It was a teaser for a never-completed Heyoka story. I have a copy right here...
Teaser for Heyoka 3: Survival Class
by Motley
“Class, it appears that we have a new member joining us today.” Mr. Anderson announced once the bell rang. I shrank away from his icy blue stare. “Heyoka, please, stand up so we can all get a look at you.”
I stood up.
“This student has been with us here at Whateley barely a week, and already he is living up to his name. Class, if you ever need an example of what not to do, look no further. You may be seated.” I found myself oddly entranced by Mr. Anderson’s thin lips and carefully enunciated speech. I knew that crossing this man would be a very bad idea. Unfortunately, he seemed to have it in for me already.
“Heyoka!”
My attention snapped back to the front of the room.
“Can you identify this man?” He asked while wielding a long pointer like a sword. The poster showed a gray haired man who could only be described as distinguished. He was wearing a velvet smoking jacket and was attended by a very well endowed nurse, although there was nothing in his stature that suggested he needed a nurse. The way he smirked at the camera seemed familiar, but I’m sure I’d never seen him before.
“No, sir,” I answered meekly.
“Nero.”
“That’s Rupert Covington, sir,” a kid from the back answered. I took note of his violet eyes, matching silk shirt, and Roman style curly black hair. I guessed from his name that he wasn’t going to be one of the good guys. Future villain or not, he gave Mr. Anderson all the respect a teacher could want.
“Rupert Covington, the real life inspiration for the James Bond character. Not very impressive on a mutant scale, exemplar level two, projective empath level one, manipulator of probability level two. Normally I would recommend that a student with these skills go into the used car business. So, what stood between Rupert Covington and a long and boring existence on a used car lot? Buttercup?”
“Training, sir,” replied the girl sitting next to the window. As the name implied, she was yellow, from her hair, to her skin, to her eyes. Even her dress was yellow. Despite that, there wasn’t really anything unusual about her, yet I couldn’t look away.
SMACK! I jumped as Mr. Anderson’s pointer hit my desk. I turned to see his scowling face just inches from my nose.
“Training, Heyoka, is what this class is about.” He straightened up and walked back to the front of the class. I took a few deep breaths as my heart slowed back down to normal.
“I don’t expect to turn you all into super agents. The most I can hope for is that you will live to see thirty. Rupert was a uniquely motivated individual. I don’t expect to find even one in this class who can live up to his reputation. None the less, I will make that training available to you. What you do with it is entirely up to you.”
He straightened up and walked over to the television set up in the front of the room. He picked up the remote and turned it on. “I have some footage from the security cameras detailing an incident in the cafeteria yesterday. Please watch closely. I will have questions for you later.”
I watched in horror as a large bear-like mutant walked up to a certain table and proceeded to bully a handsome and seemingly innocent teenager at dinner. I sunk as low in my seat as I could, which was difficult, because the desk wasn’t made for a full-sized adult. I sincerely hoped I’d be back to my normal self soon. I literally hit my head aganst the desk when Sara led the lust-struck beast away. I heard a few quiet giggles behind me.
At the end of the scene, Mr. Anderson rewound the tape and started it over again. He paused at the part where I put my hands down on the table. “Now, this may at first glance appear to be an entirely unprovoked incident, but the victim in question had attacked this student the day before.” Mr. Anderson tapped the screen with his pointer for emphasis. “Of course, this student was not a two-hundred and fifty pound monster then. In fact, he was a rather puny, inexperienced freshman on his way to his first day of classes. Now, what is the lesson to be found here? Molly?”
“Lack of information can be fatal,” a mousey-haired girl replied, as if the line was rehearsed and often used. She looked over at me and smiled sympathetically.
“Lack of information can be fatal,” Mr. Anderson repeated.
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