Hey, everyone! Sorry it took so long to update, but as you can see, I kinda have six stories up now, so at least you can tell what I've been doing.
Also: This is the last chapter where we get to hear from Bastion's point of view. It's not that I don't like the guy, it's just that the POV and past/present tense changes are a BITCH!!! So don't flame me.
Another also: This is for everyone who's telling me not to kill so-and-so: I AM AN AMERICAN 18-YEAR-OLD! THIS WOULD NOT BE A HORROR STORY FOR ME UNLESS SOMEONE DIED, SO LAY OFF!!! I'M NOT FORCING YOU TO READ THIS, DIPSHITS!!!!!!!
(Please don't flame me for that…)
Warnings: See previous chapter warnings.
Chapter 10
--Bastion's POV--
"Rrg… C-come… on… YESSS!!" I cry victoriously as the no-longer-automatic doors finally open wide enough for me to squeeze through. I must admit I'm a bit disappointed with myself for not thinking of this sooner. Every classroom has two doorways, one at the back (top), and one at the front (bottom). This was done so that we students would have it easier getting to classes.
"Or, in my case, getting out of this bloody building," I mutter aloud. Hey, I'm alone, so I can talk to myself if I want, dammit!
"MASTER!" Oops. I forgot about Pikeru… And because she's a product of my mind, she can hear my thoughts…
"Oh! Sorry, love. That came out wrong," I apologize as I walk down the steps to the next door. I purposely ignore the reddish-brown stains splattered across the desks that I pass. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what made them.
This door, thankfully, was not "automatic" like the ones on the second floor, but I distinctly remember that, when the group was still all together, Chazz had checked all the first-floor doors, only to find them all locked. "Stand back, Pikeru dear."
She nods, kneeling on one of the few clean spots on a desk.
Almost everyone at Duel Academy views me as the typical computer nerd. Weak, zero percent fighting ability, only good for thinking (and of course, dueling). That's why I hang out with the people I hang out with. Even Chazz admits that I have brawn to go with the brains. What most people don't know is that my father owns a taijutsu dojo, so I have a black-belt in that particular martial art.
I inhale, closing my eyes, palms raised in front of me. I've never actually tried to rationalize the strange energy that flows through me at this point. All I know is that I gain physical power that I do not possess in my daily life.
"Kiii-YAH!" I yell out. two seconds later, I open my eyes to see the door hitting the floor with a huge, spider web-shaped crack spreading out from the center where I kicked it to the very edges. My foot may be throbbing in pain, but I smile and step through the door anyway.
"Better than a gun any day."
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--Group POV—
"Eeugh, Atticus groaned as the group took a short-cut through the Obelisk Grils' baths.
Greenish-black mold now grew on the walls and tile floors, and every tub/pool in the vast room was now halfway filled with a black, oily-looking substance that smelled like burning rubber. Chazz coughed into his free hand, Alexis and Syrus both held their noses, and Jaden spoke.
"Well, at least we know they don't bathe here…"
Around five seconds later, everyone got the joke and busted out laughing. They really needed that.
That's all for now! Sorry, I know it's short, but I'm mainly going for update speed, here.
So, anyways, until next time, see ya!