Amy was shaken from her thoughts as she collided into the kid in front of her. They'd stopped at a crosswalk, and thanks to her ADDing Amy had crashed. The kid whirled around, and Amy realized who it was with a feeling of dread. It was Harvey Bradley, the bully of the class. He wore a navy shirt with blue flames edging the bottom. His shorts were tan and had several pockets. His hair was messy atop his head and his teeth weren't straight. He was pretty tall (he towered over everyone in the class, including the teachers) and he smelt sweaty up close--very sweaty.
"Hey, brat, watch where you're going!" he snarled. "No one wants our kooties!"
"'Kooties,' that's original alright." Amy had heard these same words before from other kids in the class. She often had ADDitations of them having Devil horns and three-pronged stalves.
"Get away from me before you make me sick--nevermind, too late." With a look of disgust, he pushed the 10 year old back into the kids behind her. Unfortunatly for Amy she'd been pushed into the most stuck-up girl in the class, Amelia Worthheart, who wore a pink sweater with paw-print stitches and a skirt colored with black-and-pink stripes.
"Amy Whittle, EWWWWWWWW!" exclaimed Amelia, pushing Amy back into Harvey.
"Get away from me, freak!" Harvey tossed her aside with his arm and she almost fell into the busy street. Amy's arms windmilled as she struggled to stay on the sidewalk, but to no avail, just as a car turned around the corner.
It was a bad time, but a brief ADDitation flashed into her head, one of Yusuke Urameshi when he saved a child from being mown over by a car. Only there was no one like that now, nor was she there to save anyone, only falling in the way of a large mass of metal.
And that's when there was a flash of white and orange in her line of vision, and she felt hands gripping her beneath her legs and behind her back. The car--not to mention the ground--disapeared for a moment, up until she roughly landed, the hands and white and orange vanishing it what Amy thought was a flash of black hair, the car zipping past as if nothing had happened.
Any normal person would have been in an utter state of mental shock, and rightly so, but not Amy--her focus first and foremost went to her savior, her head pivoting around until it cuaght a flash of white as it rushed to escape to a nearby alleyway.
She stared after it, an ADDitation forming in her mind a once, until a shout from a teacher told her that the light had turned white and that everyone was going on without her.
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'Here we go, Kirara!' she cried as the large cat-demon lept through the mountains with her on her back. 'We'll reach the waterfall in no time!'
Kirara roared in agreement and continued forward, her white coat waving gently around her strong muscles and her two burning tails billowing behind her. The rider smiled as the river came into view down below--then frowned as she heard the sound of battle. What was going on?
Amy suddenly came rushing back from her ADDitation to realize that what she was in fact hearing the sounds of fighting. She was onher way home--she was walking, of course--and to her right was an alleyway. Curious, she headed down it to try to find out where the sounds werecoming from. A few feet in there came a turn to the left, which Amy peeked around to get a good look.
To her utter suprise she found an army of what looked to be Formless from the show Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go. They were white and black with heads in the shapes of cartoonic-bombs. They had sharp claws and fans and black streaks for ribs. For a moment Amy thought she was still ADDing, but when the pinch she gave herself told her she wasn't. Then, more suprising still, she noticed that the Formless weren't alone--a group of five cyborg monkies accompanied by a boy were in combat with them. She recognized them as the Hyperforce from the same show as the Formless. The boy wore a white shirt with coal-black buttons down the front of it, and around his neck was an orange ascot. He had on large, black boots and gloves the same color as his scarf. His hair was jet-black and he had determined blue eyes. His face was covered in orange and black face paint, the orange in two stripes beneath he eyes and the white covering the upper half of his visage. The monkies were each a different color, the yellow one being a girl while the black, blue, green, and red ones being boys. Out of their arms were hands should have been were various weapons--the yellow monkey had large fists; the black monkey had ghost-claws; the blue monkey had drills; the green monkey had saws; the red monkey had large magnets. Using their hands/weapons they wacked Formless left and right, making the creatures splat against the walls. The boy used magical attacks emitted from his feet and fists, including Thunder-Punches and Ligthning-Kicks. Even though the Hyperforce had these advantages, the were still on the verge of losing.
Amy quickly looked around, searching for a way to help. She then spotted a hose nearby and took no delay in picking it up and turning it on at full power. She swiftly whirled around and aimed at the Formless, the water hitting them dead-on and causing them to collapse in puddles of water and black sludge. "Take that, skeleton-scum!" Amy exclaimed as the final Formless fell. She then hustled to turn off the hose.
The somewhat wet Hyperforce looked at her with suprise, then gratitude. "Thanks," said the boy. "We were almost goners."
Amy just stared at him.
"Uh, hello?" asked the green monkey, running over to the girl to get a good look at her. "Anybody home in there?" Amy still said nothing.
The boy cleared his throught, then began, "Hello, we're the Hyperforce from Sugazoom and we were wondering if you could tell us what planet we're on."
"Earth," Amy choked.
"'Earth?'" repeated the blue monkey, tipping his head. "Never heard of it."
Amy quickly collected her fading courage and squeeked, "Well I've already heard of Suggazoom."
The boy's expression brightened. "Then could you direct us towards it? You see we're kind of lost and..." He frowned as Amy shook her head as much as to say no as to show her disbelief.
"I d-don't understand...I thought that Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go was just a show..."
The boy gasped. "Hey, how do you know our motto?"
Amy looked him over carefully before saying, "So you're Chiro..." she gasped. When the boy lifted an eyebrow Amy quickly tore off her backpack and unzipped it. She rummaged through her school books until she found her science folder and brought it out for the Hyperforce to see. Their jaws dropped in astonishment as the saw the book sock--on it was the image of them beside their Super Robot, a large robot that was mostly rectangular besides the metal tubes for joints. "You see, I'm mostly suprised cuz here you're all supposedly fictional characters in a show that airs every night at 8:30 sharp on Jetix. Uhhh, well, I guess you're not all fictional after all."
The red monkey took the text book and peered closely at the picture. "Wow, this is pretty acurate," he noted. He handed the book to the blue monkey, saying, "Gibson, what do you make of this?"
The blue monkey took it and studied it. "Indeed, that's us. Hmmm, perhaps someone has simply heard of us and has chronicled our deeds."
"I don't think so, Gibson" replied Amy. "We don't have contact with any intergalctic lifeforms here."
The boy--Chiro--gasped. "You can understand him? And how'd you know his name?"
Amy glanced over at him with suprise. "Oh, that's right, on Sugazoom you're the only one who can understand them..." she thought aloud. "Well otherwise it should be obvious that I know his name if you're on a TV show--I mean, you knew the names of the Sun-Riders when you met them, didn't you, Chiro?"
Chiro blushed at the name of his favorite show to watch in the Super Robot.
"So that means you know all of our names, correct?" asked the black monkey.
Amy nodded and replied, "You're Antauri, the kid's Chiro, the girl's Nova, the green's Otto, the blue's Mr. Howe Gibson--shortened to just Gibson--and the red's S-P-R-X-7-7, shortened to Sparx. Hi, I'm Amy Whittle." All bashfulness gone, she held out her hand for Chiro to shake.
Chiro smiled. "Hi." He shook her hand, grinning amicably. "And your name is?"
She grinned. "Amy. Amy Whittle."