Factoids

Part 2, Unimaginable power

The eye-opening university stood in front of me. I couldn't believe it, years of training just for this university. Standing inches away was the official entrance to my future. My grip tightened on my backpack strap. The moment of my life stood in front of me. I felt a burden growing on my shoulders. Like someone added weight to my bag, like a textbook being added in every breath. I looked up at the big bold words spelling, Factoids University. With its intricate gold accents thoughtfully placed and many students on the horizon, there was no doubt, not a second, that this wasn't the most important thing.

A deep breath for preparation and one single step, that was all it took. My breath was deep, sincere, meaningful. As my eyes fired with determination, knowing this was important and meant to be here, my foot started to inch up. A grin grew on my face, YES, this was what I was meant to do, I said, this is my destiny, I said. My ears tingled with sounds that can ruin life. My foot falls back in place, right outside the boundaries of the school.

The grin once on my face faltered to the sound of eery cackles. Judgment is a cruel punishment, to know how much you can fail, how little you belonged, especially for someone like me, a scum. Anger took control for seconds as I took a swift fierce turn to confront the the life form of mockery. My fist loosens and my anger falters to fear as this girl stares down, knowing my place to this girl who was superior. Eyes glowing with fire and pity yet no remorse, a disappointed yet amused smirk. Her messily braided hair sat on her laid back shoulders. Crossed arms, with no sense of fear, as if I was a no class with no powers.

"Standards have fallen? Such a shame, I thought I did well." The horrid words spat out of her cruel corpse attacked my confidence, pulling it away and deteriorating it.

Heartache stabbed me, hatred filled my body, a deep feeling arose, fury, anger, pain, suffering, rage, and temper. Shaking with anger, I raise my hands, pulling my hands from my head to my hips, pulling liquid out of the once saturated air that surrounded us. Turning the water to a sharp forme of ice, I shift my step into a deep stance, prepared to fight.

"A feisty one, aren't you? You want to fight me?" Her arms drop as her grin released cutting syllables. Her eyes grew more colorful as an orange mist flows from her eyes.

Her stance deepened, feeling like I had moments, I blinked, a sudden sound and she has shifted to my left. Still with her bitter grin. She stands straight, turned, off chance, I loosened my protection, ready to yell, she turns and a form bursts from and hits me. A hard impact pulling the wind out of me forces me to the ground, coughing trying to regain air. The form to my left and in front of me disappears to reveal that she hasn't moved since the beginning. Still, with her cold death glare and arms crossed. Although her snobbiness had affected how I fought and how I reacted, I was no match for her. Why was she so godly? How's she so powerful? No human has that capability! Her power wasn't like anything I've seen, at least she isn't a fake, her ability is unimaginably powerful. How did she do that though?

  Her power spun my head and I was in turmoil for a solid 5 minutes. Sidenote. Why is solid a word we use for strict, liquids are cool too!

"W-what? H-h-HOW?!" I whimper. Though I hate it, if I fight her, it will be the end of me.

Her grimace was nothing I've seen. Twisted, corrupted and downright sinister. Although her smile hasn't changed, her eye lights were faded and I can tell she has been surprised. She leaned back.

"Look little shrimp, I'm Spencer, welcome to the deep sea! If you think I'm strong, then your delusional. I'm here to knock some sense into people like you, thinking they're a good rank, sitting on a high horse. I'm here to knock you down, bring you into reality. At best, I'm an okay rank, but in this school, I'm just average. Listen, I like you, you have great potential. What say you? Because beyond these gates is unimaginable power and...--"

My eye's blurred, my stomach felt twisted into a knot. I felt like hurling, my body started to shiver at the fact that this girl had defeated me so easily. Was I really that bad? Am I suppose to compete? What the hells wrong with me! Why am I not good enough. I dove deep into thought. I couldn't believe it. I truly am scum. If beyond those walls is unimaginable power......