Chapter Two: Special

The two blades of energy clashed in the rain, hissing a the rain hit the blades. The two men sidestepped each other, and jumped over each other while swinging their weapons trying to cut the other down. One man held a blue blade of energy, the other a red blade. They were battling on some type of skyscraper in the middle of a massive city. "You killed the women you love, how does that feel?" one of the man asked the other.

"Shut up!" the other man yelled charging forward swinging his weapon at the others head. The other parried the attack and spun around attempting a strike at the mans legs. He blocked and spun the opposite way landing a kick into the others face.

"That's right" the man said pushing himself off of the ground to look at the other. "That's it Mike, let your anger take control! Let it give you power that no other feeling can give you! Do it! Kill me! DO IT!!"

His yellow eyes pulsating with uncontrollable anger, Mike charged forward screaming as he ran.

"Mr. Moore!" a voice called to him.

Mike stirred awake. He had fallen asleep in his match class.

"And why, may I ask, were you sleeping in my class?" his teacher asked smacking a ruler in his hand as he did so.

"Uh, sorry Mr. Bong" Mike replied rubbing his eyes.



"No excuses, detention, Monday, this room, 3:00 and don't be late" Mr. Bong said turning and walking back to the black board in the front of the class. "Questions 1-25 due Monday, you must show your work and show how you solved the problem and how you checked it or you will get a zero for the entire thing, dismissed" he ordered as the bell ran to end class.

Mike pushed his books into his backpack and walked out of the classroom into the massively packed hallway. A boy walked up and put his arm around the back of Mikes shoulders. "How's it going buddy? Got detention eh?" the boy asked.

"Yeah" Mike sighed. "How's it going with you Charles?" he asked.

Charles was the most popular out of Mike and the rest of his circle of friends. He always seemed to be friends with all the cute girls, and always seemed to be with one too. He was slim, yet buff from playing football for four years. He had what many girls call "beautiful brown eyes, the eyes of a god" Mike couldn't help but laugh every time he heard girls say that. Charles also had very clean black hair that went down to the middle of the back of his neck. He was wearing his usual get up: pink shirt, blue jeans, and a necklace with a crystal around his neck.

Mike and Charles made their way down the crowded hall talking. "You know" Charles began. "I've been saying this for two years now, you should really ask Brittney out. I mean, she's single, she's HOT, and she obviously likes you-like likes you" he said with a grin.

"And I've been saying this for the past two years" Mike shot back. "I'm not interested in having a girlfriend right now" he explained. "My only 

goal right now is to get through this year without bombing any classes" he added.

Charles patted him in the shoulder. "Dude, dude, dude" he said. "You need a girl in your life, you hear me? Need a girl. A mans life without a girl-unless your gay, is…well…boring and uneventful. If you don't get a girlfriend, the only type of relations you'll end up getting is from your right hand" he said.

"Not all guys our age are as crazy about getting girls as you are you know" Mike replied. "Some of us have other priorities"

"Well here comes one of yours right now" Charles replied moving away from Mike.

Brittney walked up to Mike. "Well" she sighed. "That was certainly an uneventful day of school"

"Yeah" he replied. "Thank god it's the weekend" he added.

"Yeah" she agreed. "So, you doing anything this weekend?" she asked.

"Uh, no, not really" he answered unsure what she was getting at, but he had a pretty good idea.

"You sure you have nothing planned?" she asked.

"Positive" he answered. "My father doesn't need help at the construction site, and my mom never has anything for me to do"

"Good, then we'll do something this weekend" she said. "How's a movie sound?" she asked.

"Uh…" Mike replied unsure what to say, after a moments thought he said. "Sure"



Brittney smiled. "Good, I'll call you tonight" she said walking away.

"Uh…okay" Mike replied even though she clearly was too far away to hear.

"Ha!" Charles yelled jumping in front of Mike. "So, Mr. 'I'm not interested in girls right now'" he said. "What was that?"

"It's just hanging out, it's not like it's date or anything" Mike replied back.

Charles sighed. "Man, talk about denial" he said turning away from him. "Call me after the date, I need to hear about it" he said walking towards the school exit.

"Yeah, right" Mike breathed back.

The halls were starting to empty now, everyone as anxious to get home and spend Friday night having fun. Mike soon found himself alone in the schools hallway. "Better head home" he muttered to himself as he started for the exit.

He tried to open the exit door, but it was locked. How is that possible? It's only 3:30 the janitors don't lock up till late at night. He tried it again, it wouldn't budge. Suddenly his sixth sense started going off, he swung around to look behind him and saw a figure in a black robe standing at the other end of the hallway. Mike instinctively took a step backwards until he ran into the locked exit door.

The figure had a hood up, and the shadow from the hood was covering the figures face in shadow. The figure started to walk forward, the persons boots making a thud sound as he made his way across the tiled floor.



Mike's sixth sense was telling him that this person was bad news, and that he needed to find a way out of this situation, and fast.

Suddenly the person stopped about eight meters from where Mike was standing; it stretched out a black gloved hand and opened his palm. At that instant Mikes whole body went stiff and he was pulled forward by some type of force. He was hovering about two feet off the ground, unable to move, and mere feet from this robed person.

Th person tilted his hooded head to one side as if he was studying Mike. The only thing Mike could feel was fear. What was this guy going to do? Was it even a guy? How was he being held in mid-air like this? Just what the hell is this person?!

The person spoke in a very high growling type voice. "You do have an affinity for it" the voice said.

Mike managed to only say one thing. "What?"

The person tilted his head back straight. "You don't know" the person said. "You are completely unaware of your gifts"

Gifts? Does this person know why Mike has this sixth sense, and why he was able to summon that cup to his hand before? "Who…who are you?" Mike managed to breathe out.

"My name is Darth Storm" the person answered. "Dark Lord of the Sith"

"S-Sith?"

"You're like me" Darth Storm said. "You are special" he added. "You capable of doing extreme things, things that no one else you know can 

even imagine. Things you never imagined" he explained. "You have gifts, I can teach you to use them, control them, harness them, and make them more powerful"

Mike could tell, this guy was not as pure as he was trying to put out. Mikes sixth sense was telling him this guy was bad, evil, the opposite of the type of person Mike would ally himself with.

"I offer you power" the man went on. "The power to do anything you want with no boundaries, no limits to your capacity" he offered. "Do not answer now" he said waving a hand in front of him and releasing Mike from his hold. "In two days I will return. Just remember, power awaits you with me. No one else can offer you the control that I do" he finished.

The man called Darth Storm waved his hand and Mike heard the lock on the exit door click, and the door swing open. He turned his head around to look at the door, then back at the man-he was gone!

As Mike was trying to compose himself he was hit with a suddenly realization. "That voice, that's the voice the person had from my dream" he muttered to himself. "What is going on?"