CHAPTER THREE: WINDSURFING
"All right. I'm Xaldin, and I'm going to teach you fools how to windsurf."
The Organization's Number III paced around his group of 'students', all eager to learn how to windsurf. "This should be Demyx's job. It's a bloody water sport." He muttered under his breath. Xaldin sighed, and then continued with his introduction on windsurfing.
"Windsurfing is a surface water sport using a windsurf board, also commonly called a sailboard, usually two to five meters long and powered by a single sail. The rig is connected to the board by a free-rotating flexible joint called the Universal. Unlike a rudder-steered sailboat, a windsurfer is steered by the tilting and rotating of the mast and sail as well as tilting and carving the—"
"Wikipedia?"
Xaldin twitched. "Yes, how did you know?"
"Well, having done heaps of helpful internet research, it is beneficial to my mind that I also research on this wonderful sport before coming for class." The boy who spoke wore thick, circular glasses, and had a sprinkling of freckles and a pair of buck teeth. Xaldin cringed.
"Whatever. Don't act smart. I've already had enough of Vexen…"
"Who's Vexen?" The boy asked.
"None of your business. Now, enough with the introduction. Get your stupid windsurf boards and go windsurf. I'll be watching you."
As the students got onto their boards, one of them paused.
"Dude, what's with your hair?"
Xaldin twitched again, before shooting the kid a full death glare.
"There is nothing wrong with my hair."
"Yes there is."
"No there is NOT!" Xaldin screamed, before summoning his six lances. A great gust of wind begun to blow at full force, causing all the windsurfers to get violently blown out to sea. The waves rose slammed into the tiny windsurf boards, as the people clinging onto them screamed. "Oh my gosh! He can control wind! He's a mutant! He's part of the X-Men!" The others begun to scream, as Xaldin smirked evilly and continued his assault. He was just about to throw one of his lances at the loud-mouthed punk, when a voice interrupted him.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Oh no. It was his boss. Xaldin immediately stopped the wind, and several windsurfers fell into the sea, physically and emotionally exhausted. Several lifeguards jumped in to save them. But Xaldin wasn't paying attention.
"Well sir, it was nothing. Just a freak storm." Xaldin lied, bidding his lances to vanish.
"Freak storm?! This is insolence! No one will sign up for my courses like this! You're fired!"
Number III stared blankly at his boss, before shrugging and summoning a blast of wind, knocking the man into the sea. "Suit yourself. I've got better things to do."
And with that, Xaldin summoned a dark portal and vanished within its depths.
A/N: My mind went blank with Xaldin, so sorry if it wasn't as good as the last chapter R&R please! –pokes review button- Vexen's up next!