Kingdom Hearts: New Key

Realization: K

I guess today is one of those bad days. Let's see, got pushed against a locker and got my glasses taken away. My lunch money is still surprisingly in my pocket, although it'll be gone by third period. My braces feel exceptionally tight today. My hair is a mess and my calculator is malfunctioning. Sounds like an average day in school. Nerds usually go through these kinds of things. I'm used to this though, unfortunately. It's funny cause I stand at 6' 2". So you'd expect a giant like me to be able to hold his own. But I'm pretty skinny, so I'm pretty weak. I've wanted to start martial arts classes and start working out. But I usually prefer modding my controllers and jailbreaking phones. I also like building little contraptions. My specialty is in the flight area. I've got flying drones, flying cars, flying phones, and flying stars.

Speaking of flying objects, I see Butch walking down the hall. Just as you would figure, he's about as ferocious as his name. He's about 5'9" but he has muscles that might as well be 7'6"; perfect for sending weak, prissy guys like me soaring through the air. He walks around like most thugs do, shoulders high, chest out, and a sneer that's ugly enough to make blind people cry. At least, that's my opinion. But it's not like my opinion would be biased, seeing as to how he finds making my life feel as fear filled and disappointing as ever a hobby, right?

Anyway, I try my best to avoid "Big, Bad, Butch" by ducking into a classroom that seems to be deserted and dim. I forgot to mention that I don't usually have the best of luck. He happened to have 20/20 class vision and saw me try to escape. He took the turn into the class and closed the door behind him.

"Let's get this over with this Wimpy K. Come and take this punch like a man and cough up that lunch money," Butch called to me, "Or you could make this fun and you could try to fight back. HA! Like it would work."

I stay crouched under a desk in the corner, hoping someone would come and save me. Of course, I don't have any fortune coming my way. I start to think about the previous, numerous times when I prayed to whatever God or higher being that existed to get me out of jams with Butch. I feel my body flush with despair, remembering that I was never heard by it, him, or her.

He walks around the room, taking his sweet time tracking down his prey. I'm trembling in fear, imagining the pain coming forth. I really don't feel in the mood to have to fix my glasses and my neatly ironed collar. Butch turns in my direction and sees me cowering under my only source of protection. He flares his nostrils and smiles. I'm so dead.... I may as well get my will and eulogy written down, I think to myself, a cold sweat falling down my back.

"Alright, time to cough up this lunch money. Be sure to squeal as much as you want by the way. I love sound effects while I'm beating punks like you," he jeers. He walks over to the desk and lifts it up and out of the way. I'm completely vulnerable now. He picks me up by my shirt and slams me against the wall. My head swings around like a rag doll. I feel dizzy and I see stars. Butch punches me in my gut and I feel the wind soar out of me. Before I can take another breath, he gives me a quick jab at my eye and sure enough, my glasses break. As I struggle to gather my breath, he lifts me in the air, my long, linky legs dangling.

As I finally take a deep shaky breath, I feel blown back into the wall. I wonder where Butch has gathered the strength to send me flying like this but I notice his body flying into the wall as well. I begin to breathe normally and as I release a breath, Butch goes flying across the room. I feel my heart leap in fear of whatever is making Butch fly through the air like this. I stand up and see Butch on the floor unconscious. Seeing him like this makes me feel so good inside. I take my pen out, ready to take advantage of his unconsciousness. I walk over to him and my pen turns into something strange. It turns into a weird, skeleton key shaped blade. It has a cyclone around the handle. The handle itself is  a straight whirlwind. The blade is a curved arc of wind with tornadoes to make up the key shape.

As I admire my new tool, a man in all black teleports into the room in a cloud of darkness. He dons a black trench coat and black boots and black gloves. He resembles a shadow.... I can't see anything on him but black. He takes off his hood and reveals his face. He has white skin and blonde hair. He also has green eyes and looks like a mad scientist.

"Ah, the new Keyblade subject!" the mysterious man muses, smiling creepily.

I widen my eyes and step back. I don't like the way he's smiling at me. Like some kind of experiment. I struggle to find words to say to this magical, mysterious person. I go ahead with, "Who are you?"

"No need to worry about that now, Keyblade wielder! Worry about showing me your abilities. Now, come at me," he bellows, making an ice blue shield appear in his hands.

I ready my tool, unsure of what to do with it. He raises an arm into the air and with it, a very dangerous looking icicle comes out of the ground. I'm unprepared for it and I fall back into a couple of desks. If he had aimed it closer, I could have been a human kabob. I stand to my feet, legs shaking in anxiety and fear. I ready my tool again and take a step towards the man. He reacts by summoning a chilling air into the room. Before I understand what's happening, I'm frozen in a block of ice. He laughs and begins to step towards me. He points his shield at me, the spikes at the tip of it, aimed at me. He's planning to impale me through the ice.

I panic and struggle against my icy restraints. I'm obviously locked inside. I shut my eyes hard, hoping against fate that I can somehow survive. I remember how I pushed Butch around earlier without laying a finger on him. I breathe in deeply and force by breath out. Immediately, the ice begins to crack. I breathe in again, and this time, I push my breath out with all the force I can muster. The ice explodes and the man is blown into the wall. He crashes through the Sheetrock and concrete that makes up the wall, dazed. I hurriedly scramble to him and plunge the blade into him. He coughs up into a cloud of darkness and appears behind me.

"Nice prowess, keyblade wielder. Thank you for the data. I'll be sure to share it with Xemnas!" He creates a dark portal and walks through, disappearing right along with it.

I'm flabbergasted, not knowing what to do I walk to a desk and sit. Just as I take my seat, the 10th grade math teacher steps inside and drops his keys in the doorway.

"Kaze, what happened here? What did you do to Butch? Why is there a hole in the wall? Go downstairs to the principal's office! Now!" he screams, his bald, white head turning into a tomato in rage. I decide to make a quick pit stop to the bathroom and get thoughts together.

Today's not looking well at all... And it's not the usual bad day.