Tyson's POV
I waited for what felt like ages for Michael to do what he intended, noticing that he seemed to be savouring my helplessness.
"Goodbye," he whispered, about to bring down his fist, when a flail of emerald green energy smashed into his chest. While Michael staggered back from the hit, a blur of silver rammed into his chest, knocking him into a tree.
"Great timing," I mumbled as Stephen helped me stand.
"It was Sean's idea. We should have warned you, Michael attacks any boy he sees with Miranda, except Jason and Sam," Stephen explained. I nodded a little in understanding, watching as Michael lifted himself from the tree.
"Annoying parasites," Michael muttered, air rippling around his fist.
"Bring it. This parasite has one heck of a bite," Sean challenged, standing ready to deliver a powerful punch. As Michael charged, launching his fist forward, Sean did the same, their fists colliding, creating a massive burst of air, knocking Stephen and I flat on our backs. Sean and Michael were still standing, trying to push each other back.
"Whoa, that's powerful," I gasped, pushing myself up off the ground.
"Michael can fire bursts of increased gravity that either knocks you flying or pins you to the ground. He also has vampire speed and strength," Stephen explained, slowly getting up, emerald energy forming in his hands.
I watched as air rippled around Michael's free hand as he readied a punch at Sean's gut. Sean didn't notice, but Stephen and I did. Seeing an opportunity for payback, I dashed at a tree, landing on the trunk feet first, crouching ready to leap off. Using only a second to aim myself, I burst forward, moving like a cruise missile towards Michael.
Sean saw what I was doing before Michael, dodging back as I crashed into his chest. The air was still rippling around his hand, but as he fired it at me, I rolled out of the way as Stephen moved in, swinging his energy flail upwards. While Michael staggered back, an orb of green energy formed in Stephen's free hand.
I dived away and covered my ears when Stephen closed his hand around the green orb, emitting a deafening sonic blast at Michael and sending him flying.
"Well, that was fun. Where's Miranda?" I asked, my hands lightly glowing in case Michael returned.
"I don't know. She was here when we arrived, but when I attacked Michael, she just disappeared," Sean muttered. Stephen stayed quiet, looking at a patch of ground where the distinctive boot-print of Miranda's boots was imprinted on the grass.
"Someone snuck up behind her and grabbed her. Someone big and strong," he mumbled, looking over at Sean.
"Vincent. That son of a gun," Sean sighed, folding his arms.
"Who's Vincent? Aside from being bad news," I questioned.
"He's the closest thing to a villain that goes to this school. Michael's just mad in the head, but Vincent, he has something against Miranda and people who consider her a friend," Stephen explained, letting out a sigh afterwards.
"Namely us. Well, maybe we should find her..." I started to say, but a movement in the trees caught our attention. Whoever it was tried to run, but running from a speedster rarely works.
"Oh crap, I'm surrounded. Whatever will I do to these witch associates," the large, strong built boy sighed dramatically. He had short spiky dark brown hair, a black leather jacket and combat boots and faded blue jeans and shirt.
"Cut the drama Vinnie. Where's Miranda?" Stephen muttered, an energy flail in each hand. Sean's body was completely silver, and my hands were glowing pale blue.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Vincent laughed, just daring us to attack. Before we could, a clawed fist of black and purple energy punched him in the mouth before grabbing him by the throat, pinning him to a tree.
"Spare us the clichés. Now where is she?" Rachel asked, her body blocking out the sun, making her look like the angel of death as she hovered there.
"Fine, she's in a very dark place. Care to join her? Boys!" Vincent yelled, several boys of a similar size and outfit appearing from the trees as Vincent grabbed the clawed hand, using it to swing Rachel down to earth.
"Aw crap," the four of us muttered, preparing for one heck of a fight.
Miranda's POV
My head hurt as I drifted back into consciousness. The first thing I noticed was that I was lying on a tiled floor. The second was that it was pitch black. And third, my arms had been tied behind my back.
"Great. Vincent decided to remind me why I want to kill him slowly and painfully," I muttered, slowly trying to get to my feet.
"Might as well be blindfolded for all it matters. How did they find a room this dark," I mentally groaned. I knew I wasn't blindfolded by the hair I felt touch my eyes as I blinked, so I squinted in the darkness, trying to find a door since a room this dark couldn't possibly have a window.
"Crap. Not even a small crack of light? How am I supposed to get out of here now," I sighed, closing my eyes. My powers are almost useless when I'm bound by anything, but they do have a useful trick. I can use any shadows around me to find someone to help me out of this mess.
"Come on, find someone!" I mentally yelled in frustration. I was about to literally scream in frustration when a mental voice spoke out.
"Miranda? What happened? Why are you in my head?" Allie asked, completely confused.
"I'm trapped in some really dark room with my arms tied up. I think Vincent probably left a guard or two this time," I explained.
"On my way. Just follow the shadows," Allie replied. She means that the closer she gets to me, the stronger the shadows connect to her mind. No sooner had she replied than a door opened in front of me. Sure enough, Vincent had left a guard.
"Come here witch," he spat, moving towards me. I backed away, getting into as good a combat stance as possible. He lunged at me, but I easily dodged to the side, letting him crash into the wall. He quickly got up, but was unable to dodge or block the roundhouse kick I landed on his chest. He fell to the ground, coughing for breath. I would have knocked him out, but a second goon got behind me and wrapped an arm around my throat.
"Stupid witch," the guy spat, tightening his hold while I struggled for breath. As much as I struggled, I only deprived my body of more oxygen, yet I couldn't stop my legs thrashing, the guy holding me a few inches above the ground.
"Put her down!" someone yelled. The guy swung round, met by an emerald green energy bolt to the face. I fell on my knees, coughing for breath as I looked up at Allie, her hands and eyes glowing with green fury. Under enough anger, she could punch through concrete or shoot lasers like Cody could from her eyes.
"Why you little..." the first goon yelled, interrupted by beams of blazing green shot from Allie's eyes, sending the idiot crashing into the wall. The second goon got up and charged at Allie, but was met by an angry green-glowing uppercut and sent crashing into the ceiling before crashing to the floor, unconscious.
"Whoa," I gasped. I knew what Allie could do but...seeing it is a different matter. The green glow faded from her eyes as she checked I was okay, using her green energy to burn my bonds.
"Thanks," I whispered, rubbing some feeling back into my wrists. We quickly ran out of the room, heading back outside, where we found Tyson, Stephen, Sean and Rachel fighting Vincent and his gang.
Tyson's POV
Who'd have thought these guys were so hard to bring down. Sean was dealing with Vincent himself while Stephen smashed his flail into anyone who attacked him. Rachel was using her mastered telekinesis to throw anything, including the gang members themselves, as well as create claws and spears. I was fighting four guys at once, using my speed to move between each one easily.
It had started out well, but the four of us were tiring. I was slowing down, barely dodging attacks, when black tendrils formed a fist and punched one guy in the face. I looked as Miranda suddenly appeared, black tendrils swirling around her arms.
"Time for some payback," I heard her whisper, watching as she struck out like a girl possessed, tendrils attacking one guy while she focused on another, punching and kicking with incredible speed. I was so focused on watching her that I almost took a punch to the face. Returning my attention to the fight, I mustered up as much energy as I could so I could use the quick-strike.
I felt something I could only describe as primal run down my limbs, empowering me. People who've seen me do this have said my eyes turn gold, but I've never made certain. Letting out a battle cry, I struck, attacking too fast for the human eye to see, appearing to stand still as the goons in front of me took one heck of a beating.
I slowed down when these guys started to run, I watched as Allie, her eyes a bright gold underneath their blazing green glow, threw one of the gang members into a small group of them, knocking them all out.
"Puny ant," I heard Vincent growl as he threw Sean away. Sean simply twisted in mid-air and landed on his feet. He looked about ready to charge at Vincent again, but Rachel beat him to is, black and purple energy swirling around her hand like a drill. She ran at Vincent, the drill slamming into his chest and, while not skewering him, knocked him flying.
"Let's get out of here before they get back up!" Stephen shouted. Allie and Rachel took to the skies while the rest of us ran towards the sports fields.
3rd person POV
Alma Wade very rarely interacted with anyone unless she had too. She preferred her solitude over the chaos of social interactions. That was why she was wondering down a dim corridor, heading back to her room. However, an open door caught her attention.
"Alma..." a low, deep whisper echoed in her mind as she looked into the room. Two of Vincent's gang members lay unconscious. She blinked, then looked to the floor to see a stairway.
"That wasn't there before," she mumbled, feeling something pull her down the stairs, something dark and inviting. At the bottom of the stairs, she found a large gem, half of it black as the darkest night, the other half glowing like magma.
She reached out, more and more whispers echoing in her head. The instant her hand touched the gem, black shadows enshrouded her, giving her strength she'd never imagined she'd possess. Looking at her reflection in the gem, her pale yellow eyes now glowing a demonic orange as creatures of pure darkness ran past her, seeking to enjoy their new freedom.
"Enjoy it my children. Soon, this world will be ours," she thought, her mental words spoken by her mental voice and that of the whisper.