Title: Water Mage - Revised
Author: Kimiko Mizu
Summary: A local Boston girl's story and the coming of her mutant powers, plus the struggle of two teams to get to her first.
At Roosevelt Middle School in Boston, Massachussetts, 13 year-old Lily Thelen seated herself in the second row of the english classroom. A cute blonde haired boy named Michael Ginley passed by her and she stared at him as he walked to his usual group, full of blonde, air-headed cheerleaders and selfish jerks, er, jocks who sat in the very middle of the class, like they were the center of the universe. Lily sighed and returned to face the blackboard as Ms. Weinberger entered the room.
"Now class, I hope you've all handed in your 500 words or less essay on-" Ms. Weinberger was interrupted as a small, speeding object shot past her and cut into the blackboard.
"Sorry, teach- lesson plan's changed!" Nicholas Cammerarie, the school's local pudgy student who got picked on regularly by all the usual bullies stood up. He held the source of the speeding object- a gun.
Lily heard Nick's gruff and loud voice come from behind her.
"Hey, Ginley! Get up here!" the voice demanded, pulling Michael up by the collar of his shirt. "Surely a rich jock like you's gotta have some cash on hand, right?"
"Let him go!" one of Michael's 'friends'-more like lackey- stood up and charged toward Nicholas.
"I don't think so!" Nick cocked the gun and fired. Lily tried to block out the agonizing screams as one of her classmates' shoulder was penetrated by a bullet.
"Now all of you, get DOWN on the floor before the same thing happens to you!" Nicholas demanded, pointing the gun all around the room till everyone was down on the white and brown speckled floor, Michael's collar was being clenched in Nick's fist.
Michael whimpered and trembled in pure fear, also having a hard time breathing as his collar was practically engulfed by Nicholas' large fist.
"Pl-please d-don't hurt me. . . !" he cried, biting his lip. "I'll do anything! Don't hurt me!"
"Shut up, Richie Rich," Nick shook the young teenage boy violently and threw him onto the floor, aiming the gun at him. "Now, now, you don't wanna end up like your friend there, do ya?" the gun wielder titled his head over to the boy he'd shot minutes ago.
Lily was scared. Scared out of her whole damn mind. But her instincts deep inside her gut were telling her to do something. She looked around for something to use as a weapon, anything she could throw. She reached up for her math book on the desk and then jumped to as she threw it towards Nicholas' head.
"ARG!"
A direct hit. Nick faced her.
"So, trying save you little BOY FRIEND?" he teased. He walked towards her, ready to give her the beating of her life. Then end it all with a quick shot in her chest.
Lily began to back away from him, towards the teacher's desk. Ms. Weinberger was crawling on the hard-wood floor, heading for the doorway.
"Think you could get away, huh, teach?" Nick's attention switched to his mentor. "Maybe it's time I taught you a lesson. . ." He cocked the gun again, and aimed it for the older female on the floor.
"Ms. Weinberger!" an anonymous voice called from down on the floor.
"Shut it or you're next!" Nick turned back for a brief moment and moved the gun around as a warning before returning to Ms. Weinberger.
"Close your eyes children!" the teacher shouted, closing her own as well, preparing for the worst.
"STO-------P!" Lily's long and loud shout was heard by every student in the room, a cry of pain was heard, followed by a gunshot and a large clank.
The words "That's it, it's time to meet your maker, little missy!" were heard, and again the cocking sound of a gun.
"Get away from me!" Lily exclaimed. She finally backed up so far she was against the wall on the other side of the classroom.
"Ya know, sweetheart, they say 'In death, all the questions of life are answered'. Hah. Will ya lemme know?" There was a gunshot, and then an odd whoosh-like sound, like. . .a water sprinkler, yet alot more powerful.
The students and Ms. Weinberger opened their eyes to see Nicholas had been mercilessly thrown against the class cabinet, he was unconscious and his clothes were soaking wet. A chair was nearby, the cause of the clanking sound. Lily stood, sinking onto the floor against the wall, a puddle of water had formed at her feet.
"What....is wrong with me?!" cried Lily, looking at her hands.
Author: Kimiko Mizu
Summary: A local Boston girl's story and the coming of her mutant powers, plus the struggle of two teams to get to her first.
At Roosevelt Middle School in Boston, Massachussetts, 13 year-old Lily Thelen seated herself in the second row of the english classroom. A cute blonde haired boy named Michael Ginley passed by her and she stared at him as he walked to his usual group, full of blonde, air-headed cheerleaders and selfish jerks, er, jocks who sat in the very middle of the class, like they were the center of the universe. Lily sighed and returned to face the blackboard as Ms. Weinberger entered the room.
"Now class, I hope you've all handed in your 500 words or less essay on-" Ms. Weinberger was interrupted as a small, speeding object shot past her and cut into the blackboard.
"Sorry, teach- lesson plan's changed!" Nicholas Cammerarie, the school's local pudgy student who got picked on regularly by all the usual bullies stood up. He held the source of the speeding object- a gun.
Lily heard Nick's gruff and loud voice come from behind her.
"Hey, Ginley! Get up here!" the voice demanded, pulling Michael up by the collar of his shirt. "Surely a rich jock like you's gotta have some cash on hand, right?"
"Let him go!" one of Michael's 'friends'-more like lackey- stood up and charged toward Nicholas.
"I don't think so!" Nick cocked the gun and fired. Lily tried to block out the agonizing screams as one of her classmates' shoulder was penetrated by a bullet.
"Now all of you, get DOWN on the floor before the same thing happens to you!" Nicholas demanded, pointing the gun all around the room till everyone was down on the white and brown speckled floor, Michael's collar was being clenched in Nick's fist.
Michael whimpered and trembled in pure fear, also having a hard time breathing as his collar was practically engulfed by Nicholas' large fist.
"Pl-please d-don't hurt me. . . !" he cried, biting his lip. "I'll do anything! Don't hurt me!"
"Shut up, Richie Rich," Nick shook the young teenage boy violently and threw him onto the floor, aiming the gun at him. "Now, now, you don't wanna end up like your friend there, do ya?" the gun wielder titled his head over to the boy he'd shot minutes ago.
Lily was scared. Scared out of her whole damn mind. But her instincts deep inside her gut were telling her to do something. She looked around for something to use as a weapon, anything she could throw. She reached up for her math book on the desk and then jumped to as she threw it towards Nicholas' head.
"ARG!"
A direct hit. Nick faced her.
"So, trying save you little BOY FRIEND?" he teased. He walked towards her, ready to give her the beating of her life. Then end it all with a quick shot in her chest.
Lily began to back away from him, towards the teacher's desk. Ms. Weinberger was crawling on the hard-wood floor, heading for the doorway.
"Think you could get away, huh, teach?" Nick's attention switched to his mentor. "Maybe it's time I taught you a lesson. . ." He cocked the gun again, and aimed it for the older female on the floor.
"Ms. Weinberger!" an anonymous voice called from down on the floor.
"Shut it or you're next!" Nick turned back for a brief moment and moved the gun around as a warning before returning to Ms. Weinberger.
"Close your eyes children!" the teacher shouted, closing her own as well, preparing for the worst.
"STO-------P!" Lily's long and loud shout was heard by every student in the room, a cry of pain was heard, followed by a gunshot and a large clank.
The words "That's it, it's time to meet your maker, little missy!" were heard, and again the cocking sound of a gun.
"Get away from me!" Lily exclaimed. She finally backed up so far she was against the wall on the other side of the classroom.
"Ya know, sweetheart, they say 'In death, all the questions of life are answered'. Hah. Will ya lemme know?" There was a gunshot, and then an odd whoosh-like sound, like. . .a water sprinkler, yet alot more powerful.
The students and Ms. Weinberger opened their eyes to see Nicholas had been mercilessly thrown against the class cabinet, he was unconscious and his clothes were soaking wet. A chair was nearby, the cause of the clanking sound. Lily stood, sinking onto the floor against the wall, a puddle of water had formed at her feet.
"What....is wrong with me?!" cried Lily, looking at her hands.