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Pink Thunder of PS 118
By Zukone
Chapter 2 Lightning Strikes Twice
Helga stormed into the building in her pink Kendo garb ready for violence. "Alright where's that jerk who hit me on the head yesterday." She walked up to a girl who wore a more normal blue kendo attire. She had a bandage on her head. Helga pointed to her nose.
"You're the one!" She yelled taking a swing. Before her punch could impact, she was pulled back by a bigger hand and stumbled onto the floor.
"Helga that is not the way we do things here." The master instructor chided.
"Yeah yeah yeah I know." Helga said as she got up from the floor, dusted herself off and marched right up to the already shaken girl, "Jane, I hereby challenge you to a duel. Blah blah blah." Helga blabbed then took another swing. Again she was held back.
"Helga!" the instructor reprimanded.
"What day?" the girl asked timidly.
"What day? How about today!"
"Helga, a good martial artist gives themselves and their opponent time to prepare for the spar, Plus I wont let you do it during class time."
"Tomorrow then?" Helga tried.
"Helga." The master scolded.
"Alright, Alright. How about Thursday of next week. At night!"
"Why not Friday morning?"
"Hah, are you kidding. Bad enough I spend Monday through Saturday here." Helga chortled. "I don't plan on wasting any good weekend time on you."
"Alright that's enough. Class is starting." The Master blew the whistle judiciously and everyone got into position immediately, including Helga. They were in four separate rows with lots and were spaced out far apart from each other. The instructor barked out a command and all yelled in agreement "HA" while striking their swords forward. He yelled out again and they all grunted the same swinging their swords to the side.
Helga glared at Jane evilly right before executing the next command.
XXXXX Arnold, wearing his karate outfit, bowed deeply. Once he lifted head, his eyes sharpened and he let out a flurry of attacks. *crack* *crack* the wood sounded before it fell to pieces.
That hadn't been the only practicing he was going to doing. During the week he rigorously trained to catch flies. He both ran and did pull- ups with bricks tied to his feet. He trained under the pressure of a waterfall with slow dancelike moves building his strength.
The days went by and finally it was Thursday.
XXXXX Helga and Phoebe were inside the training gym, "Well wish me luck on the spar today. I'll get to show that Jane what's what.."
"It's so good to see you acting normally vengeful."
"When am I not normally vengeful?"
"When you're abnormally vengeful. Remember last week on Friday. you were acting kinda strange."
Helga's face drew a blank.
"I thought you knew, since you came into class and started acting like your regular self. I just assumed."
"Phoebe," Helga asked panicked, "Tell me exactly what happened?"
"Well, last week you showed up spoke in quite a peculiar fashion addressing Arnold. Then you attacked him with your boken like a samurai or something."
"Oh no." Helga said devastated, "I thought that was just a dream. I gotta talk to Arnold after I get done with this spar." Helga said with great urgency in her voice.
"Why what for? All you did was that, right? I'm sure Arnold calmed you down."
"You don't understand Phoebe. I challenged him to a duel tomorrow morning. I'm sure he's preparing or something. What if I can't reach him?"
"Well that's not a big problem. If worse comes to worst, you'll let him know tomorrow morning."
"Oh yeah." Helga exhaled relieved.
Jane walked in looking a little more confident than previous and trailing right behind her was the Master.
Helga got up and walked over to her corner of the arena. She readied herself and so did Jane
Both, in their respective corners, were ready to start. The master began to read a long list of rules, most of which Helga tuned out. She looked at her prey and cracked her knuckles. "This is a minimal contact spar." The instructor continued, "So you can't do any fancy moves here."
"Then what did I challenge her to a duel for if I can't hurt her?" Helga interrupted.
"Helga, you know that is not the point of Martial Arts."*
"Let's just get on with it." Jane said gaining some confidence and obviously annoyed at Helga.
"Finally, something we agree on." Helga said tensing back into her stance.
They began to spar. Helga attacked and Jane parried quite well. As Helga kept dishing them out, Jane kept blocking or dodging them.
Jane snapped her boken down to avoid a lung and accidentally whacked Helga on the head. Helga fell to the floor.
"Oh I'm so sorry" Jane said rushing to her aid on her heels were Phoebe and the master. They froze before they reached her because Helga had already gotten up. Her shoulders were slumped down as was her head, and her hair covered most of her face. Without looking up, she lazily positioned the boken facing out, pointed it inward and then glided it through the string she used to sheath it.
Jane took a step back, "Not again" she whispered. Jane stumbled and tried to recover quickly.
Helga's face quickened in a moment. She drew the sword and ran forward. "HA!" she yelled as she was about to strike Jane.
The schools master, who stood between the two, stopped her.
"Out of my way." She demanded, "I have no quarrel with you."
"I'm not moving Helga." He objected firmly.
"This Jane person doesn't fight with honor. She breaks all the rules in order to win with an illegal move, yet you defend her?"
"It was an accident. I'm not going to let you knock her out again for that."
"I remember well. And if she cannot parry a simple attack, she isn't a worthy adversary." She said with an air of superiority.
"Is it just me or is the same thing happening all over again?" Jane asked. "You said that last time."
"You're not yourself. Why don't you just calm down." The instructor said.
Helga scanned the room quickly as if assessing her situation. She refocused on the two and said a short "Good bye". She motioned to leave.
"No, wait!" Phoebe said. "What are you going to do?" Helga looked at her briefly when she saw the instructor coming out to restrain her. She was already on the move headed towards the right exit.
"To finish what I started." She stated and with that she bolted left dodging the instructor with her fake. She exited the door and out of sight.
Phoebe and the instructor ran out after her, but they didn't see any traces of her.
"You have to do something." Phoebe pleaded, "Last time, she attacked someone and then challenged him to spar," Phoebe said.
"Where do you think she is going?"
"I don't know."
"I'll call her parents. Again. You two go home. I'm sure she'll turn up."
"I'll call Arnold" Phoebe thought to herself as she left.
Jane walked passed the instructor. "Forget it. I quit. I'm taking ballet lessons or basket weaving. yeah that sounds nice. I don't need this stress."
*just a side note. The point of Martial Arts IS to hurt your opponent. Actually it is the art of killing, and killing the opponent as fast as you can. If you do any independent research on it, I think that is one of the first things you find out. Hehehe Kinda takes away the fuzzy warm feeling you get when you thought it was "only meant for good" and "defending yourself with". Martial Arts as a form nowadays holds more onto the "only meant for good" philosophy and is more for show than what it was originally intended.
Author's Note How many saw THAT happening? :) Just so you know. this fic is already complete. I am just doing some minor editing of the chapters.
Pink Thunder of PS 118
By Zukone
Chapter 2 Lightning Strikes Twice
Helga stormed into the building in her pink Kendo garb ready for violence. "Alright where's that jerk who hit me on the head yesterday." She walked up to a girl who wore a more normal blue kendo attire. She had a bandage on her head. Helga pointed to her nose.
"You're the one!" She yelled taking a swing. Before her punch could impact, she was pulled back by a bigger hand and stumbled onto the floor.
"Helga that is not the way we do things here." The master instructor chided.
"Yeah yeah yeah I know." Helga said as she got up from the floor, dusted herself off and marched right up to the already shaken girl, "Jane, I hereby challenge you to a duel. Blah blah blah." Helga blabbed then took another swing. Again she was held back.
"Helga!" the instructor reprimanded.
"What day?" the girl asked timidly.
"What day? How about today!"
"Helga, a good martial artist gives themselves and their opponent time to prepare for the spar, Plus I wont let you do it during class time."
"Tomorrow then?" Helga tried.
"Helga." The master scolded.
"Alright, Alright. How about Thursday of next week. At night!"
"Why not Friday morning?"
"Hah, are you kidding. Bad enough I spend Monday through Saturday here." Helga chortled. "I don't plan on wasting any good weekend time on you."
"Alright that's enough. Class is starting." The Master blew the whistle judiciously and everyone got into position immediately, including Helga. They were in four separate rows with lots and were spaced out far apart from each other. The instructor barked out a command and all yelled in agreement "HA" while striking their swords forward. He yelled out again and they all grunted the same swinging their swords to the side.
Helga glared at Jane evilly right before executing the next command.
XXXXX Arnold, wearing his karate outfit, bowed deeply. Once he lifted head, his eyes sharpened and he let out a flurry of attacks. *crack* *crack* the wood sounded before it fell to pieces.
That hadn't been the only practicing he was going to doing. During the week he rigorously trained to catch flies. He both ran and did pull- ups with bricks tied to his feet. He trained under the pressure of a waterfall with slow dancelike moves building his strength.
The days went by and finally it was Thursday.
XXXXX Helga and Phoebe were inside the training gym, "Well wish me luck on the spar today. I'll get to show that Jane what's what.."
"It's so good to see you acting normally vengeful."
"When am I not normally vengeful?"
"When you're abnormally vengeful. Remember last week on Friday. you were acting kinda strange."
Helga's face drew a blank.
"I thought you knew, since you came into class and started acting like your regular self. I just assumed."
"Phoebe," Helga asked panicked, "Tell me exactly what happened?"
"Well, last week you showed up spoke in quite a peculiar fashion addressing Arnold. Then you attacked him with your boken like a samurai or something."
"Oh no." Helga said devastated, "I thought that was just a dream. I gotta talk to Arnold after I get done with this spar." Helga said with great urgency in her voice.
"Why what for? All you did was that, right? I'm sure Arnold calmed you down."
"You don't understand Phoebe. I challenged him to a duel tomorrow morning. I'm sure he's preparing or something. What if I can't reach him?"
"Well that's not a big problem. If worse comes to worst, you'll let him know tomorrow morning."
"Oh yeah." Helga exhaled relieved.
Jane walked in looking a little more confident than previous and trailing right behind her was the Master.
Helga got up and walked over to her corner of the arena. She readied herself and so did Jane
Both, in their respective corners, were ready to start. The master began to read a long list of rules, most of which Helga tuned out. She looked at her prey and cracked her knuckles. "This is a minimal contact spar." The instructor continued, "So you can't do any fancy moves here."
"Then what did I challenge her to a duel for if I can't hurt her?" Helga interrupted.
"Helga, you know that is not the point of Martial Arts."*
"Let's just get on with it." Jane said gaining some confidence and obviously annoyed at Helga.
"Finally, something we agree on." Helga said tensing back into her stance.
They began to spar. Helga attacked and Jane parried quite well. As Helga kept dishing them out, Jane kept blocking or dodging them.
Jane snapped her boken down to avoid a lung and accidentally whacked Helga on the head. Helga fell to the floor.
"Oh I'm so sorry" Jane said rushing to her aid on her heels were Phoebe and the master. They froze before they reached her because Helga had already gotten up. Her shoulders were slumped down as was her head, and her hair covered most of her face. Without looking up, she lazily positioned the boken facing out, pointed it inward and then glided it through the string she used to sheath it.
Jane took a step back, "Not again" she whispered. Jane stumbled and tried to recover quickly.
Helga's face quickened in a moment. She drew the sword and ran forward. "HA!" she yelled as she was about to strike Jane.
The schools master, who stood between the two, stopped her.
"Out of my way." She demanded, "I have no quarrel with you."
"I'm not moving Helga." He objected firmly.
"This Jane person doesn't fight with honor. She breaks all the rules in order to win with an illegal move, yet you defend her?"
"It was an accident. I'm not going to let you knock her out again for that."
"I remember well. And if she cannot parry a simple attack, she isn't a worthy adversary." She said with an air of superiority.
"Is it just me or is the same thing happening all over again?" Jane asked. "You said that last time."
"You're not yourself. Why don't you just calm down." The instructor said.
Helga scanned the room quickly as if assessing her situation. She refocused on the two and said a short "Good bye". She motioned to leave.
"No, wait!" Phoebe said. "What are you going to do?" Helga looked at her briefly when she saw the instructor coming out to restrain her. She was already on the move headed towards the right exit.
"To finish what I started." She stated and with that she bolted left dodging the instructor with her fake. She exited the door and out of sight.
Phoebe and the instructor ran out after her, but they didn't see any traces of her.
"You have to do something." Phoebe pleaded, "Last time, she attacked someone and then challenged him to spar," Phoebe said.
"Where do you think she is going?"
"I don't know."
"I'll call her parents. Again. You two go home. I'm sure she'll turn up."
"I'll call Arnold" Phoebe thought to herself as she left.
Jane walked passed the instructor. "Forget it. I quit. I'm taking ballet lessons or basket weaving. yeah that sounds nice. I don't need this stress."
*just a side note. The point of Martial Arts IS to hurt your opponent. Actually it is the art of killing, and killing the opponent as fast as you can. If you do any independent research on it, I think that is one of the first things you find out. Hehehe Kinda takes away the fuzzy warm feeling you get when you thought it was "only meant for good" and "defending yourself with". Martial Arts as a form nowadays holds more onto the "only meant for good" philosophy and is more for show than what it was originally intended.
Author's Note How many saw THAT happening? :) Just so you know. this fic is already complete. I am just doing some minor editing of the chapters.