SUPERNOVA - RB Battles

4. Vain

Fear.
Fear lurked in the air and hung around like a foul odor of some sort of rotting body. The morning I went into my first class had to be the worst.
For once, the calm and laid back people were on edge. NightFoxx, a middle rank, was comforting Deeter. Deeter, has similar powers to PGHL, and was also considered a middle rank. The air around those two alone made me woozy. Deeter was physically afraid of losing his best friend.
If you think about it, it can be anyone in this room. Anyone really, just- vanish. Gone. We haven't even found Mr. Boringsworth yet. To be fair, I wasn't sure if we ever would. It was random- a strike of luck. Bad luck.
Our first period teacher came in, her hands shaking. She openly admitted there wasn't going to be any work until this situation is handled. Her words slurred as if she was drunk. Everyone knew she wasn't though. Even Calixo was a bit on edge still. Except for me.
What did I necessarily have to lose? Call me selfish all you want, but I was powerless after all. What would this anonymous vanish-er want with a nobody like me? Besides money..

The majority of the day was like this. We didn't think much of Mr. Boringsworth's disappearance after a while.
That was, until we went to lunch, and another alert rang on my phone. A similar sound that echoed from everyone else's phone from the lunchroom. We all knew what this meant.
I panicked. My breathing began to increase, the air around me feeling thick and warm. Calixo hugged me and checked his phone, too. The minute I saw who it was, shrieks and sobs bursted out in the cafeteria.
"DJ MONOPOLI, VANISHES ON SCHOOL GROUND. STAY PUT AND OUT OF OPEN SPACES." The alert read in a big red font, with an attached video of DJ disappearing exactly like Mr. Boringsworth.

My appetite was nonexistent at this rate. DJ was a high rank, too. Was Calixo next? The other hosts?
This was too much for me.
And for others, too. People were panicking, like it was a bomb going off. I felt glued to this uncomfortable plastic seat. My heart just dropped and I couldn't hear Calixo's yelling.

"Dude. We have to go." Calixo stressed. I felt like a child in a natural disaster- tears prick out of my eyes and dribbled down my face as Calixo took my hand. The announcements ordered us to stay calm and just dismiss ourselves from the school as soon as possible.
Who even knows if this person was on campus anymore? It could be a student, a teacher, or a visitor just- leaving. They could be anywhere. Remember when I said I wasn't scared? Scratch that. I am. I'm upset. I'm angry. I'm sad.

Calixo got us back to the dorm as fast as possible. We both slammed the door to my room and hid under the covers. It felt like a children's game. And I know it's wrong to say this, but it did lighten the air a bit.
After the tension broke, I got up and shut off every light in my room. Except for the glow-in-the-dark stars and the nightlights that glared in my room, it was a somewhat dark oasis. It was late in the afternoon, and the blinds were drawn and my breaths felt like they echoed in the room.

"..I'm scared." Calixo whispered. I turned to him in utter shock; he's never been scared, not in front of me anyway.
"Let's get rid of our phones, then." I disregarded his comment and placed my phone in the corner of my room. Calixo got what I implied and handed me his phone to place next to mine on the floor.
We both laid down and did quick chats with each other to break any tension. Isolation wasn't very fun, especially when it's the heat of the moment and everyone's treating this like there's some school shooter.


A few hours go by and there's nothing but silence met with our soft-pitched voices. Every now and then, security was heard with their heavy-duty belts patrolling outside.
I kept talking until I realized Calixo had fallen asleep and turned away from me. I turned away as well, fighting my instincts to let a waterfall of tears pour from my eyes.

Was I ever going to see DJ again? That stupid green spiky hair, the group making fun of his dumb crushes?
I stayed up for a bit longer. Probably another hour or two, staring into the corner of my room where our phones were laid down on the carpet.

Just as I felt my eyes grow heavy, our phones glared out two individual sirens one after the other.

...

I turned to Calixo who was still there.
I scooted closer to him out of fear of losing my friend, and I glued my eyes shut with fresh tears.

I have never been more scared of a phone alarm in my entire life.