Prologue

In the middle of some jungle.

"Running, why do these jobs always end up with me running?" A young man said to himself while running from about 20 villagers armed with pitch forks, and fire. "I'm never working for these people again." The man continued ranting about his job as he tried to lose the men chasing him.

The man finally stopped and turned around, then in a loud powerful voice asked, "What is it that you want from me? There's no reason you should be, I mean I saved all of you from that man." The villagers stopped and looked fearfully at the man they were chasing. "You killed him from a great distance using the magic of thunder." One of the villagers yelled.

"It was a gun you idiots," the man growled, "look, it works by throwing a projectile, a small metal cone-ish shaped object, faster than your eyes can follow, and it has pin point accuracy. Well, it doesn't always have pin point accuracy, but when I'm the one using it then yes, it has pin-point accuracy."

The villagers started speaking with each other until one man stood out and walked out to the man. "We will let you go, if you give us this gun and teach us to use it's mighty power."

"Yeah, about that, well.. um., I have to say no to that." At this point the villagers were getting a bit angry... I mean angrier. "You see, the., uh great and powerful god of thunder, who gave me this weapon, yeah, him and me, old pals. Anyway he kind of wants it back and stuff, so I'll just have to go now... Bye!" At that the man ran off as fast as his feet could carry him.

In the basement of an average suburban home.

"Wow," A man thought looking inside a box in the basement, "I didn't know we still had these comics. My wife lied. I'm going to have to be sure to remember not to mention the fact that I found these to her."

"Ok, here's the rock you wanted, now give me the money Bill." The man from before stated.

Bill sighed, " How many times have I asked you not to call me Bill, son. Anyway nice job sneaking in here like that Kolton, I honestly had no idea you were here."

"I guess I'm just that good." Kolton said.

"Yeah well, good job on getting the rock, I'll give you you're cut of the money later." His father said hurriedly.

"My cut of the money? You've never given me any of the money I work so hard for before, what's going on?"

"Go upstairs, there's something your mother and I have to discuss with you."

"Yeah, what's that?" Kolton asked.

Bill sighed, "Just go upstairs and find out."

"Fine!" Kolton scoffed.

Kolton went upstairs and sat at the table. "What is it?"

"Me and your mother talked," Bill started grabbing Kolton by the arm to make sure he wouldn't escape. "We decided that it would be best if you went to an actual school."

"I don't need school." Kolton growled, slipping free of his fathers grip and heading towards the door. At the door he turned toward his father, "and I don't appreciate being told what to do."

Bill started mumbling under his breath, "Actually it's required by law since apparently if you want to be home schooled you would have to do some sort of paperwork that neither your mother nor me managed to get to in time." Bill walked forward and looked his son in the eyes, "and we don't want people to start looking at us to closely do we?"

"Fine." Kolton grunted, "But only if I get to choose the school."

"Ok, that sounds fair enough." Bill said

In another house across the country.

"So, what school did you decide to go to honey?" A woman asked her daughter.

"Like I have a choice, the only school that accepts people like us is Host G High." The girl whispered grumpily.

"Now, now honey, don't go being such a grump just because you don't want to go to there." Her mother said..

"Mom, stop calling me honey, my name is Jenna." Jenna said.

"Fine," Jenna's mom said, "grumpy."

"I'll go there, but I'm not going to be happy about it." Jenna said

"Well you didn't have a choice anyway. Ha." Her mom said sticking out her tongue.

"I'm going to this place." Kolton said handing his parents a brochure to the school.

"What!" His father exclaimed. "That place... You just chose that place so we would have to move."

"Ha!" He smirked. "That's what you get for making me go to school."

"Really?" His father said. "Well, as your father I'm not allowing you to enter into this school."

"Now, Now, Bill." Kolton's mother said softly. "You don't want to set a bad example for our child by breaking your promise do you? Like it or not, he's just going to have to move there on his own."

"Thanks for understanding mother." Kolton said. "Wait, did you just say I had to move, as in alone, by myself?"

"Why of course darling." His mother said with a twinkle in her eye. "It is a boarding school after all."