Tanner and the Forgotten

Well That was Stupid

I was distracted all day, always looking over my shoulder, always looking for Raina. Being in an orphanage had taught me that I needed to be wary of people like her. Quiet people who know more than they're telling. Especially ones with powers. I paid enough attention I class to kind of know what they were talking about, but not enough to remember it afterwards. I did text Addison a lot. Almost got in trouble for it too. P.E was where everything exciting happened.

I had just finished putting on my gym shorts and was in the middle of taking off my shirt.

"Hey Redhead! Your sister here?"I heard a voice say behind me. I finished taking off my shirt and turned around. To my dismay, Butch, the jock, was standing there with his arms crossed and an arrogant smile on his stupid perfect face.

"Cuz there's a rumor going around about how pleasing your sister can be in bed." I looked at him and said quietly,

"Don't you dare talk about my sister that way"
"Oooh so scary, the redheaded twig is fighting back," he stepped forward, and shoved me down against the locker.
"Leave us alone Butch" I said, looking up at him. Anger was boiling up inside me. I supposed I could use my powers on him but we were surrounded by people and I couldn't risk being exposed. He smirked.

"Make me. Oh, and you might want to make me before I get your baby sister in my-" with a roar, I threw my first at his face. It connected with his cheek bone and jerked his head back. As he stumbled back, I followed him instep, swinging and kicking at him the entire time. I could faintly hear people laughing, shouting my name and Butchs name. I didn't care. Something wrapped around my arms like iron rods, pulling me and all of my fury away from the miserable little prick in front of me.

The arms held me in place while Butch gathered himself together. He wiped blood off of his eyebrow and straightened his letterman jacket.

"Well, I can say I'm impressed. I didn't think you were quite that fast." He slowly took off his jacket and handed it to someone on his right. "This is gonna be fun"

The first blow landed in my gut, throwing my top half forward. It felt like getting hit with a wooden basketball. I grunted and looked up just in time for Butches fist to slam down on my cheek. My head jerked sideways and my knees buckled. At first my cheek was numb, but pain started spreading, filling my face with red, molten pain. Someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head up just in time for another hit. Again, my head was jerked down and sideways. This time, instead of pulling my head up, the two boys holding my arms down pulled me on to my feet. I struggled against them, trying to get free, throwing kicks at their legs and trying to rip my arms from their grasp. I was interrupted by another blow to my stomach. I grunted in pain as I was thrown over. Butch stepped closer to me and hit my gut over, and over, and over, and over. After one last kick, Butch move to my face, punching both sides. My knees had buckled a long time ago, the edges of my vision were red and slowly turning black. In the distance I heard a loud voice ask what exactly the boys thought that they were doing. It had the authority of the coach, maybe even more so, but it wasn't the coach. It sounded familiar. My last thought before I passed out was, that was incredibly stupid Tanner.