Hey guys, I hope you like this story. It's only going to be a short one, though. Two chapters, maybe. You'll just be pumped for the next ones I give out.
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Daycare opened at two. The kids had snacks at three.
Lash approached his new victim, the little Crystal Skye, whom had shoulder-length soft brown curls. He was watching her finish up the last of her ice cream, when Speed appeared behind him. But with a shove of his arm, Lash sent him into the wall. This was his newbie. Speed couldn't interfere this time.
"Hey, you!" He called to her, adjusting his fairly large striped sleeves. The girl looked up, gave a little wave out of nervousness, and looked awkwardly back to her empty ice cream dish. "What's your name?"
Her big blue eyes went large like a bug with her fear, nearly dropping the bowl on the ground. "I…uh I'm…Crystal."
"Crystal, huh." His arms crossed over his chest, and he rolled his neck to look at her clearly. "What kinda a name is that?"
"My mom liked it, so she calls me that." Her face lit up, and it frazzled Lash a moment. "What's your name?"
He smirked. She should at least know who rules this daycare. "Lash." Her hand came up in front of the two of them, as if to shake.
"Nice to meet you, Lash. Do you wanna sit down with me?" Her voice was high, but Lash guessed it was because she was speaking to him. Not many people talked to him. They followed his rules and obeyed his demands. But this little one was new - she didn't know any better.
As he stood there, his eyebrows disappeared into his shaggy brown hair, his mind shocked. She was asking him to sit with her? This was a joke, right? Nobody asked someone as superior as him to sit down. Just…nobody.
Then gravity fell upon him, knocking him to his knees. Looking around he tried to find the source of his collapse, but all he could see was Crystal's bright white smile - with a flicker of knowing mischievous behavior floating in her eye. She was up to something - and Lash was nearly speechless. She was the one to knock him down. "You have powers?" He whispered, eyes wide and shocked. No one but him and Speed had powers at the daycare, and this would be a 1st in forevers that another showed up. That's why they had everyone to their feet, running away. Normal people didn't know what the story was behind them. No one but their mothers.
"Are you going to shake my hand?" She replied with the same tone, her eyes cross with determination. Slowly lifting his hand into the air, Lash glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching. Nope.
Their hands clasped together, and Crystal smiled even brighter. But Lash was looking at her strangely, like she was the newest thing to this planet. "How old are you?"
Crystal dropped their hands, pursing her lips before peering over his shoulder. "5 and a half." Smirking, she went on. "But my mom said that I don't act my age. I act older."
"How…old?" Lash stuttered, his eyes squinting to her bright blue orbs, her small nose.
"Like, 6 or something."
"I'm 6!" Lash blurted happily, only to cover it with a quick brush of his hair. He almost lost his cool. Almost. "I mean, yeah, that's cool."
Crystal played with the spoon from her ice cream, moving a finger across the handle to bend it at a 90 degree angle. Lash watched with high interest as it broke apart, and he tried to hide his amazement as it fixed itself. "You know, I see past you, Lash. I see past your authority."
"It's superiority." He said matter-of-factly, nodding his head once. "And what are you talking about, new kid?"
Her eyes trailed from his, to something across the room, making her face light up. Coming back to face Lash again, her features hardened. "I'm going to use my head, to mess with yours." With that, she tapped her forehead, getting to her feet. "Mummy!"
Lash watched her run into a hug from an older woman. He stared in awe of the little girl, but then began to think over what she said. She was going to mess with him? Did he just get a brave enemy? Lash smiled wildly - oh, the fun he'll have!
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"Speed - Speed!" He called to his friend, scrambling out of the school bus to catch him at the daycare's front doors. Their moms would pick them up around 5 when they got out of work. Stretching his arm slightly, he high-fived the pudgy 6 year old who just finished adjusting his hat.
"Yeah?"
"That new girl here yet?" He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Okay -" He breathed, looking around frantically. "You got gum?" The fatter one nodded. "Gimme."
"What's going on?" The boy asked, trying to search the faces of the young kids. "What's about her?"
"I think she thinks that we aren't important. That I'm not important." Speed handed him a piece.
"But we own the place!"
Lash glared to the street as he began to chew, snarling to himself. "I know. I gotta teach her a lesson."
"Kiy help?" Lash turned darkly to the boy. "Guess not - okay."
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"Crystal!" The woman in charge, Fiona, had said. "It's great to see you again."
"It's nice to see you too." She curtsied, giggling as she ran off in the direction of the arts and crafts table. Lash curled his lip in disgust, facing Speed with an angry chew to his gum.
"She's here." He growled, ignoring the eager leap in his throat by a mile. It was probably just excitement for what she'd recoil with when he'd attack. Had to be. "Stay."
Speed saluted the skinny child, going back to his cupcake. "Aye."
As Lash crossed the room to the new girl, he placed the gum in his mouth to his fingers, stretching it so that when it landed in its target, it would make a tragic mess. Yes, it would be tragic. He could see it now - the tears, the deadly scream of horror. The scissors. He nearly began to giggle with anticipation, his arm stretching the small length where he stood to where she sat.
"He-llo, newbie." He smirked, kicking in his legs to sit beside her. Placing his left arm around the girl's shoulder, he watched her give a faded smile before putting down her paintbrush.
"Oh, Lash. You're here today." She said cheerfully, the certain glint in her eye appearing. "What havoc will you try on me and fail today?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm just here to give up. I can't compete with whatever power you have." Crystal crossed her arms, tossing back her hair to give him a raised eyebrow. Lash couldn't stop smiling inside, patting her shoulder.
"I don't believe you."
He laughed, standing up. "Good."
Her face fell, a look of shock plastered on her face. "What…did you do?"
"Oh, nothing." He whispered, walking away. But then he turned around, looking confused. "Where…where'd my gum go?"
"Lash -" Crystal almost shouted, her hand crunching at hair with haste, only to have it come back with one single strand of the gooey substance. There was no possible way that she'd be able to get that out. Impossible. Her eyes widened in horror, but to Lash's surprised, sank back into a calm expression. Smirking. What…what was going on? Shouldn't she be crying? All of her hair - it's going to be gone! Why isn't she screaming? "Ms. Fiona? Can I have some help with the peanut butter?" Crap. She was gunna smother him with a glob of the stuff down his throat. "I think that I have some gum in my hair."
"Darn it!" Lash cried out, stomping his feet and fisting the table he retreated to. "She's good." He whispered, nearly growling. Speed looked on with a tooth to his lip, his crayon practically bending with the thickness across the table. Lash shook his head, eyes dark and heavy while he glared blankly to the table. "Real good."
"Dude, you gots some competition, now."
"Shut up, Speed. I don't need j'or crap." Quickly turning his vision to Crystal, he watched her eyes scan through his - and gave the littlest wink, the smallest wave, as Fiona had done her best to grab the gum from her hair.
Lash's stomach turned over as he continued his staring contest with the brown haired, blue eyed girl. This was ridiculous. Of all his many, many - forever years here, he's never come across anyone as daring as she. She just turned up yesterday - and already was making up ideas for rude remarks, snide comments. He just knew it. And above all, it made Lash smirk. He enjoyed what might happen. Competition. It felt good.
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Later, after snacktime, was naptime. Lash had to do nothing but walk to the back of the daycare, pick up the lightning bolt sleeping bag from the box and drop it by the large boom box at the corner of the room. That was his spot. He got to choose what music to fall asleep to when he chose that spot. Not even Speed got to sleep there.
But there was already a sleeping bag in his spot. It was vibrant purple with cute little fuzzy teddy bears sewn into it. Growling, he looked for the girl who dared annoy him, and saw her running fingers through one of her two pigtails, downing a juicebox by the reception desk. "Skye!" He snarled, stomping his foot with an angry throw of his bag to the ground. She looked up, and brought her hand high into the air to wave. But Lash kept glaring, pointing to the sleeping bag. "My spot."
He watched her saunter over, dropping her juice in the trash before she started to skip towards him. She was too giddy. She needed to be miserable. "Hi, Lash!" Her smile was bright, but when he grasped her arm when she stood in front of him, it molded into a smirk.
"Move. Your. Bag." Lash said through gritted teeth, pointing down at the floor. "It's my spot."
"Nu-uh."
"Yes-suh."
"Nu-uh. Your name isn't on it. So no."
"Nurmughnugh." Lash grumbled, his mouth in a snarl. "I sleep here."
"Kids, get into your bags. Lights out in five!" Fiona called, looking across the floor.
"Not today." Crystal sang softly, getting by him to jump into her sleeping bag. Lash stared with undying anger as she settled in, and Fiona came by, a hand to his shoulder when she ducked to his height.
"Lash, you gotta get in a bag."
"Fifi, she stole my spot." Crystal smirked from the corner of his eye, and he dared to stick his tongue out at her. "Make her move."
"Maybe not, Lash. C'mon, let's go find you a spot."
"I have. She took it." Fiona looked cross.
"Lash, do I have to tell Mum that you don't know how to share?" He shook his head. "Good. Then let her stay there."
He didn't like that. "Fi-oh-nah…" He whined, his arms crossing over his chest.
"Lash, I don't want to baby you for the rest of your life. So either get over it or spend naptime in the corner!" Lash's mouth dropped, as did Crystal's, but Lash stormed his sleeping bag so close to hers that he didn't actually see it clearly. Jumping inside, he began to grumble about stupid sisters. Today just wasn't his day. The new girl took his spot, and his sister wasn't listening to him. Definitely not his day.
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