*And I finally got around to writing again.*

The two of them whipped around, just succeeding in then being hoisted up into the air by their necks. Connor was keeping Freddy up while Terrence had a hold on Elliot. Both looked severely pissed.

"Shit!" Freddy yelled, grasping at his throat and kicking around in a try of escape. The commotion had stirred interest to spread through the onslaught of students like wildfire, and everyone's eyes were on the fight beginning to arise.

"You sorry fucks!" Connor bellowed. "Its all your Goddamned fault!"

Freddy coughed, and Connor tightened his grip, having him wince. Elliot's vocal cords produced a low growl to escape him, and the most loathsome scowl he could muster formed on his face. In the shadows where no one could see his once plum colored irises brightened to a shade of redish-maroon, almost like blood.

Terrence was hurled away from him, slamming back-first into the metal of the bus that had not yet left. He fell to the asphalt, out cold. Elliot landed on his feet with a thump, snapping his head to the side with a murderous glare Connor's way.

"Let him go," he commanded, his voice deep and raspy. It sounded demonic, inhuman.

Connor scoffed, and unimpressed smirk playing his lips. "Or what, freak-a-zoid? You gunna go cry to your GIRLFRIEND?"

For emphasis that he didn't care he gripped Freddy's neck tighter. He went limp with closed eyes, head lolling on his shoulder, unconscious.

Elliot's eyes darkened to a penetrating black, and he clenched his teeth and fists. The jock rose about ten feet off the ground (Freddy dropping to the ground in the process, lying in a heap) and was forcibly pegged at the ground.

Elliot stepped forward, and he was once again lifted multiple feet in the air. The routine was repeated until Jordin and Ruby finally came, and Connor's face was so mangled, bloody, and distorted you wouldn't even know it was him. Now to accompany his broken nose he'd have a broken face.

"Elliot? Elliot, can you hear me?" Ruby. She was shaking him, trying to bring him back to reality. Her voice sounded distant to him, whispered, elongated. It was as if it took a lifetime for his brain to process what he was hearing.

When he did a huge tidal wave of senses blocked his vision and control of his body, making him feel sick. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was himself collapsing and too-green grass with dirt and pebbles.

Then nothing.

~Later~

"... what do you MEAN 'they caused a disturbance'? There are bruises on both of their necks! Someone was choking them, and from what I heard it was the two boys found by the bus!"

That was the first thing Elliot heard. His eyes, now back to their original violet, shot open, and he sat upright so fast he thought his spine would bust in two, gasping for breath.

"Elliot!" Squinting his eyes he tried to make sense of where exactly he was, two pairs of arms wrapping around his now sweat-shirtless torso, enveloping him in a hug.

Everything was so blurry. Where were his glasses? Shakily he rubbed his eyes, groaning in pain from the ache in his limbs screaming for him to stop moving.

He crashed back down on the cushiony mattress of the bed he was in, eyelids feeling heavy. Everything he looked at was hard to see, and really bright.

"... glasses?..." he asked in a hoarse voice, and he saw a blackish shape reposition. Soon the spectacles were placed before his eyes, granting him sight.

The 'blackish shape' was really Jordin dressed in her ever so gothic clothes. Ruby was on his other side, looking thoroughly concerned.

Jordin looked up to Ruby, saying, "I better look after Freddy." A grunt came from behind her to his right.

"F- Freddy?" Elliot whispered. Oh no, what did I do to him? he thought exasperatedly. Whenever his 'powers' worked up he wouldn't remember any of what happened. Talk about wrongful amnesia.

Ruby pat his arm with a reassuring smile, Jordin moving off to the person (or fourteen year old) on Elliot's right. "It's okay, El." Freddy's fine."

"Wh- what happened?" he muttered, gripping the sheets of the bed he was in until his knuckles turned white. "Where am I? Where are WE?"

"The hospital, dear," the voice he had heard earlier said sweetly. It was a woman with jet black hair reaching her elbows put up in a bun with a clip. He skin was pale, but not so pale it was white or blue, and she had Elliot's eyes. She was wearing gray, professional clothes.

Elliot smiled in relief. "Hi, mom."

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked, snapping her phone shut and walking up to the side of his bed Jordin had been standing, smiling.

"Like a million bucks," he answered sarcastically. His smile fell. "Where's Freddy?"

"Over here," a satisfied voice came from behind his mother, Ariel. She looked over her shoulder and moved out the way, causing Elliot to grin, much as Freddy was.

"When will you ever learn?" he asked, Ruby unsuccessfully sustaining her giggles.

"Never," Freddy admitted, waving the small piece of paper as though a flag. It had a blonde nurse's number on it.

"Freddy, you're only fourteen!" Jordin scolded, but snickered, either way.

"Yeah, but that don't- er, doesn't mean I can't have a LITTLE fun. I mean, come on! I'm in the frickin' hospital! Cut a guy some slack, why don't you!" he said, arms falling back to his sides. He scoffed, then rubbed his neck, wincing.

"Dammit, this hurts," he hissed, Jordin picking up the ice pack on the bedside table. She gently placed it on his neck, having him take a sharp intake of breath, groping at her hand with narrowed eyes.

"Gah, that's cold!" he said, unsuccessfully trying to pull the pack off. "And it hurts!"

"Freddy, YER the one that complained about your neck," Jordin said sternly, keeping it in place. "If you don't have the ice on, the bruises won't heal properly- like that cut on your arm."

Elliot looked down to the heavily bandaged area of Freddy's left arm, shoulder to elbow. It looked a little soaked with red blood from the inside out.

Freddy scoffed again, cringing. "It. HURTS. More than the stupid scratch."

"It could've been infected, you idiot," Ruby snapped.

"But it wasn't," Freddy shot back. When ruby couldn't think of a response, Freddy stuck out his tongue in a childish way, silently saying he'd won.

"Did... I, do that?" Elliot asked in a quiet voice, shame thick in it. He believed it was his fault Freddy was in distress, AND why they BOTH were in the hospital.

Freddy looked to him with slightly stunned eyes. "Of course not!"

"It was the two sporties, Connor and Terrence," Jordin scowled, blue eyes narrowing. "The sorry bastards."

"They wrung you guys in the air like puppets!" Ruby exclaimed. "I nearly got rid a them myself!" She looked to Elliot, who appeared to be thinking the whole conversation over. He still had no memory of the event whatsoever. All he remembered was talking with Freddy out in front of the bus, then being grabbed forcefully by the neck by someone he hadn't caught sight of and lifted off his feet. The rest was black, and it made him feel dizzy, almost like he'd just gotten off a merry- go- round going over on hundred miles per hour. He groaned, rubbing his temples tiredly and squeezing his eyes shut, trying to think.

"But... then, El started hurting them. Without even laying a FINGER on them," Jordin added. "It was mad freaky."

"He used telekinesis," Ariel explained. Those three words confused the whole room, and Elliot knew he was in trouble.

*By trouble, I didn't mean 'punishment', I meant someone's probably gunna find out and he's gunna be under testing in Area 51 or summa' that weird stuff. Though aliens are cool. That or he's goin' to the loony bin for psychos. NEITHER, 'cause I need my buddy in the story to be Freddy's buddy!*