~Let's just go back about six months, now, shall we? To the incident mentioned so often...~
It was mid-battle and Mavis was just barely making it through. The other noobs had to take over the fight, since Mavis was still fairly new to the team, having only been a member for about half a year. She felt fairly useless, since her power was just super-agility.
Super-agility or not, she still sucked at fighting. She got tossed about by the virus infected dog. Mavis sighed, as she made impact with the ground for about the third or so time. Tyler teleported next to her.
"Mavis, you're doing great!"
"I call bull-feces." Mavis scrunched her nose. She wasn't doing anything even remotely good. She doubted Tyler thinking she was good at this.
Tyler gave a small sigh. She had no idea how good she was, since she wasn't there when the other five had gotten their balls. Mavis groaned, and stood up. The other noobs had gotten the beast to submit and extracted the virus, and the puppy ran off almost immediately.
All six of them desuited. Tyler set his hand on Mavis's shoulder, to reassure her. "Mavis, you'll get better. I promise."
Mavis wondered if she ever would.
Mavis did her usual nightly routine before going to bed. She lit her favorite scented candles and then went to read her favorite book.
Now that she lived with Mem and Zen, she could stay up reading if she wished. And then she heard rattling outside the window of the room. Startled, she grabbed her battle ball and activated it.
But what happened next was unexplainable...
She suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest, and she saw the flames from her candles coming towards her...soon they became one with her, and she had a malicious thought-which she acted on. She threw some fire at the rattling noise.
Whatever had caused it must have dodged, however.
"Rude!" Kevin, in the form of a weasel, climbed up the window, and into her room.
"Kevin? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to kiss you goodnight!" He teased.
Mavis had an unamused expression.
"I'm kidding, geez!" Kevin rolled his eyes at his unamused friend and teammate.
"Why are you really here?"
"I dunno. I'm bored, up too late, and I like teasing you."
Mavis rolled her eyes at him.
"Anyways, how did you do that?" Kevin asked
"What?"
"The fire ball you threw at me! How'd you do it?"
"I-I'm not really sure..." Mavis looked at her hands. Did she really manipulate the flames from her candle? Could she do it again?
"Try doing it again!"
"O-okay..." She tried. Not even a spark.
"Maybe it happens if you're angry?" Kevin suggested. And then...
He started chanting. "You wanna kiss Tyler! You wanna fuck Tyler! You wanna have babies with Tyler!"
Of course, rather than a ball of fire, she just decked Kevin in the nuts.
"OW!" Kevin reacted badly to his goods being whacked. "What kind of foreplay is this?"
Mavis rolled her eyes again.
"Again, I wanted fire, not NUT PUNCHES!"
"Well you won't get any if I can't figure out how I did it!"
"Again, I suggest anger."
"If you chant again-"
"I won't chant! I don't want to get PUNCHED IN THE DICK AGAIN!"
"You should really not yell so much, Mem or Zen might come in. And they watched some movie and now they think if anyone is in here with me and yelling that it's mating and-"
"Understood. I'm out." Kevin got off Mavis's bed, and jumped out the window.
The next day at school, Mavis tried to play it cool around Tyler, since over the past few months she'd been trying to work up the courage to ask to hang out with him-alone, without any of the other noobs. She figured if they got close, natural progression could be from hanging out to dating. And she wanted this boy to be her boyfriend. She zoned out a little in English class...all she could think about was how Tyler's face...it was round in such a perfect way, and his nose was pointy and she wanted to kiss it...and then...
WHACK!
Her father, who was the school's English teacher (he demanded to be called "professor" however) glared.
He had regarded her with absolute venom ever since she'd "ran away from home" to live with Mem and Zen. Her father had quite the way of making her feel guilty for escaping his abusive grip. Luckily, the bell, signaling lunch, rang, and she managed to get out of class before he could say a word-or two-to her. She caught up with Tyler.
"Is your dad still on you about running away?"
"Yeah.." Mavis replied with a somber tone.
"I can still get rid of him for you, if you want."
"Tyler, I know you well enough that you couldn't possibly kill someone."
Tyler sighed. She did know him "well enough". He couldn't just kill, that was the truth. "I could still scare him, at least."
Mavis weighed that option, giving a small shrug, but decided against it as well.
Tyler patted Mavis's shoulder for slight comforting of the girl, as they entered the cafeteria. They took their seats, next to each other, at the table the other noobs liked sitting at.
All was well, until...
A shrill scream. A virus infected teen was holding Amy Anderson high in the air...
If only the SuperDudes were there...