Purple

Spores: Part Two

Colt Wallace was a deeply unhappy person. His parents never paid attention to him, his mother was always at work at the diner and his father was always too uh... drunk to really even remember he was alive. It made him angry, deeply and irrationally and often. It was the whole reason why he was always in trouble, why he had detention from now until the end of time. It was why he preyed on the weak. Because if people feared him, they at least noticed him, and he didn't have the talent or skills to make his name elsewhere.

Up until a couple of months ago, Billy Cranston was his target of choice. It was so easy to pick on him. He was just so... slow. But one day, it seemed like something changed within the boy, and he was literally made out of steel or something. He couldn't break his arm. He damn near got a concussion trying to headbutt him. Overall, Billy changed, and he just could no longer be a target anymore. That... sucked. But it held the exciting new prospect of choosing a new victim, which he did with glee.

And that's how Raymond Powers ended up being tormented every day for the last several weeks. Colt usually waited until Jason Scott wasn't around, because honestly he was intimidated by him, and of course now that he knew Billy was freakishly strong he stayed away from him as well. But once the halls were clear, Raymond was dead meat.

He grabbed him from behind and put him in a chokehold, watching with insane delight as his veins popped from his forehead and his face turned red.

"I just want to know how long it takes for me to put someone to sleep. You're helping me with research really." He laughed, squeezing him tighter like a python wrapping up its next meal.

But before he knew it, he was slamming into the lockers behind him. He yelped, in much more pain than he'd like to be. And when he opened his eyes he saw a motley duo looking at him.

"Hey jerk, what's your problem?" said Kimberly Hart, leaning against the locker across from him. Though she looked... different. Way hot. Not that she wasn't before. But she was wearing torn up fishnets and a shirt that showed off her midriff with spiky black boots and all dark makeup. She was filing her nails and didn't seem to be too into him. The one that really spooked him was Billy Cranston, who appeared... well... kind of the same as always. Except for his demeanor. His eyes were colder, more focused. You'd think for someone on the spectrum they couldn't laser focus on someone so... intently. Violently. But Billy did. He leaned down and fondled the hanging blue safety pins attached to the pocket of Colt's homemade black torn vest and gave a half smirk.

"I like blue." He said. And the next thing he knew, Billy was tearing the vest from his body and putting it on himself. He didn't say another word. Him and Kimberly just sort of... fell into eerie step with each other. It was like one of those old teen horror movies from the 90's where they had been taken over by something that was not themselves. Raymond looked up at them as they walked past and offered a shaky "T-thank you..." which they smirked and promptly ignored. Did they save him because Colt was being a jerk? Or did... Billy just want to steal his vest?"

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"Hey! Mister sometimes showed up for class!" Trini ribbed Zack as he moved to the seat next to her. He just offered one of his trademark cheeky smiles and gave a knowing shrug.

"Promised my moms I'd do better for her. No big." He said, sitting down and laying his chin on his crossed arms while he looked back at the little one. Trini picked up her phone and checked her messages again. Still nothing. This was quite unusual. Zack, ever the perceptive one (and mostly since out of the whole gang he had become the closest thing to a brother to her), picked up on her frustration and gave her a quirked eyebrow.