My Trips are Weird - Sequel to MCIW (Lots of Fandoms crossover)

Chance Thorp

Sorry it’s been so long – I know I’ve been really useless with updates and writing and stuff . . . shouldn’t really be an excuse but I tried . . .  

I couldn’t help but sense the sudden rise in tension. It was like a thick mist that had settled in the air around us all, trapping us in the stares of the people in front of us and making it impossible to turn back.

I couldn’t help notice that – although they were outnumbered by five people – they didn’t care. In fact the guy at the front of the pack squared up his shoulders as if accepting the challenge.

“Look what we’ve found wondering.” The guy jeered. He was tall with black hair gelled back making his features prominent and dark. “Are the little Thirkies lost?”

I flinched unnecessarily when he said ‘Thirkies’- it was the way he sharpened the word (a silly nickname for the students at my school: Thirkwood High)

“Thirkies? Oh God.” Sherlock sighed with an eye roll, “Is that the best you can do?”

The guy sneered, “The best is wasted on you lot.”

Sherlock stiffened, “Oh really?”

“Really.”

Silence fell again, the ultimate stare off.

I shuffled and pulled at Loki’s sleeve, “What’s happening?”

Loki looked at me as if I was an idiot, “No one ever wants the throw the first punch now, do they?”

I gave him a wide eyed look, “A fight?”

“Sylar is always looking for a fight.” Loki growled, “One day I’ll punch him in his smug little face.”

“That’s a little bit dark.” I bit my lip slightly and Loki could only shrug.

"What do you want?” Greg asked. He actually looked around the same age as Sylar – a year older than me.

Sylar narrowed his eyes at Greg, that awful look crossing his face that reminded me of recollection . . . and hatred.

Maybe this feud between schools was worse than I’d previously imagined.

It wasn’t Sylar who answered Greg, though – it was a guy in a long grey jacket who stepped forward with the swiftness of a lizard, his head tilted down so that he was looking forward from under his eyelids.

John was the one who now looked ready to punch someone.

“Now, now Sherlock, Greg . . . back off.” His voice was filled with a sinister kind of laugh.

“Back off? You started it!” John suddenly spat childishly.

“Ohhh got a feisty one here, Sherlock!” The guy said.

“Shut up Moriarty!”

Loki made humming noises in the back of his throat, “And it keeps getting worse . .  .” – the funny part was that he sang it as he mumbled it.

It was no laughing matter but I laughed anyway.

Clara shot me a worried look as if to ask what I was doing but I couldn’t explain to her what Loki had said.

There was a girl stood at the back of the Chance Thorp group who was staring at me anyway. I knew that look: it was the look of someone who had spotted the new girl.

I averted my gaze to where Sherlock was snidely speaking to the guy John had called Moriarty and Sylar.

“ . . . you want to punch me over and over until your arm weakens?” Sherlock smiled looking more towards Sylar than Moriarty.

“Fitting ending for this little game of ours, don’t you think?” Moriarty smiled.

“Punching Sherlock in the face?” I said out loud then clamped my hands over my mouth.

Moriarty raised an eyebrow and Sylar looked amused.

“Why not?” Sylar asked.

“It just seems very – ugh . . . ambitious?”

Everyone apart from the Chance Thorp lot giggled.

“I tell you what,” Sherlock cleared his throat, “You can kick our butts at camp.” It was the most happy, lighthearted comment I’d ever heard Sherlock say.

“Yeah-,” Loki began then thought for a moment – “Wait? Camp?”

“Of cause camp!” Sherlock growled, “It’s obvious isn’t it? Squaring up to us but not throwing a punch? Not at all like you Sylar – obviously waiting to prove that you’re better than us so biding your time. The schools will be in competition at camp like every year so until then you have nothing to prove. Let’s face it, your school always wins at Camp – but this year’s special. Going in for winning ten years in a row, aren’t you?” Sherlock put his hands in his pockets.

“Oh we’re going to win.” Moriarty smiled, “Very much so.”

Sherlock chuckled, “Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“Tell you what,” Greg said taking the attention, “If you beat us at camp you can punch Sherlock.”

There was a silence then Sherlock looked at Greg, “What?”

“Then you better get ready for an epic beating.” Sylar laughed. He turned before lunging his hand out. Nothing happened but everyone flinched. He smiled again before leaving with everyone. Once they were out of ear shot Sherlock turned on Greg.

“Punch me in the face? Really? What kind of a deal is that?!”

Greg shrugged, “Gotta give them something they want.”

“Not punching me! Can’t they punch you?” Sherlock was, under it all, freaking out.

“Not if we win, whatever that’s supposed to mean.” I offered my words.

Loki snorted, “Fat chance.”

“Rosie our school never wins camp.” Merlin said.

“What does that even mean!?” I said getting annoyed.

“Camp!” Sherlock threw his hands in the air.

John pursed his lips, “The activities on camp are worth points. The points add up and at the end the school with the most points wins.” John said just as Loki said: “We lose.”

Sherlock pulled up his coat collar and ruffled his hair frantically, “Punch me? In the face?”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, “Then maybe we need to find a way to win.”

Loki smiled, “We could cheat. . . ”

There you go! Sorry don’t know how long until the next update but I’ll try my best! Comments and votes please XD thanks guys you’re the best!!!