"Haha. Loser..." a kid yelled as he threw a punch at the other kid. The other kid fell backwards, blood dripping from his mouth. The kid cried as the bigger one got closer to him, popping his knuckles.
"You're fin-"'
All of a sudden, a kid wearing glasses slammed a fist at the thug. The thug skidded across the ground before he hit the wall. The other kid stared at the boy. The boy had brown hair, blue eyes, peach skin, and black square glasses. He wore a white T-shirt, jeans, and black tennis shoes. His blue eyes glowed as he sends a bone-crushing wave of rocks at him, killing him in a instant. The little kid started to whimper as the boy held out his hand.
"Name's Tyler Christie. What's yours?"
The kid sniffed as he tried to say his name out. "S-S-Stan..."
The glowing from Tyler's eyes eased as Stan grabbed his hand, pulling him up to his feet. That Stan had a question.
"How...are you be able to see me?" Stan asked.
Tyler stared at him. Then he sighed. "I don't know. I had this since I was little. I don't know why but that's why I don't have any friends.."
Stan looked at the boy. Then he smiled. "Oh really? How about this: why don't we be friends?"
Tyler raised an eyebrow. He grinned as he slapped Stan on the back. "Sure. Why not?"
The sun was setting as the two ran out of the alley, talking and laughing. Just right above them, a woman with a black cloak sat on a magic broomstick.
"Ooooh, lucky me. I have myself the best pawn in the world. Tyler Christie, when the time is right, you shall enter a game... of life and death!"
And when that time was right, he was 17 years old, getting ready for 11th grade. Until a letter came... inviting him to Video Game High. But first...