Full Moon High – Dreamverse

Chapter 2: Joys of Being Me Redux… And the End of Me

Earth 3604 (Not the Main Earth)

2013

America

Everett, Washington

Everett was the county seat of and the largest city in Snohomish County, Washington, United States. It was also one of the most forest filled states in all of the US. Its biggest was Forest Park.

Sherman High School

The school was just like any other high school; a relic from the 1950s. With its six story window doorway and impressive six story height, it would have passed on as a combination of a cathedral and a college to anyone else. However, the school was also equipped with the most advanced security system known to most security companies. Its major feature was an all-campus lockdown; meaning, that once the timer went off at the end of the school day, the place locked itself no tighter than the Louvre in France, and Fort Knox, Texas combined. Meaning if someone was locked in there, no one would get out until school opened up the next morning. Teens of all shapes and sizes were entering the school, just as the late bell rang. And one of the teens walking into the building was one of the few attending.

Main Hallway

Locker Area

The teen, whom nobody noticed in the crowded hallway, was practically unnoticed to all. He was a young man at the age of sixteen, slim build but not gangly, Caucasian, with black messy hair with bangs on the left side being unkempt, and blue eyes, hidden behind glasses. He wore a black T-shirt, with blue baggy jeans, and red and white sneakers with a blue and black hooded sports authority jacket halfway zipped up, a green long sleeved sweater tied around his waist, and a black backpack on his left shoulder. He was Peter Talbot, a loner and outcast, considering that both his parents were dead, and that he was raised and cared for by his estranged grandfather, Sir John Talbot.

He walked down the hallway, gliding or pushing himself through the crowded hallway. Even when he walked down the hallway, no one seemed to notice as they went to their lockers, to the bathroom to freshen up, or any of that stuff. However, there were kids that looked at him with much disgust or looks that said 'You Don't Belong Here'. But Peter didn't care; in fact, he could care less about what they thought of him. He didn't need everybody to love him; all he had were his friends. And he was meeting up with one near the locker.

He walked over to his locker, but noticed a teen couple was making out over it. He sighed, knowing full well it was gonna be one of those days. As they turned a little, he walked over, and put in his combination, and attempted to open it. Unfortunately, the couple was proving it difficult for him. Though, he managed to get his books out alright, and stepped back, as the making out couple rolled over it closing it.

However, the girl stopped, as she looked at Talbot, disgusted, as she shot out, "Do you mind?"

He shook his head, and walked away, as he got what he needed. He put them in his book bag. But just when he was about to leave, something, or rather someone, had caught his attention.

Opening one of his lockers and putting stuff in and taking stuff out, was a boy his age. The guy was small in height, was also slightly larger, sixteen years of age. He had a slight plump face, despite his slim frame, and had wavy brown hair, which covered his eyes. His hair covers his eyes making his eyes unseeable, despite him still being able to see clearly. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, a black winter vest with a hood, baggy jeans, and a pair of white and black sneakers. He was also in the possession of a camera, digital in its design, and a shoulder pack with camera equipment. His name was Michael Corvis, Peter's best friend, photographer, as well as an expert in getting 'gold' for him and the boys.

Once he was close, he smirked and patted his friend on the back, a friendly greeting or two, "Hey, Mikey!"

Mikey turned and smirked, "Hey, Peter." The two gave each other a high five, and a bear hug, as the two greeted over, "So, you excited about Spring Break?"

"Oh, plenty of it," Peter smirked, as Mikey finished with his locker, and the two walked over to homeroom. "I'm thinkin' about hitting the arcade for almost the whole week. Topped with movie going, Barnes n' Nobels, added with just sleeping in."

Mikey looked to his friend, completely credulous, as he groaned, "Dude. We need to get you to go outside more."

Homeroom

Class 3-A was one of the most teen-filled classrooms ever, and had the reputation of being filled with the most rambunctious, mischievous, most intelligent, as well as problematic students in all the school's history. That and it was slightly the strangest. There were exchange students from either Arabia, China, or Africa. Underage students or students that looked underage. But other than those things, it was not your typical classroom, although a school having a security system like a lockdown system similar to Fort Knox and the Vandicut Asylum for the Criminally Insane wasn't all that normal either.

As Peter and Mikey entered the room, they took notice of their classmates. Among them, was a trio of trouble, who were extremely easy on the eyes.

She was a blonde Caucasian of sixteen, with a slender body to die for, blonde hair that went down her back, with bangs dangling down her neck and touching her chest, with a few bangs swept to the right, never even covering her dazzling green eyes. You could tell she was rich from the way she dressed, which was a lacey white shirt, a red vest, and a satin black skirt that was loose enough for movement and ended at her knees, with leather boots. Her name was Ashley Norwest, Peter's class rep, a rich girl from a clean financial family, member of the Flower-Arrangement Club, and the high school beauty queen.

The second girl was another drop dead beauty, with dark tanned skin and long black hair, Pouter-Rican/American, sixteen years old, and dazzling brown eyes. She had a slender figure, with a silent girl attitude to her. She wore a black turtleneck sleeveless shirt that clung to her chest, a white leather jacket that ended above her belly button with her sleeves rolled up mid her forearms. Blue jeans that clung to her thighs, and boots as well. Her name was Maria DeBlanca, head of the archery club.

The third girl accompanying them was perhaps the third beauty among them. She appeared Caucasian, fifteen years of age, with long pink hair, with two long bangs going down each side of her head, with her actual hair extending to her waist. Her eyes appeared to be colored pin, matching her hair. She was a girl of average height and slim; her boobs were rather small though. She wore a blue mini-skirt and a long sleeved white top, and a brown belt dangling around her waist, and had a turtle-shaped backpack. Her name was Sarah Pattrel, the school billionaire girl, as well as another cheerleading beauty.

The Beauty Trio was what they were called. They were part of the top ten hotties, but the three were also the most ruthless when it came to picking on the less-popular, namely Peter. But even though he didn't have a chance with her, he couldn't help but steal a glance at her. Even though he was a loser, he was like every boy in the school: he found Ashley to be a real knockout beauty. Unfortunately, the perfect beauty… was dating the perfect scum boyfriend.

And unfortunately, he happened to be in the room, bump into Peter, and grab him by the collar of his shirt. He was a cacuasian of seventeen, a centimeter taller than Peter or Mikey, with dirty blonde hair curled and short, blue cold eyes, and with a look reading 'I kill you on sight'. He was dressed in a tight long sleeve blue shirt, dirty blue jeans, a black watch, and combat boots. His name was Roland Zellinski, a foreign exchange student from Paris, a member of the Lacrosse Team, and a major asshole and sadist. And he was about to prove it, by throttling Peter.

"Hey, Roland," Peter managed to wheeze out. "How's it hangin'?"

"Do not play a fool with me, Talbot. I saw you looking at my woman," Roland hissed out, as he smashed Peter on a vacant desk. And then, to Mikey's and Peter's horror, he pulled out what appeared to be a diamond Lacrosse championship ring… and dug the diamond tip in Peter's neck, scratching a cut across his neck. Blood drew out, but it wasn't enough to kill him, just scar him, as Roland threatened, "A woman like Ashley is out of your league. I ever see you near her again, as such. I'll kill you…"

"Roland, enough!"

Both boys turned, as did Mikey, and saw Ashley standing with her hands on her hips, and looking silently PO'ed at Roland. She turned to Roland next, fixing her with a cool gaze, "Put him down Roland! I don't really care if you want to make a fool of yourself, but I won't let you bring down the rest of the class along with you." As Roland was slowly giving into her, Peter was a bit stunned, as Ashley was sticking up for him. But all that shattered as she finished, "If you want to beat him up, do it after school. The last thing I want is to have my boyfriend suspended before the Sadie Hawkins dance at the end of April."

Roland, after a moment of pause, pulled Peter back on his feet, and whispered to him a threat, "You ever go near her again… and it will be more than just a scar. I will finish you." He then hissed at him, almost to the point of biting his nose off, and walked back to his seat.

Mikey ran over ot Peter, and pulled out a paper towel, pressing it on his wound, "Here, apply pressure and it should stop the bleeding." Peter nodded, as the two sat down in their desks, which were next to each other. As Peter applied it, Mikey shook his head, "Boy, if Christie sees you with that, she'll probably flip out at Roland."

"Yeah, maybe," Peter groaned, as he pressed the towel to the cut, "So long as Roland doesn't try and hit on her."

"Nah, I doubt it," Mikey shook his head, "Roland's an asshole, but he's not an asshole in heat." Peter gave him a credulous look, and for a moment, Mikey finally gave up, "Okay, so he's a sceevy horndog of an asshole. But look at it this way, he's got his eyes on Ashley. Who for the love of me can't figure out why a smokin' hot classy girl like her, is dating the high school's douche bag of the year."

Peter shrugged, as he gave his hypothesis, "I think she does it because she thinks she can change him. She's one of those people who try to see the good in almost everyone."

Mikey arched an eyebrow at Peter, then to Ashley, and then finally to Roland. At the moment, Roland tripped over another student who was passing by, and made threatening glares at them. Mikey looked to Peter, who also had the same look, and whispered, "I think she's got a chance to change him… when Hell freezes over."

"I still can't figure out what she ever saw in that guy," Peter shrugged. Not even sure if he wanted to know what she saw in him.

Suddenly, somebody burst through the door, and leaned on the rim of the open door, wheezing for air. she was a caucasian girl was around fifteen years of age, with a slim and slender figure. She had clear skin, and long flowing bright auburn brown hair that went down her back and tied in a long ponytail, with the front of her hair brushed to her right. She had bottle lens glasses that hid her brown eyes, and she was currently glued to a tiny handheld computer in a shoulder backpack slung on to her left shoulder. She wore a black hooded T-shirt with a slim red sweater jacket halfway zipped up, a red mini-skirt, and long red and white striped stockings, with white sneakers. She was Christine Argent, a hacker in her profession, nerdy girl, and friend of both Mikey and Peter. But she was Peter's first friend since he had moved to Everett, since he was seven.

She straightened herself out, and calmly walked into the classroom, and past the Beauty School Trio, and back to where Peter and Mikey were. She waved to them, "Hey, guys…" and sat down behind Peter, as she silently counted down to one, until…

RIIIIIIIIIINGGG!

She nodded in accomplishment, "And made it with time to spare." as soon as she looked at both boys, she smirked and waved to them, "Hey, guys. The day can begin." She then winked at Peter, "Morning, Peter."

Peter nodded, "Morning, Christie." Once they said their hellos, class began, as the lesson started. However, as the lesson started, Christie looked at Peter's back for a moment, and lightly blushed. It appeared that if anyone cared to notice, Christine had more than just friendship for Peter… but he didn't see it, or was too dense to notice it.

Lunchtime

Cafeteria

All the students were getting their lunches from the serving area, while most of them sat down with the lunches they did bring. Peter, Mikey, and Christine had gotten their trays from the serving line, and sat alone at an empty table. They didn't really sit next to anyone, but to them it was okay; no one ever did sit with the three, even back in middle school. Christie took out a book entitled, the Beast of Geavudean, opened it, and read as she ate.

It was while they ate, they noticed Ashley, Maria, and Roland walk in, along with a few jocks. Sarah walked along with her left arm slung around the right arm of a teenager around her age. Like Peter and Michael, he was a Caucasian sixteen-year old with short cut Black Brown hair, military style, but had a few strands of tussles sticking out in on the front right side, with dark brown eyes, slightly dark tanned skin, and of medium build and height. He was dressed in blue and white sweats, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he wore white and black sneakers. He was Thomas Sizemore, or Tommy for short, a self-made punk among the class, and he seemed pretty miffed. Then again, he always seemed miffed.

He and Sarah started dating during their Freshmen year. It was a talked about topic around the two; the self-made punk boy with the billionaire pink-haired cheerleader girl. She was also a refined cheerleader who seemed she should go date a boy who would have been a rich kid too. But Thomas was one of the best Lacrosse players on the team; a star player. So it would only be reasonable that the two would be dating, as a much talked about topic or power couple. But strangely enough, when no one was watching them, they seemed to share some rather spicy intimate moments when they were alone together.

As they were walking in, the speaker phone was sounding off. As it did, a male voice spoke up, announcing current events: ATTENTION STUDENTS. THIS IS PRINCIPAL FLOOTY REMINDING YOU THAT TODAY IS THE LAST DAY TO SIGN UP FOR THE WOLFCREEK SPRING BREAK CAMPING TRIP. REMEMBER, IT'S YOUR SPRING BREAK, WHAT BETTER WAY THAN TO SPEND IT OUTDOORS. And then it stopped as the trio of girls walked straight to the Jocks' table.

The trio of friends looked to one another, and only two, being Mikey and Christie nodding in agreement. But Peter seemed a bit in confusion on that topic. Then the two looked to him, with scheming smirks on their faces, making him even more confused. Until Peter figured it out, as it clicked, "Oh no. no, no, no. I'm not…"

"Oh, you're coming along the camping trip," Christie insisted, as she pointed a fork at him playfully. "C'mon, it'll be fun, Peter. You could use the fresh air."

"Until I pass out," Peter stated the obvious, "You guys know I have asthma. I also have a weak immune system."

"Yeah, plus whenever you get into a fight, you're always the guy who loses," Mikey pointed out, as he was about ot eat his lunch.

Christie and Peter, reluctantly Peter, nodded in agreement, but Christine insisted, "Well, maybe if you got outdoors a little more, it might do you some good in the future."

"How?" Peter asked, a bit skeptical on that fact.

However, that argument was put to rest, as suddenly, Roland popped up from behind, and grabbed Mikey. "Well, look what we have here?" and flipped the struggling Mikey upside down, as he walked over to their table. Christie and Peter followed after them, as Roland pointed Mikey's head to the ground over a tray of spilled chili, "Looks like I found a new use for you, Corvis: a human mop."

Mikey struggled as he defied the action, "Dude! That chili's still hot! I don't wanna run the risk of my scalp burning."

As the two friends came through, they already could see a crowd of student forming around the asshole and their friend. They chanted for Mikey to mop up the mess, and didn't care who would get hurt. Ashley seemed to try and scold Roland to stop, but he wouldn't listen to her. Apparently, the guy was a sociopath who enjoyed tormenting others. And as Peter and Christie broke through, Peter had enough.

He got inot the center, and shouted, "Roland, knock it off and put him down!"

Roland didn't care for him, as he merely responded, "If he doesn't work out, you'll get yoru chance. So wait your turn."

"Put him down!"

"Wait your turn!"

"PUT HIM DOWN!"

"WAIT YOUR TURN, YOU WORMY NOBODY!"

Finally, Peter got so fed up, he finally shouted, "PUT HIM DOWN, FRANCIS!"

The crowd hushed over, as whispered gasps were sounded out. Even Peter gulped at this, as he saw Roland turn his attention to him, and dropped Mikey to the floor. Mikey scrambled back to his feet, as Christie rushed over to help him up, as all they could do was watch as Roland slowly strolled towards Peter. Peter gulped, as he nervously asked, "Shouldn't have said your real name, should I?"

"Nope. But now, I'm going to kill you. For real," Roland threatened, as he cracked his knuckles. And he delivered a powerful punch to Peter's stomach, causing Peter to hunch over and grab his stomach in agony. But Roland didn't let up, as he delivered a powerful right cross to Peter's face, sending him crashed to the ground. Peter tried to get up, but Roland kicked him in the stomach, as he threatened, "Stay down, Talbot." But Peter remained defiant, as he slowly tried to get back to his feet, but Roland kicked him harder, as he shouted, "I SAID STAY DOWN, TALBOT! YOU WEAK AND MISERABLE NOBODY!" And then proceeded to kick the snot out of the downed boy, despite him not attempting to get back up.

Until Christie ran up, and pounced at Roland, beating his shoulder in, "Leave him alone, Roland! Leave him…!"

"SHADDUP!" and threw her aside, nearly knocking her into a table. Then Roland shouted, almost daring someone, "WHO ELSE WANTS TO FIGHT ME, EH? WHO WANTS ME TO KIL THEM?!"

"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!" somebody shouted, as the crowd backed away to make room for the authority figure. The man appeared Caucasian in appearance, early forties, physically fit for a scrawny fellow, short brown hair and brown eyes, and from his tone of voice and looks, he appeared to be of British origin. He wore a grey T-shirt, brown coat, blue jeans and brown shoes. His name was Paul Vincent, the Biology Class, as well as coach of the Lacrosse team. And boy, was he pissed at Zellinski.

He pulled Roland away roughly by his shirt, and snarled, "Roland Zellinski. What exactly did we discuss about your behavior. If you have aggression, work it on the field, not the students."

"I wasn't being aggressive," Roland lied.

"Oh, really," Coach Vincent asked, as he pointed to the recovered Christine, helping out a slowly recovering but bruised Peter. "Well, what was all this? A misunderstanding involving you being misunderstood? Or were you being a wankin' asshole? As always." Roland remained silent, obviously denying anything about all this, thinking he could get away with this. But Vincent wasn't letting it go this easily, as he shrugged, "Okay, fine. Expect to have a cold Spring Break. You're not going on the Camping trip. Instead, you'll spend it on school community service… as my janitor for the gym stadium, the locker room, and anything else I can come up with."

Roland looked appalled at that idea, and turned to Ashley to help him. However, she turned a blind eye, obviously upset that he'd act like a major asshole. Roland huffed out anger, as he seethed out, "My foster parents will tan my hyde for this, Coach."

"Well, you should have thought about that, before you attempted murder in this cafeteria, with half the staff watching you," Vincent shrugged off, and walked away, planning to make the necessary paperwork.

Once he was gone, Peter and Christine were back on their feet, with Mikey helping them both. But Roland stomped towards the trio, as he snarled, "The next chance I get… I'll kill you, Talbot." And stomped off, pushing Ashley and the others away.

Once the three were left alone, the trio gulped in fear towards one another. If there was one thing they learned during their freshmen year, you never piss off Roland Zellinski like that. The kid had a major asshole temper that couldn't be tempered with. It made him do stupid things, and he didn't care what happened. One time when someone looked at Ashley the wrong way, they ended up with their legs broken, and with almost no chance of walking again. Somehow Roland seemed to get away with it, but Coach Vincent seemed to be the only one to do something about it.

Now they knew they had to stay away for Spring Break, if they wanted to stay out of the hospital, let alone live. Peter gulped, as he shrugged, "Then again, maybe some fresh air would be nice for Spring Break. Isolation in a forest beats being in a crowded area."

Christine nodded, "Any place that doesn't have Roland Francis Zellinski around to kill us would be a paradise vacation. For life, right about now."

The three teens nodded, and remained quiet, until Mikey spoke up, "Yeah." And then pulled out a camera, "And besides, camping trip's always got half-naked girls to video."

Christie and Peter looked at him, even as Christie looked at him in disgust, until Peter pointed out, "You do realize this is Everett, Washington. The temperature's always between 60 and 40 degrees; it's always cold and rainy here."

Mikey frowned, as he denied, "Hey, I can dream, can't I?"

Suddenly, a loud boom was heard from outside, which caught everyone's attention. As they turned to the west to overhear it, a bright light was shined which caused everyone to get down on the ground to cover themselves. Christie grabbed onto Peter as she tried to help shield him but what happened was too late, as Peter was able to seem a bright blastwave coming at them. The light blastwave struck them, blinding all color say for black silhouettes, as they were all suddenly wiped away into dust. The outside of the campus was blasted away, taking some of the teams with them. All over the world, a bright light consumed all, as it engulfed everything, and following the light came a great big darkness that snuffed it all out.

Earth 3604A… had been destroyed, and all with it.

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But… not all was gone for good.

Wow, what an opneing... and such a bold change from the original source material. But don't fret, there's gonna be a happy reveal, so nobody start a funeral yet.

Next Chapter: The Center of the Multiverse; New World, Beginnings, and Mission