Metanoia, a Ghost Bird Fanfic

Chapter 11

Flashback

Kota POV

"Then?" I ask while pushing up my glasses, for the fifth time.

"Then I heard his voice and he started fucking provoking them, shit. For a minuet I thought I was disslusional, I couldn't believe he'd put himself into danger like that... he's just so..."

Silence stretches across the Mr. Blackbourne's office, we all know what he means. Slate seems too diffident to provoke a fight in the guy's locker room. The thought that he won against them is unimaginable, the only image I can conjure into my head is a puppy trying to intimidate a bear. 

Somethings off, I push my glasses up and motion for Gabe to continue.

"Kota you should've seen the look in his eyes, they were so angry they almost looked black. He didn't even look like the same fucking person, then when that Greg cunt tried to hit me Slate snapped. It happened so fast before anyone could comprehend what was happening all of them were on the ground. fucking badass as shit. Then the next second he's next to me like nothing happened. Fantastic hair, eyes sparkling like always..."

He stops mid-thought and all of us stare at him as he sheepishly rubs at his own hair, when he can't get his hand through because of the tangles and blood at the top and he glares upward to what he can see of the mess. Like having bad hair is his biggest problem.

The motion is ridiculous and just so Gabriel that I feel slightly reassured, knowing he's okay. But it reminds me that it's been over an hour since Slate left and we still haven't been able to clean up.

We pulled into Mr. Blackbourne's room after Slate disappeared for an impromptu meeting, but Dr. Green has shifts starting soon and we don't have the time for an unscheduled meeting.

I feel uncomfortable not knowing what's going on, there's a lot of missing information. Slate's tiny, I don't mean that insultingly it but it's obvious he's small, especially to take on 4 football players. Gabe said he didn't see Slate use any weapons, it just doesn't seem possible.

"I've been telling you guys he's a ninja." Luke interrupts the silence, "Or some sort of superhuman or a spy. Hell yeah, this is awesome."

"This isn't a joke" North growled

I spoke up, "we're on a mission, the last thing we need is someone undercover that we don't know a thing about."

He doesn't look any less excited, glee is radiating off of him almost like he's on a sugar high. I count to ten in my head as Luke continues to rant conspiracies, hands dancing through the air as he explains that Slate is related to the Flash. 

Which is ridiculous because Barry Allen's powers aren't hereditary so just being related wouldn't explain why Slate was able to do what he did.

Wait, don't get distracted with comics.

"Ok, that's enough." I state, "We don't have the time today to go too in depth, we'll have to approach Slate as naturally as possible until we get more information on him." I say begrudgingly, today's events already weighing me down.

"What? Are you kidding, we can't just act like nothing happened. This is too much, he could've hurt Gabriel! He can hurt any of us." Nathan exclaims.

"No," Dr. Green speaks up for the first time in a while, with his shifts at the hospital he's probably the most tired out of us all and uncharacteristically quiet.

"Pookie's not like that, he was defending Gabe, someone he hardly knows. He put himself at risk, and from what I've heard he didn't strike first. We can't be against him because he knows how to fight, everyone in this room is capable of manning multiple weapons and self defense. So what pumpkin can has some spice? That's good, he's probably been bullied his entire life. He's already been targeted multiple times in his first day. Poor thing."