Chapter 2

My next year of school was a little better because people didn't laugh at me for my braces, but still laughed at me for saying strange sentences. My life was at least a little better than before the accident. But for some reason, I knew that this day was going to hold something good for me. I only hoped I was right.

At lunch time, I was sitting alone when someone came up to me. At that moment I thought that it wasn't going to be a good day. But instead of pointing and laughing, as did everyone else did that came up to me, this person did something different.

"Hey, can we sit here?" he asked

"I don't see why you like shouldn't. Let alone need to ask permission." I replied

"Sweet!" came a squeaky voice behind the figure

"Shut up Joker, or I'll kill you and wont resurrect ya!" he said "Anyway, this is Sparks, Potatokiller, Switchblade, Aquas, Ebony, Shade, Shadow, Flamer, I'm Darkmaster but you can call me DM, and you've already met Joker." he went on

"Sup!" came many voices from behind him

They all sat down, ate their lunches, and talked amongst each other. I sat there quietly, eating my own lunch. When I was just about to grab my desert, a small brownie wrapped in plastic, the creature named Joker, picked it up, and swallowed it whole.

"Hey! That was mine!" I whined

"MMMM… that's good!" it replied

Once he said that I got angry. I lost control of my arms and took hold of his neck, squeezed until his head turned purple, then slammed it down onto the table. I heard many things from the people sitting at my table. Most of them were congratulating me on smashing his little skull into the table. Although I did like squashing his head, I noticed a teacher watching me. Great, now I'm in trouble! The teacher sent me straight to the principles office. Once I got there, I was told to wait in one of the chairs. I waited about ten minutes until the principle came into the small room.

"Aren't you supposed to be eating lunch right now?" he asked

"Well yeah, but, you see, I sort of got into trouble. This kid named Joker stole my desert. I got a bit angry, so I choked him, then smashed his head into the table. That's all." I replied in my nicest voice

"Is he all right? That sounded like it would hurt!" the man asked concerned for Joker's health

"Well…" at that moment the door flew open. And there standing in the doorway was DM, tall, dark, and holding a gun.

"Who the heck are you?" the principle shouted

"That doesn't matter right now! The dragon thing, comes with me!" Darkmaster replied

"Fine! Fine! Take him! Just don't hurt me!" the principle whimpered

"Oh, yeah, by the way Mr.Principle. I have to kill you!" DM said

"What? That's not necessary! Please just go!"

DM pulled out a gun. Put his finger on the trigger. Waited a dramatic second, then fired. I put I fingers to my ears waiting for a loud gunshot. But I never heard one. I looked, didn't see any sign of blood. But noticed that his shirt was all wet. A squirt gun? Darkmaster grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the hallway. He started running. It was then that I remembered. I had crushed Joker's neck like tissue paper! That's weird. Why would I have abnormal strength, when the accident was a whole year ago? it was all a mystery to me. While I was pondering on this thought, I had missed out on what DM had said.

"Echie! Echie!" he said

"Huh? What?" I stammered

"I said, 'what class do you have next?'."

"Ugh, English. Why?"

"Oh, yeah, your in my class. I almost forgot."

He dragged me down the hallways, towards out English class. While we were running, I couldn't help but notice that the secretary was snooping through the halls. No doubt looking for us.

When we got to the class room, the bell rang. As all of the students went into the room, DM pulled me towards the teacher.

"Yo, miss?" he said

"Yes my dear?" she replied

"Me and my friend here, don't feel all that great. We're going home. It seems that we have… a … a cold, yeah that's it."

"Oh, dear! Well you have an assignment on pages…"

"Yeah, sure, what ever."

We started running again. But this time we headed for the doors. As soon as we reached the doors, Darkmaster flung them open and we headed into the light. He rounded a corner, and instantly started moving toward an unknown destination. A half an hour passed when we finally reached the house. DM moved stealthily toward the front door. He tore some keys from his pocket and slammed one of them into the handle. He opened the door and beckoned me in. I looked around. The place was trashed. He went to the right and headed toward a corridor where he took another right. He pulled open a door, and went through it. He came back a moment later with a soda in his hand. Then he walked toward me, then passed me then waved for me to follow. He led me to another door, this time he motioned for me to open it.

"Go on. Get in there hurry!" he cried

"Alright! Jeeze!"

I went through the door, only to find a room that could use a lot of cleaning. I looked around video games, legs, action figures, bullet canisters (ok, this guy has strange things in his room), food wrappers, CD's, CD cases, and soda cans, all of these things and more were on the floor of his room. I moved away a pillow on the bed and sat down politely. He plopped down on the bed, making sure not to hit his head on the bar above. He threw me a controller, turned on what looked like an Xbox, an turned to me and spoke:

"Halo, or Halo 2" he asked

"Huh?" I grunted

"Do you want to play Halo, or Halo 2" he said again

"Doesn't matter, I haven't played either."

"Ah, right" he said as he picked up a game case and placed it carefully in his Xbox "Halo 2 it is then! Want a soda? We've been running for quite some time."

"What kind of soda do you have?" at this he started to laugh like a hyena "What?"

"Ahahahaha! 'What kind do I have?'. That's a good one! Dude, do you know who you're even talking to? Its me, Darkmaster! I can make any soda you desire, appear in my hand!"

"Ah, ok, ugh, I'll have a Dr. Pepper."

"Right away!" he snapped his finger and opened up his hand so that his palm was revealed. In a moment a can of soda appeared in the center of his palm.

"Whoa! How did you do that?"

"I have ki duh!"

"Right.."

"Let's play!" he said

We played Halo 2 for a long time. I got the hang of the game as soon as DM told me how to play. I still wasn't very good, but at least I wasn't getting a kick out of doing algebra homework.

"Wow! I haven't had this much fun in a long time!"

"Hey Echie, I was wonder, do you want to join the Dark Crusade?" he asked

"The what?"

"You know, all of those really weird kids that I hang out with? Yeah well they're what I like to call the Dark Crusade!"

"What would I have to do? To get in? And while I'm in?"

"To get in all you have to do is say yes. While your in, you just go on little adventures with us. Maybe even beat the stuffing out of Joker along the way! So, what's your answer?"

It took me a while to think. Darkmaster, the scariest kid in the Elementary school, wanted me to join him! Finally I answered him:

"I owe you for getting me out of there, but this sounds extreme!" I replied "So I guess my answer is…"

What will Echie's answer be? Why do you think that he will answer that way? Why am I asking you, I don't care about your answer! Just think about that while I'm writing the next chapter!