Miranda's POV
I had been fast asleep for a few minutes when I heard the noise. It sounded like something was going on outside, and I don't mean the storm. Allowing tendrils of shadow to slither over my arms, I walked onto the balcony, ready in case it was Michael.
Instead, I noticed a light in the sky, moving away from the school. It looked like a jet fighter, but there's no way a jet fighter would fly beneath the clouds during a storm. In fact, I could see that the light had been moving in an arch, taking off from one of the balconies. Looking to the balcony next door, I noticed Ashley before she disappeared inside.
"Something doesn't feel right," I whispered to myself, heading back inside and deciding to sleep on that idea.
Next morning-Tyson's POV
I woke up to a surprisingly quiet morning. Guess Stephen must have given Ashley the top bunk. Looking around the room, I saw Kyle, still curled up on his pillow in cat form, Sean still fast asleep and Cody sitting wide awake.
"When did you get up?" I asked, eying him suspiciously. As much as he was acting innocent, being around Kyle and Rachel for a while would mean that, being a prankster, he could hide it when he pulled a prank on someone.
"About an hour ago," he shrugged.
"What did you do?" I asked, getting ready to get him if he pulled anything on me.
"Why is it when I'm up before everyone, they assume I've done something?" he asked.
"Amy warned me you were a prankster for a reason. I'm not taking chances," I said, still keeping a wary eye on him.
"No, I don't pull pranks on new people until they've settled in. Now, I haven't done anything in this room, but next door..." he muttered. Before I could ask, I could hear three voices, presumably Jack, Aiden and Stephen, yell Cody's name.
"And that's my exit," Cody mumbled, flying out of the room in a heartbeat just as Stephen, his face covered in shaving cream, peaked into the room. Upon seeing the open bedroom door, he raced out, Jack and Aiden (also with shaving cream on their faces), sprinted after him. This awoke a sleeping Kyle and Sean.
"What the..." Sean grumbled before noticing Cody was absent. Kyle, meanwhile, uncurled himself, changed back into human form, shaking his head as he went into the living room.
"Nice thing to wake up to in the morning," I mumbled, just as there was a knock on the door. Getting up, I opened the door to find Miranda standing there, her violet eyes looking down the hallway.
"What in Makuta's name did Cody do now?" she whispered, almost sounding annoyed.
"Pulled a shaving cream prank on Stephen, Jack and Aiden. And what's a Makuta?" I asked.
"It's an ancient figure, supposedly the first shadow elemental. Could you maybe come out here a minute?" she asked, her eyes piercing into mine.
"Uh, okay, sure," I muttered, closing the door behind me. She gestured for me to follow her, leading me to a room I presumed was hers. Feeling more than a little awkward, I followed her inside.
"Did you notice anything strange last night during the storm?" she asked, giving me yet another piercing look.
"Uh, apart from the pirate ship I fought robots on, no," I said, trying not to sound sarcastic.
"Have you noticed anything weird with Ashley?" she questioned, her eyes narrowed.
"I haven't seen her this morning yet. Are you interrogating me?" I asked, wondering why she was asking me these questions.
"I saw Ashley on the balcony last night and something like a jet flying beneath the clouds. Seems a little strange if you ask me," she muttered.
"Okay, so why are we in your room?" I asked. She had been pacing while asking me questions, but this question made her freeze, her violet eyes widening.
"No reason," she mumbled, looking away from me. Shrugging, I turned to leave.
"Actually, can I maybe...spend the day with you? The triplets and Lilith are busy, so I've kinda got nothing to do..." she asked quickly. Surprised, I turned around, looking into those onyx eyes to see them almost pleading with me.
"Um, okay. I'll go and change," I muttered, leaving the room. When I opened the door, I could see Sean sitting on Cody's bed. Cocking an eyebrow, I looked to where he pointed, seeing Cody peeking out from under the bed.
"Hey, can I spend the day with you...if you haven't got any plans?" Cody asked, grinning nervously.
"Sorry, just made plans," I sighed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
"Who with?" Sean asked. He seemed to be wondering how I'd made plans so early in the morning, so I thought for a second before telling him.
"Miranda asked me to spend the day with her," I replied, grinning when Cody, out of sheer shock, banged his head on the bed. "Karma's a witch isn't it?" I asked, kneeling down to look at him.
"Definitely. I'll see if Jackson has plans," he mumbled, crawling out from under the bed and walking heading towards the door.
"You aren't surprised Miranda asked Tyson to spend the day with her?" Sean asked, breaking his stunned silence.
"Come on Sean, she kissed him. Can't you see why she's asking? She likes him," Cody said, chuckling as he opened the door. I swear he jumped a foot in the air when he found Miranda standing there, her obsidian hair doing little to hide her glowing purple eyes.
"And I don't particularly like you. Jealous?" she asked, her voice a monotone, but I swear I saw a small grin threaten to reveal itself.
"No, no, not jealous. I mean not that you're not good looking but..." Cody mumbled, backing away in fear. It was hilarious to watch, even Kyle peeked in to witness this.
"Relax. I won't hurt you. Though I'd look behind you if I were you," Miranda whispered, smirking devilishly. I bet everyone heard Cody gulp as he looked behind him, finding three peeved sixteen year olds glaring at him.
"Oh crap," Cody mumbled, flying out of the room with Stephen, Jack and Aiden sprinting after him. We all burst into hysterics as we watched, and by all of us, I'm including the night black clad goth standing in the doorway.
"I'll go and get changed," I said, still laughing as I headed for the bathroom to change.
Miranda's POV
I stood in the doorway, watching the comedy chase scene. I'll admit, it takes a lot to make me laugh, so I'll give Cody credit, he has his moments.
"What a morning," Sean sighed, having calmed down. When he looked back at me, his eyes seemed to widen.
"What?" I questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
"Nothing...it's just you're...smiling?" he mumbled.
"I can smile you know," I retorted, probably still smiling to prove it.
"I know...it's just...I don't think I've ever seen you smile," Sean muttered, backing up a little.
"It's a rare occasion," I shrugged, leaning against the door frame.
"You want to sit down? I'm sure Tyson won't mind," Sean said, pointing, presumably, to Tyson's bed. Feeling a little awkward, I sat down.
"Well...this is awkward," Sean mumbled, giving a nervous grin my way.
"Yeah. I seem to have that effect," I added, looking back out to the hallway. My eyes widened when I spotted Michael walk past, noticing that he glanced into the room.
"Oh no you don't," Sean growled, slamming the door shut before Michael could try anything. He stood against it, holding it closed as a soft boom sounded, followed by silence. Wiping his brow, Sean sat back down just as Tyson walked back in, fully changed.
"What happened?" he asked, seeming confused.
"Nothing," both Sean and I said at the same time, our faces expressionless.
Tyson's POV
"Um, okay. Shall we go?" I asked, noticing Miranda hesitate for a second before getting up. Thinking nothing of it, I led the way out the door. I glanced back to see Sean peek out, glance up and down the hallway, then disappear back inside.
"Seriously, what happened?" I asked, looking down slightly at Miranda.
"Someone must have annoyed Adam and got reminded how he earned his nickname, Shockblast," she whispered as we went outside, greeted by a bright morning sun already drying up the rain. "I really don't like sunlight," I heard Miranda whisper, hissing a little.
"Would you rather be out in last night's storm?" I asked, wincing a little as she punched me, lightly, on the arm.
"Sorry, I just have a quick temper," she apologise.
"No worries," I shrugged as we passed the beach. It was only around eleven in the morning, yet already there were people lying on the beach, playing beach games and swimming. I could also see some debris from that guy's pirate ship littered in places.
"It seems quiet for such a nice day," Miranda whispered, looking ahead of us. Up ahead were the sports grounds, the outdoor pool and the gym. Believe me, I've never known a boarding school to have so many facilities.
"Well, anywhere you want to go?" I questioned.
"The main park I guess," Miranda muttered, already leading the way.
A few minutes later
The main park is pretty big. There are various flower beds, bushes and trees, as well as some swings, a climbing frame and a slide. Sure we may be teenagers, but you'd be a pretty dull person if you didn't act a little childish at times.
"This school is huge! I don't think I've ever heard of another school like it," I said, following Miranda through the trees. I don't know if it was just me, but she seemed a little bit jumpy. Admittedly, there were a few odd leaf rustles and the odd twig cracking, but surely this place had things like cats and birds.
"Me neither. What amazes me is how they sometimes let complete idiots in," she muttered.
"Including one I'm looking at right now," another voice proclaimed. We both turned to find a boy with long dark brown hair, a black knee length jacket, shirt, trousers and boots, glaring at us. And by us, I mean right at me.
"Get lost Michael!" Miranda hissed, black tendrils encircling her arm.
"I'll make you regret your existence," Michael growled at me, ignoring Miranda before charging right at me with unnatural speed. Being a speedster myself, I charged back at him, the two of us grappling with each other, trying to push each other back.
"What have I ever done to you!" I seethed, feeling my feet slip as he pushed.
"You try to defy destiny. I'll show you how impossible it is," Michael growled, knowing he was gaining the upper hand.
"Yeah? Well good luck with that!" I yelled, digging my feet into the ground. Grinning, I began running on the spot, my legs moving like wheels. With a battle yell, I burst forward, ramming Michael forward before he stuck his feet into the ground, flinging me over his shoulder.
As I hurtled towards a tree, I spun so that my feet landed against the trunk, bending into a crouch before lunging forward. Michael turned just as I crashed into his gut, sending us both flying.
"You just can't let it go, can you?" Michael snarled, quickly getting to his feet.
"I'm a speedster. Whether I'm in a race or a fight, I plan to win it," I retorted.
"You think you're fast just because you win races? Please," Michael sighed, appearing to vanish. He was actually moving too fast to see, but like I said earlier, we speedsters have a sixth sense for this kind of thing. I easily dodged backwards as he kicked out, charging forward with my own fist.
He blocked, and soon it became that every attack we made was blocked or countered, neither of us gaining an advantage. At least it was that way until Michael managed to use his strength, punching me in the chest, knocking with wind out of me. He followed through with an uppercut, then kicked me in the gut. I landed hard, looking at him with like a fish out of water, gasping for breath.
"Now meet your end," he muttered, the air rippling around his hands. I looked up as he raised his fist, the air now pulsating around it, and hoped someone would stop him before he did whatever he meant to do.