Author's note: Hi, everyone! I hope you're enjoying this story so far! I'm currently sick with a cold, so updates might get slow for a while.
As for when 'Experiments to Rebels: the Fight for Freedom' will be updated, I'm not sure. FlaminDead is on a break right now to take some time for personal stuff. I hope you all will be respectful in his decision.
Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
The next day, Jojo and Delilah met up with the new kids at their table in their history class.
"Ok, so...what's your power?" Cora asked Jojo and Delilah.
"Well...just simple telekenisis, really." Jojo said, using his powers to lift a book off the table and set it down again.
"I'm just really strong." Delilah shrugged. "But I can change my body to increase my strength."
"We shouldn't really talk about it right now..." Jojo said, getting a bit nervous as other students started staring and whispering.
The bell rang and the group stood to head off to their classes. Delilah and Chris went to meet up with their JROTC class in the gym, most cadets were in their PT uniforms: a simple off white t-shirt with the school mascot on the back and the words 'Wisp Batallion' around the picture, and some were either wearing shorts or sweatpants with a sweatshirt that had the same design as the t-shirt. Others were in their normal clothes.
"Alright, cadets, go change if you have to!" General Masters called out as he took attendance.
Chris stood there a minute, only wearing the shirt under his jacket, then went to the locker room to change. He came back wearing the full PT uniform, complete with the matching sweatshirt, and had actually put on a pair of atheletic shoes instead of his boots.
Delilah, who was just wearing the t-shirt and shorts, looked at the taller cadet. "Dude, take the sweater off."
"You KNOW why I've got it on." He told her.
"Just take it off, nobody's gonna say anything about your arm..." Delilah rolled her eyes. "...now take it off or I'll rip it off of you."
Chris sighed. "Fine..."
He took off the sweater and tossed it to the side with his books. A few students, mainly girls, were caught staring because the shirt was a little more form fitting on Chris than the other guys.
"Alright, Cadets, back off! Give the newbie some space." Delilah said with a bit of a growl as some of the girls were crowding the new kid.
The girls backed off and ran to finish their warm-ups for training.
Chris looked at Delilah, a smirk plastered on his face. "Jealous?"
"No!" Her face was blood red with both anger and embarrassment.
"Suuure, whatever." He said, bending down to the smaller girl's height. "You like me~"
Delilah just pushed him away and started stretching to prepare for PT.
(Moments Later)
General Masters stood at a table and had a deck of cards in his hand. "Alright, line up! We're playing a game called Cards. You draw a card and whatever is on the card determines what you do. Delilah, you first."
Delilah drew the top card. "Ace of Spades."
General Masters took the card back and placed it on the table. "Five laps around the gym."
Delilah nodded and took off running while the rest of the cadets started drawing their cards and doing whatever they were assigned from the card they got. Delilah and Chris ended up in line together, the latter standing awfully close to the former.
"Back up a bit, will you?" Delilah whispered.
"You know you like being this close to me." Chris whispered back, grinning as he stepped closer.
Delilah growled and elbowed him in the gut before stepping up and drawing her card: Queen of clubs which meant fifteen push-ups. Chris was next and got King of clubs which meant he had to do just a few more than Delilah. It became a bit of a competition as the two dropped down to the floor across from each other, seeing who would get done first. They finished just seconds apart and rushed to get back in line.
(In Biology)
Jojo sighed as he and Cora worked on their assigned while Cameron had fallen asleep...again. Jojo had been a bit distracted, especially since two more students were added to his class. One was a guy that was actually dressed in a suit and had his dark hair slicked back. The other one was a really busty blonde that had on a pink shirt, really short jeans shorts, and pink three inch heels. They were seated in front of Jojo and his group, and he couldn't stop glancing at them.
"Are you ok?" Cora asked when Jojo dropped his pencil and she noticed he was staring blankly at the people in front of them. When she looked at the two with her own eyes, she woke her older brother up.
"...huh? What's goin' on?" Cameron asked sleepily, then he looked in the direction the other two were and his facial expression became one that looked like his heart was ripped out of his chest. "Not those two..." He sighed, shrinking down in his seat.
"Who are they?" Jojo asked.
"My ex and her new boyfriend..." Cameron said, covering his face with his hands.
"Wait...what are they talking about?" Jojo whispered, setting his phone to record a video as he used his powers to move his phone behind the two in front of him.
After a moment, he brought the phone back and watched the video.
?: "This is the school they're going to, right?"
?: "Yeah, it is. And they've made friends with two of the star students."
?: "I know that, two of the three we came here to spy on are behind us with one of the two others."
?: "Be quiet or they'll hear you!"
?: "Ok, whatever. What's the first thing on our list to do here?"
?: "Make that Berserker kid lose it and expose themself."
?: "But which one is the Berserker?"
?: "We'll have to confront them after school and find out."
That was the end of the video. Jojo, Cameron, and Cora looked at each other.
"We have to do something..." Jojo said.
(Lunch)
The group met up at their table in the cafeteria and sat in mostly silence, save for the sound of other students in the large room all talking and making noise all at once. Delilah knew something was bothering Jojo when she looked at him, he wasn't smiling like usual. She also noticed something was wrong with Cora and Cameron as they had started a conversation with Chris and it didn't seem to be going well.
"Delilah, watch this." Jojo said as he started playing the video on his phone before handig it to Delilah.
Bad idea...
As soon as the video was over, Delilah handed Jojo his phone and got up to go find the two kids that were threatening to make something happen.
Jojo looked at ths three siblings. "Stay here." He then rushed off and followed Delilah down the hallway.
When Jojo finally caught up with Delilah, she was standing across from the two students from the video. There was already a small crowd starting to form which made Jojo fear that if Delilah went to far, a lot of peoople would get hurt.
"Oh, you're both here! Perfect." said the blonde girl from the video.
"We have a few questions." the guy said as he glared at Jojo and Delilah.
"Be careful what you ask..." Delilah said in a threatening voice.
"Fiesty, I like you." the blonde said with a slight grin.
"Cut it, Tawna, I know it's you." Delilah growled, then looked at the guy with her. "You, too, Pinstripe."
The duo just looked at each other and shrugged, then there was a light around them that quickly faded to reveal that Delilah was right about who these two newer students were: Tawna Bandicoot and Pinstripe Potoroo.
"What are you two doing here?" Jojo asked in disbelief, stepping up next to Delilah.
"Just a little recon mission, nothing that important." Pinstripe answered. "Now, where's your three new friends?"
"You leave them outta this!" Delilah said.
Tawna grinned and got in Delilah's face. "Why should we? You know who they are, that's why we're here."
"Back. Away. NOW." Delilah breathed, her heartrate was speeding up and her eyes were turning a dark blue that was slowly turning black.
Tawna stepped back, satisfied as she knew she got something started, and stood next to Pinstripe as he got out his gun. Students scattered and ran as he took aim and started firing at Jojo and Delilah. Jojo used his powers to stop most of the bullets by creating a forcefield, while the ones he couldn't catch simply bounced off of Delilah's skin as if she was wearing some type of armor.
Tawna backed away even further, so did Pinstripe.
"I thought they said the girl would be the telepath and the guy would be the berserker?" Tawna said, looking at her partner.
"Cortex said there was a chance..." Pinstripe pretty much hissed at her.
"That's where you're wrong." Delilah told them, her body already changed to match that of Tiny Tiger when he was first introduced in the games. "Now you better run and hope the guards get you before I do!" Her voice was slightly deeper and had an echo to it, her eyes were black and her teeth had sharpened themselves to dangerous points.
The villain duo turned and ran, Delilah began to follow when Jojo grabbed her wrist to stop her as guards easily caught up to Pindtripe and Tawna. Pinstripe's gun was taken from him and he and Tawna were forced back to human form before they were thrown in detention.
"You alright, Del?" Jojo asked, turning to his friend as she was now back to her small size again and holding her head in pain.
"Yeah...I'm fine, just a headache..." she breathed. "...some of those bullets left marks, though..."
Delilah looked at her arms to see a few small places left by some of the bullets, then she pulled a bullet out of her collarbone. They looked to see the siblings rushing towards them.
"Don't worry, I took care of the problem." Delilah said as her eyes and voice returned to normal. "Just a few small wounds, nothing I can't handle."
"We heard gunshots." Cora said, worried.
Delilah paused. "It was Pinstripe and Tawna, they've been sent after the three of you...as well as me and Jojo for some reason."
Jojo looked at Delilah and the other three, confused.
Delilah sighed. "Jojo, I'll tell you later...right now...I need to go to the infermary..."
Delilah's eyes closed as she fell over from exhaustion. Chris caught her and Jojo lead the way to the infermary, the nurse already knew what to do since Delilah had been in a situation like this before.
None of them left her there, though, and stayed with her until it was time to go home.
