The Twelve Heroes: Finding Our Identity (Editing)

Fight, Fight, Fight! (Edited)

Cameron Stone’s P.O.V.

“You’re just going to run away again. Aren’t you, Cameron?” Michael Peters teased me.

I didn’t respond. He was right; I was just going to run away again.

All around us people were chanting, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”. It annoyed me. I clenched my fists, acting like I was getting ready to punch Michael.

“Booock! Bock, bock, booock!” Michael made flapping motions with his arms.

“Shut up, Michael.” I spat.

“What are you going to do about it? Punch me? You don’t even have enough guts to kill a fly.” All around us a big “Oooo!” erupted from the crowd.

“Michael, you better watch it.” I growled.

“Or what? You’ll run away crying?” Michael smirked.

This was my life. I would cause a fight. Get teased. Then run away. Something inside of me urged me to fight the person but I just couldn’t.

I slowly stalked over to Michael. Then, out of nowhere, I just punched him. My arm acted of it’s own accord.

“Dude! What’s your problem!?” Michael yelled. He had clutched his nose which was currently bleeding.

“You wanted a fight. I gave you one.” I chuckled distastfully before walking out of the circle of people surrounding us.

As I was walking away, a note fluttered down from somewhere and I instinctively caught it. Before I could rip it up a soft but demanding voice said to open it. The note was written on ancient beige parchment. The note read, “Want to know why you always have the impulse to beat someone up? Want to know why your hear voices whispering to you sometimes? Meet me at the local park tomorrow at 3:00. All your questions will be answered tomorrow.”. I stuffed the note into my jacket pocket and continued walking towards my house.

I admit it, I did want to find out answers. I made up my mind and promised that I would be at the park tomorrow at 3:00. If this was just some kind of prank, I would beat up whoever planned it.