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Chapter 1 Of Pizza and Powers
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In the year 2772, the Loonatics are considered the finest and most respected group of superheroes in the world. However, this story isn't even centered on them. In fact this story doesn't even start off in the city of Acmetropolis. This story starts out in the town of Raven Valley. For in this town there is a school, Tower Central School to be précis, and in this school, like most others, is a cafeteria where eight friends meet as part of a daily routine on a seemingly normal day.
A young, green and black coyote sat at a long, rectangular table while he wrote in a black binder. He seemed to be completely engulfed in his work and ignoring the loud talking that came from the other students.
The only time his attention was drawn away from his work was when he caught sight of two human boys approaching the table.
One had long, shaggy blond hair with light blue eyes. The other had short, slightly messy brown hair and had the same eyes as the first.
The blond smiled as they approached the table. The brunette, however, only stared disgustedly at his tray of food.
"Hi, Slick," the blond greeted him as he took a set across from the coyote.
"Hello, Puff," the coyote, Slick, responded, "What's wrong with Juice Box?"
Both of them looked at the bitter looking brunette who was still standing.
Juice Box, as he was called, finally looked up from his tray, "I'm upset about his damn cafeteria food! I want real pizza, not this crap you can buy with food stamps!"
And with that vent of anger, he slammed his tray with the questionable meal down on the table and took a seat next to Puff.
Puff quickly looked down at his own food and then looked back at his human friend sympathetically.
"What can you expect, dude? Our whole school runs on coupons."
"Well," Slick interjected, "I'll agree that our school has a low budget, but honestly Juice Box, I don't see why you never just bring your lunch from home."
Juice Box narrowed his eyes at Slick.
"I don't get why you keep complaining. Today is the last day of school, so you could stuff yourself with pizza for the rest of summer vacation if you wanted."
The group of three looked to see a black and orange duck and a black and purple tasmanian devil approaching the table.
As the two sat down at the table, Juice Box redirected his glare toward the duck and/or the source of the previous comment.
"Shut-up, Double D,"
"Nice to see you, too," the duck, Double D, replied.
The tasmanian devil looked from Slick to Puff to Juice Box.
"Pizza topic, again," he muttered.
"Yes," Slick and Puff said in unison.
"C'mon, Spaz, you have to agree with me," Juice Box pleaded.
Spaz, the tasmanian devil, only shrugged, Double D rolled his eyes, and Slick scribbled something in his binder before he looked at Juice Box again.
"I think you just may be making too big a deal out of this."
Puff nodded in agreement as he took a gulp of chocolate milk. Juice Box stared at the other four with a shocked expression.
"You guys just don't understand. It's the principle of the thing."
"What the hell do you know about principles?"
Juice Box spun around and came face to face with a yellow and black rabbit standing directly behind him.
He let out a small scream of surprise and, after he took a few deep breaths to calm down, he stared threateningly at the rabbit. The rabbit only smirked along with the pink and black rabbit and the red and black roadrunner that stood by his side.
"Damn you, Blade! Why the hell are you always sneaking up on people?!," snarled Juice Box.
The male rabbit, Blade, that stood before him only shrugged and took a seat at the table. He was followed by the female, pink rabbit, Blast, and the roadrunner, Race.
Juice Box continued to stare at Blade.
"What do you mean I don't know nothin' about principles," he asked after about five seconds of solid staring.
Blade looked at him before answering.
"Well, c'mon, you're not what I'll call an honest moralist."
"Oh," Juice Box folded his arms insulted, "so I try to fight the system to make this school a better place and you guys start calling me a bad guy."
"Well, Juice," Race started," we don't want to hurt your feelings, but, you have to admit, that we have had this conversation before."
"Yeah," Double D added, "and it's not just the pizza you complain about, either."
Blast started to smirk wildly.
She asked, "Do you guys remember the time he thought the chicken nuggets were made from sponges?"
The others started to laugh at the memoirs, while Juice Box just stared around the group with a completely horror fid look on his face.
"What," he exclaimed, "you guys know they were! I mean, they tasted like they tasted like a sponge."
Blast stopped laughing and looked at him sternly.
"Have you ever tasted a real sponge?" she asked.
"No"
"Then how would you know what one tasted like?"
"Well…….."
"Hey guys," Puff called everyone's attention to himself.
The others looked at him while he pointed toward the cafeteria entrance. There being, a group of ten adolescent boys. Most of them were tall and dressed in white with a gold or silver chain around their necks.
The group seemed to be centered on one boy in particular. Instead of white, he wore a red T-shirt with multiple gold chains.
He gazed around the cafeteria, which seemed to have grown completely silent with his entrance. His stare was cold but humorous, almost as if he had a really funny joke in mind but he knew that the other students would never get it in a million years. With a nod of his head, the other boys moved into new positions. Two stared by the doors to block the main exit, while the others, led by the boy in red, made a bee-line to one of the tables in the mid-section of the cafeteria.
The boy in red stopped in front of the table and gave another cold stare at the six younger kids that occupied it. All of the sat perfectly still with a deer-in-the-headlights looked on their faces.
While the other seven formed a semi-circle behind their leader, he placed his right arm on the table, purposely knocking over someone's milk carton in the process, and used it for balance as he leaned in closer to his victims.
While he was giving a lecture on the benefits of handing over all money and valuables to him, Puff broke the silence at his own table.
"Looks like ol' Tony is back to his tricks, again," Puff said this without breaking his stare on the boy in the red shirt, "he has to be the biggest creep on Earth, Mars, and Pluto."
"Yeah," Juice Box added, "and it's good thing we're all smart enough to stay away from him, right guys?"
Juice Box laughed nervously as he and Puff turned to looked at their friends.
"Guys?!" Juice Box repeated hysterically.
He had stopped laughing went he turned to see that him and Puff were the only ones left at the table. The two turned back to their original positions to see that the anthros were moving directly toward Tony's gang.
Juice Box and Puff jumped out of their seats and made a mad dash to catch up with the group of anthros.
The white shirted gang members turned to face them as they came closer. Tony was the last to turn a round.
"Well, well, well," he said looking at each one of the newcomers and finally stopping on Blade, "I didn't know the circus was in town. Someone better tell them that their sideshows escaped."
The boys in white chuckled at their leader's remark. Blade and his friends, however, remained silent.
"Why don't you mess with someone closer to your size?" Blade, whom was shorter than Tony, sternly asked.
"Where's the fun in that? Besides who's gonna stop me?"
"Us"
"Oh really," Tony snorted, "what can you do?"
"This"
That was Tony's last warning. He watched in horror while some of his gang members just turned and fled.
Blade's eyes were glowing crimson red. He didn't aim his laser vision directly at Tony, but instead at the double fudge brownie on the table next to him. With the help of the laser vision, the brownie exploded and covered Tony with a fine layer of brownie, icing, and chocolate chips.
Tony, panicking and unable to open his eyes due to the frosting, then slipped in the milk he had previously spilt and ended up flat on his back on the floor.
The entire cafeteria burst into laughter as Tony, thier tormentor, struggled to get up.
Once Tony was standing, and regained his sight, he stared furiously at Blade.
"You little prick!" he snarled.
Tony turned around and picked up a large plate of spaghetti and threw it at Blade.
Blade dodged it, giving Blast a chance to brain blast, as Lexi Bunny would call it, the projectile of noodles and meat balls.
The impact resulted in a shower of shredded noodles and tomato sauce covering three remaining gang members as well as Tony.
No sooner had the noodles landed that someone called out the battle cry that had been passed down from generation of school kids to generation.
"FOOD FIGHT!"
But while new battles were just starting, the previous one still raged on.
"Guys, we have company!" Puff shouted.
Tony smiled as he saw three more boys with white shirts enter the cafeteria.
"I've got them," Race called out.
It took no more than a minute for Race to use his super speed to run to the condiments' table and return with a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of mustard. He ran in a circle around the three and squirted the bottles' cantinas at their feet. The three almost instantly slipped and fell on top of each other in the yellow and red puddle.
While they were on the ground, Blade jumped on a near by table.
"Spaz," he yelled as he threw several baked potatoes in the Tasmanian devil's direction.
Spaz, already knowing what Blade had in mind, started to spin and formed a small tornado. The potatoes were set into this tornado and then, after being directed by Spaz, flew out and hit the three on the ground.
Unfortunately, yet another wave of gang members had entered the room. Race flew into action with his ketchup and mustard in hand, but he slipped in that infamous pool of milk causing him to crash into Blast and then Puff.
The three lay in a tangled pile on the floor.
Blast opened her eyes to see Tony approaching with a devilish grin on his face.
"If I'm going to have my revenge, I might as well start on you three." he said.
"Leave them alone!"
Tony turned to see Slick behind him. Slick had a green glow all around his hands. He started to use his magnetic pulse to hurl the metal lunch trays at him.
"Oww..," he yelled as one hit his stomach, "Stop it, you stupid mutt!"
Mean while, as for the most recently arrived gang bangers, Double D was going a fine job at holding them off with his eggs, as Danger Duck usually called his power orbs, filled with orange juice.
The fight continued like this. Blade and Blast used their powers to stop incoming food. Spaz would use his tornados to redirect food at the gang members, as well as occasionally eating some. Race was almost every where at once with his trusty condiment bottles. Slick threw trays and would use them to help shield his friends. Double D threw eggs filled with orange juice, ranch dressing, and hot sauce. Puff and Juice Box helped too, while they didn't have any powers, they would throw whatever they could get their hands on and warned the others when they were in danger of an ambush.
The only thing that finally stopped the food fight was when the bell that announced the end of the period let out a loud, "Bring."
Every one in that cafeteria stopped what they were doing. Many dropped the food held in their hands that was ready to throw. Every one then grabbed their belongings and made a dash for the exit as if avoiding any and all teachers would be the equivalent to winning Olympic gold in this race.
In one of the outside hallways, the group of friends walked together to their final class of the day.
"Sooo..," Juice Box finally asked Blade, "what ever happened to that 'keep your powers a secret rule'?"
Blade looked at his friends around him, smirked, and said, "C'mon, did you really think that one would last long?"
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Sorry if this isn't what you expected. I'm sure your heads are swarming with questions now. Basically, all the stuff mentioned in the prologue will affect my new characters who will affect the Loonatics. The Loonitics themselves will make a physical appearance in Chapter. 3. Any other questions, just ask in the reviews and I'll answer in the commentary in the next chapter. I should probably also apologize for the fact that half this chapter is someone complaining about cafeteria food.
