Chapter 8:Recruits

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School is terrible, just like everyday. As usual, the bullies write insults on pieces of paper and stuff it in my locker. My name is Danny Fresko, I long for the day when I can leave Cleveland, Ohio.

I brush past the crowd of students and to the library. I'm halfway through a book when someone talks to me.

" Are you Danny Fresko?" Someone asks, I look up.

He's a teenage boy with black hair and bluish-green eyes.

" Yes." I say a bit nervous.

" Iv'e been searching for you." He says then takes my hand.

The world around me shifts. I am no longer in the school library, instead I'm on top of a hill. Three kids and one monster are staring down at me. The teleporter is gone.

" Not a nerd." The tallest one says, his eyes are blue.

Well this is just great, I'm going to get bullied by this guy and I don't know what's going on. I enter the decent-sized hut. It's seven feet long and six feet wide. I sit on what looks like a home-made chair.

" What's going on?" I ask the muscular kid with blonde hair.

" My friend Josh is the one who teleported you. Terrorists from a different dimension wants to take over Earth. We're trying to stop them." He responds. I laugh.

" I'm not joking." He says. His tone is furious.

" I don't believe you, there is no way that there are terrorists from another dimen--" I'm interrupted by something ripping into my shoulder. I fall on the wooden floor.

" Werus, get the wimp out of here! Sasha and Alan, let's take these boys down!" The bully shouts, he sounds bloodthirsty.

I feel a arm slip under my legs and another one slip under my shoulder blades, this must be the kid named Werus. My right shoulder is stinging from the pain. When Werus carries me outside, I see the terrorists for the first time. They wear sunglasses and are wearing heavy long coats, although it's warm out. They carry long transparent guns. The bully is shooting them down with AK-47s and the girl uses a pistol. Werus sets me down on the grass.

The pain in my shoulder builds up and I yell in pain. Where is the teleporter? I'm going to mad if I have to die here. I desperately wish I was back in the library reading Harry Potter. After a full minute of gunshots and pain, the teleporter arrives with a girl, she has short brown hair.

" Heal him Nora." The teleporter demands.

I stare into the girl's brown eyes as she heals my shoulder. I turn my head towards the battle and see that the blond teen has opened a hole in the ground that swallows three terrorists.

Nora finishes healing me. I get butterflies in my stomach when she helps me up.

" I'm Danny." I tell her. Obviously not paying the teleporter any attention. My attention is on Nora now.

" Nora." She says.

I turn to the teleporter," Are you going to explain to me what's happening right now?"

" Later, you guys are going to love my other safe house." He exclaims cheerfully, losing his seriousness.

One of the terrorists gets to close to me, his gloves hands reaching for my neck. The terrorist is seven and a half feet tall, and he pulls me close to his face, lifting me a few feet off the ground.

"Human!" He shouts, unsheathing his sword."I'm going to enjoy this." He gets shot in the head by the black-haired teenager who teleported me. I take his sword and I feel like I'm in a videogame, watching the seven feet tall men rush at me. I swing the sword at them, red electricity appearing on the sword. One of them closes in on me, a similar sword in his hand. I stab him in his chest and watch as his body convulses violently, the red electricity shrouding him.

I pull the sword from his body when he dies seconds later.

"Watch out!" Nora yells at me. When I look behind me, I catch sight of a terrorist charging towards me. He has a mace in both of his hands, and I watch as his trench coat flaps wildly as the wind moves it wildly. The tall teenaged girl with black hair steps into view, wielding a sword of her own. She's about six feet tall, or slighter shorter, with long black hair. She is much taller than me. She's dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. Her black hair is short and she is strikingly beautiful.

"I'm Sasha." She tells me, hurling the sword at the terrorist. It goes spinning into the terrorist's neck, chopping off his head.

"I'm D-Danny." I tell her, unable to speak correctly. She's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Literally. More terrorists surround us, wielding guns and daggers. I slice off the arm of one of the terrorists, then impale another one in his chest.

"Best day of my life!" I shout, stabbing a terrorist in his leg. Sasha snaps his neck, then kills him by chopping off his head. Three more terrorists lunge at us, weapons ready. The ground below them opens, sending them falling to their death. I see the tall and muscular blond teenaged boy a few yards away, staring at the spot where the terrorists were. It's like moved the ground with his mind, maybe he did.

Werus shoots bullets at the terrorists. The black-haired teleporter is behind one of the terrorists, a knife in his hand. Sasha is beautiful as she punches one of the terrorists in his groin. I'm watching everything, enjoying the wonderful sight of teenagers fighting together to kill terrorists.

"They're called Nitaves," The black-haired teleporter tells me, walking over to me and staring at me with an irritated expression on his face."And Sasha, Werus, and Pasetto are Nitaves," It's like a sack of bricks is dropped on my head. The truth is shocking. Either way I'm going to try to date Nora and Sasha."I'm Josh."

I look at my bloody white shirt and sigh, Josh owes me a new shirt. Suddenly Nora lifts her shirt, I stare at her navel. Snap out of it Danny. I focus on why she just lifted her shirt, she retrieves a SubMachine gun from between her jeans and underwear. I watch in amazement as she fires at the approaching terrorists, not missing a shot.

Seconds later the terrorists are dead. I notice the teleporter is holding a green stone. He orders us to put our hands on it. I get butterflies in my stomach when Nora's fingers touch mine. The world around me becomes shifts.

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