Zot (phan au)

Chapter 3

I thought Gym class would be my biggest problem after the few peaceful minutes I spent sitting amongst friends; oh how wrong I was.

A pack of distorted half dog, half human creatures were snarling; showing off their half-formed incisors drenched in glistening saliva, and their bloodshot, bloodthirsty eyes to me from directly below the branch I was hanging from. I tried climbing one of the tallest trees near our building to evade them as they chased me; transforming in fitful bursts of what seemed to be painful muscle spasms, bone rearrangement, and patches of fur growing.

Why do I always unintentionally do things that get me into terrible situations?

~~~

Of course lunch couldn't last forever, and I was debating jumping off the huge tree beside the school to break a leg.

Sometimes a stage term for good luck, but in this case it would help me sit out in P.E., my next class.

"You might not wanna do that y'know," Tyler told me as he traveled past.

Right, I remembered, he was probably the only tolerable mind reader I'd met so far.

"Then what do you suggest I do?"

"Just go, what's the worst that could happen?"

"I could get hit with a ball and die."

Tyler laughed until he realized I wasn't joking at which point his chuckling turned into awkward coughing.

"Come on, isn't that a bit dramatic?"

"Have you seen the people I'd be forced to compete with? They'd squash me as easily as a fly."

I remembered Chris' earlier comment about me not even being able to do that.

"I'm hopeless," I dropped my head on the grey concrete table.

"Well don't do that, you'll get a migraine," Tyler cringed.

I just groaned and flopped my arms onto the table before sighing and eventually getting up.

"Welp good luck,"he turned and started walking away before stopping and saying over his shoulder that,"Oh by the way you're already 5 minutes late, you might want to hurry."

My eyes widened in a way that might have seemed comical and unnecessary, but Mr.Winchester was gonna be pissed.

It shouldn't have been such a big deal; he had no abilities, but he overcompensated just a tad.

Maybe that's a bit of an anti-hyperbole; he was muscly enough to pass as an SO. Usually schools don't hire zots, but there was a rumour he scared them into giving him a job.

The point is I'd been sidestepping his class for the past month with coincidental "injuries" and "illnesses", but this time I had nothing.

~~~

As I arrived at my class(15 minutes late), I was confronted with a completely unexpected sight. They were doing...yoga?

"Okay class, now hold the downward dog for 5 minutes," the teacher, who wasn't Mr.Winchester, commanded.

"5 minutes?!"

"It's usually 30 seconds!"

"Right, that's what I meant," he coughed.

I thought maybe I could just sneak out again before he could see me, but before I could enact my daring escape plan(turning and walking out the door), I was foiled.

Of course we had idiot muscleheads and a-hole mind readers, but then there were the morphlings. Sick hunger games reference, I know, but they weren't usually the best. The ones who could only change their appearance to other humans were rude enough, and usually had some sort of facial oddity. Morphlings that could change into animals however were a different story; they were meaner and would most likely leave anyone scarred.

My class's group of them were shoving each other and betting on who could transform into the best dog when one of them, Aaron(I think), smashed into me. The room went silent at my high pitched manly squeal. As I hit the ground. The new teacher finally noticed my arrival.

"Are you a new student?" He asked politely.

"No,"I replied,"Where's Mr.Winchester?"

"I am Mr.Winchester?" He seemed confused.

"Well you've gotten a lot taller, grown out your hair, and have a completely different face, nice."

Everyone started to laugh. I thought they were laughing with me, but it got worse when I asked if he was just his husband.

"My brother is actually missing, he was on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days, I'm filling in for him."

And that was when I wanted to melt into the ground, but unfortunately that's not my power either. 

~~~

"Hey zot."

I just wanted to go home, but apparently they had something else in mind.

"You pushed over our buddy Aaron; he might be a pushover but we're gonna fuck you up," Clarence, their leader, threatened.

They weren't very intimidating. Or that was until they transformed.

"I...what's even happening? I mean you guys really don't have to–"

Trying to talk to them probably wasn't the best idea; I could've had a head start and not ended up in this freaking tree.

I mean it's been ten minutes, what's their end game anyway? They wouldn't try to actually kill me, right?

"Look, I'm sorry I got in the way of one of you when you were messing around, but can't we just move on?"

Some of them actually growled; even if they sounded a bit burbly they were still intimidating enough to push the idea that I should be higher up into my head.

This, unsurprisingly, turned out to be a very bad idea. Soon enough I was falling through the air, and I can't honestly say I hated it. I felt like an aviator, like I was powerful; more than just the weak, powerless freak.

What I thought before I was about to make my impact on the ground wasn't the impact or hitting the ground; I thought: at least I'll get to miss the actual next gym class. As it turned out what I landed on would have a bigger impact on me than I would on it.

I landed in someone's arms, and as I prepared to be ripped to shreds like paper, but with more flesh and blood, I realized it wasn't happening.

Everything was eerily quiet, like God had turned down the volume of all existence; I couldn't even hear my own breathing or heartbeat. I wondered if I was even still alive, at that point I was almost certain I was a ghost.

Well that would've been cool–I could've terrorized Greg and Clarence with my ghostly powers(or at least mildly annoyed them)– the silence turned out to just be because I was shocked.

Once it wore off, everything fazed back from static, and I heard the person who's arms I was in say,"I'll make sure they don't hurt you." I could vaguely hear the echoey voice of new Mr. Winchester say,"It's time we took a trip to the principal's office," before the growling stopped, but all I focused on was that the body carrying me didn't seem to have a heartbeat.

An//...ooo exciting hello again everyone, this is probably mostly filler, but I'm gonna stop apologizing for it sucking now.
I'm trying something different for the next chapter, so...later I guess?