Welcome to one of my Originals! Uh, kinda based off Lacey's fanfic Virtually Yours and also from Hikaru no Go. That's where the idea's from, I don't own the rights to a Viper, and enjoy! Nikki
Oh, PS: The title is Hebrew for Destruction. I was randomly flipping through the Bible for World Religions Class looking at footnotes and saw it. So enjoy that little tidbit.
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"Aaargh!" A brunette boy rumpled his hair in frustration.
"What's the matter, Nick? Lose?" A sandy blonde responded to the cry from his friend.
"No, I won. Too easily, though..." He got up, abandoning the chessboard and the angry redhead behind it.
"Play online then." The blonde pointed distractedly at a computer behind him. "Plenty of strong players there.
Nick consulted the clock above the chalkboard. "No, I need to go now. Later, Jon." Nick threw a black backpack over one shoulder, also tossing a rook (A/N: or castle, whichever you perfer) at him.
"Bye." Jon moved a bishop.
Nick began toward his car, fishing for the car keys in his pocket. His cell phone began ringing, playing the Mod-Spooky ringtone. Pressing the green phone button, he answered it.
"'Lo?"
"Hey Nick. How'd chess go?" It was his friend, Amber. He should've known.
"Neh, okay. Why?" Finding the keys, he unlocked the car door and slung the bag into the backseat.
"Cause, you're busy this Saturday in the Massah Tourney." A laugh came over the phone.
"Amber! Why'd you sign me up?" Placing his keys in the ignition, he hooked up his CD player to the sound system.
"'Cause you're good. Real good. Plus, if you're ever going to go for State, you need to do it. Pequirement of two tournaments, remember?"
"Yeah, but Massah? That's a pro test!" Nick stressed the last word while turning on the music.
"That is what Massah means. Going to school taught you that much at least."
"Fine, Amber. I need to get home. Talk to you later." Nick hung up the phone without waiting for a response, shifting his black viper into reverse and speeding away.
"Hothead..." Amber hung up the phone, brushing a piece of mahogany hair behind her ear. She picked it up again, dialing another number. It rang three times.
"Jon here."
"Yeah, he's not too happy about Massah." Amber said, flopping on her bed.
"Knew he wouldn't be. He wants to be a doctor of some kind. Anablearysumthing..." Jon said. "Check."
"Anesthesiologist. Shouldn't he make his own choices, though?"
"Sometimes. But not right now. Too much is on the line. Mate." Jon finished his game.
"Er, I gotta go now. But his future does rely on that match. Bye."
"Bye." Amber hung up the phone again, sighing. She pulled out her textbooks and began to do her homework.