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Phobix – Episode 1 – Dance Dance Evolution
No way. No way in hell did all that really happened. Jeffry Austin shook his head, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He didn't look completely shaken up, but he sure as hell was on the inside. It was a dreaded Monday, the day of the week that ensured everyone that there were four more days ahead of them. And for those who were forced to recently transfer to Whickerman High school, due to the events two weeks prior, it was even harder.
And for Jeffry, it was even harder than that. He felt— no, he knew he was the cause of it all. Not purposely, but he knew he did it. No, it's not my fault. How could I have destroyed three schools? He smiled, splashing water on his face from the sink, and then looking at his reflection in the mirror, letting the water continue to run. He seemed pretty confident with those thoughts. Jeffry grabbed a few paper towels and wiped his face off, tossing the paper in the trash. Of course, he missed; basketball was never his thing. He walked over to the trash and picked it up, tossing it into the can and rolling his eyes. As he was about to leave, but he stopped and listened... It was silent. And he knew that that sound was wrong. Walking back over to the sink he was at, he looked down to the faucet and saw that the water was no longer flowing. It had somehow been turned off… He gulped. No… I must've turned it off without realizing it. Yea, that's it. Another roll of his eyes and he began laughing softly; he knew he wasn't crazy. There was no way he could've done those things. The bathroom door opened, and it startled him. It startled him so much that he swore he heard water running. A look to the boy who went into one of the stalls was given before he looked to the sink, which was suddenly on. Heh. Must've… turned it on to wipe my face again. Eyes went over to look at the other two sinks, looking at the knobs slowly turn and allow the water to pour. I knew I shouldn't have come to school today! Eyes widened at the events and he dashed out of the bathroom, heading down the hallway. I should've just stayed home!
I should've just stayed home! Jeffry thought to himself, looking to his watch. It was nearing eight o'clock, and Dandino wasn't there yet! I knew I should've called him first. Jeffry pulled out his cell phone, and as if his friend was reading his mind, he got an incoming call. Answering without much hesitation, he put the phone to his ear.
"Dan! Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago."
"Sorry, Jeffry. Got a little… caught up. But I can't go now! I'm so sorry buddy."
"What!? You spend a week trying to coax me into going to this New Year's Dance, and you're not even here?" He sighed, looking to the entryway into the school gym of Glenn Oak High School. "I can't believe you're doing this to me, Dan."
"Jeffry, I can't make it now! I have some things that I have to do. Don't worry, though. You don't need me to have a good time. Who knows? You'll probably change the world tonight." Dandino gave his friend a soft chuckle. "But, now I have to go. I have to go see someone. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Aiight man." Jeffry smiled and looked towards the gym as he hung up his cell phone, placing it inside of his slacks. Might as well. What harm can come from having a little fun?
'What harm can come from having a little fun?' I said. HAH! Jeffry stormed down the hallway, hearing small sounds of locks being lifted and dropped as he passed. He knew it was him by now, but why admit to such a… thing? Being this different would cause questions, stares, and a hell in his life.Jeffry stormed down the hallway, hearing small sounds of locks being lifted and dropped as he passed. He knew it was him by now, but why admit to such a… thing? Being this different would cause questions, stares, and a hell in his life. Jeffry stormed down the hallway, hearing small sounds of locks being lifted and dropped as he passed. He knew it was him by now, but why admit to such a… thing? Being this different would cause questions, stares, and a hell in his life.
He turned a corner and headed into the classroom where he was supposed to be. The bell rang at that same instant.
"You must be the last of the new comers. Please stand over there with the other three." A short, gray-haired woman with huge orange and brown glasses pointed to the side of her room with the windows. Jeffry did as he was told, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall.
It had been two weeks since the incident, and he hadn't paid much thought to the facts of what happened that night. There was still no way he could've done that much damage, no way in hell. He closed his eyes and sighed, listening to the woman in the front of the class talk, her voice fading in and out. He wasn't really paying attention to her, anyway.
"Okay, you two, please seat over there." Jeffry opened his eyes due to the woman's voice, seeing her direct two of the other slightly familiar students to a section of the room. "And you two, please take any of the remaining three seats. Mr. Conner Smith probably won't ever come back to class again."
Jeffry pushed himself from the wall and grabbed a seat on the same side, three guys surrounding him, with a seemingly quiet woman to his left.
"Hey," the guy to his right leaned over, "you just transferred here, huh?"
His eyes went over to look at the other, looking him up and down before nodding to his question.
"Cool. I'm William, William Décoy. Which of the three totally fucked high schools are you from?" William laughed and sat back in his seat, keeping his eyes on Jeffry.
He was a bit reluctant to answer his question as first, but was still focused on believing he had little or nothing to do the accident. "Glenn Oak."
"Dude, were you there when all that shit happened? I heard those things just went sla—"
"I know… what happened. I was there." Jeffry shot a look towards William that made him stop. "I know everything that happened…"
"Everything is going as planned everyone!" DJ Wes, a fellow student at Glenn Oak, announced over the loud speaker for everyone at the dance to hear. The people in the crowd kept dancing, the high-fashioned students having as much fun as possible. "This is going to be a New Year you'll never forget!" Jeffry rolled his eyes and moved over to where a few of his other friends were.
"Jeffry. You feel like getting us some drinks?" His friend, Katherine Cooks, asked him from the table, sitting next to another good friend of theirs, and her date, Jamal Barnes.
"Why don't you have your date get 'em?" Jeffry smiled, crossing his arms as he stood next to the table.
"Because we were talking… and you're not doing anything." Katherine smiled and gave him a wink, returning to a conversation with Jamal. Jeffry sighed and headed to the drink table. Well, he thought, it gives me an excuse to go find Darrel. He had to smile at that thought. Darrel was his true crush. Yes, it was a guy. He knew this. And Darrel was his only true crush after first coming to realize who he was. He was there somewhere; all he had to do was find him. He's wearing that red dress shirt, black and red shades… Oh yea, with the black slacks. Shouldn't be too hard to notice, right? The first thing he did was get the two drinks. After returning them to the table, he began his search for Darrel. He was there… somewhere.
"Whoa… dude." William leaned back away from Jeffry for a moment.
"Sorry. Just… it kinda upset me, that's all. I'm Jeffry Austin. I guess I'll be seeing more of you." He held out his hand to shake. Well… he's cute. Guess this new school won't be so bad.
Jeffry stepped into his last period of the day, having forgotten – somewhat – of his experience at the dance and that morning. He had a full day of classes and he was a bit tired, so plopped own at his desk in 8th period AP English class. Why he had to get AP, he would never know. Who the hell said I wanted an AP class? Gotta make sure I get them to fix that…As he finished his last few thoughts, the teacher walked in, noticing the two new comers to his class.
"Well, hello. For the new ones, I am Mr. Collins. I'll be your new AP English teacher." He said, sitting at his desk. Just as he did so, a woman with dark brown hair entered. "Miss Fallon… you're late." Mr. Collins looked through some papers, only taking a second to peep up to the latecomer.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Collins. I had to help Stacy to the bathroom. Seems as if she caught the flu." She shook her head as she made her way to her desk in the front of the class. "Sad, really. Looks like she won't be able to take Mr. Lackman's AP Biology test after all. And she studied so hard for it."
"Well, that only helps you become valedictorian easier. So count it a blessing." Mr. Collins smiled to his student before standing up and handing out papers. Jeffry finally realized the woman had another class with him. "The two new students, while I'm passing out this quiz, please introduce yourself for everyone else."
Jeffry couldn't tell who this other new student was, so he stood up and went to the front of the class, looking over the other thirteen or so faces that were present at that time. He took a deep breath and started. "Hey… I'm Jeffry Austin, 11th grader. But, you all may not be seeing me for long. I wasn't in AP English before, so I doubt I'm supposed to be staying." He could hear a small laugh or too before he sat down.
"Well, you can still try. Who knows? You might like it." Mr. Collins handed him a paper as well, then proceeded in handing out the remaining three papers. The last receiver of a paper stood up and walked to the front of the class, holding the paper behind his back. Jeffry closed his eyes for this moment and leaned back, wishing the class would end so much faster.
"Well, I'm in the 11th, too. Came from Glenn Oak and I like sports…" Jeffry could hear the other new student speaking. His voice sounds a little familiar…Before he could open his eyes, the student finished. "Oh yea, my bad. My name is Darrel…"
Jeffry's eyes shot open, staring at this one in front of the class. Darrel…
Darrel… Darrel…Where the hell is he? He continued his search around the school gym, looking at any guy who was wearing an outfit similar to his crush's. So far, there was nothing.
He shook his head and grabbed himself something to drink, leaning against a wall and sipping it. The night so far was okay. He didn't have his best friend to accompany him, nor had he seen Darrel. And what about this DJ? No one was really dancing; it was weak, with no energy in there. By looking around, he could tell the crowd wasn't to interested in the music, even if it did have a little bit of 'wanna-dance' in it.Not a horrible night, but not a very good one either. Maybe I should just go ho--- Finally! Jeffry saw another red shirt. And this time, the wearer had sunshades. He pushed himself off the wall and headed to that area, watching the crowd seem to form a dancing-barrier around them, as if they just went from totally uninterested, to totally hyped. Weird, he knew. He rolled his eyes and tried to get through, all attempts failing.
Jeffry took a few steps back and tried to see over the crowd, but just couldn't. Great. I finally think I see him and he gets blocked. Damn cock blockers. He stared hard into the group, trying to force something innate to help him out, knowing all attempts would end in vain. But, tonight, it seemed to be different. The crowd began to open up. Couple by couple, they seemed to move out of the way just for him. And in the middle was the red-shirted man. With the sunshades. Wearing the same outfit as Darrel. Darrel! It's about time I found you! He smiled and began to walk closer – the worst move he could have ever made. Walking closer was the thing that made him drop his drink on the ground, the liquid splashing all on the floor and his shoes. It was the move that led to the destruction of three schools. What… the hell?
"Darrel Canda. Um, I think that's it…" The new student shrugged and returned to his seat.
It's a Darrel, but not my Darrel. He sighed. Having Darrel at the same school as him now would've only caused more trouble for everyone. He looked over the paper handed to him and decided it'd be helpful to at least try. He had no idea how long he was going to have to take AP English with a girl running for valedictorian, a teacher who seemed really cool, and a guy who had the name of a guy who was a part in the cause of everything that happened over the past few weeks.
The bell rang seemingly minutes later, but he knew it had been over a half hour. Everyone got up and left. Jeffry took his time. As bad as he wanted to leave, with the recent flashback of that dance, he had gotten a bit shaken up. The valedictorian was talking to Mr. Collins as he approached the door.
"Hold on, Desiree. Mr. Jeffry. May I have a word with you please?" Mr. Collins called over to him as he leaned back on his desk, Desiree in front of him holding a few books.
"Yes?" Jeffry walked over there, adjusting his notebook in his hand.
"I told Miss Fallon here that you hold… potential. Why don't you stay in my class a little while longer? You could become something you never expected." He smiled. Jeffry only thought he was weird. He stared at his teacher for a moment.
"No offense, but English is not my forte. And to top that, it's an AP class; way to much for me to handle, Mr. Collins."
"Oh, but Jeffry." Desiree took a step towards Jeffry. "Please do. You might regret not doing it." She smirked, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder.
Jeffry took a step back before she could do so, suddenly feeling… something he couldn't explain about her. Something that she'd done. But within that same instant, it was gone. "That's okay. I'll see about staying, but I need to go now." He turned around and headed out the door, going to exit the school property.
"Dandino! What school did you get transferred to?" Jeffry approached his friend in their neighborhood, the two doing their greeting and sitting on the sidewalk.
"Whickerman. But I didn't feel like going today. Just so much stuff going on." He shook his head and leaned back.
"At least where at the same place. It'd kill me if we couldn't go to the same school."
"So, how was your first day? Any transferees act out?"
"Naah. I almost freak— Never mind." Jeffry stopped himself, looking down the ground. It was almost dark; they had a good half hour before the asphalt would be too dark to see.
"You almost what?" Dandino sounded curious, leaning in to see his friends face. Jeffry just turned his head in the opposite direction.
"It's… nothing."
"Dude, aren't we best friends?"
"…Yea. So?"
"Can't you tell me these types of things? What happened today?"
"… I might tell you later." Jeffry turned back to look to Dandino. "It's just a lot going through my head right now." There was a bit of silence afterwards, both seeming to think about everything.
"Dude… Speaking of telling me later…," Dandino started, "you never told me what happened at the dance that made you quiet that entire week afterwards."
This guy always seems to know exactly what he's not supposed to ask…Jeffry sighed. "I might tell you that later, too." He shook his head, knowing his brain was about to crucify him…
What… the hell?
Was it really possible for this to happen, especially to him? His drink had been splashed all over the floor, but he didn't pay it any attention. His eyes were glued on Darrel… and whatever girl he was dancing with. He had never thought it was possible to be fully jealous over someone that had no real ties to you. But, he was obviously proved wrong.
He was pissed for some reason. More than he should have been. That bitch…she's dancing with him! He shook his head and closed his eyes, thinking it was just a mirage. But he opened his eyes, and they were still dancing… Dancing like they were the last man and woman on earth. I won't cry… I won't cry…He'd known Darrel since… elementary school. And he was his only true crush since then. Being so disappointed like that just hurt him too much. As he stormed his way to an opposite side of the gym, he kicked the cup he dropped on the ground.
"Well, just know that I'll always be here for you man. You're my best friend. If you ever need help with anything, like keeping secrets, helping you study, or even helping you meet new people… I'll be there." Dandino patted him on his back and stood up, looking to his watch. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jeffry. Don't think to much about it." With that, Dandino was heading home. Jeffry watched him as he walked away, standing up himself to head to his own home. He shoved his hands into his pockets, closing his eyes and walking slowly. He had to remember… he had to think about that night. Or else he'd never be able to fully understand what happened… Come on Jeffry…
He found a spot on the wall and tried to cool down. Come on, J. Relax… Breath… He's not even your man…Sliding down the wall, he gripped his head, staring at whatever he could get his eyes on. There were a few tears – Why the hell am I crying! He saw his cup on the floor. It had stopped moving, but his gaze seemed to do something to it… From its still position, it tilted from one side to another softly as first, then hard… until it was spinning. I can't believe him…and her! Why can't I ever find anyone DAMNIT! The spinning cup launched into the air, hitting the ceiling – which was over twenty-four feet high – and almost exploded, shards of plastic raining down onto the crowd.
Jeffry saw it happened, and even followed bits of the cup as it fell, but was completely unparsed by it. In fact, he liked it… It made him feel better. Granted he was still furious, he felt an inch better. When one of his friends came to check up on him, he only gazed at him with his piercing eyes.
"Dude… you look like hell. What're you crying for? Everything all—" He never did get a chance to finish his sentence.
Lying down on his bed, he curled up and wiped a tear away from his face. He finally remembered most of what happened. He never wanted to, but things continued to happen that forced him to. And he couldn't live with those feelings everyday. He turned over on his back and placed both hands behind his head, looking up to the ceiling. What the hell am I? I did the same thing in the bathroom this morning… Why can I do those things?
Jeffry leaned up, looking around his dark room. There was a bit of moonlight and light from the street lamps sneaking through his curtains; this allowed him to see select silhouettes from objects in his room.
I wonder…He raised a finger and pointed to his lamp. Nothing… Jeffry focused, concentrating on just that lamp. Nothing…A shake of his head and he laid back down. Maybe it wasn't me who did it… Maybe I… I don't know. Within minutes, his eyes were closed and he was sleep, dreams – or nightmares – of such things playing in his mind.
Now, a new thought was racing through his mind: how? Tuesday had finally come. And instead of feeling those thoughts of the dance and why it happened, he was instead wondering how. How did I do that? He was sitting in his 2nd period class, Algebra 2, fiddling with a pencil while Ms. Honer wrote a problem on the board.
2x + 34 7x - …Maybe I just have to think harder. Eyes traveled from the problem to the chalk resting on the tray under the chalkboard. He decided he'd try to do exactly what the people on TV did. He squinted his eyes and focused, trying his best to clear his mind from the excess clutter. Out of the effort, he only got small results.
All I did was move it an inch or two. Hardly anything to be hype about. He huffed and went back to paying attention in class.
"Psst… Jeffry."
Jeffry looked over to his right to see a face he hadn't seen yesterday. "Jamal!? Dude, you weren't in here yesterday, were you?"
"Nah. I had to go and get checked up. I got injured from the accident." Jamal displayed a large scar on his left arm "Didn't really hurt, but… we had to make sure it didn't get infected."
"Wow. What's your third period?" Jeffry began to whisper, Ms. Honer walking past.
"Mr. Collins."
"Seriously? I have him 8th. You need to make sure you tell me all the stuff that goes on in your period so I'm ready for it in mine." Jeffry laughed.
"Well, get ready for a talk about mutants… Can't stand those damn things." Jamal huffed and leaned back in his seat, looking around the room for the teacher before continuing. "That's who the press thinks caused the entire dance-thing. I'd kill the one who hurt Kat."
I… hurt Kat?
"Dude… you look like hell. What're you crying for? Everything all—" Jeffry's eyes squinted, the form of said friend being hurled back into the crowd, breaking them up quickly. There were a few screams and people worried, but he'd take care of that. He stood up to his feet and shot a glare to all the balloons – they popped without a second passing. Then there were those flashing lights. Those damn lights that were flashing and moving around throwing circles on various areas of the gym and causing such a nice and sickening effect to him. With a mental command, they all burst. Another command was given to the DJ's equipment. Speakers blew, records and cds were sent flying across the room. This was the move that made everyone run to the door. The move that was only the beginning.
Jeffry sat there in shock. Not only at what his friend was saying, but what he supposedly did to another friend of his! "What happened? I hadn't heard about her getting hurt…"
"She's in the hospital right now. A record came flying past her after the lights and stuff popped and sliced her throat. Luckily, we got her there in time." Jamal shook his head. "If I find the freak who did that, I'm going to do the same thing it did to her to it!"
Oh, so I'm an It now... Jeffry rolled his eyes, squeezing the pen in his hand. Yes, he was upset for severely injuring Katherine. None of his friends deserved such an attack, accidental or not. My anger should've been in check. But, he didn't deserve to be called an it either! Squeezing even harder, he shot a look over towards Jamal. Without another second passing, his pen shot out of his hand, jabbing itself into the wall in the front of the class.
"What the—" Jamal began to murmur.
"Mr. Barnes! There will be no throwing of objects in this classroom!" She shouted towards him. "You better be lucky this is only your second day her young man or I would surely make it your LAST!"
Jeffry's eyes were wider than before. The pen shot across the room! He knew he did it. After coming to realize that he shot a shitload of lockers out of his school into the sky, he knew he could manage to make a pen fly and jab itself into a... brick wall. He gulped, and leaned back in his seat, letting his pen fall onto the desk. There was one word that kept playing over and over in his head. The one word he knew that would help him understand how exactly he destroyed three schools. …Anger?
"Mutants. Anyone want to give me their view on them? Are they a threat, or simply evolution to an already powerful species?" Mr. Collins walked in front of the class and wrote the topic on the board. "Today is merely a class discussion on such a current topic in our world… with an added essay to grade."
The class was silent, thinking about such a topic. Jeffry looked down to his desk, refusing to answer such a question. But someone had to start the discussion.
"Mr. Collins… not all mutants are bad. Some of them… help. Like the ones in New York."
Jeffry looked over to who spoke, examining him a bit. "Phillip Petterson, you are so right," Mr. Collins said. "However, most of the world doesn't view them as such. To us normals – I trust we all are before I continue – well, they are different. And as history has taught us… we are afraid of change." Mr. Collins shook his head. "Jeffry Austin…" he looked towards the student. "What is your say on this topic?"
Wow, smart idea. Ask the mutant. "I… have to go to the bathroom."
"Well, by the time you get back," Mr. Collins began to write a pass for him, "be prepared to write up the essay. As for the rest of you, you should begin now." He walked over and handed the pass to Jeffry before stepping back in front of his class. "I need at least five pages for all you AP students. This should be easy."
Jeffry stepped outside the room and wiped the sweat from his face. I can't let anyone know… not even Danny. How would he take it? He shook his head as he made his way down the foreign hallways, trying to find his destination. This is worse than thinking about coming out. He found the bathroom and stepped inside, wiping the last few drops of sweat from his face before he begun the unbuckling process.
"Jeffry!?"
"DANDINO!" Well, that had to stop. Jeffry buckled himself back up and went to hug his friend. "Dude, what a coincidence."
"I know. Told you we were meant to be friends. So, classes goin' alright?"
"Yea…" He stepped to one of the urinals and began to piss. He could hear Dandino washing his hands in the sink.
"Why'd you say it like that?" Dandino turned the water off and leaned against one of the stalls near Jeffry.
"Because… just some of the discussions and stuff we have to do. That's all. What about you?"
"Same, same. I need to get back to class, though. I'll see you after school."
"Aiight man." Jeffry finished, then made his way back to his classroom..
Jeffry returned and sat down, sighing. As he entered, he saw Mr. Collins on his cell phone, 'Uh-huh'-ing and 'Yea'-ing to whoever was on the other line. By the time he began to head his paper for the essay, Mr. Collins was done with his conversation, sitting down at his desk, sorting through papers.
"Attention teachers and students. Please excuse this interruption." A voice boomed over the intercom. "Teachers, please send all new transfer students to the gymnasium at this time for a brief meeting on school policies."
"You two are so lucky." Mr. Collins sighed and rolled his eyes. "Desiree, could you please escort Jeffry and Darrel to the gym, please?"
"Yes, Mr. Collins." She stood up and grabbed her purse, walking to the door to wait for the two male students.
Jeffry stood up and grabbed his things, heading out of the door with Darrel closely behind.
"Do you two like this school so far?" Desiree questioned the two boys as they made their way to the gym, a few more students joining them in the hallway as they traversed.
"It's alright." Both males said.
"Heh. You'll love it. There's a lot of clubs here, too. I'm sure you two will find the perfect clique." As she approached the gym, she slowed down. "Okay, it's right over there. Just walk in with the rest of the transferees. I'll be waiting in the first few seats in case you need an escort back."
"Thanks, Desiree." Jeffry and Darrel both nodded, filing into the gymnasium. It was beginning to get full – and it looked like it could hold hundreds. Jeffry took a seat towards the top; he didn't pay attention where Darrel sat.
Within a few moments, everyone had begun to settle in. A young-ish looking man, seemingly in his mid- to late- thirties, went to the podium in the center of the gym, cleared his throat, and began to speak.
"Welcome transfer students to Whickerman High. I am Mr. Lawrence, the principal at this fine institution of learning. We know the past few weeks have been stressful, and we know it has been trailing on most of you. We at Whickerman are here for you whenever you need to come to us. Just to let everyone know, we have students from Glenn Oak High, Oxon Hill High, and even Gwynn Park Middle. Now I will let Mr. Newhouse, our assistant principal, come forth with more." He sat down and the assembly carried on without much else.
Jeffry leaned back on the bleachers, looking around at the other students that filled the gym with him. Some were familiar, some rang a bell, while others were totally new to him.
"Yes, miss?" The female guidance counselor pointed out to a young woman in the audience with her hand raised.
"Yes, I have a question." She stepped down from the bleachers, stepping to take a mic so the entire audience could hear.
"Okay, what is it?"
"… What should we do about the fires?"
Everyone began whispering to themselves, wondering what the hell she was talking about.
"What fires?" The guidance counselor began looking around, giving a curious gaze to the principal.
"These." There was a smile that the woman gave off, that from Jeffry's distance, he could still somehow make out. With her cue, the podium caught on fire. There was a loud scream and people began to run. To obviously hide her appearance from those who would try to suddenly remember what she looked like, a pair of sunglasses and hat was pulled onto her head, the woman walking in the opposite direction of everyone else.
What the hell? Jeffry stood up in his seat, people pushing past him, rushing to get out of the gym.
"Mutant's will RISE! The event that gathered us here was only the beginning." The woman cackled, voice booming over the intercom in the gym. "Just make sure you remember who sent you this warning: Pyrotic!" An empty section of the bleachers caught on fire, making any of the remaining students panic even more.
Oh shit… Oh shit… Oh shit! Jeffry rushed down the bleachers as fast as he could, trying to think of something. Escape or stop her? What the hell do I do! Once he reached the floor, he began looking to the exit then back to Pyrotic.
The gymnasium began to dwindle down and Pyrotic was still on the podium, laughing and causing small fires to appear out of nowhere. "And what are you going to do, little boy?"
"Make sure the same thing doesn't happen again…" Katherine. Jeffry looked to the gym doors, looking at them still locked in their open position. Close… close… close. One by one, each of the doors closed, then he looked to Pyrotic. "Making sure mutants don't keep getting a bad name for the mistakes of others."
Right hand outstretched to all exits one by one. Why not help them escape faster? As his right hand was pointed to each exit, a flick of the wrist occurred before moving to the next target. One by one, the door and some of the wall surrounding it lifted up and was shot through the air, the constant crashing causing some of the ground to shake around them.
Still… pissed. The normal Jeffry didn't appear to be residing in that body anymore. It was possessed by a psychotic lunatic. Everyone was running, paying him no mind that he was just standing there. The wall behind him lifted up and was tossed over his head, crashing and causing some of the refreshments to fly through the air, hitting a few of the students remaining. He turned around and stared at the lockers. They were such pesky things. So small, couldn't hold much. Then the locks on them were so cheap it was ridiculous. As that final thought passed through his head, said locks would begin rattling before becoming ripped off the locker itself, zooming past him. He heard a few screams and shouts, but he wasn't done. He was still pissed.
Both hands were raised as both palms were pointed towards the lockers. There was a bit of rattling and shaking to the earth, but that all ended when twenty two lockers uprooted from their spots and went soaring through the ceiling, high into the sky… The rage building up inside of him was finally depleted. He fell to his knees, observing the destruction he could barely remember he caused… and cried.
"I'm making sure that you don't do what I did. No one else needs to be hurt…" Jeffry braced himself, looking to Pyrotic.
"Aww, the poor 'kinetic thinks he can do something about me. Well, two can play that game." Pyrotic snapped her fingers, a grin forming on her face. Within that very instant, the perimeter on the inside of the gym caught on fire, essentially blocking Jeffry inside.
"I may not know entirely what I'm doing, but I do know what I'm doing it for." Jeffry took a quick scan of the interior, noting a few things sprawled across the floor.
"Oh my god. You sound like one of those sappy heroes in the movies who likes to give a monologue of how much shit they've been through and that there's nothing the bad guy can do to stop them and a bunch of other bullshit. Well, guess what?" She said in a mocking tone, taking steps towards him, causing him to almost trip as he stepped back to keep his distance. "I can do much to make sure you burn. End of monologue."
"You can try!" Jeffry looked to one of the walls. His secret weapon was there, hidden behind a somewhat thin sheet of glass. 'Break and pull in case of fire,' it read. With enough anger, he could skip one step and go straight to the other. Focusing as hard as he could, he watched as the switch on the inside of the fire alarm was pulled downward. The fire sprinklers on the inside of the gym activated, water filling the equipment before spraying it all over, dousing the fires.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" She pulled off the sunshades, tossing them to the ground. Once those were off, she was able to see a fire hose float over to Jeffry, aiming the nozzle at her.
"Thanks… I try my best." He smiled, pulling the lever and spraying the substance in the direction of Pyrotic.
"AAAH!" She screamed and shook as much of the stuff off as possible. But that was only the beginning. With some control and aim, pencils, papers, notebooks, and various other school supplies were being hurled toward Pyrotic. Jeffry just stood as the events unfolded, making sure to aim in places he could ensure would cause some pain. "You little bitch! Argh!" Shaking a few things off, Pyrotic headed towards an exit and ran out. Jeffry, all wet, smiled and looked up the ceiling, turning the sprinkles off with his mind.
"…Whoa."
"'There has been another incident, totaling two weird events within a month.'" Jeffry switched off the TV in his room, sighing and laying down on this bed.
"Yup. It's on the news. Somehow, the girl got away though. No one knows where she went." Jeffry could hear Dandino on the other line speaking to him.
"Damn. Oh well. She'll be found one day." I'll make sure of it.
"Jeffry, somehow we still have homework. So I'm going to get to that, and I'll see you on the bus tomorrow."
"Night man." Jeffry hung up the phone and laid it down on his bed. The hook was all the way on the other side of the room, along with that pesky lamp. He rolled his eyes, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. I really don't feel like getting up. I'm pooped. Using his mind that much tired him. As one of his toes grazed the floor, he stopped himself, and thought about it. An eyebrow rose as he looked to the phone.
"I'm not that pooped." He grinned, watching the telephone float into the air and hang itself up. And with a look to his lamp, it was off. "Aah. Sure is nice." He laid down on his bed and looked out his window, staring at the moon. I can't believe it…
"Who the hell starts a food fight!?" Jeffry and Dandino ran to one of the more empty tables, hiding as best as they could. It was the very next day at school, and obviously, someone had started a war in the cafeteria. Jeffry did 'his thing' to make sure the two stayed as clean as possible.
Jeffry's eyes turned to watch a boy – Isn't that the guy from my last period? – still sitting at a table, seeming to not care about the food. But upon closer observation, he saw him with his head under his hands. But this sight alone was not what caused him to widen his eyes – and accidentally ensure Dandino got squashed in the face with something messy. He had to make sure no one else saw the sight that occurred within this food fight.
Why did the food stop right before it hit him?!