SCREEECH!
Bakugo's head whipped forward like a rag doll before slamming onto the back of the leather headrest. The car stalled in the center of the parking lot with smoke fuming out of the exhaust. The engine whirred in an unsure hum with every pull of the stick shift in the center console.
"Wait," Lloyd said. "I think I got it this time."
Lloyd tugged down on the shift and placed it in the first gear. He slammed on the clutch and then the gas at the same time. The car jerked forward like a bullet before freezing with a squeal of the brakes.
Bakugo's neck slung ahead before his forehead collided with the sleek dashboard. He grunted and grabbed the throbbing impact point. While massaging his injured head, he sneered at Lloyd and dug his boot heel into the mocha corduroy floor mat.
"You hit the clutch, then ease the gas," Bakugo said.
Lloyd shifted back to the center. He pressed the clutch.
"No, now it's in neutral. Put it in first."
"Oh, like this?"
Lloyd pressed down on the clutch. He yanked the stick into first gear and lurched his leg up to floor the gas pedal.
"Wait!" Bakugo flailed his arms. "Before I get another concussion, just…ease it."
"Ease it?" Lloyd asked. He took his hand of the stick and fondled the steering wheel. His heart pounded at the stress of having to learn manual, let alone having to drive with his teacher next to him.
"Yes," Bakugo took on a quieter tone. "Just please, for the love of Vishnu, just ease it."
"Vishnu? Are you Hindi?"
"Just ease it!" Bakugo shouted.
Lloyd flinched and looked down at his feet. The right foot was right on the top of the gas pedal. With a deep breath, he taped on a serious face with his eyebrows furrowing in attention. His lips taught tight and bright eyes focused, he tilted his foot onto the pedal.
The car muscled itself down the aisle of the quiet parking lot. The sun already setting behind the school, a massive shadow draped over the concrete sea as the car headed for the highway.
"Wow, I'm actually driving," Lloyd said. His serious face morphed into a joyful expression. He turned to his teacher and flashed his pearly teeth in a cheek-ripping smile. "I'm driving!"
"Ha-have you never driven before?" Bakugo asked.
"Once," Lloyd said. "Just to get my license in Canada. Otherwise, I practiced in my parents parking lot."
Bakugo tugged on his seat belt and reached for the handle on the door to escape. He jimmied the chrome handle, but the door would not budge.
"What's wrong this," Bakugo shouted.
"I took it upon myself to engage the child-lock," Lloyd said with a grin. "I wanted to ensure your safety and diminish your odds of accidentally falling out of the vehicle."
"Yeah, cause that's my concern. Falling out," Bakugo said. "Watch out!"
Lloyd turned back and saw he was at the entrance to Pacific Coast Highway. He craned his head to the side of the steering wheel for one of the sticks.
"Which one is the turn signal?" Lloyd asked. He put his hand on the left stick and pushed it upward. "I think it's this one."
CRRRRRICK! The windshield wipers squeaked over the dry glass and rubbed over faint smears of grime that clouded the outside world.
"Forget that. Just don't hit anyone!" Bakugo screamed as the car, without stopping, bumped over the curb and skittered across the road.
An oncoming sedan honked as Lloyd cut right in front of its path. It slid to the right and flashed its high beam lights at Lloyd.
Without hesitation, Lloyd turned the wheel and cut across the median onto the right side. A taxi cab slammed on the brakes with smoke shooting out of the fenders before laying down another loud honk. From the open window, the burly cab driver waved his fist at the car in front of him.
"You punk!" The cab driver screamed.
"Sorry," Lloyd turned his whole body towards the back window and waved at the cab. As he did, the engine squealed as the machine revved into the highest degree. Bakugo saw this and pointed down at the stick shift.
"Shift to second!" Bakugo yelled.
"Oh, right," Lloyd said.
He pressed down on the clutch and smacked the stick into the second gear. Instantly, the engine eased and began to accelerate at a slower pace. The car rolled on the ink road and rounded the corner with the side mirrors almost touching the red rocks of the shoreline cliffs.
"That's much better," Lloyd said. "At this rate, we will be in San Francisco in no time."
"That's great, Sandman," Bakugo said. "Except your wipers are still on and we're going thirty in a sixty."
"If there's one thing Mister Deku taught me over the last few months, it's safety first!" Lloyd said. He hunched over the steering wheel and stayed right on the yellow line of the shoulder.
A few cars honked as they pulled around Lloyd. Some of them threw careless gestures and a few of them appeared to shout choice words. Lloyd waved at each and every one as they passed. One slowed on purpose and cupped his hands around his mouth.
"Nice driving, Jeff Gordon!"
"Thanks," Lloyd said with a grin.
Bakugo rolled his eyes and buried his head into his hands. This would turn out to be a very long drive.
Back at the dorms, Izuku stapled a large sheet of paper on the cork board in the girl's common area. The stench of linen air freshener and raspberry hair spray singed his sinuses with his eyes watering. He dabbed at the corners and wiped away some of the tears before putting another staple onto the corner.
A weird dearth in Izuku's heart made his lungs shake while he processed his thoughts like a tax collector perusing files for audit. The day itself was quite uneventful. His students were all accommodating. Katsu and James had gotten into an argument or two with a promise for a fighting session in the near future. Megan complained about how loud everyone was while Synaes fell asleep. Leo and Martel answered every question on time displacement theory and multiverses. As he lectured, he stared down and mouthed to himself the words before he spoke to the kids about it. He himself was having a hard time understanding what he said.
Afterwards, Hunter webbed up Drake in another Heroes and Villains exercise and Anton got into a random argument with his Pathogen. Something about being in the wrong place and there was an issue of diverting from the right path, but Izuku walked away to not eavesdrop on his students.
Finished with his stapling, Izuku stepped back and stroked his chin. For some reason, despite pitting happening lately, he was as unsure as ever.
"Do you have a pass to be up here?"
Izuku shrieked in a very manly way as he leapt into the air at the speed of lightning. His head slammed into the ceiling which imprinted a gash through the concrete. He slammed back onto the ground and collapsed into a heap, rubbing his head as he looked up at the intruder. A bright, blue-eyed girl with a heart-shaped face wearing a bright pink tee shirt and matching pants.
"Oh, Robyn," Izuku scrunched his eyes and hoisted himself upright. "You caught me off guard."
"I thought guys had to have a pass to be in the girls side, Mister Deku," Robyn teased. "Don't you follow your own rules?"
Izuku smiled and held the stapler up to his chin. "It was for a good reason."
Robyn turned towards the cork board and pressed her finger onto the list of students. Each student in Class 1-A had a number placed next to them. "These were the numbers you passed out in class today on those slips of paper."
"Yes," Izuku stood next to Robyn. "It's our Secret Santa for Christmas. You were all given a random number today. Whoever matches up with it is the person you have to give a gift to. Well, you don't have to, but it'd be pretty not nice to do so."
Robyn turned back to Izuku and snapped her fingers. "So, I got number thirteen. I gotta get Blake a present?"
"I mean, if you need help, I can always lend a few dollars," Izuku said."
"Nah, I just don't think I have access to anything cursed or used as a murder weapon," Robyn said. "Do you know of anything I can buy anything haunted or involved in someone's death."
Izuku's eyes widened as he emitted a nervous chuckle. "Uh…maybe you could check with the nurse? I'm sure she has some things blood-related."
Robyn shrugged. "I'll just go down to Chinatown before we leave for the trip tomorrow. People get stabbed there all the time, so I'm sure I'll find some murder weapon."
When Robyn turned away, Izuku held his hand out and tapped her on the shoulder. "Robyn, have you noticed something odd about today?"
The girl peered at Izuku and raised an eyebrow. "Like the wobble-gobble you lectured us on today?"
Izuku nodded. "Yeah, that. The lecture…I don't remember planning that. I thought I was teaching you all something different, but I saw the plan for today and it was way off from what I had in mind."
Robyn ticked her tongue. "Well, Mister Deku, my uncle and mother both had a similar problem. I have the number for AA if you need it."
"Wha-? I'm not drinking, Robyn," Izuku slapped his hand on his chest in a melodramatic fashion. "I'm just confused."
"Well, Mister Deku, my grandfather had this problem. That just comes with age."
"I'm barely thirty, Robyn," Izuku said. He shook his head and groaned. "This is so annoying. I'm normally on top of this, but the words I said seemed alien to me. I wasn't even supposed to cover multiverses or time displacement or anything like that till next semester."
"Don't feel bad," Robyn patted Deku on the shoulder. "I learned a lot. Different ways universes can collide. How they interfere with each other. How it messes up time and can destroy all universes. Personally, I think someone just made it up because they were too bored and lazy to follow through on the original storyline right away," she said as she turned to look at you, the person reading this.
Izuku blinked and wiped away a bead of sweat from the fringe of his green hair. "I guess you could be right as anyone. Are you ready for the trip tomorrow?"
Robyn hopped in place like a hyper puppy and clasped her hands together. "Oh my gosh, I packed yesterday. It's gonna be amazing. A hot spring in California? Those are like the best ones. I love hot springs, in case you didn't know. Hot water, steamy, not to mention…the sightseeing," Robyn said with a troubling glint in her eyes that brightened with an evil grin.
Izuku's face began to morph red from the blood rushing to his face. He stroked his hair and turned away. "Uh…great. Just…keep that part to yourself."
As Izuku left the girl to her own daydreams, he humbled into the stairwell. The door slammed behind him with a loud sun echoing through the chamber. Talking with Robyn made him feel no better with his brain throbbing in his frontal lobe. He rubbed the top of his skull, the luscious locks of hair flowing through his spindly fingers. He leaned on the steel railing and felt the cool white bricks on his cheek by resting his head on the surface. He closed his eyes trying to calm himself. He was just stressed from the holidays. Keeping up with the students along with his own friends and family out a toll on everybody. He should not put any more stress on his shoulders. His responsibility was to these kids, and he needed a clear mind. Maybe he should start packing for the trip. After all, Robyn was his student, and she was already more prepared by packing the day before than himself. What a bad example he was string.
Just then, Izuku's eyes shot open. An odd chill, not unlike stepping into a giant meat locker drizzled over his spine.
Robyn packed yesterday?
But wait….
What did he do yesterday?
Why couldn't he remember?
The apricot tint of the sky swam above the shimmering lavender ocean sparkling under the retreating sun. Palm trees waved a friendly greeting in the soft breeze that kissed Lloyd's arm that gripped the steering wheel. With the window open, the car snaked around the twists of the highway leaving the southern region of the state.
Lloyd's eyes quivered at the sight of the gorgeous sunset, the occasional car interrupting with a few headlights beaming over the purple haze the vehicle slipped through heading into the forests around the Big Sur area. The sight was a beauty to behold, and Lloyd was sure he could reach up and grab a dim star that was flickering in the sky next to the frayed outline of the crescent moon appearing above.
A thorn of blonde hair picked at Lloyd's shoulder. He turned to see Bakugo dozed off with his head leaning on the polyester seatbelt with a dark green blanket draped over his chest. He announced he was going to catch some rest when they got past Malibu, and Lloyd had kept a steady hand the whole way up to this point. Lloyd smiled at Bakugo's stern face still etched into his skin with wrinkles lining his forehead. Even asleep, the intimidating hero was menacing.
Lloyd breathed with the road expanding before him on the overlook above the ocean. The obsidian ribbon snuck around the bases of evergreen trees and stained scarlet rocks for miles on end towards the horizon. It was such a peaceful sight, and loud gripped the cross around his neck.
Then, a buzz from his pocket.
Lloyd gasped wi thy his heart jumping into his throat. He rushed towards his pocket and thrusted his hand in. He yanked out a flip phone and held up the screen. He would admonish himself later for being on the phone will driving, but hope sprang in his soul as he read the screen.
Lonely singles: link to L.A's hottest new dating app!
With a hot sigh, Lloyd dropped his phone into his lap. Another ad, but not one text from his parents or sister. He glanced down at his phone and saw the list of unanswered calls he had spent towards his mother, father, and sister. He scrolled down through the calls just today. Five to each number with no answer. He pressed the button to scroll down further, sure that he would see even more unanswered calls yesterday.
Instead, the list stopped.
Lloyd pressed the button to scroll further again. The list froze on December 23rd.
He flicked the phone closed and tapped on the steering wheel in frustration. It seemed that it would be another Christmas without speaking to them.
To fill up his mind, he twisted the knob on the radio volume. An energetic, youthful voice slipped through the speaker into Lloyd's ears.
Ohhh, I'm trapped up in these lights
And I don't know how I even got here at all
Ooooh, I'm stuck in a strange fight
And I need you to come get me to save us all.
Lloyd frowned at the dumb song. What kind of songwriter rhymes the same words?
"And that was The Artist Formerly Known As The Weekend But Now Going By His First Name with the song 'Get Me The Hell Out Of Here I'm In The Wrong Place!'," The cheery radio voice babbled over the speakers. "Catchy, I know. So, let's wash the taste of that out of our mouths with some Rush!"
Lloyd gasped with the low and powerful guitar tone battering his head like a cannonball. He perked up in his chair and threw the volume on full blast.
"Oh my goodness, this is my song!" Lloyd yelled to himself in ecstasy.
Without any caution, Lloyd lifted his hands of the steering wheel and balled them into fists, preparing to drum his heart out to the incredible Rush. They were, after all, one of the few things Canadians could truly be proud.
Lloyd slammed his hands down with every beat that tapped out of the speakers. He banged his head with his hair flailing about in different directions like a bobbing spider web. The bass cut into his body and shook him along with the car as it trembled and wobbled on the yellow line of the shoulder.
"Living on the lighted stage approaches the unreal," Lloyd sang in a surprising and accurate tone for Geddy Lee. "For those who think and feel!"
Bakugo remained in a deep sleep as Lloyd went nuts in the driver's seat. His fists slammed harder as the frustrations of the day gave way to living in the limelight being the universal dream. The steering wheel moved much more, and the car bobbed and weaved across the lanes like a speedboat ripping through the coastline waves.
During one epic drum fill, Lloyd lost focus completely and blasted the dashboard pretending it was a thousand piece drum kit. However, his elbows jutted out and bumped the steering wheel as he reached for his fake high-hat cymbal.
The car swerved right into the guardrail of the road and bounced off in a shower of sparks. Lloyd's head hit Bakugo's as they both were tossed around in their seats. Metal sliced on metal with a piercing screech stabbing Lloyd's ears. He grabbed the steering wheel and corrected the other direction. When he turned to face the left side, he cried out. A minivan approached at the speed of light, the small Dodge about to collide with the side.
Lloyd slammed on the brakes with smoke billowing out of the wheel wells. The scrunching of tires burned into the concrete as Lloyd over corrected and spun the car around. He screamed as his head became disoriented with a wash of colors and eye-splitting headlights danced before him like a dizzying ice skater.
The wheels screamed and crunched over the median with the car twirling like a broken dreidel. Lloyd's head pressed into the seat, unable to pull himself off it from the gravitational force of the spin. He closed his eyes with his brain fumbling within his head; his breath shortening as his grip tightened onto the wheel like a hydraulic press. All he could do was remind himself of the silver cross around his neck and pray.
And then, they stopped.
The car mulched aside and froze dead center of the opposite side of the road right before a corner. The lights on the front died out and flickered into nothingness as Lloyd opened his eyes and thrusted his frame right on the steering wheel. Bakugo let out a soft snore, the hero still asleep somehow in the craziness of the spin. The twilight had darkened into a deep indigo which, on this part of the highway lacking streetlight, plunged the car into near darkness.
Then, headlights. Two of them. The soft rumble of an oncoming car or truck.
Lloyd grabbed the shift stick. In his panic, he slammed on the clutch, but then he pressed down on the gas too fast. The car stalled.
His hands started to tremble. Shift. Then, back to the clutch. Nothing.
Shift. Hit. Shift. Hit.
At this point, Bakugo opened his eyes. His post-nap fugue snapping away like a blown-out lightbulb when he heard a hard-huffing Lloyd cranking the shift stick like his life depended on it. Then, the increasing beam of white light ascended upon them.
"What the shit?" Bakugo mumbled as he rose up in his seat.
Face to face. With two headlights seconds from colliding head on into them!
Bakugo screamed at the top of his lungs, joined a split second later by Lloyd. The lights brightened like two angels descending from heaven to loft them away. A horn honked, and the ground shook beneath them like an earthquake that would split the world apart and sink them into hell.
Whoosh!
The sound of two motorcycles chugged right at them before the headlights split into two separate entities. The motorcycles chortled past and zoomed off into the night behind them.
Lloyd stopped screaming and dropped his hands from the steering wheel. His mouth agape, he heard his heartbeat echo in his chest before hearing a throat clear behind him. Now, a different fear overtook him. His head shifted at a snail's pace, scanning the clear dashboard before turning to see Bakugo's stark red eyes and face contorted with rage.
"You have two seconds to get out of the drivers seat before I stuff you into the trunk."
All of this with Rush still playing in the background.
"Ugh, I can't believe I got that idiot."
Synaes drew an absentminded circle around Austin's bare chest, her sunglasses crooked as her head rested on the underside of his forearm. They were covered by the navy comforter draped over them as jazz-twinged Christmas songs played over the speakers.
Austin suppressed a grin and played with a strand of Synaes' silver hair which was slightly damp from sweat. "Katsu shouldn't be that hard. Maybe something that reminds him of home."
Synaes barked out a mirthless chuckle. "I had Megan read me his file. Not a happy story. And that popsicle disappearing doesn't help, either."
"That's why it needs to be extra nice," Austin said in her ear. "Help him get over that. And you know he's still trying to woo Moxie."
Synaes rolled her eyes and then got up and sat herself on top of Austin's chest. The man blushed as the girl brushed her hair back despite it falling over her face. "He's still clueless that her and James are together. And what a weirdo you are. Who says 'woo' nowadays?"
Austin smiled and grabbed another strand of hair. "It worked with you."
Synaes rolled her eyes. "Please. Let's just get the show on the road before I leave you."
"You're a forward one, aren't cha?"
"It worked with you."
Austin grinned as he raised his torso up to meet Synaes. Before he could, a large thump shook the lamp beside the bed.
"Ugh. Can't they keep quiet one night?" Synaes groaned. "Tell them to shut up!"
Austin cleared his throat, a blush rising on his face. "Hey, keep it down out there."
In the common area, a strange woman stands with a cloud of black dust dissipating from around her feet. About sixteen years old, her ice blue eyes combed over the room. A few bags of chips in the trash can. The lime green sofa's cushions still plumped from lack of use. No television. No game console.
The girl, a brunette, pulled back her braided hair and adjusted the black cloak hanging over her shoulders. Her face, soft but tightened in resolve, filtered through the small room before reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a long, slender piece of wood curved to fit her small fingers at the foundation.
Whispering an incantation to herself, she held up the strange instrument before her. A white glow emanated before expanding throughout the room. Rings of the light beamed around like radio waves to a transponder before returning to the top of the wand. Then, the white orb extinguished into nothingness.
"Shit," the girl said in a British accent. She reached into her black clock and pulled out a gold plated cell phone. She pressed a button on it and held it up to her ear.
"Isabel," the girl said. "They're not here. They've already left for the suit….I don't know, blondie. You said you would know if they were gone!"
The girl huffed with a nonplussed expression as more babble garbled over the phone.
"Fine. Just tell me where, and I'll meet you. But make sure it's really them!"
Just as the girl hung up, the door to the common area burst open. Moxie hummed to herself as she entered the room still wearing her school uniform. When she saw the girl in the center of the green rug on the ground, she stopped.
A girl she had never seen before, she wore a school uniform as well. However, it wasn't USAHS and that thick black cloak with a colorful coat of arms stitched on the front chest area seemed unlike any other school in the area.
"Bonjour," Moxie said in a cheery voice. "You new here?"
"What? No, I'm just visiting."
"Ah, you got that yankee accent don't cha," Moxie giggled. "No big deal. I already live with one British girl. I'm Moxie Lee, by the way. I reckon I could show you around if you on a tour or something."
"I'm not on a tour, I'm-."
"Wow," Moxie took a step forward and looked at the symbol on the girl's cloak. "That's a fancy looking symbol for your school. Ours is just the Statue of Liberty or something."
The girl sashayed her cloak away and covered up the crest. "It's none of your business, you daft dimwit!"
When she turned, the wand fell out of her pocket onto the ground. Moxie tilted her head like a curious otter and pointed down at the ground.
"You have a dog or something? Playing fetch?"
The girl rushed over and snatched up the wand. She pointed it at Moxie and flicked the end in a threatening gesture.
"Just forget you ever saw me, lady. It'd be best for both of us."
Moxie frowned and took another step. "But…that looks familiar."
"Huh?"
Moxie examined the crest further. Specifically, the snake that appeared on the emerald green portion of the stitching. "That snake. And that color. It's a very pretty green. It reminds me of someone."
The girl seemed taken aback by her words. The light in the room appeared to jump across her slim face and shadowed half of it in a threatening way. "Who?"
Suddenly, Moxie clutched her head. Her grey eyes dilated, and a strange electric sensation shot it's way from her feet to the crown of her head. Her body felt warm, static running over her skin until her legs gave way and she fell onto her knees. She gasped out in pain as a wave of memories cascaded through her like a tsunami wave battering the cliff on which the school sat. She moaned and panted for air.
The other girl kneeled down and tried to make eye contact. "Hey, you. Are you alright? What happened?"
Within Moxie, the thermal wave stopped and Moxie was left perspiring under the white hot fluorescent lights. She gagged with her parched throat limiting the air that could pass before her hands gripped the carpet beneath her.
Then, she reached for her bare neck and clasped her fist around nothing but air.
"A-Alistair!" Moxie gargled out. "I remember him! Where is he?"
"What? You know Leonhardt?" The girl asked.
"Alistair? And Abel! I remember them," Moxie choked. "But…where am I?" She looked around the room. She noticed the cork board with a list labeled "Secret Santa" and a picture of a cartoon Santa pinned to the corner.
"Wait, is it Christmas?" Moxie asked in panic. "What happened? I don't remember it being Christmas!"
The girl grabbed Moxie's head and jerked her gaze towards her. "Focus on me, Moxie. My name is Calista Frey. Do you know Leonhardt?"
"I-I do," Moxie said in a breathless whisper. "He's that British boy and he has this red crystal and he's from another place. A place where your school is. I know him, but where is he? Him and Abel. They're missing!"
"He told you about….that stupid asswipe," Calista said.
With a flick of her wand, she tapped Moxie's forehead. "Obliviate."
Just as fast as she freaked out, Moxie fell onto the ground. She remained immobile with her eyes shut. In a heap, she was as still as a rock passed out on the floor.
When she was rendered lifeless, Calista grabbed her phone again and dialed up the only number on the call list. She paced around and nervously twirled a strand of her hair.
"Pick up. Pick up-."
"Yeah."
"Isabel, we need to get to that jacket. They know too much and-."
"Wait hold up.," the voice said. "Hi, could I have a number two with a large fry and-."
"Isabel Flynn," Calista said. "Tell Aslovee that things just got a lot more serious. And if we don't find that costume, we're all doomed."
Outside a sandwich shop, Bakugo pushed Lloyd through the front door. They entered with night falling on them like a pile of bricks. Only the building with the shop illuminated the quiet side road.
A side road where a totally not suspicious white minivan sat. Inside this minivan, two more visitors spied on the pro-hero and his student.
A girl, quite pretty with a short blonde bob and deep cerulean eyes put down a set of binoculars on the dashboard. She gasped and pursued her lips together.
"That has to be them," Isabel said.
Next to her, a shorter man with black hair and a pair of raven-black eyes that could make any grown man run for the hills in terror. Extremely handsome and refined in his movements, his young face scowled as he stretched out his arm muscles. Two hilts of twin sword blades stuck out from a harness he fastened to his back. He huffed and grabbed the handle for the door.
"Let's finish this, then," he said in a gruff voice.
"Easy there, cutie," Isabel held out her arm in front of Aslovee's muscled chest. "We gotta just follow them. They'll lead us there."
Aslovee sulked and sat back in his seat. "Can't we just torture them or something?"
Isabel shook her head and pulled at Aslovee's cheek. "Aw, what a precious little murderer! So cute."
Aslovee smacked the hand away. "Stop. You're annoying me again."
"Listen, Mister Victor, things don't work in this universe like your own," Isabel said while running a hand through her hair. "Kids killing each other isn't normal here like where your from.
"Yeah, kids killing each other ain't normal, just fucking flying around and shooting lasers from their eyes," Aslovee said while crossing his arms in indignation.
"Hey, you can't complain," Isabel waved a finger in the air. "You had a whole dystopian Young Adult novel world. Calista had magic. This place has superpowers."
Aslovee raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
Isabel pulled a Glock out of her holster. "All my universe had was ice skating. Oh, and Eight Mile."
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