing as the year is basically over). I got up and started casually walking towards the inner door, past the tables, past the punch line, and almost past the dance floor. I felt a tap on my shoulder, hearing, would you care to dance. Turning around I saw a woman in her 60’s with white hair, and grandma type qualities, carrying an odd disposition. Not to seem out of place, I agreed. So you are a chaperone too she asked. We got to talking, then I asked, What is your name, I have not seen you around the school? O, I am Jean; I fill more of a community service role at the school, in my spare time. Terror filled me, felling like it would pull me to the floor. I had to keep dancing, we had never met before, all I kept thinking about is the damage she left on KABIRA. How old are you, I asked. Probably around your age, she responded. Jokingly, I said, Looks can be deceiving. Looking back at me in a firm tone she responded, yes they can be. The song ended. Wonderful dance, see you soon she said. I then went to the punch bowl to think of a way to sneak past Jean, too my luck I did not have to. It was getting to the end of the night and it was time to name the King and Queen of the dance. The stage was perpendicular to the wall of the door, all I had to do is get close too it so I could find my way. Above was ceiling netting at least a thousand balloons, and when they announced the names balloon chaos filled the large dance hall. Rushing into the room I found a small metal safe set on a desk table. I thought for a second that everything would have failed because I could not break open the safe. But then I remembered the first time I used my powers, when I pulled that girl of the car. This was basically the same thing, presto-change-o comes out a scroll and a translation. Hiding them in my jacket pocket I ran through the door before the last balloons touched the ground. I left quickly, running down the street with music and light blazing behind me. I got the stuff back to Wills people and arrived at my room around 11:30 and fell asleep. I am not as young as I use to be.
 

2004-6-24   KABIRA

The sky was blue, the sun was casting shadows of the trees moving in the wind, and rage was in me. Walking through the front door as if for the first time, I moved towards Jeans back sitting at the kitchen table reading a paper. Just as she was turning around to make a gracious hello, I slammed the butt of the axe into her jaw. Knocking her down to the floor, she was so taken by surprise I was able to make a few more hits, with the last one pounding her to the far wall. I ran over, raising my axe with this jittery and energetic feeling coursing through me. Just as the axe started coming down I hesitated. With that moment she flew me across into the living room cracking the far wall with my impact. I had hesitated because at that moment I had become the person who only a year earlier I had been holding down, I had become Chris. I had been presented with the same information he had, and almost followed him down the same path. But now I had gone a new way, and was facing a whole world of new problems. With blurred vision I stumbled up, cutting myself on the broken lamp base. I went a few more rounds with her, making a few scratches here and there as she used my body as a wrecking ball on her house. Limp, and bruised she took the dagger concealed by my clothing, stabbing me in the shoulder, pinning me to one of the remaining weight bearing walls. Staring her in the eyes I asked in a weakened whisper, where is Will^^? She said, you could have joined us you could have helped. The magics are destroying it all, and we are just trying to fix things. Where is he? I repeated. I really am your friend, she said. What are you planning? She only responded with a honest laugh, saying me? She pulled the dagger out of me again psychically throwing me at a wall with such force that it crumbled on top of me. I was conscience off and on, until the new kid found me. Now I wonder why she laughed when I asked her what she was planning. The offices of this group are no psychic high school dorm room, but the beds are soft and its safe here.
 

2004-6-15   Wills

KABIRA has spent the last few days at a safe house of the group and is getting better, but still has not said much about what got her in that bed. I look at her and sit near her interacting and she acts like there is nothing left worth coming out of her head for. Anyway we went back to Jean’s house to see if we could get any clues on the Tong in the building remains. We found a few scrolls and a medallion but they have not been analyzed. The group finally decoded the message that we intercepted and it was an acceptance proposal from Jean to be a chaperone for the end of the year dance. Why? Well apparently there is something very important to the Tong that can be kept well guarded for most of the year. Yet the dance is taking place one room away so Jean is being put in place to watch. We have to get this item.
 

2004-6-2   the new kid

When things get bad, they just seem to get worse. It was a few days after I talked to KABIRA, when I looked at her journal and saw what she was going to do. I had not seen her in a few days and thought she needed some time, “I will kill jean today” scared me since that was days ago. Running as fast as an old mans body would allow I made it to the remains of Jeans house. Inside under a plaster wall was KABIRA beat up but alive. When I picked her up she started coughing and I had to be careful how I held her up because she had a large gash on her shoulder. Whatever fight she had, she seemed to have lost. I contacted Wills people; because she needed medical attention, and she cant go back to the school we don’t know who we can trust there. As I supported the strongest warrior I have ever known, limping down the dark street that night, I realized the problem which I had not even believe existed until recently, may be impossible to defeat.
 

2004-5-25   KABIRA

I am assembling a bag of weapons, including my ceremonial axe. The ones I become closer to will no longer be taken away. I have sat by just letting these kinds of things happen for too long. My family may have been right violence will end my problems. I need to stop this kind of thing from happening. I strapped a dagger to my leg, and a knife to my arm. With the thought of how close I have been to this horrible creature almost makes me rip the keys from the keyboard. This will not happen to anyone ever again, they will not be taken from a friend. After I finished sharpening the axe, I placed it on my dorm room table, looking at its intimidating design. I write this to let it be understood. I will kill Jean today.
 

2004-5-23   the new kid

I decided that my whole conversation with KABIRA would go down a lot more smoothly, if I first had some hard evidence to show her. So I hid in front of Jean's house and waited for an informant to come by so I could follow him. (At this point I knew it was a bad idea, but I was doing it anyway) I spent house sitting in the bushes with binoculars to eye, staring at that stone based, white wooded house. Nice lawn, porch with a pretty oak inlays. It started getting dark and the only thing that kept me sharp was the constant biting of the mosquitoes. Finally I see a guy come up to the house and Jean comes out and I start taking pictures of them together. She passes him a piece of paper and he walks away. After the door slams I counted 10 mississippis then started following. He put the paper through a mail slot on an on campus building. I did I quick photo shoot and he went off. It comes to me that I have missed my meeting with KABIRA by a number of hours. Under the cover of darkness, I ran up to the building ready to break in, but finding the door has already been broken open. Seeing as it was a small converted house I try to move quietly, so I wont be heard. There was a motion detector that I did not see, but someone had disabled that too. Moving ahead, there is this strange glow coming from the end of the hall. Covered in dirt, sweat, and mosquito bites, I tried to control my heaving breathing, not knowing what I would find. Getting around the edge of the doorway I peer in and out of my mouth pops, Wills? Next to him stood a man in a cloak, who when seeing me immediately went on attack but not reaching me before Wills yelled STOP. This is my RA, the one I told you about, he said. Continuing, you probably came to get the informants message too, we got it but its encoded, we will get it, just takes time. We, I said. Thinking he talks like he has a structured, organized group working with him. Finding out soon after when he said, I am working with this group trying to stop the Tong. I then asked what the Tong was, and found out more from Wills in 5 minutes then what I have been trying to understand for the last few months. Mostly out of frustration I screamed something to the extent of, why the hell are you involving yourself in this. But before Wills could reply the man in the cloak responded, he already is involved, his name was in the red folder under possible candidate. I then said, I have to go, I need to developed some pictures and talk to KABIRA. Wills responded, are you sure thats a good idea? I just said, this was her thing, she needs to know, and I left.
 

2004-5-20   Wills

Now, I always try to turn the lock slowly, so I cause as little attention to the rest of the dorm room of my appearance. Wes, and the rest of the dorm do not really talk that much to me anymore. Instead of asking where I have been, because the only thing they get out of me is "nothing", now they just give me this look as I pass by them. I have not posted in a while because a lot has come up. A few nights after my first visit I went back to the records room to see if I could find a way at looking through other folders. I walked in finding two men in cloaks, they were shuffling through folders, and one asked the other if he wanted to go get a burrito after this. Seconds after I walked in they turned around; I think the fact that I glow tipped them off. I was flown against the wall, and held there through the use of this odd magical goop. They proceeded to question me till they were sure I was doing what I said I was doing, and I told them everything. But I got a lot back, they told me things, first the name of what I, and what they were against. The name of the group is called The Tong. Its founding occurred shortly after the conflict in 1928 that almost destroyed the school. Some of the students and faculty who saved the school felt angered with how the school structure was rebuilt. Almost wishing that the school was destroyed, The Tong is named after the every group they destroyed, The Psychic Tongs of Hong Kong. Their goal is either to bring things back to how they use to be, or to destroy Psychic High School. The group I am working with is not as organized. They are a loose group of people and alternate dimensional beings trying to stop the Tong. They were started by a member of the Tong, which no longer felt cheated, or angry and simply realized the Tong became the bad guys. I cant really say anything which is being planned, we are still trying to figure out what the Tong is up to now. O, but I got to go, promised myself I would finish at least half my algebra tonight.
 

2004-5-18   KABIRA

Then the wind swept up the tables, following the chairs, rolling across the lawn. Looking out on to the lawn from the new kids window I thought, its funny that the weather clubs annual lunch was cut short by a surprise. When I first found out about the Red Folder I convinced myself and others that I was really excited to find Will^^. Up till then I had spent my time being miserable. But recently I found myself happy with no need to search for relics of my past. Yet just when this happens, just when I start to resolve problems of the past, the one person who use to bring my life together could come back. This is just what I wanted, just a little too late. I dont know what happened with the new kid, but he never showed up.
 

2004-5-4   the new kid

God am I getting sick of research. I realized I had to understand the past before I could get to the future. Well it all starts out with a nice alternate dimension KABIRA finding her way to our little school. Soon after she found two friends that for the first time made her feel like she belonged, Chris (Tech) and Will^^. This was great for most of her freshman year. On advise from Jean, Will^^ goes to an area that heightens his abilities, causing a near death experience for him and everyone else in the path of his powerful storm system. He gets better, but then disappears. Chris goes to find him. With her two friends gone, KABIRA falls back into bad habits. She eventually gets new friends and has a nice normal stable life as there can be at this school. But then one day Chris comes back, failed, and changed. He was convinced that there was a conspiracy within the school. KABIRA tries to stay away from it all until Chris filled with insanity, tried to kill Jean as she gave the graduation speech. He was placed in an asylum and pulled out of school. She then went to his room to find it completely trashed and emptied. The only thing that was missed was a red folder. After giving up hope that it meant anything, she threw it away. Thats when I found it. I came as a freshman, could not really find my place until I got infected, and started aging, (little did I know that it was a test) soon I was picked up, and through my cell door saw experiments take place, or so I believe. For the last thing I had remembered was being picked up, already old. After that I remember waking up in the blown out remains of a building. No one at the school had any knowledge that I existed. The only think my roommate had to say when I saw him was, Did you through your junk in here last night? Like it had suddenly appeared. I convinced the school to let me stay in a lawn shack. (I knew with the people who run this school, with the powers they had, that if everyones mind was erased, they would know) I stumbled into a teaching job, and was fine with my little life until I happened to pick that red folder up out of the garbage on that rainy night. One of the freshman put on my hall (Wills) figured out what I was doing and helped out for a while until I found KABIRA. I did not want his life destroyed by this. I knew, what I still know now, that there are big things involved here. This started in the year 2000, its now 2004. With that on the table, this is what I have so far. A group with the Spirit Badge symbol and a brain going through it has members within the schools staff, their students, and outsiders. They take students who they find worthy, put them through close to death tests to see if they stand up to the requirements. If they are good they take some blood, I dont know what happens after that. I was going to hold it all in, not tell KABIRA. But then I read some of her journal. She talks about mysterious people coming by to see Jean. I think the way she can stay so hidden is that whenever she needs to communicate to The Group, or when they need to communicate with her, they send a representative to talk. I am going to talk to her tonight. We planed to meet for research considering we have not in a while because most of our leads have gone dry. Telling KABIRA that once again, the one person she thought she could count is not is going to be hard.
 

2004-4-8   the new kid

I hate having to monitor detention. All the kids who at some point in the last week thought it would be funny to disolve the teachers chair (as they were sitting down) or blowing a hole in the side of the gym (its surprising how often that happens), find themselves in this small room of torture. The prodominate sound of the room is the clock ticking, noting each second past. I sit in front of a dense oak desk covered in ornate carvings, mounted in the front of the room. I did not tell KABIRA about Jean. I was going to, but Jean is too important to KABIRA for me to tell her that she has been betraying her. I have to be sure about this, so I am going to the belly of the beast. Thank god, only 5 minutes left, I am glad I was not around long enough as a student to have to be put through this hour of hell. Well, technically I just did, hmm.
 

2004-3-24   the new kid

Over the last few weeks I have been avoiding KABIRA, just couldnt find a way to tell her that this wasnt anything, and that she is not going to find her friend. But a few days ago I was moving some papers and started reading some of the sharpie “notes” left by Chris. I had avoided reading these portions of the pages because it seemed useless. But I think I was wrong, KABIRA may be in danger, KABIRA’s friend, Jean is a part of all this. Why else would Chris try to attack her during the graduation ceremony? He knows more, I don’t think he is just crazy. There are signs she has been involved in the initial testing process for post-flagged students. If you look back into Will^^’s journal, in the entry marked “2001-9-23”, its Jean who tells him about the hill he goes to that caused his “blowout”. I think she pushed Will^^ to the point of death just to test him for the project. I think KABIRA is living with someone who is not going to let anyone stand in her way. But what is the projects goal? What are they doing?
 

2004-3-24   KABIRA

A few nights ago I was locking up the house. Jean had already gone to sleep. I was sitting in the foyer, lit only by the glare from the computer screen working on some homework, when I felt this sharp pain in my shoulder. On instinct my hand moved to the pain, and pulled out what looked like a small dart. I felt heavy, and I tried to move my head up, but instead collapsed on the floor. I think I was out for at least a few hours, because I awoke to what felt like the worse hangover. As my blurry vision focused on the bright florescent lights and white walls, I realized that I was shackled to a metal examination table. My left warm was bandaged up; I think they took blood from me. I dont know who they are, but they seemed prepared for every kind of patient except me. Amethyst inlayed doorframes and strong, targeted magnetic field emitting door handles would stop any magical, or psychic breakouts. Using old fashion super strength, I broke free of my restraints, and kicked the door down. I started running down the long dimly lit hall until it opened up into a large warehouse, shocked to what I saw. Until now everything was paper, disconnected events. Before me were hundreds of tall refrigerated, numbered columns holding vials of blood, one to a column. Underneath this level was a huge tank. I walked to one opened it; just as I was about to grab the vial an alarm went off. I started running towards a door, but slipped falling through this hole in the floor, banging my head on the sidewall, landing in the water. I tried to swim, but fell unconscious. I awoke again a few hours later in a field, wet and dirty. I quietly sneaked back into the house to take a shower. I felt refreshed with the morning sun warming me as I walked down the stairs, pretty good for the night I had. In the living room I picked up my books for class when I heard a strange noise from the kitchen. I picked up a fire poker, quietly walking into the kitchen seeing something hidden behind the open fridge. Blood pumping, I raised the poker ready to strike, but relaxed when hearing it was Jean. “You should really have some breakfast before class.” She said, smiling as she handed me a glass of orange juice
 

2004-3-5   Wills

Last nights Psyball game was amazing, it seems each match closer to the finals gets more and more intense. A stadium packed with psychic and magic kids alike rooting in pure passion to players floating on the field while chanting in an ascending roar was an experience to feel. I think more and more people are getting into the sport to show their opposition to Ninja Ball, and less of their supporting to Psyball. I don’t know what happened with that rumor that the Ninja Ball team is/was going to take a ridiculous amount of money out of the schools yearly budget because of financial errors, but that may be the reason for the sudden hostility against Ninja Ball on campus. Jim has improved a lot; he his able to handle energy balls a lot better then he use to. He would be the dorm hero if it were not for all the Ninja Ball kids in the building creating a lot of tension in the halls. A few days ago after I got back from classes I decided to clean my desk, and came upon the code into the record room. I had decided why get myself involved in something thats just going to make me feel isolated. But I was just looking at that number and realized that I had to see what was there. The night before last everyone was going to another Psyball game, I got out of it by saying I was feeling tired. The Records room is in the south administration building, yards from the game, for once my glow came in handy. The game lights were so bright that they flooded the area, causing me to just blend in with the brightness. Those psychic breadcrumbs gave me the feeling to go through a side door that happened to be unlocked. The cameras did not see me because the lights blocked everything out. I made it up the carpeted stairs, past the receptionists desk, and into a long hallway with a dozen or so doors on it. The fifth one down on the right said “Records Room.” Oddly the door on the room had no lock on it. I was shocked when I saw how many rows of filing cabinets there were, each with a keypad, requiring a unique 3-digit entry code. Hoping, I went to the third filing cabinet punched in half the numbers I had, unlocking the shelf. Inside there were Red Folders, each marked by a three-digit sequence. I picked up folder 472, inside there were documents, that laid out rules, a set of procedures on how to identify, flag, and capture potential candidates. Students are first identified by if they have a Spirit Badge, and then flagged if they have “desired qualities.” They then pass these students though a (usually) artificially created situation, testing their abilities. All it says after that is that they are “collected for the project.” I had my hand on the next file down, but inside it was filled with blank pages, along with the all the other folders. Apparently there is a code that corresponds to each folder alone, when magic and technology mix. The only other thing I noticed about the folder is that there was no project title, names of people in charge of this; the only header on the documents was this symbol. It is this picture of what I can best describe as a Spirit Badge with an image of a brain in the center of the circle, under the lightning bolt.
 

2004-2-19   Wills

I had another time displacement on my way back, getting through the portal this evening at 6pm. When I got home, I was surprised to find an empty dorm room. There was a note, Jim had won another Psyball game, and all of them had gone out to celebrate. There was a PS from Jim on the letter, "I hope your grandmother feels better." Wess should not have to lie for me like that, to come up with reasons of my disappearance. I was gonna go straight up to RA with what I found in Cuba, so he would bring me back in the loop. But I now know why he was trying to keep me out. I know the feeling he felt when I started getting too involved with the folder. This sick feeling, like using a friend in an uncertain cause, with uncertain goals. In the next few days I am going to go to the records room. Well they have not gotten back; I am going to just go to sleep.
 

2004-2-17   the new kid

I ran into KABIRA and we ended up going to lunch. I spent the whole time thinking of the right time, or the right way to tell her that I am quitting this. I am afraid to say it because she seems so happy, and we have become friends, but she thinks she is actually achieving something, like there is something to achieve.
 

2004-2-17   KABIRA

Yesterday I was walking to the cafeteria for food, when I happened to see the RA. We had one of those strange passing by conversations. He was going in town to get food, we were both getting food, so it made sense that since we know each other we should eat together, who wants to eat alone? I did not know what to talk about, eating with him, like he is a friend. But I guess we kind of are friends. We only hang around each other to work on something, but does that make us friends? We ended up talking about the red folder, thats all thats really between us. When we were finished, we fell into another silent moment, and sat on this bench in the rhododendron garden. I just had remembered that this was Will^^'s favorite area in the school, maybe its because we met. I was not fully use to this world (coming from a family of warriors from another dimension). I was dressed with the usual war paint of the blood-of-thy-enemy. I am not psychic or magical, so other kids tried to make fun of me for it. Other freshmen tried to get me to attack them, so I would get in trouble. Back then there were few ways for me to fix problems, most of them involved violence. I was in the third week of school, in the garden when I was about to beat up this kid. Suddenly he gets psychically pushed into this undeveloped dirt patch next to the roses. Then this other kid caused this malfunction in the sprinkler system. Causing the guy to be all muddy, and fell down every time he tried to get up. I turned around and saw the two freshmen that help me out, they were Will^^ and Chris. I walked up to Will^^ and punched him in the face. (They had taken away my personal vengeance on the guy) I then put out my hand to help him up, while saying to the both of them "I like you guys." (I was a little tougher then) We all started hanging out, Will^^ stopped flinching when I moved my arms about the 2nd week I was around him, and the rest his history. They were the first people I ever met who wanted to be on my side. RA probably thought I was crazy for being so quiet.
 

2004-2-16   Wills

I had been trying to figure out what those numbers were, and why were they important enough to carve into the inside of a desk? Wess and I first thought it was a code that had to be decrypted, and spent way too much time working on that angle. Things ended being a lot simpler; the numbers were a GPS location. Once we realized what the numbers mean't, we went straight for the teleporters. Since the teleporter mishap of a few years back, they have been keeping a closer guard of the area, but ever since I grew brighter, it seems like there is this faint trail I am supposed to follow, like accidental psychic breadcrumbs. I had this feeling that took us to the back of the building, through a basement window with broken metal bars on them. As I was typing in the GPS location Wess blurted out that "Before I go any farther with this, I need to know what were doing, and what this has to do with our RA" But I told him I couldnt, that I did not want him to be deeply involved. So he said "Well, then I cant come with you, I wont tell anyone about all of this, but I cant come with you." I guess I can understand why he would say that. So I typed in the number and stepped through the portal by myself. I could hardly open my eyes it was so bright, it was also very hot, I was in Cuba. I realized that I must have had some time displacement. What felt like a moment ago stepping through a portal, was actually seven hours. I landed at the only portal on the island, a good five-mile walk from the intersecting points. The fact that I did not speak Spanish, and look as American as apple pie, were both secondary to the fact that I now gave off even brighter then I did a few days ago. I sneaked out of the compound through the sewers, and with the help of 50 bucks and the man selling the "I love Havana" T-shirts, I sneaked on to a jungle trail. By sunset I hit the GPS points from the desk. All there was was a small shack at the top of the hill. Inside were three things, a box filled with scrolls, a simple computer, and a TV screen. I instinctive grabbed the TV, throwing it on the floor. In the ruined pieces was a letter. The letter is from the journalists that never were. The note says that in case they disappear, there will be evidence that they existed, and more importantly evidence of something greater going on at Psychic High School. Something that if is left unchecked is going to cause the destruction of the school, on levels even greater then "The Minds Conflict of 1928." All of this was found in a folder, which included another number, a code to a records room at the school. I am writing all this down through the computer left at the safe house. I dont know what this all means, but I got to come back.
 

2004-2-14   Wills

I fell asleep writing my journal a few nights ago, I dont even remember writing the last few lines. Well back to where I was, Wess and I snuck into the newspaper offices. Oddly, there were two empty desks, surrounded by a sea of papers and frantic bodies. Above the desks was a sign, "Obituaries: We'll know your dead before you do!" I started talking to a nice girl a few desks away, she said she never really remember anyone working at those desks, yet they still had an obituaries section. I asked around, as discretely as possible, no one knew anyone working at those desks. Why would an office as tightly packed as those have two open desks sitting in the middle of it? Maybe these two reporters had one of those world wide memory washes on them, like my RA. Wess and I went through the desks to find any papers, but we found nothing. Although a number was scrapped on the side of the bottom drawer of the second desk. I dont know what it means, and I dont want to say what the number is until I do. With the number in hand Wess and I went to the elevators. As the doors closed it starting making this jerking motion, then just fell. For some reason the breaks were not kicking in. I placed my hands on the sides of the elevator, creating this energy surge, literally melding the breaks to the sides of the elevator shaft. We got off at the 3rd floor, and decided to take the stairs from there. My body was coated with the feeling of pulsing energy, as Wess said, "your glowing as bright as those fire crackers."
 

2004-2-9   Wills

After another quick sprinkling, I could tell that both the names had the same last few letters, "PJ" which is used at the end of an identification code for all its journalists. It stands for "Psyschic Journalist" Me and Wess went across campus to the Newspapers offices, we talked to the Editor, and gave her the two names:
1984pj
5672pj
Wess was standing in the corner of the paper cluttered office, holding the upper portion of his left arm. His dark beaty eyes swivled around the room like it was an office chair. The editor admitted that this is the coding form to identifying its journalists, but never issued those numbers. We asked if we could look around, but she wanted us to leave. We walked towards the elevator, and as soon as she turned the corner we followed down the same hall, but deverted ways when reaching the story room. We quietly opend the glass, wooden framed door, to revieal a noisy newsroom filled with mock journalists trying to step above their student status. We found two empty desks right beside each other, and Wess said that he needed to know more, and I said I would, in time. shoot I guess i will tell the rest later, am falling asleep.

night
 

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