Ghost Rider: Hells Journey

Battle Training

Chase walked into class with Lisa on his heels. She was yammering excitedly about how he just beat the ship out of Chloe. He found her constant talking a little annoying, that coupled with Zarthos teasing him in his head was making him more and more passed off.

He didn't even acknowledge the teacher when he came in, he just chose a seat and planted himself in it. Lisa sat in the seat next to him, still talking away about how his powers were awesome, it wasn't annoying now...he actually found it a little cute. But he'd never admit that to her. But Zarthos was still teasing him, he was extremely pissed off at this point.

He sat tapping his finger on the desk, then he noticed all of his classmates staring at him.

(Chase) Why the fuck are you all looking at?

The teacher stepped up to his desk, he was a tall looking man with some muscle about him. Pale complexion with a small, black goatee.

(???) Where is your uniform?

(Chase) First of all, I wear what I want when I want. Secondly, if you hit your wife again I'll burn your soul.

The teacher's eyes widened and he stumbled back to his desk. The class was due to start in ten minutes but all the students were still staring at him. Before he could ask why the classroom door flung open and a guy in a school blazer walked in, as soon as his eyes locked with Chase he approached looking extremely angry.

(???) GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY SEAT ASSHOLE!

Chase gave a smirk and put his legs up on the desk crossing his arms casually. The entire class watched the exchange with baited breath.

(Chase) Nope. Sorry man but I ain't moving.

(???) I'll make you move then

The guy grew hair all over his body as his nose and mouth grew into a snout. His teeth grew in length until they all became massive fangs.

The teacher sighed and stepped outside of the classroom. The students all moved to stand along the edge of the room.

(???) Name's Brent Winters punk.

(Chase) So your a Werewolf. Cool.

(Brent) Yeah. NOW MOVE!

Chase got out of his seat and rolled up his book and swatted the Brent's nose.

(Chase) Bad dog.

(Brent) What the fuck

Chase gave him another swatting.

(Chase) Bad dog, no swearing.

The students began to snigger and Brent lost it. He launched at Chase with anger in his eyes. Chase swatted him on the nose. Brent stumbled.

(Chase) Bad boy. Now sit.

Brent sat down on the floor. Chase gave him a scratch behind the ear making Brent's tail wag at a thousand miles an hour.

(Chase) Who's a good boy?

(Brent) I am!

The students all looked confused by the entire situation. Brent was one of the most feared students and here he was being treated like a house trained pet.

(Chase) Now who wants a treat?

Brent bounced a little showing his excitement. His tongue was hanging out and his tail was wagging like crazy.

(Brent) I do, I do!

Chase reached inside his inner pocket and pulled out beef jerky. Brent started bouncing a bit more. Chase smiled and threw a piece of jerky at him. Brent caught it in his mouth. Chase gave him another scratch and pointed at a seat behind Chase and Brent sat down.