OK, you've seen me at my finest; running from a tomato-red gym teacher, finding a way to not only get myself in more trouble than whatever he was mad about, but also dragged my best bro Gau into it.
Anyway, we didn't have to wait till Wednesday, 'cause Niro came knocking. (Ha ha, alitimigation. Or was it altiertation? I can never remember.) During period eight, as well. So close to escape, too. I bet he did that on purpose.
"Mister Nauro, could I please borrow Ezra for a second? W... I would like a word." His face was almost purple with rage.
"Judging by the color of your face, Niro, you seem to need a few words. Yes, but let me be clear over one thing. I decide this boys punishment, and that other child's teacher will do the same. Am I understood?" I peered behind him, expecting to see Gau. To my surprise, a bored looking girl stood at his side.
"Yes, yes, of course," Niro said, through clenched teeth might I add.
But my real focus was directed at the girl.
Her hair was a faded chocolate. The tips were bubble-gum pink, and caressed down past her shoulders. Her eyes were a light grey, shining like a beacon in comparison to her other features. She wore a navy blue sweatshirt, which only covered one shoulder. After one look, I knew I was obsessed.
I hadn't realized it until Niro grabbed my shirt, but I had spent a good three minutes staring at her. The snap back into reality was like a punch in the throat. Painful. I was forcefully dragged out of history as if my feet didn't work.
We walked through all too familiar halls in silence. A hand shot out in front of me, pushing me to a stop. Niro gestured towards a door, which I recognized as the girls locker room. I felt... somewhat violated. As if trespassing in enemy territory.
He practically shoved us into the seats. I glanced behind me, and immediately regretted it. Gau was there. Unconscious. I turned back to Niro- and got smacked by a shovel.
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I woke up to a pitch black room, surrounded by familiar emptiness. I touched my face, surprised to find no mark. Something shuffled in front of me. My head snapped towards the disruption of silence.
A brilliant flash of light engulfed me, allowing me to see where I was. I sat in the center of the Westworth Walruses stadium. The lights were spotlights shining down from the bleachers. It was clearly nighttime.
I turned my head to see what I was leaning against. Gau and the girl sat unconscious behind me.
My sheer terror was interrupted by someone, no, something grabbing my face. Claws dug into my cheek, leaving a fine, crimson cut.
I was aghast. I never believed in demons, but nothing else could describe what stood before me. A scale covered, two headed, barf green, snake trunked creature loomed over me.
"I told you he would wake before the others, brother" said the left head. Wait, was it the left head? I was always bad at math.
"I never doubted you, sssissster. Now, the real quessstion isss, what to do with him?" They spoke as if I weren't there. I decided to speak up.
"Um, I vote not killing me?" They reared back, as if stabbed. They looked at each other, then began whispering. I couldn't hear most of it, but some tidbits were decipherable.
"...understand...power...bilingual...kid....kill...deliver him...boss?"
I pieced together what I could, and came to the conclusion that they were going to chop to bits, sell my parts on eBay, and eat their boss. Or, you know, something like that.
Before they could whip out whatever amputation device they were clearly hiding behind their backs, something stirred behind me. My hands were free from the bindings which previously held them.
I'd like to say that I jumped up, killed the demon, and rescued my friends, or even just watched it happen. But I still have no clue to this day what happened that night. All I know is when I looked up, the girl was standing in front of me, still chewing gum. There were no weapons in her hands, nor even a trace of that demon, but one thing was for sure. She saved my butt, then slapped my face.
"You imbecile! Were you planning to let them kill you? You had several opportunities to fight, yet you sat and watched as if you had no clue how to use your powers!"
My face resembled that of Michaelangelo's 'The Thinker'. She stared back.
"God save us all."
