A Brief Personal History of my Summer Mutation (Part 10)
A Brief Personal History of my Summer Mutation (Part 9)
A Brief Personal History of my Summer Mutation (Part 8)

Canon: Second Generation (222)
No Heroes
Part 6: Something to chew on
A Whateley Academy Tale
by null0trooper
"Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died"
— Leonard Cohen, "Everybody Knows"
Forte's actions have consequences she never expected.
People and plans are in motion,
Choices must be made.
Will she make the right ones?
No Heroes
Part 5: Once bitten
A Whateley Academy Tale
by null0trooper
"Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied"
— Leonard Cohen, "Everybody Knows"
No Heroes
Part 4: A definition of stress
A Whateley Academy Tale
by null0trooper
"Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich"
— Leonard Cohen, "Everybody Knows"
No Heroes
Part 2: Hard wakeup calls
A Whateley Academy Tale
by null0trooper
"Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows that the good guys lost."
— Leonard Cohen, "Everybody Knows"
More...
No Heroes
Part 1: New to the neighborhood
A Whateley Academy Tale
by null0trooper
Benjamin needs a new coat, a roommate, a clue or two, and maybe someone should inventory the rocks in his head. It's all good for something at Whateley Academy.
A/N: Thanks go out to Wasamon, Domoviye, and Amethyst for help with the Student Orientation.
"Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed."
— Leonard Cohen, "Everybody Knows"
No Heroes
Part 3: Memory's crooked lane
A Whateley Academy Tale
by null0trooper
Some people come to Academy because they need to, some come because they are needed. How far a person will go for a second chance can be as revealing as a light in the darkness. A candle ground underfoot along the way tells a darker, but no less important, tale. Which will you choose to remember when your own book is signed and closed?
"I've been a fool, I've been cruel to myself
I've been hanging onto nothing
When nothing could be worse than hanging on"
— Ruth Moody, "Heaven When We're Home"