Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the theme. This is an xover with Zoom's Academy for Superheroes. Cole Angelheart belongs to DREAMCOLE.
Will Vandom stared goofy-eyed at the huddle group on the football field. From her seat in the belchers, she could spot her crush's long, dark brown hair protruding out of his football helmet.
A small spark crackled through her red hair. Will brushed her bangs out of her face and watched as the huddle broke up, and the team got into position.
"Red 20!" her crush, Cole Angelheart, shouted through his mouth guard. "62! Blue 51! Hut, hut!"
The cheerleaders cheered on as Cole swiped the ball and tossed it to his teammate.
The opponents charged forward, slamming into everyone that got into their way. One jerk jumped up and tackled Cole to the ground.
Pop! Everyone paused and watched with great fascination as one of the headlights burned out loudly.
Pop! Pop! More headlights went out.
Will jerked her head just as all the lights suddenly made an ear-popping sounding, and the arena was shrouded in darkness.
Will groaned softly to herself and mumbled, "Not again."
Irma Lair's feet hit the pavement, her sneakers slapping the concrete. The music from her iPod blasted into her ears, muffling all other noises
Pumping her arms and legs in rhythmic pace, Irma jogged down the sidewalk.
Then, strangely enough, Irma felt like her feet were splashing into water. Irma stopped and pulled out her headphones.
Cautiously, she looked up at the sky. There wasn't a cloud up there, so raining didn't seem to be the option.
Then she looked behind her. Foot-size puddles were on the pavement, leading from the direction Irma came.
She looked at her feet.
From knee down, water dripped down and the soles and heels of her feet looked like solid water. Or rather, liquid water.
Irma grimaced.
Taranee glowered at her Bosun burner. Her dark eyebrows began to twitch, and the frown on her face deepened as she played with the knob, wishing it to turn on.
Taranee muttered a curse word under her breath. Her eyes flashed like fire, and within seconds of the flash, the burner mirrored her eyes, bursting into flames.
Taranee jerked back, nearly falling off her chair.
"Careful. You'll burn your nose off otherwise," warned her teacher who had happened to be walking by.
Taranee nodded, too stunned to respond.
Cornelia walked up to the lunch line, reaching out for a lunch tray . . . when a cheerleader bumped her arm aside and took the tray. "Oh, sorry, loser," the girl sneered, followed by her other peeps, both whom also seemed to have a distaste towards Cornelia. One of them even growled, "Freak," to her ear.
Temperature rising, Cornelia glowered at the meat sauce pasta that laid out, ready to take. In her mind, she imagined, no, wished that that sauce would just catapult into those slumballs' faces.
And just as the saying goes, "Be careful of what you wish for," Cornelia soon realized how right the saying was.
The sauce began to boil and turn, specks of it dotting the counter. The three cheerleaders ceased their chatter and looked, perplexed, at the sauce. Before another word could be said, however, the sauce exploded, sending brown chunks everywhere.
Cornelia ducked, covering her precious face with her hands. The cheerleaders screamed, hissing and bellowing and whining and cursing all the way.
It was then when the exploding sauce ceased, and Cornelia slowly look up, smiling at the now messy girls.
Whatever happened, Cornelia didn't mind it. She was actually rather glad.
Hay Lin rested her head on her desk, snoring softly as the teacher up in front drilled on and on and on about Einstein's mathematical genius.
Genius my butt, she thought sourly as the teacher droned on.
"Miss Lin?" he said, tapping his pointer on the desk.
Hay Lin lifted her head off the desk and grunted, "Hmm?"
"Since I obviously am boring you," he continued, "why don't you solve Einstein's equation for us?"
Hay Lin's face broke into a snobby smirk, and she replied, "Einstein can solve his own problem."
The class giggled and snickered around her, but the teacher cleared his throat loudly and said, "To the board, Miss Lin."
Hay Lin slipped out of her chair and casually walked up to the board she took the piece of chalk.
She began to write on the board, kids giggling and whispering in the background. Then, suddenly, the giggling stopped. No one was talking.
Hay Lin glanced over her shoulder, and in a sudden fate of chance, she looked into the mirror that was placed at the back of the room. Only there wasn't anything to look into. No one, except a floating piece of chalk, was there.
Slowly, Hay Lin reappeared, and she gave everyone a nervous smile.
Slowly, everything began to reconnect.
Yan Lin shook the fuzziness out of her head and looked up.
"Oh, no," she moaned.
"Afternoon, Captain Ace," Dr. Grant chirped. "Welcome back to the Zenith Project."
"No, no, no!" Yan Lin said. She sat herself up and stood on whobbly legs. "Not welcome back! I told you clowns before, I quit. And quit calling me Ace! I hung up my cape long ago."
"But, Ace," a man said, "you were apart of the Zenith team! You're legendary!"
"Who is this?" Yan Lin demanded, jabbing her thumb in the direction of the man.
"That's Dr. Stag," Dr. Grant said, smiling. "He's helping us with our new Zenith team. And you're here," he handed Yan Lin a clipboard, "to help select the new team."
"No, I'm not." Yan Lin tossed the clipboard over her shoulder. "I said I quit. You can zap the kids for all I care, but I'm not going to be a part of it."
"B-but, Captain Ace!" Dr. Stag stuttered. "You're our only hope. She's coming back."
Yan Lin stopped and turned to face the man. "Who are you, and what do you mean, 'she's coming back?'"
The man and the doctor glanced at each other, looking slightly reluctant to share the information.
Finally, the man said, "Well, you know who."
Yan Lin shook her head firmly and set her jaw into a stern line. "No, I don't. Tell me now, or I'm going to blow this joint."
"It's Tsunami," the general snapped, marching in. "She's coming back, in three to four days time."
"What?" Yan Lin took a staggering step back.
"Ace," the man said. "She's coming back for you."
Yan Lin's eyes became as wide as dinner plates. With sweat on her brow, she clapped her hands together and said in a not-so-chirper way, "Well, where are those lucky kids?"