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Chapter 2

You shoot me down, but I won't fall,
I am titanium.
I'm bullet proof, nothing to lose.
Fire away, fire away,
Ricachet,
Take your aim, fire away, fire away.

"Physical fitness, is the heart of this school, despite what the other teachers may think or say.." Conceded words if Piers ever heard them.. It didn't really matter, he wasn't paying much attention to Coach Wesker from the start..

The blond was pacing back and forth as he talked, hair coaxed back with incredible amounts of gel that it looked glossed. The class had lined up at the track field, which was really a large oval circled of track sand divided in chalk in four strips around the football field.

The class consisted of a good amount of people, enough to make Piers nervous anyway.. Piers reconized Finn right away, he was standing at the far end of the line they were in.. Another much taller male was pinching the back of the poor boy's neck, and flicking his ear. At this point, Piers had tuned Coach Wesker out completely; his blood was boiling as the male was harrassing Finn.. Sure, he was weird, but that wasn't okay.. Finn was actually really nice despite his weirdness.
Why wasn't Coach doing anything?

Piers felt a movement to his left and was forced to tear his gaze from the aggitating scene to notice a blonde girl who seemed to be looking at the same thing as he. She didn't look too happy with it as well, her small round face and slender features were delicate as if painted on flawlessly.. But despite this, she looked frustrated, a viel of irritation crossing her expression.

"What jerks.." She hissed, and Piers ducked his head to look at his track sneakers.. His P.E clothes were a bit big on him, red shorts a little too baggy and his white shirt had too big of a collar that it sagged slightly off his shoulder. He'd have to talk to Linda about his size in clothes later..

"I thought this school was good about their bug control, why are there so many cockroaches festering?" Piers muttered under a sigh that bubbled in his throat. He heard a soft giggle from the blonde girl and his brown eyes met her baby blue shades once again.

"You'd think so, right?" Her smile was warm, and Piers actually felt himself smile back. It was the shriek of Coach's whistle that broke Piers out of his trance and all around him the student's began running, a stampeed of thundering feet and body movement that sent Piers in a moment of shock.

The blonde giggled again as she was jogging, she looked over her shoulder, smile aimed at Piers, it was beaming and friendly, eyes catching in the sunlight.

"C'mon, Slowpoke!"

This encouraged Piers to move his legs at a slow jog. He jogged every morning.. When you had military family that dated far back to when your great grandpa was first born, the stress in fitness was always a pressure point for the Nivans and always pushed on Piers. So keeping up with the crowd was easy..
But it was strange, running with so many people around you.. Piers could hear unioned breathing, pants and grunts of the runners. A symphony of effort. Piers tore past a cluster of runners laborlessly. His aim wasn't on his speed, but pace. A thing he learned over time of jogging day and night.

The male picking on Finn was just a few strides in front of Piers, this was ambition enough for Piers to pick up the pace, allowing himself to glide next to him. The brunette gave one look at Piers, but didn't seem so focused with him, or where his feet were, which were crossing Piers' line, this was an excuse enough.. Piers casually swept his right foot outwards, catching with the brunette's.

The male fell a lot faster than Piers had expected, his whole body mass falling in a heap of flailing limbs and skidding across the track sand until he fully stopped at the edge of the finish lined in white chalk. The runners behind him staggered to get over the new obstical some were quick enough to leap over the fatass while others merely ran around him. Either way, a sense of satisfactory swelled in Piers' chest.
Piers stopped past the finish line, balancing himself on his bent knees. Panting as some of the students were helping the fallen student. Finn just quickly sprinted around him, biting back his lower lip to keep from laughing. Piers fought a smile, so focused on the other runner that he didn't notice someone sneak up on him.

"I saw what you did there..~" Piers jerked towards the soft, smiling voice. It was the blonde who was staring at him, expression similar to Linda's when she caught Piers doing something he shouldn't have done in the first place.
Piers dropped his gaze and prepaired himself for a scolding but instead felt a pat on his back. This was enough for Piers to lift his unbelieved eyes to the small blonde girl.

"Good job, Hero boy..~" There was a grin on her lips then. "By the way, the name is Sherry~.."

Words are amunition, loaded, cocked and ready to be fired. The impact of a gun is no different from the nasty words fired off from the mouth. This is debatable though.. A bullet and words cause two different pains.. A flesh wound and a mental one.. One bleeds but the other.. The other bleeds a whole different way. Piers always reasoned, words are words and sticks and stones are the only things that break your bones. But he'd be a hypocrate if he has ever said that words hadn't hurt him before. But it's what you do with that emptyness it tears in you is what counts..

Jimmy Caliway, a student that was on the frontline news paper for shooting up an entire school, killing three teachers and twenty-five students had a history record of being tormented and bullied.. Piers saw no excuse to shoot up an entire school over something so petty.. But his opinions were totally different on subjects such as those.. And the miitary lifestyle changes a person's perspective on how one lives their lives..

Gregory Cliff was another victum of torment, hung himself in his bedroom. A terrible way to go if Piers thought of any.. That stood right next to freezing to death, but at least you die in a sleepy, numb state and not kicking for your life as the fear dragged you it out of your body..
But again, totally debatable..

Piers hated when the stronger picked on the weak, he had sworn he'd never be that weak one but be the strong who shielded the weak. He'd be that someone.. He told himself this when he first witnessed bullying in kinnergarden but did nothing out of fear.. His father told him that everyone needs a hero..

"But I don't have a cape.." Piers was so young and naive, but his father only chuckled as he ruffled his hair.

"Sometimes, it's not the cape that makes a hero great.."
Piers didn't understand it at the time, what five year old would? But now, he understood.. There was no such thing as heros in capes, but every day people in fireproof suits or in bullet proof vests armed with a pistol and a badge.. Those who kiss their crosses made of metal before charging out into a frontline showered with bullets.. And this is what Piers wanted..

The swell of students began draining out, as Piers had suspected, this was when he decided to go to his locker to avoid being trampled on. It was obvious Piers wasn't a people person to begin with. So naturally, he wanted to avoid people as often as he could. But it was beginning to be increasingly obvious it was hard to do that. Just as Piers staggered in the direction of his locker, he heard a two voices having a hushed conversation.

Piers wasn't intending to listen.. that is until he heard Chris Redfield's voice being one of the two. He made sure he wasn't seen or heard when he took cover behind the wall that crossed off the snack area. He didn't dare look, but he was sure it was Chris.. A shuffling of footsteps made their way towards the wall of lockers.

"Ada.. Please, don't do this now.." Chris' voice sounded pleading, almost tired with a hint of aggitation. Piers did his best to swallow his breath. The girl, Ada snorted despite this.

"You have to have a little more faith in me, Chris.. Otherwise this isn't going to work out.." Her voice was stern..

"Give me a reason to trust you, you bounce around from guy to guy.." There was a pause in Chris' words and a pause between them.
Piers dared a glance from his hiding position. Chris back was to him, luckily, and Ada had turned, angerly pacing away, despite Chris trying to call after her, regret in his tone. It was the girl in his locker..

"Ada, wait. I wasn't thinki-.. Ada.." Chris sucked in a breath and that was when Piers decided to slip in, as casually as he could. "Alright, cool.. Seeya after school.."

"Girl problems?" Piers didn't bother to hide the snarkiness in his voice as he twsted his locker knob. It was Chris' turn to jump this time around. And Piers couldn't resist. "Oh.. I didn't mean to scare you..~"

Chris smirked suddently, taking the hint as he folded his strong arms over his chest.

"Startled.." He corrected with a slow smile, taking Piers' line. Piers didn't blame him much considering he had took his as well, fair trade.. "How much of that did you hear exactly?"

"Enough to want to gag.." Piers murmured, shoving onto the door of his locker as Chris had showed him. And for once, Chris' aloofness had snapped, was this what Piers really wanted?

"Y'know, it's okay to have a girlfriend.." Chris answered sharply. "We aren't in forth grade anymore, grow up.."

"So, why are you with her?" Why was he having this conversation? He barely knew Chris let alone liked him. "If she supposably bounces from guy to guy?"

Piers waited for an answer as he swung his locker door open, but Chris didn't supply him with one. Instead, he worked on his own locker door the actions in his movement suggested anger and irrtation.. But Piers figured better..I knew it..

"Typical.." Piers snorted without even thinking to stop himself. And Chris got the implication in that retort.. What Piers suggested passive agressivly.

Piers expected a slug to the jaw, he was getting ready for it, instead, Piers was suprised by a smile when Piers looked over his shoulder at the larger male. Why was he even trying to piss the guy off was beyond Piers.

"You know, just because I throw a football around doesn't make me typical.. There is more to me than you know.." Chris jerked his locker door open. "Maybe I want something more than sex.."

"Well you picked the wrong girl, she obviously wants the "D".." Piers mumbled as he pretended the orginize his almost empty locker. Why was he giving himself an exuse to stay longer to talk to this guy?

"And you could do better?" Piers didn't hear any more movement to his side, and realized that Chris had stopped everything to stare at him.. Expectantly.. Piers finally grabbed his History book.

"Maybe..~"

"You don't like me very much, do you?"

"Oh, gee.. What gave it away?" More sarcasem.

"Lucky guess.. But why?"

Piers bit on his tongue, he didn't expect the man to be so... So straightforward. Then again, he expected a punch in the face..

"Because, the day I've spent at this school is, I noticed how typical it is.. the strong pick on the weak.." Piers spilled what's been on his mind all day, without thinking. "I witnessed it, and you can't stand there and tell me you are all innocent.."

Piers was now lookng at Chris now, and without realizing it, he was tracing the man's strong features before settling on his deep hazel brown eyes, the anger was completely gone.. And Piers couldn't exactly pinpoint what was. Then a soft smile tipped in his lips, and Piers was really confused, was he not taking things seriously?

"I just may suprise you.." He softly answered, and once again, quick witted Piers is out clean of words..