So now I am in Gym. I found Fire Boy there, apparently everyone in the whole entire school gets to cram themselves in the gymnasium second period and yet no one ever notices each other, or I didn't notice anyone, until... today. We're sitting in chairs and looking at some weird stadium that replaced our lovely, as in horrible, gym. Are we going to see lions attack super-gladiators? Maybe they'll be super lions too. Super-powered beings thrashing at each other with no mercy!
Oh, there's an obstacle course. This just screams competitive sport unknown by the stupid little freshman.
"Warren? What are we staring at?" I asked, ignoring the weird colored people I met on the first day of school. Well, I was talking to Magenta and Layla before, they're okay. But... the other three... they burn my eyes.
"The area for Save the Citizen." He grumbled. Sounds familiar, maybe Boomer explained it but I wasn't paying attention. I can't look at the guy, his shorts are too short.
"Wait, how does this game work again?" He rolled his eyes and waved a hand at the stage thing below us.
"Two pairs of students walk into the ring, one team dubbed hero and the others dubbed villains. Then the heroes try and save the dummy from being shredded while the villains try and stop the heroes."
"That seems easy."
"Sure, whatever you think. Coach Boom gets to pick a team and then the team he chooses gets to pick whether they're heroes or villains and who their opponents are."
"Hothead! Get down to the ring!" Coach Boomer yelled.
"Looks like you'll be getting firsthand experience." Warren smirked.
My face dropped, "Wait, what?"
Warren was already in the ring and suited up, a smirk on his face.
"I choose Perkins!" He yelled up to Boomer.
And I was frozen to the spot. As in seat. Wha? I thought Coach Boom Boom chose teams, not chose one person and leave him to choose someone to share the torture.
"Hey, fire girl! Get down there, that blue dye won't hide you for long." Did he just mock my hair? That Coach was dead. In my thoughts.
"I have to save the fricking citizen? No way." I muttered to myself, "Let the fricking dummy save himself."
Two boys were hopelessly dodging Warren's constant stream of fireballs. I felt sorry for them, yet at the same time I could care less. I had a dummy to save.
So, I was slowly inching away while Warren flew countless fireballs at our opponents. I didn't really know them, at all. One guy looked like he had tentacles and the other one looked like he was powerless.
That was, until, of course, he teleported in front of me with a big giant grin.
"Okay, that's just not cool." I stated. I was only a few feet away from the big giant scissor machine that was going to chop the dummy up in, I spared a glance at the clock, two minutes, then he just pops up and ruins it?
"Sorry, love, but Oi'm not one tah be courtieous." He spoke in a strange mix of an Australian and English accent.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I did the same?" He rose an eyebrow and I kicked him in the gut, watching him fly a few inches back and then grabbing his shoulder and yanking him away from the machine that could ruin his pretty dirty blond hair. I started to climb up and was about to grab the stupid thing when I felt arms wrap around me and in the next second I was next to tentacle boy and dodging fireballs.
"Oh screw this." I said finally, avoiding the wriggling limbs and running back over to Warren, "Is throwing fireballs the only thing you can do?"
"I create fire, I don't control it."
"I hate Boomer." I muttered, grabbing a fireball out of his hand, wincing, and watching it morph into a firing horseman and charge at the unsuspecting villains, changing it into a wall of fire at the last second. The fire slowly spread to everywhere in the arena except for the dummy.
"If you try and teleport outta there, then you must be stupid." I yelled clearly, hoping he'd take my warning seriously, "Fire sucks." I said, making my way through the flames. Warren ran past me, clearly indestructible when it came to fire. Darn, my plan to destroy him with the very fire that he created is obsolete.
I seemed to be wincing a lot. At the feel of the fire licking at my skin and singing my clothes, the warmth, the light. I hated it, I especially hated that I didn't hate it, therefore as soon as Warren yelled that he got the dummy, I made it all go away.
As far as the audience could tell, the flames suddenly disappeared, the villains were scared to death of the fire surrounding them, and the two fire related heroes were carrying a slightly singed dummy. And the blue haired girl was twitching and rubbing her arms.
"Heroes win." Boomer said uncertainly.
"Great, I never want to play this again." I think I'm going to go and throw up now.
"Now, since we established that you two can work well together, split up and pick a partner."
I looked pleadingly at Warren and he shrugged, yelling out "Stronghold!"
"You picked Captain America?"
"He has super strength and can fly."
"Shit."
"Exactly. Prepare to lose."
"I chose a guy who has telekinesis!" I yelled out desperately, hearing no one come forward, "No one can move objects with their minds?" Silence. This was getting embarrassing. Especially since Warren was smirking at me. Again. "Fine! I choose boy who tried to seduce me on the first day of school!"
"My name is Quinn!" A boy with spiked blond hair shouted from the stands before running off to change.
"What's he going to do?" Will asked, stepping into the ring in battle clothes, "Molest people?"
"Ha, you wish." I smirked.
"Stronghold, heroes or villains?" I pouted. How come they get to choose? Sexist.
"Heroes." Will answered automatically.
"Of course you are." Boomer said as Quinn came running into the ring, "Aaaaaand, you have three minutes!"
I rolled my eyes, "Quinn, tell Will to stop flying."
"Will, stop flying."
Automatically Will dropped from the sky like a dead fly.
"What happened?" Will said, jumping up and trying to fly. And looking like an idiot. Jumpy jumpy jumpy.
"Quinn controls people with his voice." I said happily, "I don't know why I thought of a telekinetic before a boy who had me try and kiss him."
Warren rolled his eyes and flamed up, throwing a fireball at Quinn.
"Hey, stop!" Quinn yelled, immediately being saved from the onslaught of fire.
Warren, however, dropped to the floor in wild spasms. The game was forgotten by me and I rushed to him, glaring at Quinn.
"You told him to stop everything, idiot! Tell him to live!"
"Uh, live, man! Breathe! Exist!" Warren took in a huge breath and I sighed.
That was an extremely short game.
Will was running towards the dummy now that his partner was safe and I took a little bit of the fire that was still on Warren's hand and had it fly towards the dummy, burning the rope it was tied up by and falling towards the slicing machine of doom.
Ha, I still won.
And the crowd was either really bored or laughing at the bizarre game.
"Hey, sorry about that." Quinn said, "I wasn't used to having large amounts of fire thrown at me."
"It's fine, freshman." Warren growled, standing up shakily.
"Ugh, now I really feel like throwing up." I moaned.
"You're not the one who almost died."
"It was a shocking experience, okay? I don't do well with bad feelings." My head started pounding and I tumbled into someone.
Hey, who turned off the lights?
Author's Note
So... this chapter sucks, and the next chapter might be the same random loserness, but the chapter after that will have things happen. Who knows? Maybe I'll cram things into the second chapter too.