Chapter 2

I walk into the locker room with a sense of readiness. Today, we're playing Bridgeville, our school rivals. I pull on my blue jersey and sit down to wait.

"Hey, Wild Twelve." Says a strong and confident voice. I meet the eyes of our team captain, Stefan. He's about my height but has way lighter skin. He also has short black hair that's neatly combed and brown eyes.

Wild Twelve is just my nickname on the team. I got that name from my abnormally strong speed. Twelve is obvious since that's my jersey number. But wild? It could be replaced by a cooler word, but Wild Twelve stuck with the team.

"Hey, Captain." I reply.

"You ready?"

"Always."

By now, the entire team is just about ready in their uniforms.

Stefan stands up and addresses the team. "Alright, guys. It's Bridgeville, Crest Hill's rival since like, the 70's. We're gonna-"

Stefan cuts off when he looks at the locker next to mine, number thirteen, and realizes someone is missing.

"Where the hell's Patrick?"

Patrick Morrison... my best friend since we were five. He's a just a jokester who gets in trouble like, all the time yet somehow gets away with it. Whether it's graffiti or a prank, Pat's untouchable.

Sighing and rolling my eyes, I volunteer to find him. I exit the locker room and run down the hall to my right. Flying down a flight of stairs, I find Patrick being chastised by Principal Marino.

"Mr. Morrison, I can't believe what you've done. This is the last straw!"

Marino's back is to me so I can see Patrick's face which is completely calm. We make eye contact and he winks.

Patrick is a bit taller than me. He has peach skin and combed up hair that's chestnut brown. He focuses his green eyes on Mario and says smoothly, "You're gonna let me off easy, right? Give me another chance?"

Not even a second later, Mario says, "I'll let you off easy this time, Patrick. Go to your soccer game."

"Thank you, sir." Patrick says.

I'm shocked. I know Patrick always gets in trouble and him not getting huge punishments was always a mystery to me. What did he just do?

"How'd you do that?" I ask him as we run back to the locker room.

"I'm always able to talk my way out of things, remember?"

Shaking my head, we enter the locker room to see that our Team had gone out onto the field without us.

Pat hurriedly gets his gear on and we rush out the backdoors and down to the fields. The stands are full of spectators which include teachers, students and families of team members. Of course, my parents aren't there... the clouds above us swirl around heralding a rain storm.

Making it just in time, we take our positions. I'm Striker and Pat's Sweeper.

Stefan stands next to me with the ball at his feet. He's staring daggers into our opponents who are wearing white. As the rain starts to pick up, the whistle blows and we're off.

～ 十 ~ 二 ～

The score is 3-3 with 5 minutes left on the over time clock. Stefan fakes out a mid-fielder and goes to the left. He's tearing down the field with me behind him.

"Back track!" I yell. He nods without looking at me and hits the ball back with his heel. The other team focuses on me and charge at my feet. I then chip the ball over them and over Stefan's head. Now, it's just him , a defender, and the goalie.

He pulls off a quick spin move and the defender, in confusion, trips himself. Stefan takes a solid shot and hits the back of the net.

Cheering, the two of us hug while the crowd goes wild. However, the game isn't over yet.

Usually, a goal like that would strike fear into the hearts of the other team. Except this time, the opposite happens. As soon as Bridgeville starts the ball, they charge right at us. Stefan steps in the way of their striker and gets pushed over for his trouble.

Our fans let out numerous boos and the other team gets away with it.

The attackers plow past our defense and charge at our goalie, Griffin.

Patrick slide tackles in from the right and deflects the ball, making me sigh in relief. Although the ball goes sailing to the left, another Bridgeville player is waiting and he rockets the ball into our net, tying the game once more.

As our coach calls a timeout to pep talk us, I feel a bloodthirsty chill in the air... I look around the stands and see a man standing in a trench coat wearing a top hat. He's the only one who looks out of place and for some reason, although he's wearing black sunglasses, I feel we're making eye contact... He's watching me.

The whistle blows, snapping my attention back to the game. It's time to end this.

Stefan passes me the ball and I pass it back to our center mid-fielder. With a minute left on the clock, we have to work quickly. The ball is moving around the field by a number of passes and winds up spinning back to Patrick.

Even from the midline, I can see something change in his eyes; something so familiar... he winds up and slams the ball into the air and down the field. It goes over our heads at such a high speed.

On instinct I put all my strength into my legs and take off. That's when it happens. I'm a fast runner, but this is ridiculous!

The guys racing me to get to the ball are moving in slow motion. Shocked, I keep going and manage to take possession. Three defenders are in my path and I easily weave around their slow moving bodies. Time seems to go back to normal as I kick the ball past the goalie winning us the game.

The crowd goes wild and my team swarms me with wet hugs.

That's when mysterious incident number two happens. The clouds erupt in a furious thunderstorm. The wind picks up and howls like an animal the grey skies explode with blue lightning.

I don't know why, but my eyes focus on the trench coat man who's just as frightened as the rest of the crowd. As the storm gets worse, I feel light headed. Patrick immediately notices and whispers, "What's wrong, buddy?"

Another flash illuminates the sky and a blue lightning bolt comes straight down at us. Reacting, I push Patrick and my team mates away from me and take the strike. I yell from the impact, but the pain isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Instead of an electrifying zap, I feel as if someone plunged my body into an ice bath.

I extend my right arm away from everyone and point my middle and index fingers at the scoreboard.

The lightning travels through my body, still a chilling sensation, and launches out of my finger tips. In a giant explosion, the scoreboard is completely destroyed by the redirected bolt.

Now, overly exhausted, I collapse to the ground. The last thing I see before blacking out is the trench coat man staring at me, then hurrying away...

～ 十 ~ 二 ～

I open my eyes, but I don't know where I am. It's a colorful, the space around me... It's like a calming blue void of nothingness. I listen for a sound and I get ocean tides with fresh wind.

A voice that sounds similar to my own says, "Skye, I've been waiting for you."

I turn around and meet the eyes of a boy I don't know, yet is familiar. He's always been in my mind but only when I dreamed. I never thought we'd meet face to face. It's like seeing a ghost, or an old friend you haven't talked to in years.

Without thinking, I say, "Sora."

A/N: Chapter 2 ends there! Why wait till now, Sora? What're you gonna tell Skye? Find out next time!

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Later Days!