The Apocalypse [The Original]

Ch. 1

It was a warm and sunny day when the bus pulled up to the driveway. Just another day at school, he thought. Jason was 16 and in High School. He gets picked on mostly every day and he's sick of it. He got on the bus and took the seat in the front. They got to another stop when a tough-looking kid got on.

"I believe your sitting in my seat. Move."

"No I sat here first."

"You better move, or else."

The bus driver cut in.

"Is there a problem? Find another seat Mike."

"Fine." He looked at Jason. "We're not through yet."

Finally, after a few stops, the bus arrived at the High School. Everyone filed out of the bus. Jason's first class was Math. He got some verbal abuse. Unfortunately the teacher didn't notice. He was becoming extremely fed up with all this. He felt anger. Just then he felt his rage build up inside of him. He grabbed his chest.

"Ahh! Ahh! It hurts!"

"What's his problem?" Mike asked. "Did he eat something that didn't agree with him?"

The class laughed at him.

"You guys better stop. I'm warning you."

"Ha!" Mike laughed. "You're warning me?"

"Mike," the teacher said. "That's enough. Do you need to go to the nurse, Jason?"

"I... don't... know."

The teacher walked over to him. Jason raised his head and the teacher backed away.

"Jason? There's something wrong with your eyes."

"Huh?" Jason said. He ran over to the sink in the classroom and looked in the mirror. He saw something that scared him. He could see flames inside of his eyes.

"What's... happening... to me."

"Hey, Jason! Let's finish what we started on the bus! What do ya say?"

"I say..." he started. He raised his hands and slammed them down on a desk and broke it in half.

"Let's do it!"

"Whoa." Mike said, frightened.

The whole class just stared in awe. Jason closed his eyes and opened them again. When he opened them his eyes were blue again. He looked down at the desk.

"What happened?" he looked at his hands. "Ahh!" he screamed. His chest felt like it was going to explode. "What's happening to me?"

He stumbled and tripped over to the window. Then all of a sudden his hand started to give of a blue light, then it grew brighter and sent a shock wave that threw him out the window.

"Oh my god!" someone yelled. The class ran over to the window. They saw Jason lying on the ground.

"Is he dead?" someone asked.

"Of course." another kid responded.

"Look!" someone yelled. "He's moving.

The class looked down again. Jason lifted his hands out of the whole he had made from his fall and lifted himself out of the hole.

He stood up, looked up at the class, and waved. "I'm fine!"

"How'd you survive the fall!" a kid yelled down. "You fell from the third floor!"

"Uh... I'm not sure! Arh!"

His whole body ached from the fall. Even though it hurt he was glad he was alive.