Elements

Chapter 4

Argon P.O.V.

 As I walked into the room, Zinc turned to me, a confused look on his face. I could tell what he was thinking already. I tried to smile at him, but it was quite obviously fake. I sat down in my seat, right next to him. Zinc gave me a sympathetic look. A voice came on the loudspeaker.

"Chemics, Intellectuals, and Magics, report to the auditorium at once."

I saw Zinc breathe a sigh of relief just as I held mine. I instantly thought of Xenon. He would surely be distraught. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and opened them, only to see Zinc leaving the room. I closed my eyes again, trying to imagine what it would be like with all the other groups there. It was hard to though, I'd only been in that room with all of the Combats, and it's never fun when you have us all together.

All of us get so aggressive when you put us together, mostly because we all have personalities that clash so much. We range from Arsenic, who has a very fitting name, who can poison people by just thinking about it, to Helium, she can cast an illusion of a thousand warriors. Thinking about it, we could be separated into many different groups, and unlike the Magics, we could still have a decent amount of people in each one.

We are only united in this way because our powers do us use in combat, like the name suggests. Which fit us very well, some more than others. I laughed a little, remembering that there was Sodium, who can make salt appear, and throws it in people's eyes.

My thinking process wandered, only to travel to my friends. I knew Zinc would be fine, he handles everything just the same. Just another day, even if it was the last. It was kind of sad. He had become so hardened by the things he had felt, that he completely ignored it now. He didn't feel.

Iodine would probably be fine as well, she might pulse a few people, but overall, she'll just be worried about Xenon. She cares so much for him. Not in a romantic way, but I think he was the closed thing to a girl friend she ever had. Ever since he started going here. She didn't really get along with any of the other girls, she thought they were all overly dramatic and conceded. And honestly, I had to agree with her. For most of the girls at least.

That left me with Xenon. I could basically feel how upset he already was. He wouldn't be able to handle it, I just knew it. His emotions are too strong to just ignore something like this. I was so worried that he would come crashing down, like a meteor, and burn in flames. It has happened before, he didn't come out of his dorm for two months, and his roommate wouldn't dare go in there. He said that Xenon had tried to stab his arm with scissors, and everyone believed him. It wasn't too far off from what Xenon would threaten to do when angry. 

When I finally flashed back to reality, all of the others, except for the combats, were gone, which meant that only eight people were gone. The teacher, Mr. Bohrium, didn't waste any time to tell us what to do. Everyone was panicking, although if you were normal it would just look like we were stressed. He told us to settle down for a little bit, and that the others would be coming back soon. He would give us instructions then. 

Let me add that he did not do so in kind words, as he seemed to not care about his students. I was almost completely sure something was wrong with his brain. Something with the way he processed thoughts about others. Sometimes I wanted to put so many dels on him that his nerve ending would shut down. Man, I hated him.

The door opened. I got so lost in my own thoughts that what felt like thirty seconds had really been fifteen minutes. That happens a lot. For a Combat, I'm really dreamy. I tend to get lost in myself, or zone out anywhere and everywhere. Even in the middle of a conversation. I hate it sometimes. Some of the other Combats say that I'd do better as a Intellectual. I usually just ignore it. No matter what they think, it would never work out. My power wouldn't work for anything else. At least that is what I feel.

The operators of the school had trouble putting me into a category. I'm not sure why, other than my personality. But my power would only work for a combat. It has nothing to do with my brain, or emotions or hormones. I'm not even sure how someone could consider it magic. 

There I go again, getting lost with thought. I flashed back to reality, to see everyone settled down, about to receive instructions from Mr. Bohrium. 

"Alright. I'm supposed to put you into your assigned groups. Each group has four people...." He paused for a moment, shaking his head and scanning the paper. "Blah blah blah, you will be sent into battle from your group assignment. It's based on your power compatibility, blah blah blah.... Ah. Here we go. If someone in your group shall die, which they probably will; someone who's whole group has died will join yours'." 

My eyes widened. He though we were going to- wait, no no no. He can't have said we were....

"Yes, Argon some of you will die."

Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, Argon, you did. And watch your language."

"Oh, sorry Mr. Bohrium...." I said as I drifted back into my dream world. My imagination took over as I thought about what war would be like.

I could see my friends, my classmates, rushing into battle, against soldiers from the army. It was awful. In the distance I could see myself, I tried to run to stop myself from killing a soldier. I ran as fast as I could and got there, trying to grab my own arm. I hands  just went through my arm like it was a hologram. I broke my ankles and plummeted to my knees. I stared up at myself, tearing this poor man apart from inside. My eyes widened as i saw the man fall to his knees beside me and have his face contort in agony . 

His mouth opened and he was screaming. But everything was silent. There was no sound around me. Every scream, scratch of metal, laugh of triumph, gone. In this reality there were no sounds of war. Just the most terrifying visuals I had ever seen. Through my imagination I had seen some pretty gruesome stuff, but nothing like this. I took a deep breath and flashed back to reality. I had enough experience to do that by now on command. 

I was about to listen to Mr. Bohrium give his last instruction, I remembered something. Most of my visions come true.....