John
Today is April 20th. I can’t believe how quickly the day has come. Before, it felt like April 20th was like a year away and now it’s the morning of Judgment Day. We all sit at a bright red table bouncing our legs and biting our nails. We talk for a little while. Krys wrestles Hunter and Jenny but then we walk home. Since me and Krys live relatively near each other, we decide to walk home together. At first, she’s really quiet. She walks staring at the sidewalk as if the cement will tell her why the person she liked decided to turn against her. Although I don’t like Matt the same way Krys does, I wonder the same things. Do he, Nick and Joe not trust us? We promised to protect them and they got kidnapped by Rob and Scotch. I think about this until Krys speaks up abruptly. “You know . . . this is just so unfair,” she begins. “What? Matt working for Rob and Scotch?” I ask even though I know the answer. She nods and continues. “I know it’s not really his fault but I . . . I just wish he had said no yesterday.” She just shakes her head while tears well up in her eyes. I pat her shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sure he’ll see reason.” I insist optimistically. She looks up at me. “You know you’re right.” She agrees. She takes out her blue gem and holds it in her hand. “What are you doing?” I ask confused. She lifts up her gem. A blue glow overcomes her and she transforms. She flaps her round, navy-blue wings. “I’m gonna talk to Matt.” She announces flying off.
I decide against following her. I’m not her dad. She can talk to him at her own risk. I keep trudging forward until a portal opens my path. Matt teleports in front of me. I lift my gem and back away. “What are you doing here?” I ask. Matt pulls out his mace. “I . . . uh . . .” He stammers. He thinks for a moment and closes his mouth. He spins his mace over his head like a lasso. “I’m sorry John.” He murmurs. I think he’s talking to himself more than me. He swings his mace at me. He hits my head and leaves three bloody scratches. I stand perfectly still. “Matt! You don’t need to do this!” I cry. He just shakes his head. Clouds begin to hide the bright, blue sky. I feel a wet drop land on my head. Matt begins swinging his mace around again. “Matt!” I scream angrily. He won’t respond. “You can’t hurt me with that.” I insist. Matt sighs and looks up at me. He looks ready to speak when another portal opens. Matt’s eyes get huge and he teleports away just as Rob and Scotch come out of the second portal.
“Crap.” I mumble backing away. Scotch steps toward me. “So the day has finally arrived. Since our disloyal little test subjects refuse to kill you bitches, we’ll have to take matters into our own hands.” He says gives me a small but cruel smile. “Go away you creepers!” I shout fiercely. “Shut it punk! If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut. I can kill you right now.” Rob threatens pulling out his gun. He rams the end of his gun into my head. “Maybe when I’m done with you I should kill off the rest of your friends. That skinny bitch Rose,” he begins. “Or maybe that boy whose girlfriend we killed.” Scotch adds. They keep making threats to Super Six. My friends. “How about I finally kill Krys. That bitchy slut can pay for what she did to Matt.” he continues. Rage builds up inside me. Krys never did anything to Matt. Rob and Scotch made his life miserable. Krys might be the only thing that keeps his life from being complete hell. “Maybe I’ll kill that hyper-ass little girl. Or that creepy goth bat.” Rob says, smiling with sadistic pleasure. I can’t listen to them insult my friends!
“Now faggot, you’re coming with us.” Rob growls dragging me through a portal. We appear in the warehouse where on the floor I see a strange contraption with wires and timers. I gasp. “No.” I try to whisper but no sound comes out. I stare at the bomb and bite my lip. “That’s right fucker. When your pathetic group comes to save you, they’ll be blown to bits.” Rob says laughing manically. I try to run but Scotch grabs me and holds me still. There’s no escaping. All I can do is hope Super Six don’t come after me.
