That was Long Ago

Told Secrets

The gunshots slashed through the air like lightning. Fletcher's classmates instantly shot out of their seats
You have got to be kidding me.
"EVERYONE SIT DOWN!" Betty yelled. But her voice was not the only one they heard.
"We'll taking the school hostage, nobody move from their classroom's, and don't contact the authority's, if we so much as hear a sirien, then a whole classroom goes bye-bye." He yelled, and heard more fires, probably warning shots.
I really don't want to do it, but if I don't, then innocent kids will die
He stood up. He looked directly to betty.
"May I go?" He asked. Betty looked dead serious, but he could still see the faint nod that she gave. He walked to the door, but didn't get very far.
"Where is he going?" A kid asked. This time, it was Fletcher the one that nodded at her.
"Your classmate here, is a master of four different types of martial arts" Betty said. I got a lot of looks of disbelief.
"Even if he is, how can he beat guns?" He mockingly said. Fletcher opened his mouth to talk. When he finished he walked out of the classroom without a concent of agreement. But he did hear a "do as he say's"

He walked calmly, yet impatiently. He had a bad feeling, but taking out those people was going to be easy, well it might be, he's at .1% once he got to the court yard, he could see all of them. 26, all armed, 25 of them had hand guns, the other one, has some sort of sub-machine gun. He stepped out of the shadows of the school.
"Hay, I would recommend you all to hand yourselfs in to the police before any of you get hurt." He called. The most amount of confidence he could sum up.
The leader laughed at the sight of him. "You actually think your words are going to get us to give up?" He arrogantly said. He stopped laughing.
"Sease him." He said. Two guys came, and both put one hand on each of his shoulders. Fletcher didn't move.
"I wouldn't do that if I where you." He warned.
"What makes you thi-" he didn't finish. Fletched grabbed one of there hands, and kicked the other one in the stomach, the sudden twist, mostly likely broke the other mans wrist. He dropped and twisted in pain. He walked to the leader. All he did was start clapping.
"Well done, not any normal person can take down two of my men that quickly. You must have talent. I'll tell you what, if you can some how take down all of my men, then I'll let you take me on." He said, prodly, like he was far superior then him.
"Then lets get this start-" some guy said. But Fletcher didn't have time to play around. He kicked his face. He got up again. But four others came. All of them pointed their guns at him. Once he saw that they where going to pull the trigger, he jumped. Once he landed, four where on the ground, hurt with bullet wounds. The last one was paunched in the stomach. Out of the corner of his eye he saw eight other's aim at him. He dashed towards him, and jumped to the sides milliseconds befor they pulled the trigger, they all missed. Once he was in distance, he stricked. He nocked two of them out with a wide slash. He grabbed the gun of one, and shot two others on their feet. They instantly dropped to console their feet, but he got them before they reached the floor. As for the other four, they where shot, trying to shoot him, by their comrades. There was only ten remaining. But five of them ran, seeing as he out munerverd his peers. He ran to the other five, and three ran to me. Fletcher jumped over the first, with the momentum, kicked the next, and punched the last, and turned around, and punched the first. The next two, seemed a bit different from the other. They seemed more... Attentive. One walked up to him. He was a foot taller then fletcher was. He smiled. He punched him, and sent him flying. Fletcher landed on his back.

Okay, he's stronger.
He got up, and ran to him, but then fell. His leg throbbed with sharp pain. He looked and saw a bullet. The other one shot him. He still got up and ran to the one at hand. He punched stright at his core. He didn't flench. He smiled, but then his eyes widened. He dropped to his knees. He had inflicted internal damege, insteed of external. He spat out blood. Fletcher kicked hard. Making him black out. The last one was right on his toes. Fletcher jumped back. But he jumped forward. He started with a punches at high speed. Fletcher was blocking, but his arms started to ach. He let go, and went for an uppercut. It landed good. Fletcher dashed to him, as a good opportunity appered. He hit his stomach with a good amount of force. This made him blackout. He was hiting a bit below there ribs, so they would pass out. It worked well. He was a bit tired. He was breathing pretty hard. But even through he was, he looked at the leader. He smiled.
"Well done." He said. "But your luck just ran out." he exclaimed. He dashed to him. He went for a punch for the face. Fletcher ducked under the puch, and tripped him. He was trying to catch his breath. But the leader got up and went for another punch. This time Fletcher directed the punch to the ground, and twisted to his side, makeing him do a flip, and he landed on his back hard. He lost his air. But he still got up. This time it was Fletcher who punched him. He punched his chest. He went flying for a solid two seconds. And landed on his neck. But fletcher felt like he didnt punch skin, he punched something meltalic. The guy still got up.
"You just don't get it, you cant win." Unfortunately, his gun, that got nocked out of his hands, was right beside him. He grabbed it, and started to shoot. Fletcher dashed to the sides at irregular intervals, quickly changing direction. But he still got hit, twice. It stung. But he had to keep going. Once he ran out of bullets, he tried to reload, but Fletcher didn't let that happen. He was already on him.
He slapped the gun away, and hit his chest again. Again the same metalic feeling. He has something under the coat. Fletcher relaxed a bit. But he saw-and heard- his opening.
He saw what he told the class before.
*'I'll distract them. In the meantime call the police. They will be to cought up with me to notice them.'*
"Your right, I might not be able to stop you, but they sure as hell can." Fletcher yelled. At that moment, the court yard was filling up, with police officer's.
A loud voice could be heard.
"PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD, TURN AROUND, AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS!" It said. The man looked down, but then looked up. He started to laugh in a creepy tone.
"If I cant make it, then I'm taking you all with with me!" He yelled, and shifted his coat so everbody could see what was inside. Bomb's. Lots of them. All in a chest plate form, covering his whole chest. That was what I felt.
"Get down!" Fletcher yelled. Fletcher ran as fast as he could to him. But he saw him first and pushed a red button, but after Fletcher had slashed 4/5 of it off. First came red, then black.

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I dont recognize this celiling. He thought. "Havent been here in a while, well, back then, I didnt have a limiter, did I?" He asked himself.
"Sorry, what was that?" Somebody asked. Fletcher looked around the room to see a nurse looking at him with curiosity. He was in a hospital.
"Oh, nothing." He lied.
"So, do you know what happened?"
"No, not really."
"Well, you saved a rouge man, saved the gorverment hundreds, and a handfull of officer's, and students. But you seem to have caused a lot of damage towards yourself." She scoulded.
"Sorry, but I prefer to do as I did, then to have done nothing at all." He said prouldy. The nurse inhaled, and exhaled dramatically.
"Well, I cant change that, can I?" She said
"On the subject, I want to talk about your...body." She said. Looking along my chest. He seemed to struggle with a fake disbelief expression.
"What are taking about?" He asked.
"Dont act dumb, theres no way that you havent noticed yet. You healed impossibly fast, seconds after the explosion. Police said that you looked badly burned, but then you skin started to retearn to its original color and shape. Thats impossible." She said. Crap, I could tell her about my state, but that might be a bad ideal.
"Oh, um, could you see my hand?" He asked. She looked confused, but did look at it. He immediately jolted his hand on her face, and griped his fingers along her face. The nurse reacted, and tried to get his hand off.
"You will never, in you life, bring this up to anybody. This will be ereased from you brain as soon as I am done." He spoke confidently. Her struggle came to a stop. His hands glowed blue. He could feel all the information, leave, almost like seeing hot water and cold water separate. It felt calming, relaxed.
"Yes." She spoke calmly. He slowly let go. Her eyes, cold and dead-looking. But then her iris went back to her blue color. She then looked at him.
She smiled
"I'll get the papers." She said and left. "Thank you." He responded. He had hated to erase people's memories, because each time he did, he could feel all of wich he delated, escape, lost forever. Never to return. He had hated the feeling. But not doing so, could have caused a lot of trouble for other people.
"If you could sign this, then you'll be free to go." She said and smiled.
"Oh, it says here that your birthday is in three days. So happy early birthday."
"Um, Thanks." He signed. He got up, and left. If they saw my body in prefect shape, why bother taking me here? He asked himself. He continued to walk. He had forgotten his birthday. When you have nobody to spend them with, then there's no point and celebratrating them. Well, thats what he thought. After being alone for most of his existences-except for his 'friend' and the girl that appered in his dreams- he learned to leave the happiness out of his long, and boring life. But there was that faith ever century or so. He walked out on the streets.
He could hear all the boisterous people around him. He got annoyed easily by those people. He put his hands to his ears, blocking out his hearing. He closed his eyes. In the middle of the sidewalk. For a second he had a moment of silence. Peace. Quiet. Relaxation. He started to delete memories at far. Twenty-two people's small-amounts of memories where ereased in that small amount of time. Again he felt that feeling. He got his mind out of that subject. He could barly acknowledge his surroundings. He could faintly hear his name being called. Almost as if miles away.
"Fletcher" He could hear. He heard it again, only louder.
"Fletcher" he heard it coming from the abyss that is his mind.
"Fletcher!" He heard it again, this time beside him. This time he opened his eyes, to see a figue infront of him. The figue has a light behind it. But he could make out silver hair, and a white dress. He instantly recegnized her. It was the girl from his dreams. His eyes widened. He could feel his heart ach, as if his limiter where to be removed. All of his power rushes through his viens, like rushing water after being held up by a dam. He could feel all his power at his hands. Like electricity. But them it slamed back to his face. Sharp pain filled his left cheek. His head turned at the hit.
"Oh my gosh, I didnt mean to hit you that hard." Somebody exclaimed. He looked atright again. It was Venus. He could have sworn that it was her. Or had his vision failed him? No that cant be right, it must have been a problem with his psyche.
"Are you listening?" She had said. Nope. He heard nothing of what she said.
"I'll ask again, what are you doing here?" She had asked. Her expression looked apologetic. But he wasn't in the mood for small talk.
"Its nothing." He lied.
"Your not going to tell me that all of what you did was nothing." He turned around and started to walk along the side walk.
"If you need help, then its okay to ask for it." That was his all he could handle. Any more would make him rampage. Venus started to walk in the opposite diriction. But Venus turned around to see that Fletcher was nowhere in site. She had turned around, because she clearly heard his voice. It wasn't all that pleasant to hear. She heard all the hurt, and pain in those few words that he had yelled. Mabye to her, mabye to the universe. Because she clearly heard him yell:

"Save me!"