Greaat, it's Save the Citizen day again.

It's exactly two days since I shattered whatever friendship Warren and I had. Since he actually looked into my eyes.

Lash and Speed were whupping some random students' butts as villains, apparently used to the setup already. And Boomer was used to it, too, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his extremely tall chair.

"Aaand the villains win," He boomed, muttering something about how it was either Lash and Speed or Peace and Stronghold dominating. "Pick your next victims."

"We pick... Perkins." Speed said with a smirk.

Fatty say what?

Lash immediately punched him in the arm before searching the crowd for my dazzling blue hair. What the hell's going on?

"What are you waiting for, hothead!" Boomer.. boomed, "Get down to the changing rooms!"

"God must be out to get me." I grumbled, preparing my long descent towards doom.

"Good luck, Emily!" Layla smiled encouragingly.

"Yeah, try not to get trampled by your own boyfriend." Magenta rolled her eyes.

"Who else?" Boomer demanded.

"And Peace!" Speed yelled out.

Great, it's going to be awkward. Stupid Speed witnessing my awkwardness.

Was this because after he called me Chains I asked if I could call him Tubby?

"Um, hi." I said, suited up in plastic armor and neon colors.

He stared at me before glaring at our opponents, his arms immediately flaming. I jumped about three feet away from him automatically, mentally cursing him and his avoiding techniques. The jerk knew I couldn't talk to him with the fire.

A shot rang out, and the metal whirring spikes of death turned on.

The game was on.

Whoop dee fricking doo.

Speed was suffocating Warren. I don't know how, well I do know how, but I don't know how Speed could live with killing someone. He was running circles around him, really fast. It was like a vortex, sucking all the air out of the circle. You could see Warren gasping for air.

Okay, Emily. What do you do. You don't have super strength, Lash is waiting for you to make your move, and Warren is dying.

Agh, if only I could glue Speed's feet to the ground or something!

Whoa, he stopped. And his shoes are goopy. And stuck to the floor.

Oh, save Warren, right.

"Peace!" Names other than the family names are not acceptable when not on speaking terms. Yet I run to him and hug him anyway, "Are you okay?"

"Fine. We only have a minute." He breathed out, "Save the fucking citizen."

"Give me a spark, then."

"And your fear of fire? The only time you get near it is when you're high from smoking shit." He grumbled, shakily standing up and brushing me off.

"I do not smoke any shit. It's called adrenalin. So light up, stiff."

He rolled his eyes and his hand lit up in flames.

I grabbed it with my hands and threw it to the floor, mentally urging it to spread across the floor. I ran towards the "citizen", knowing Lash couldn't walk through fire in his little safe corner, and climbed up to the edge. I sense that I have previously used the same technique before, only to the extreme. Oh yeah, my first Save the Citizen game.

I could hear Lash and Speed yelling at each other from a distance, for apparently none of them had any clue what powers I had until now. And they paired me with a flame thrower. Smaaaart.

Okay, deathly spinny things and lack of balance. I'm going to die a very painful, shredded death. Might as well just grab the citizen and die with pride.

Wow, death is really uneventful. It's loud, though. But really dark.

And it feels like a pair of hands are groping me.

Am I in hell?

Oh, my eyes are just closed.

Hello stripes! Oh, yeah. Speaking helps.

"Hello stripes! What happened?"

Aw, he's carrying me bridal style! He must have grabbed me at the last minute from dropping into a vat of shiny painful things. How sweet!

"Were you dropped on your head as a kid or were you just born a complete and utter idiot?" Okay, that's not stripes, that's Warren.

"Um, I'm still contemplating which scenario fits my life best."

"Back off, Peace." Stripes growled.

"Shove it, Livingston."

Okay, too much testosterone.

Hey, I'm carrying the dummy. It's like Lash is carrying a baby... carrying a baby. Baby sandwich!

"Mind explaining to me why I'm clutching a stupid doll?"

"You had a panic attack." Warren growled, "Because you don't think."

"I told you to back off. Maybe if you actually did something to help her she wouldn't've had a panic attack and I wouldn't've had to stop her from falling into the pit of razors."

"I was too busy dealing with the aftermath of having the air sucked out of me. And yeah, I can't fly."

"Maybe if you could-"

"How about you two stop yelling?"

"It's your life, freshman." And Warren has left the building. Probably to change out of the ridiculous motocross costume.

"Save me, save me!"

"I already did, you stupid doll!" I grabbed a flame that people with fire extinguishers have yet to put out and burnt the stupid thing to bits. Why am I afraid of fire again? Oh yeah.

"How's Speed doing?" I asked, once I calmed down a bit.

"His shoes are completely stuck to the ground. It's weird, nothing like that ever happened before, his sneakers are just fused with the floor."

"Is he walking around barefoot?" Lash nodded, deep in thought.

Hopefully his thoughts didn't melt shoes to the floor, either.

Author's Note: Gasp, does she have a new power? All will be revealed. Eventually.