Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2008 23:02:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Silvenfox <silvenfox@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Chosen: Heaven's Trumpet - 1

The following is a complete work of fiction.

Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is
completely coincidental.  Please do not copy or distribute the story
without the author's permission.

Disclaimer:

The following story may contain erotic situations.  If it is illegal for
you to read this please leave now. Also expect blood, gore, incredibly
funny scenes and super-powered teenagers with a destiny to save the
world. If you're not a fan of any of these plus strong cursing and
violence than this is not your type of story.


Chapter 1


The radio blared full blast as I dashed continuously between the bathroom
and my bedroom. School was in thirty minutes and I still had to get
ready, grab a quick bite to eat, and then drive there. I slipped on a wet
tile and collided into the door frame of the bathroom.

"Son of a French whore!"

I rubbed at my shoulder, grumbling, as I made my way back to room. I
pulled on a gray, long sleeved shirt, and quickly slipped a white belt
on. I put on some white and blue Nike's and struck a pose in front of the
closet mirror. I still had my summer tan and my hair was lighter than
usual thanks to the sun, making it look almost white blond, and it caused
my eyes to look a more vibrant blue.

"Oh no..." a voice groaned behind me. "Please don't tell me you're
checking yourself out. They have rehab centers for people like you."

I spun around and grinned at Kevin. He leaned in the doorway a smirk on
his face. His dark hair was styled into a faux hawk. He had on a pair of
jeans and a red Affliction shirt. Damn UFC fan. I met those twinkling
honey brown eyes and snorted.

"You think you're so funny, but we both know who is the true source of
comedy in this relationship," I replied haughtily.

Kevin blinked. "Hilary Swank?"

I chuckled at the randomness of his answer. "Okay, I'll give you a point
for that one. But they all can't be funny."

"Please," scoffed Kevin. "I was born funny. So are you done or what? I
would preferably not want to get a tardy in the first week of school."

I patted him on the shoulder. "And people in hell would like ice water,
but we can't have what we want all the time."

Kevin slapped my hand away. "Listen up you prima donna—"

"Ready!" I yelled triumphantly, interrupting him, simultaneously slinging
a backup over my shoulder.

Kevin rolled his eyes and I laughed behind his back as I followed him
downstairs to the kitchen. The house was empty. Morgan had long left for
school and Mom went in to work half an hour ago. I glanced at the clock.
We still had twenty five minutes. Just enough time.

"So why the late start this morning, dude?"

I mumbled a reply as I pulled out a packet of pop tarts from the pantry.
I took one and threw one to Kevin.

Kevin's eyes narrowed as he caught the package. "What was what? You
turned into Mumbling Marvin for a minute."

I sighed, resigned. "I started watching High School Musical and I lost
track of time."

Intense laughter filled the kitchen as Kevin laughed as if his life
depended on it. He fell on the floor he was laughing so hard. My face
felt a little hot and I knew I was blushing. I turned away hide my face.
Stupid laughing clown. I hope he cracked his skull on the tile when he
fell over.

"Why exactly were you watching that train wreck?" asked Kevin between
chuckles.

I stared dreamily into space. "Zac Efron of course. He's so pretty."

Kevin laughed again, harder. "You sound like a fan girl."

I sniffed disdainfully. "That just means that have good taste." I paused,
thinking for a moment and then threw in, "Bitch."

Kevin shook his head, smiling like a loon. "What would your boyfriend
think about this crush on that wonder boy?"

I smirked. "He would probably nod and tell me at least I have good
taste."

He rolled his eyes. "You two are too in sync sometimes."

I smiled proudly. "I know right."

I looked at the time and swore. Adam mirrored my actions and we jumped up
and headed out. I cranked up the Blazer and sped off down the street at a
speed that would have made street racers pale. I had to take the back
streets since morning traffic could be a bitch any time before nine.
Luckily our neighborhood wasn't too far from the school. I pulled into
the parking lot and almost clipped a Volkswagen Bug. I grinned showing
teeth. I wasn't a fan of those too cute for school cars. If I had my way
the whole line would be dissembled and then melted down for scrap. That
would be glorious. I laughed at the image conjured in my mouth.

Kevin raised an eyebrow, looking a little bored at my sudden insane
laughter. "You just had the Volkswagen meltdown daydream again didn't
you?"

"Yeah," I replied wistfully.

Kevin shook his head. "You need some help. Or some strong pills."

"And you need to shut your big, fat face," I shot back, smirking.

He snorted. "Oooh. Someone ran out of good comebacks."

I parked the car and glanced at the clock on the dashboard. We had a
little less than fifteen minutes. I shot Kevin a smug grin and he looked
at the clock and rolled his eyes. Boo-shock-ah. In your face.

I got out of the car and my eyes immediately focused on the '07 mustang.
It was bright red and even in the early rising sun it shined beautifully.
My gaze trailed to its hood where a figure rested with their legs leaning
against the grill. Hazel eyes sought mine out and I involuntarily
grinned. Ever the prep, Adam was dressed in a pair of tan pants, and a
tucked in black, button down shirt opened to show the white shirt
beneath. The copper strands in his long, wavy brown hair shown clearly in
the light, since the sun also lightened his hair too this summer. Adam
smiled at me and his dimples came out full force with his smile.

We quickly crossed the distance separating us. I was tempted to jump into
his arms a la "The Notebook" but I settled instead for just hugging him
tight and kissing him. His soft lips met mine and we made it a quick
kiss, since making out in public always creeped me out.

"Good morning, Love," smiled Adam, his gaze warm and tender as he looked
down at me.

I kissed him once more. "Morning, bright eyes. Have you been waiting here
long?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I just good here a few minutes before you did."

"Are you two going to stand here all morning and fuck or are we going to
get a move on to class," called out Kevin ahead of us.

I shot him the finger and he just winked and replied, "Thanks!"

"Good morning to you too, Kevin," said Adam, amused.

I had to agree with Kevin. We had to get moving. The parking lot was
thinning out as students made their way toward the school entrance. I
held Adam's hand and basked in his presence. I still wasn't used to him
going to the same school as me. So I was treasuring all of these little
moments before I got too used to them.

He had decided this summer to transfer from Walkers Academy, the local
prep school. His reasoning was that it would be better if all Chosen
could be found in the same location in case of emergency. Of course that
was what he told Nathaniel. Adam really just wanted to be closer to me.
After all it had been eight months since the last time we've had to face
any serious threat. Eight long months of peace.

We entered the school and immediately we were hit by overwhelming amounts
of black and silver. I blinked. Wow. They really went all out with the
decorations this year. I had school pride and all but this was a step
above the norm. I was a little freaked. Not going to lie. Go Cougars...

"Fuck me," said Kevin, staring around in bemusement. "Obviously the
school got a bigger budget to spring for all this."

I nodded silently. I looked at Adam who gazed around curiously. "I can
tell this is going to be an interesting senior year."

"For you," I groaned. "Some of us are still lowly juniors."

Kevin rolled his eyes. "Don't remind me. We still have this year and then
all of next year to go." He pouted. "Aww. Now I'm all depressed just
thinking about it."

"So, where's the rest of your clique?" asked Kevin randomly, opening up
his locker.

I frowned at him. "We aren't a clique, Kevin."

"You hang out with them an awful lot," relied Kevin, suddenly serious.
"And it seems like no else is invited if you all are together."

I glanced at Adam but he shrugged helplessly and moved away to go to his
own locker across the hall. Traitor! Beneath the serious front that Kevin
was putting out, I could also read the curiosity and hurt that lingered
in his eyes. Well doesn't this just make me feel like the world's biggest
jerk.

"Kevin, I'm sorry," I said. "It's not like that. I'm not trying to leave
you out."

He blew his breath out in a sigh. "I know it's early in the morning and
I'm probably sounding like a little bitch, but it just seems that you
have better friends or something now. Like we're drifting apart."

"Hey, Kev," I said softly, "No worries. No one will ever know me better
than you. We've been like brothers most of our lives. Nothing will change
that. I will include you more I promise. I didn't realize I was leaving
you out."

Kevin nodded. He looked a little better but I could tell he was still
curious. Like I said he knew me better than anyone. Of course he would
start to suspect something was going on when I started to spend a lot of
time with the guys. Especially Killian. It was no secret that we actively
just did not mix. I hadn't invited Kevin along with us simply because I
didn't want to make it awkward for him. The things we talked about simply
were not meant for a normal person's ears. Kevin would laugh and throw a
glass of water at my face if he heard us talk about preternatural things.
Damn Nathaniel and this super secret identity mess. I really wanted to
tell Kevin.

"I'm glad I got that off my chest," admitted Kevin with unveiled relief.

I frowned, feeling a sinking in my stomach. "Were you thinking about this
a lot?"

Kevin nodded. "Yeah, bro. I've been thinking about it for awhile now. I
feel better that we're still cool."

"Always," I smiled.

***

	It was mid afternoon and I was still feeling bad about Kevin. I
hated the fact that my best friend was questioning our friendship. He was
like my brother and here I was hiding secrets, and keeping him from a
very important part of my life. I zoned in and out of my classes in a
daze. I had so many thoughts running through my mind. I cared too much
about Kevin to just put it in the back of my mind. I sighed and looked at
the clock above the classroom door. Holy Brittney's sanity. It was almost
time for lunch. Good.

The bell rang and Mr. Fulton, the Pre Calculus teacher, released us for
lunch. I joined the throng of students heading to the cafeteria. Thanks
to the command center's powerful computer we were able to tweak our
school schedules so that we would all have our lunch during the same
period.

I felt a pang of guilt. Kevin wasn't in this lunch period. He had the
first cycle while we had setup ours for fourth cycle. God. Had I really
been slipping that much. I stopped suddenly, leaning against a locker. He
was absolutely right. I had been overlooking him in favor of my comrades.
It was to be expected. But it didn't make it right.

No more. I had to just try harder. I couldn't lose Kevin as a friend. I
refused to. I had to make a bigger effort to include him. Damn the
secrets. I just had to hope I didn't screw up by revealing something I
shouldn't. Maybe I could bring Nathaniel around to the idea of us letting
certain people in on our secret. That would be of the good.

I grabbed some shady looking pizza from the food line and made my way
outside to the courtyard. I gazed around looking for my friends. I saw
Killian sitting at a table near a tree and sighed heavily and walked in
his direction. I plopped down at the table.

"So I guess Adam and Ryan haven't made it out yet?"

Killian turned disinterested eyes on me. "Seeing as it's just me and
you... I was all alone before... Do I need to go on?"

I sighed barely resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Do you practice
being this bitchy? I mean to always be this big of an asshole takes some
serious skill."

His green eyes lit up with annoyance. "Why are you still talking?"

"Why do you still breathe?" I asked with equal annoyance.

"Oh good," said Ryan, as he sat down at Killian's side, followed by Adam
sitting on my right. "We got here just before they started cussing at
each other."

Adam looked at us. "I wish you two would just stop playing and admit the
truth. You guys are friends and you know it. The hateful banter is just
how you express your feelings."

I gaped at him. How in the hell did he know that? Deep down, deep, deep,
deep down, I knew it was partly true. But there was no way I would ever
admit that out loud. I disliked him and also liked him at the same time,
not that it makes any sense. Well, it made sense to me.

"Take it back," Killian hissed, glaring at Adam.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said dryly. "You guys are super hardcore
with the hating each others guts."

I kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

I caught a girl give us an odd look and I sent her a glare that could
have melted ice. She hurriedly turned back around. Good little skank. I
rarely encountered homophobia but when I did, I don't back down. And
having the power to level the school at my fingertips boosted my
confidence too. Which may not be such a bad thing if it meant that these
horrible decorations will go the way of bad 80's fashion.

Adam poked me in the side. "You have that look in your eye..."

"What look?" I asked with feigned innocence.

Ryan snorted. "The one you get when you think of destroying something."

Killian laughed loudly. "Your face twist up into this really blank and
dumb expression and your mouth kind drops open, letting out a bit of
drool-"

I could have slapped that little bastard. "You liar! I only look like
that when I think about you tripping and breaking your neck."

"Gods above!" cried Ryan exasperated. "They never stop."

I was going to make some smart comment but I caught sight of a figure
walking near our table. He was gorgeous. I didn't want jump him but I
couldn't die the boy had looks.

He looked seventeen or eighteen. He was tall, well over six feet. I would
definitely have to look up to talk to him. He had very bronzed, tanned
skin and his hair was blood red, I couldn't tell if it came from a box or
not it was such a dark color. His eyes focused on our table and I was
taken aback by them. I thought Killian had green eyes, emerald almost, a
green that was so deep it would have put Harry Potter's to shame. This
guy's eyes were green too, but more jade, like a feline. I swallowed. He
walked our way his lips twisting into a smile that bordered on a teasing
smirk.

"Would you guys mind if I sat with you," said the boy, his voice had an
accent, his infliction on certain words seemed very east coast. "I'm new
here so I'm doing the whole new kid shuffle."

Ryan moved clearing a spot that the boy sat in. "I was new last year and
this is Adam's first year too." He pointed at Adam who smiled and nodded.
We all introduced ourselves on by one.

I smiled politely. "So what's your name?"

"Ian Graison," he replied, smiling charmingly.

Immediately alarm bells went off. Charming smile. Good looking. Oh please
let me be wrong. I sighed. I was having a strong sense of déjà vu at the
moment. He was reminding me strongly of Danny Caine, Adam's attempted
rapist of a cousin that I briefly dated for three seconds last year. I
realized the conversation was going on around me and I almost hit myself.
Focus Summers! I tuned back in.

Ian smiled, all white teeth showing, at Killian. "Don't I know you from
somewhere?"

I rolled my eyes. Here we go. Killian preened at the question. "Well I'm
a model," he answered with false modest. "I've done some ads you've
probably seen."

"Ah, you do have that look, so you're a commercial model," stated Ian. He
said commercial like it was a swear word. It rolled of his tongue as if
the word was beneath him, dirty.

Killian's smile froze, looking more fixed, but definitely strained. "I
used to do more high fashion stuff in LA and New York, but I decided to
focus on school, so I just do more catalogue and commercial work."

Ian nodded sympathetically, but I can tell he didn't mean it. "I
understand. It is hard but I manage to do both. It just takes skill."

I blinked, wondering at his superior tone. I called on my America's Next
Top Model knowledge. "So you're a high-fashion model then?"

"Yes," replied Ian, smiling blindingly at me. I almost reached for the
shades in my pocket. But alas I refrained. "I had to miss the first day
of school this week since I was so busy in Spain at this fashion shoot.
My agency was adamant that I take it. It was ten thousand dollar job
after all."

Oh. Somebody was a pompous little freakshow. I nodded and tried to smile
politely but I know it came off as fake as hell. I looked at Ryan who
seemed confused by Ian's utter superiority. Adam had been shocked into
not even blinking. And Killian- poor boy. He was glaring at Ian with a
look that he only usually reserved for me. Goody. Intense, utter loathing
filled his expression and he didn't bother to hide it. I laughed. I
couldn't help it. Everyone snapped their gazes to me and I feigned a
hearty cough, and took a sip of my water, hiding my chuckle.

"So is anyone else here a senior like me?" asked Ian.

Adam pointed to himself. "I'm a senior too. Cool. At least I'm not alone
in finishing high school in a new school."

"I'll be more than happy to go through this school year with you,"
offered Ian, his tone slow and deliberate, a seductive lilt that made me
narrow my eyes.

Adam gave him a small smile not hearing the tone. "Thanks man. I would
really appreciate another friend." He smiled at me and winked. "On top of
the great friends and awesome boyfriend I already have." He finished by
squeezing my hand.

I could have did a little dance all over Ian's stupid face. I trained my
boy well. Ian looked between us and I didn't like the surprise that
flashed over his features. He looked at me with a disdain filled gaze
that was weighing, and dammit, I think I just have been found wanting. He
turned away from me and I knew a "be gone, bitch" dismissal when I saw
one. Son of a bitch.

"You two are together then?" asked Ian, his smile directed only at Adam.

"Yes," I answered almost growling. Was this ginger headed bastard really
putting the moves on my man right in front of me? I don't think so. "Is
there a problem with that?"

Ian chuckled, looking at me with a patronizing stare. "Of course not. I
just never would have guessed you two would be boyfriends." He looked at
his watch and stood up. "Well I need to leave a few minutes earlier so I
can meet my sister. I hope I see you guys later."

I hope not. Jerk.

I watched him walk off and I really wanted to utter a jinx to trip him
up. He walked into the school with a certain swagger in his step that was
too confident, too haughty. He was like a freaking real live Mean Girl,
but having nuts and all, a Mean Boy.

"Well that was... interesting," said Ryan breaking the silence, popping a
chip in his mouth.

Adam shook his head. "His personality takes a while to get used to."

Killian snorted. "That's saying it nicely. He was a first class dick."

"I would have gone with cum guzzler personally," I added. "He is a
professional bastard. There is nothing else to say about it."

Killian clapped and nodded in an agreement. "Who in the hell did he think
he was dissing me and my career."

"And he fucking dismissed me like I was crackwhore begging for a dollar,"
I muttered, still wondering if it was too late to throw a jinx on that
cum stain named Ian Graison.

Ryan shook his head, smiling. "I think you two are looking way too into
it."

"Me too," agreed Adam. "He was kind of stuck up, but he wasn't outwardly
rude."

I wanted to argue. They just didn't get it. They weren't popular. I
didn't mean it in a mean way but it was a fact. They didn't know the art
of subtle put downs and dismissals. Killian and I ran in the same circle
of friends since we were kids. We knew how cliques operated and the inner
workings of teenage dynamics. I knew snobbery when I saw it and I knew
inside that Ian was far from done with hitting on my boyfriend. I looked
at Killian. I don't know what it was but I could read him perfectly and
he did the same. He radiated irritation and almost anger exactly like me.
We were in agreement on this. Ian Graison had just made an enemy out of
us. I shuddered. Dear God, did Killian and I just come to an agreement on
something.

Adam rubbed my arm seeing me shudder. "You cold or something, Love?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine.

We kissed and my annoyance at Ian was washed away in the heat of our
kiss. This was a reason why I loved him. He could take me places and make
me forget anything that was bothering me.

***

	The sun had long gone down hours ago and night descended across
the sky. I sat in the living room back at home working on homework. I was
thanking God that I had managed to pull off an A average last year since
I had taken on my Chosen duties. If I had been dropped from the Student
Council or the Honors Society then Mom would have my ass.

The front door slammed and I smiled a bright, false smile at Morgan as
she crossed the room to enter the kitchen. "Hello, sister dear. Who may I
ask did you leave in charge of Hell in your absence to visit this here
mortal plane."

She smiled back, just as fake. Someone had been taking notes. "Your
boyfriend of course. I mean that's where gays belong right."

My smile turned frosty. "So says bigoted assholes. You know the type of
people you go down on for two bucks and a ride to the mall."

The front door slammed again and we both knowingly didn't say anything as
Mom appeared in the doorway. She and Morgan looked like duplicates of
each other with their curling blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. Both
were under 5'5, short. I was always thankful that I inherited Dad's
height rather than our Mom's.

"Hi, Mom," I greeted her with an innocent smile.

She looked right through us and sighed heavily. "Honestly you two can you
try and be civil for a whole hour."

Ouch. Busted. "He started it!" Morgan cried out instantly.

Snitch. My mouth dropped open. That little stool pigeon. "I don't think
Morgan can lay all the blame on me. I mean looking the way she does makes
her a perfect target."

"Chad..." Mom said warningly.

I knew when to step back. And this was definitely one of those times. I
rolled my eyes and studiously focused on my books. Morgan glared at me
but I steadfast refused to meet her stare and she walked into the kitchen
in a huff. I smiled inwardly. Who knew ignoring someone irritates them
just as much as actually picking on them. I would have to remember that
one. I always thought it was just a myth.

Mom sat on the couch and turned on the evening news. I watched her out of
my peripheral vision as she pulled out her laptop and a notebook from her
bag. It had been eight months since she had submitted her article on the
Chosen that had made the front page of Centennial Times. Her career had
indeed skyrocketing for a time as people all wanted to know who were
"Centennial's Heroic Quartet". The name still made me cringe. The town
buzzed with a weird energy as people everywhere talked about previous
sightings and more and more witnesses came forward. A few stories were
true but most of the so called witnesses were full of shit.

The buzz had finally died around May since there were no further
sightings. I had wanted us to just transform and make a brief appearance
somewhere but Nathaniel quickly shot my plan down. Directly exposing
ourselves could in the long run have negative effects. I guess he was
right, but I really wanted Mom's career to keep climbing. It was mid-
August now and she was working on other assignments, but I knew that she
was itching for another story on "Centennial's Heroic Quartet". She
wouldn't be a reporter if she didn't.

"So what are you working on, honey?" asked Mom.

I looked up and gestured at the scattered pages in front of me. "Latin.
It's kicking me in the face too."

She laughed. "Well maybe I can help," she offered hopefully.

Yeah right. I gave her a look. "Mom let's be for real. Your Spanish is
barely recognizable."

"Okay, I guess that's a no," she half smiled.

I patted her hand consolingly. "Yep, that's a no."

We both laughed and I got back to work on this damn Latin. Why didn't I
take everyone else's example and take Spanish. Nooo... I had to go and
take the language that no one else freaking uses. It seemed a good idea
at the time.

The language the Atlanteans spoke is like a throwback, medieval form of
Latin. Atlantean was the first language that eventually evolved into what
the world knows as Latin. I figured my memories would be jogged by the
constant sound of the similar sounding language. Sadly, no. My damn past
incarnation memories came and went. I had to intensely focus to remember
something from back then. I didn't have a good memory in the first place
so trying to remember events from millions of years ago wasn't an easy
feat.

"Jesus Christ!"

I looked at Mom surprised at her sudden outburst. She was staring at the
TV with a gaping jaw and wide eyes. I followed her eyes to the TV. The
news program was still on but scrolling script declared that this was
live breaking news.

"I'm standing outside the Metropolitan Museum of Arts right now, where
just fifteen minutes ago a group of assailants broke in and killed all
guards and staff," said the reporter, staring avidly into the camera and
gesturing at the building behind him. "As we speak, CPD are preparing to
mobilize and stop the attackers."

My eyes widened as the Centennial Police Department rushed past the
reporter decked out in all black wearing full SWAT gear. They entered the
building and I gasped as gunfire echoed from the building and the
reporter ducked for cover screaming into the microphone. My heart
hammered in my chest and I watched horrified as bodies, cleaved in half,
blood spraying through the air were thrown from the museums doors.
Screams split the air as more and more bodies, mutilated and disfigured,
were tossed out onto the buildings steps in a mess of torn flesh and
headless bodies.

"This is unbelievable," said Mom in shock. She reached for her cell phone
and frantically started to dial.

I watched with a numb sort of detachment as the newsroom took over the
picture of the massacre in downtown. I dimly heard my Mom in the
background rapidly talk into her phone. Something stirred in my chest.
This wasn't right. People didn't get torn in half and tossed around like
toys. Nothing normal... Nothing human could do that.

I closed my eyes. The feeling in my chest was urging to me to act. I knew
what to do. Looks like our peace was over. I slipped from the living room
and jogged upstairs to my bedroom.

Where did I put it? I looked around my room and then I remembered with
sudden clarity. Hastily, I reached between my mattress for the thin blue
phone that was much more than a simple cell phone. I flipped it open and
pressed a button. I didn't have to wait long before I was answered and
the screen showed three separate sections, each division filled with a
face of my fellow soldiers.

"Guys, we have a problem. It's started again..."


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And we start off Heaven's Trumpet finally. Expect another chapter soon
since I sliced this chapter in half. It was getting too convoluted to me.
I hope you guys liked this start off. Next Chapter: The Chosen reappear
after 8 months. The boys see their new enemies aren't the usual suspects.
Ian's sister makes an appearance.

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