"What are you guys doing?" Aku asked leaning over the game to look at Wishy, Kumo, and Mirai.
All three sat entrapped in wires that were pouring from the back of the arcade game "Fixin' the game.." Kumo replied concentrating on the wires that she had no idea where they went to.
Wishy and Mirai nodded their heads enthusiastically as they began connecting random wires in hopes of being mechanic geniuses and fixing the machine.
Aku hummed as she watched "By the way, I was thinking of heading to the mall later."
"Sounds good! Hand me that red wire" Kumo instructed Wishy, who complied handing the suspicious wire over.
Kumo picked up the wire and the one she received from Wishy and connected them. The wires reacted zapping Kumo with a hot bolt of energy that made her hair frizz up.
"Ow, bitch!" She yelped dropping the wires to the ground. Small bolts of electricity flickered off of her as she stomped outside, dramatically pissed at the machine that had the audacity to zap her.
"Kumo are you okay?" Mr. Llama called out, worried for his friend.
Kumo held up her finger where an almost unnoticeable red mark lay "Do I look okay!?"
Rumi deadpanned "Oh no, you're dying, whatever shall we do?"
"Don't be so dramatic" Mirai laughed as she watched her friend freak out.
"Dramatic? Am I being dramatic?" Kumo asked, a tick mark appearing on her forehead.
"A little bit" Aku called out, using Mr. Llama as a human shield Rumi trying to stand behind him as well as they watched Kumo.
The sky darkened and Kumo's long hair began to float around her as she looked at the other teens who stared worriedly at her.
"..Kumo?" Mr. Llama whispered.
The clouds darkened to an almost pitch black as loud claps of thunder rolled through the city booming in its residents' ears. Hail began to fall from the sky with a red hot fury as it pelted everyone around Kumo, except for Kumo herself.
"What?" She muttered confused as her friends tried to desperately dodge the chunks of angered ice.
Mirai made her way to Kumo, thinking she would also remain untouched if she stood next to the girl who didn't have a single bit of damage on her. She was sadly mistaken when baseball chunks of ice began to fling themselves at her knocking her unconscious.
"Oh shit Mirai! Are you dead??" Kumo yelled slapping a hand over her mouth at her friend who laid on the ground.
"Stop it!" Kumo screamed as she held her hands out in an attempt to make the crazy weather stop.
The hail stopped in mid-air as if by magic.
Kumo paused and closed her once open palm and the hail began to fall.
"That's so cool!" She squealed opening and closing her palm as the ice fell, and stopped.
"KUMO, CUT IT OUT" Wishy screeched dodging a particularly large iceball.
Kumo immediately held her palm out open to make the hail stop "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry.."
She waved her arms and the clouds began to clear, the sun melting the remaining bits of hail as her friends let out a sigh of relief.
"Guys. I think Mirai is dead" Aku pointed to the fallen friend.
"Oh Asahi, this is bad" Wishy murmured looking at the girl.
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FanfictionA group of teenagers, who are probably not mentally stable, were having fun. Chaotic fun. They were committing crimes left and right. Escaping the police barefoot; the group of teens run to the top of the highest building they can find, wiping out o...
