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A hidden warrior: Generation One
After getting back from lunch and dragged through Science, Spanish, and Band Practice. Caryn and her group of friends met up after school and decided to meet up later that night at Caryn's house to hang out, if her mom didn't mind too much. When Caryn got home she immediately went down to her room, sat down at her oak writing desk that she had convinced her mom to buy her earlier that year and pulled out her huge mound of homework and a pencil. She was in the middle of doing the never ending algebra problems when she suddenly felt a chill go down her spine, she quickly spun around just in time to see a shadow pass across her window, 'now this is really giving me the creeps!' Caryn decided to put aside her stack of homework for a little bit and go upstairs, when she went up stairs she walked into the kitchen to find her mother Dawn doing her daily Wuzzles out of the newspaper, like she has done for the past seventeen years since Caryn was born, "Oh, hello honey, how was your day at school?" Caryn replied with the same dry voice she always use when she answered that daily question "How good can school get, well I guess it was alright for a Monday." Caryn dug in the fridge for something quick and simple to eat before finally deciding on an orange and going up into the living room to vedge out on the couch and watch cartoons, while her mom continued her Wuzzles and eventually picked up a book to read. "Oh, yah, mom can some of my friends come over to hang out around four today?" Caryn yelled down to her, just remembering it, "They always do" her mom called in a voice that told you she was occupied with something else at the moment and didn't want to be bothered right then. The next couple of hours till four Caryn spent watching the Looney Toons and some anime shows.
"I cant believe you like these type of shows," Jeff complained as he came in and saw Caryn's lying down on the couch and watching Dragon Ball Z, "It's a good quality show so don't hassle me about it or I'll whip out some *Goku moves on you," Caryn replied as she stuck up her fists acting like she's going to fight him. "No doubt you couldn't or anything, I'm sure you could." Jeff said this while pushing Caryn's legs off the couch and sitting next to her and currently becoming absorbed in the cartoon. Kimmy, Hollie, Elizabeth, and 'hamster on speed showed up around four-thirty, and like always, all of them just sat on the couch and vedged out on the new favorite cartoon for about an hour. When DBZ was over they all decided to go for a walk to avoid Allie and her 'dumb dumb' boyfriend. As the friends went out side they saw one of their enemies watching them from across the street, Trent Vincellette was the groups biggest rival, Caryn and Trent grew up together, and used to go out before Trent started getting mad at all the time Jeff and her spent together, after a huge fight, and Caryn kicking him out, he spent his time trying to make Caryn's life a living hell. 'I bet he was the one watching me in my room earlier today, the sick fuck, he's probably still in love with me'. Caryn thought to herself as she glared at him across the street. She should probably be the one still in love with him, with his shoulder length black hair, and his coal black eyes, he was the picture of a god, the only thing that gave him the look of a human was his nose which was now slightly crooked from getting it broken by Caryn, when Caryn's mom heard about it she asked Caryn what had happened and all Caryn said was, "he got me mad so I gave him what he deserved." Jeff rubbed his small button nose and mentioned something about not getting it broken by a girl like some people did, just loud enough for Trent to overhear. Trent made a rude gesture at them and went inside his own small green house. As the friends all walked down the street talking about nothing in particular they stopped at a park to see a strange boy leaning against the pole that held the swings watching them, he was about the same age as Caryn and her friends, except that his eyes were a perfect clear blue, his hair was a strange violet color that was almost white that hung just a little past his ears and kept falling into his eyes, he was well muscled and was wearing a black tank shirt with loose black pants that tied at the waste, Caryn had the sudden earge to run her hands through his hair at that moment, the strangest thing of all was the sense of power that hung around the boy, their was also a sense of familiarity about him. Caryn's friends, changing their minds about hanging out at the park turned to walk away. Caryn reluctantly turned to fallow, she looked back over her shoulder when she felt a little flutter of something in her stomach, what she saw made her heart skip, the youth smiled at her before turning and walking away. Caryn and her friends decided to hike the mountain that lies in front of Caryn's neighborhood. Caryn soon forgot about the youth at the park.
Trunks sensed the power immediately when the group of youths around his age approached the park where he had come out of the portal, he had no idea what happened after he stepped through the portal, one minute he saw his mother running from operation deck to operation deck, the next thing he knew, he was watching her through a hole in space that was growing smaller by the second, the last thing she yelled to him was "Hold on Trunks! Hold on!"
That had happened six months ago, since then Trunks had found out that he was in a country called The United States of America, and he was in a town called Golden in the state of Colorado. He had found a job at the local restaurant called Burger King; he had even found a small apartment that he could barely afford, and things were much different for him than he was used to. The whole time he had been here, he had been sensing for aliens or stronger being than the average human, until now. He had faintly sensed something or someone that was different from all the other humans, except he couldn't locate it by their ki. He finally found out that that it was a her, and a very pretty her to add onto it. When the group of youths appeared from around the bend he sensed the strange power that was emanating from it. When they saw him, they immediately decided to go somewhere else, Trunks deliberately flared his ki to see if it got a reaction, sure enough, the girl with long black hair and emerald green eyes, turned her head to look at him. Trunks couldn't help himself, he broke into a broad grin, he wasn't alone after all.
Caryn couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her all through the hike up the mountain. As always she was the first one up the mountain, and as always she had to wait for all her friend for about forty-five minutes before they were all together at the top. "Did you see that weird guy?" Kimmy asks with a wrinkled nose, "It's not like he wasn't just gorgeous, he just gives me the creeps. What about you Caryn?" Caryn who was staring off into space thinking about that stange guy and that weird fluttery feeling she got right before she turned around to see him smiling at her. "What- oh the guy with purple hair, yah he gave me the creeps." Caryn replied absently, thinking about that soft lavender hair and those ice blue eyes. "She likes him" Jeff stated, looking at her facial expression, the others joined in "definitely," "majorly" and Kimmy's "Yup". "I do not like him, I don't even know his name for gods sake!" Cayn replied incredulously. "You do too like him" chirped in Renne, " can tell by the look on your face, you got that same face when you saw Jackass for the first time," (Jackass is Renee's name for Trent.) Caryn gave up and put her head in her hands turning bright red. "All I can say is, you better be careful with him, I get the feeling he's dangerous." Hollie put in her words of caution, like any time they thought of something. "Yah, he gives me the major hibby-jeebies" Elizebeth put in shuddering. The group of kids sat in silence while watching the sun go down in brilliant pinks, blues, and violets. They were un-aware of the threat who had fallowed them up, watching them, waiting for his chance to strike.
As the group split up to go home, darkness was well upon them, "See ya Caryn," all her friends called as one by one they went their separate ways. As Caryn walked down her dark road, she kept thinking about the purple haired youth, "I just cant get him outa my head" she said to herself while shaking her head in an attempt to clear it of her unrational thoughts about the pale haired youth, to no avail. Finally she stopped all together, closing her eyes and sighing as an image of the boy with those deep ice blue eyes showed up behind her closed lids. When she opened her eyes, she jumped when she saw Trent standing in front of her, she hadn't even heard him come over, "What do you want Trent?" Caryn asked him in a sour voice, "What do you think I want," he answered her question with a sly grin. Caryn, more than a little suspicious peered at him closely before saying in a bored voice, "If you're just going to play your stupid immature games with me Trent, get out of my way." "I don't think that's going to happen," Trent said in an amused voice, an evil grin spreading across his face. Caryn made to walk past him, he calmly stepped in front of her, she tried going the other way, once again, he blocked her way. "Get out of my way now!" she growled at him in a deadly voice, "or else," "Or else what, you'll break my nose again! Ha! I'd like to see you try!" Trent said this in a light mocking tone with steel underlying it. "OK," Caryn said with a grin, and with that her hand shot out ready in a fist to connect with flesh, Trent calmly caught it grinning. Caryn stood there in shock, her eyes bulging, they looked like they were going to pop out of her head, she quickly recovered and tried to pull her hand free. Trent held it fast, then he started squeezing, Caryn heard her nuckles crack inadvertently, she tried wrenching her hand away as the pain grew, Trent's knuckles weren't even white, by the look on his face, he could have been idly watching fish swimming in a pond from the expression on his face. Except if that were true he would be watching the fish being eaten one by one by a hungry cat, his eyes had a crazy gleam to his eyes, and they were slightly glazed. By this time Caryn was more than a little afraid by now. "Let me go Trent, or you'll live to regret it!" she snarled at him. With that he let go of her hand and backhanded her, she literally flew of her feet, she landed a couple of yards away on some persons lawn. She lay there a second trying to get her bearings, before what he had done sunk in. "You hit me!" she said in a flat almost humored voice, "You actually hit me!" now there was anger and shock lacing her voice, "you actually had the balls to hit me!" she practically screamed at him. She calmly got up and walked slowly over to him. He stood there smirking at her, but as she came closer he saw that deadly determination in her eyes, and uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "That was a big mistake." She said it in a flat dangerous hiss. With that she slammed her fist into his jaw as hard as she could, sending him flying at least twice as far as she had when he had hit her. "Like the taste of your own medicine?" she asked him, a cruel grin on her face. Trent lay there lying on his back, shaking his head, trying to clear it. Caryn walked over to him planning on kicking him while he was down, but as she swung her foot back to deal the painful blow Trent's hand shot out so fast she didn't even see it till it was firmly latched onto her ankle. With one yank, Caryn's feet were yanked out from under her. The last thing she saw were her own feet, before she hit her head on a large rock, she passed out as a great roaring filled her ears.
Trunks was flying to his small apartment when he felt that strange girls ki again, this time, much stronger though. He stopped abruptly, he flew directly over where she was to she another black haired figure pull Caryn's feet out from under her, when she fell and ceased moving, he went down a little closer, to see clearly. He saw that the black haired figure was a young man looking to be about the same age as the black haired girl. Suddenly he saw the young man raise his palm so it pointed directly at the unconscious girl lying on the pavement. A gigantic ki blasted from his hand, heading strait for the girl. Blurring, Trunks placed himself directly in front of the unconscious girl, bracing himself for the blast. It was stronger than he expected, much stronger. Trunks was pushed back by the blast to where his feet were right in front of the unconscious girls face. When the blast stopped, it had raised a cloud of dust, Trunks could barely see anything. When the dust finally settled, Trunks stood there looking at the young man who was at the moment whistling a little tune while walking away from the blast. Trunks threw as small ki blast, aiming just above the young man's shoulder. The blast singed the guy's hair as it went past, right before the blast was going to collide with a dark sleeping house, Trunks made it veer up out harmlessly into space. The young man whipped around and stared in shock at Trunks standing there with death in his eyes.
Trent soon recovered from his shock, "Who are you? And what do you want with Caryn?" The Violet haired youth just stared at him with those deep cold eyes promised him a lot of pain if he wasn't careful. "I could ask the same to you." The pale haired youth stated in a dry voice. "I'm just taking care of some business, quite frankly I don't think it's any of your business." Trent replied in a cold clipped tone. The youth smiled at him, it was a cold tight smile, but there was something else too, there was contempt in it, like this youth knew something that Trent didn't. "Quite frankly, I think it is my business." The pale haired youth said.
The two youths raced at each other, all you could see was a flurry of fists and feet going at each other. Just as abruptly as it began, the two youths separated each in fighting stance. Measuring each other.
Trunks knew he could end this very quickly, this guy wasn't at all as good as he acted like he was. This guy was reckless and tried to go as fast as he could, not caring if his blows landed or not. This would be a piece of cake. Trunks grin was grim and dangerous.
He was way over his head. This mysterious youth was way too good for him. He had to get out of this fight fast, but how was the question. Trent thought this over and over as he realized this guy wasn't an ordinary human being.
Trunks wasn't shocked when the strange youth took off running down the street with inhuman speed. Trunks was surprised however to find that his opponent couldn't fly. Trunks shook his head, all his enemies in his world could at least fly, this world was really different than his world. Trunks heard a slight moan behind him, he remembered the black haired girl. He crouched down, looking at the extent of her injuries; there was a slight bruise on her left cheek where he must have hit her. Trunks gently lifted her head to see that the back of her head was tacky with partially dried blood. Without a thought he picked her up in his arms and took to the air, and flew towards his apartment.
Caryn woke up with a pounding in her head like a hammer hitting an anvil. She slowly opened her eyes to see a white cracked ceiling, with a cobweb in every corner. This isn't my room, where am I? Caryn's head was spinning again; she was terribly confused and a little scared. She started to slowly try to sit up; she got as far as propping herself on one elbow before she had to stop to massage her temples. 'What I wouldn't give for and Advil right now' she thought wryly as she felt the back of her head where most of the pain seemed to be emanating from, her fingers connected with dried blood plastered to her scalp, her hair was a complete mess. She finally forced herself to sit up strait and take in her surroundings a little further. The room was practically empty except for the exceedingly ugly brown sofa she was sitting on and a small glass coffee table with a tiny T.V sitting on it. In the corner of the room was a tiny kitchen with a small seemingly broken fridge standing desolately across from an old dirty stove with an equally dirty teapot. There was a hall leading down to what looked like a tidy little bedroom with a bathroom a the side of it. The bathroom door abruptly opened, and Caryn found herself looking at the pale haired youth from the park. He was dressed only in a white towel that covered his lower waste, he was very finely muscled, with rich tan skin, he had an angular face with a small pointed nose, his face looked to be made of ice, like his deep blue eyes, his violet hair was disarrayed from the towel he had been drying it with. When he saw Caryn was awake, he just stared at her; finally after evidently remembering what he was wearing he reddened slightly and hurried into the back room. He was out again in only a matter of minutes; he was fully dressed in a white tank shirt and some slightly baggy jeans. "How does your head feel?" he asked Caryn in a slightly raspy yet clear deep voice. "My head feels like it's gonna explode, but other than that I feel fine," Caryn replied in a slightly sarcastic voice, "do you have any Advil or anything for this?" Caryn asked as she gently prodded the back of her head, "and do you think it would be alright if I used your shower to wash the blood off my head?" The youth replied immediately, "theres Advil in the cabinet and the showers all yours if you want it." Caryn nodded and went into the bathroom, she immediately found the Advil in the cabinet, it looked quite old like it had belonged to the last residents of the apartment, she swallowed the Advil then undressed and hopped in the shower. After finding a sponge under the sink she gently dabbed at the back of her head to get all the dirt and blood off it, then very painstakingly washed her hair. After that was done she got out and found a towel to dry her hair with, she then looked at the state of her clothes, both her pants and shirt were partially covered in dry blood, and dirt was all over them, these definitely wouldn't do. So she wrapped another towel around her and stepped into the hall, the purple haired guy was at the stove cooking something that smelled positively delicious, when he saw her, and what she had on, his cheeks slightly reddened and he looked down at the food he was cooking, "I'm sorry to bother you, but do you have any small clothes that would mabey fit me, mine are covered in blood and dirt?" Caryn asked politely. Once again that sense of familiarity struck her, but she quickly shook it out of her head, there was no way he could be him. "I think there might be a tank that would fit you, and some sweat pants in the bottom drawer in my room," the youth said this with out looking up once, Caryn grinned at how embarrassed he was as she went into the back room. The room was just as empty as the rest of the apartment, the only pieces of furniture in here were an old brass bed, and a large dresser with peeling paint. Caryn promptly checked the bottom drawer of the dresser and found a pair of sweats and a black tank shirt. She had to tie the string on the pants around her waste before they could stay up, and she had to roll up the legs thoroughly before she could walk without tripping, the tank looked like someone had cut some holes in a sheet and let her where it so she bundled the hem up and tied it in a not at the base of her back so it wouldn't be loose around the waste, and she tied knots at the shoulders so it wouldn't show so much cleavage. With the outfit done, she stepped out the door to see a table full of food.