Fatal Element (On Hold)

Chapter 1 - Invited

A/N - This chapter is dedicated to ImInGallifrey, my first fan and the first person to comment saying she wanted it to continue! That comment really made my day so thank you. :)

Also, sorry if this chapter's slightly boring. I just had to introduce my first main character and stuff. I think the next chapter will be quite similar but I'll try to get it to the plot as soon as possible. :D

Thank you to anyone who actually bothers to read these random ramblings. I'm going to get ready for the vegetable tossing now.

xxxx

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Chapter 1 - Invited

"Would you give up?" I snapped at Jordan, my best friend who, at this moment was jumping up and down like a three-year-old who was just told he could have Jelly Tots today. You’d never be able to tell Jordan is twenty, only a year older than I am.

Jordan stood still, his sandy blond hair falling in a heap on top of his head, "What’s up with you?" he asked.

"I’m trying to concentrate…and I really don’t wanna hear anymore about that stupid Night thingamajig that everyone’s talking about," I said, trying (and failing) not to snap at him, "I swear that’s all I’ve heard about this week!"

Saying that Jordan was gobsmacked would be an understatement. His eyes were wide; almost bulging out from his head and his mouth was open wider than a fish in shock. Well, in my nineteen years of living, I’ve never seen a fish in shock, but I do know they have a habit of swimming with their mouths open in the shape of an O. Right now, this was Jordan.

"It’s the Night Association," he corrected, when he finally began breathing again, "And, how can you say it’s stupid? It’s the only time the High Circle have ever given us an opportunity to be involved in their work!" The High Circle is just a group of professors in the higher part of the University, meaning the head and those just under him. To students and professors below them, they’re known as the High Circle. According to their logic, they were superior to everyone. I have a tendency to ignore their so-called superiority. Honestly, it was the best part of my day.

I yawned, covering my mouth to try and make it unnoticeable. Unfortunately, I wasn’t that subtle, "Come on…" now he sounded desperate; "Everyone in the University wants to get an invite to initiation."

I was getting tired of this. Nothing he says about the Night Association will make me change my mind, "And, since when am I everyone?" I questioned.

"You got a point there," he admitted, "I just really want to get into the Night Association. It sounds so awesome!"

"You will," I said, "They’re letting everyone with an invitation in. A lot of people have got them already."

I didn’t see the point of it. The Night Association is a new organisation that the High Circle has created for the students to get involved with the work that they do, which is a big deal for most people, considering we barely hear anything from them, let alone know what they actually do. I don’t want to spend my nights learning about what the High Circle actually do with their power. I’d much rather spend them down by the lake, or better yet, sleeping.

The only thing interesting about this organisation was how they delivered the invitations. People in black cloaks, presumably members of the High Circle, are going around delivering the invitations. The invitations themselves are sealed in night black envelopes with only the curled silvery lettering of your name on the front. I admit that it’s quite pretty but they just want to be mysterious. We don’t even know what is going to happen at the initiation. All we know is that if invited, you’re expected to attend. I hope to god I don’t get invited, because I don’t want to be forced to go.

Of course, because I’m known for jinxing things, I didn’t get my wish. I felt a light tap of my shoulder. I expected it to be Jordan, but he was still stood in front of me. I turned round to see a black hooded figure stood there with a black envelope held out to me. I took it and nodded, checking to make sure the figure had left before I looked at it. I didn’t need to open it to know what it was. I could tell by the delivery and the curled silver lettering on the front of the black envelope. Staring at the envelope in my hand, I read the lettering on the front, which only said my name: Lena Cameron.

Oh great. I think I’ve just been invited to join the Night Association. Perfect.