Samantha Wolfe arrived at school early in the morning, just the same as every other weekday. It had been a few months since school began, so she was far beyond the point of actually being enthusiastic about anything in school. Instead, she simply tried to get through her daily routine without getting bored to death. Of course, she did actually have to put in a decent amount of effort in most of her classes. Before moving to Austin, the school she attended was rather easy, but now she was attending one of the top one hundred public schools in the nation. She was taking several IB classes, and most of her teachers tried to teach as creatively as possible. Still, her natural ability and dedication to academics meant she was rather successful.
Sam went through her first class hardly saying a word. She finished her work, then read quietly without disturbing anyone. She was not one to draw attention to herself; she was dressed in jeans and a plain grey t-shirt, and she spoke to few people outside her group of friends. Her second class of the day was a bit different from the rest of her classes, as it was an elective she chose for the specific purpose of being easy. She had every other credit she needed, but she couldn’t just take nothing, so she picked something to fill the time. Just as expected, she hardly had to pay attention to get through it, and it wasn‘t as if “music appreciation“ would suddenly become important in her life, though there was one unforeseen side effect of taking the class that she had not thought of. The class tended to attract the lowest common denominator from around the school, so she pretty much couldn’t stand any of her classmates. On this particular day, she got into an argument with a rich, entitled girl by the name of Jessica, at least if you could call her screaming insults while Sam quietly ignored her an “argument“. Jessica was the type of person with more money than brains who would wear as little as the dress code would let her get away with. The school was flooded with rumors of her personal life, and she didn’t seem to care. The only thing that was a mystery about her life was how she had managed to stay in school long enough to become a senior.
After her second class, it was finally time for lunch. The first half of her day was rather annoying, but in the second half, she had classes with many of her friends, not to mention the fact that they all had lunch at the same time. She grabbed the same meal she got about 90% of the time: cheese pizza, an apple, and potato fries. The cafeteria was rather crowded, but Sam managed to arrive early enough that she was able to get to her seat with her group of friends. There were five of them in the group in all: herself, Brianna Foster, Joshua Young, and the fraternal twins Maria and David Vasquez. Bri had been Sam’s best friend since she arrived in Austin and was the most artistic of the group. Joshua was unique because he came from a rather wealthy family, yet was surprisingly down to Earth. Like Sam, he was into gaming and technology, but unlike her also liked watching and playing sports. Maria and David were, like many twins, polar opposites. David was a laid-back and honestly lazy individual, but was very friendly, while Maria was highly active, intelligent, and likely a victim of both ADHD and OCD. She was in direct competition with Sam for the title of Valedictorian, and, oddly enough, she shared Joshua’s love of sports. Sam was normally pretty sociable with her friends, but she was tired at the moment, so she simply ate in silence while the others spoke.
“So, I’m pretty upset.” Joshua said once David sat down. “I tried playing GTA all day yesterday, and I never got past that stupid tutorial race thing. I swear, I wish I never would have bought that game. It’s stupid that the servers are still down.”
David chucked as he looked over to Joshua. “Right, because they definitely could have predicted the thing would have sold a billion dollars worth of copies in three days. Just give them time, they’ll have it up in a few days. I managed to get on yesterday; I got kicked out of every other game, but I got on.”
Joshuah sighed and threw up his arms in resignation. “Oh come on, you actually managed to get on, while I was stuck staring at a blurry outline of a city for two hours? What about you Sam, did get on?” He asked.
Sam set down her pizza to respond. “Nope, tried all day, nothing happened, and now I have an annoying pop song stuck in my head.”
Joshua turned back to David. “See, most people ca-” He began, but was interrupted when a white light suddenly appeared, seemingly permeating the entire room equally. It was painfully bright, to the point where no one could see at all for a few seconds. It had no definite source, and no obvious cause. After it dissipated, the entire cafeteria erupted into a roar of surprised voices expressing their confusion. Maria, David, and Joshua all stood up in surprise and began to talk with each other over the incident, but Sam remained seated with her hands clasped to the side of her head, staring with her eyes wide open straight ahead. All of the sudden, she had a massive headache that made her feel like her head was about to split open, coupled with intense soreness across her entire body. It was all she could do to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor.
It had felt like a century had passed by the time lunch came around. Normally photography with Ms McInnes was an interesting class, but this was one of the few times when Bri's teacher had not come up with any better way to teach a concept than by simply lecturing everyone. It was almost perfect timing that the bell sounded in the very same instance as Bri's chin slid off her arm, leaving her head to almost hit the desk before she came back to her senses. Finally... she thought, her stomach grumbling at the bell like Ivan Pavlov's hounds.
Bri eventually recovered from induced fatigue as she walked to the cafeteria to meet her friends. She spotted the Vasquez twins at a nearby table and they all waved and greeted when Bri joined them. Lunch for Brianna was something she had made at home that morning, like most of her lunches were. This time it was a leftover burger patty between two slices of white bread with some lettuce and tomato, a few carrot sticks on the side. The lunch was a little soggy from the tomato, but Bri didn't mind. Eventually Joshua and Sam turned up in turn, Bri smiled and said hey to each as they sat down. Conversation was much like it normally was; video games. Bri had to admit that she was a fan of video games, but tended towards RPGs. Sure GTA counted as an RPG, but Bri hadn't picked it up on the first day like most of her friends had.
Bri was half grinning and about to interrupt Joshua jokingly with a mention that he probably had other games to play while he waited for the servers to be sorted out, however she was beaten to the moment by something none of them could have predicted. It was a light. A bright light. It started off like a flicker of the fluorescent lights in the room, as they were wont to do, but it quickly intensified until Bri has to scrunch her eyes shut to keep them from burning. As it went, quickly as it came, Bri opened her eyes and wondered what happened, if it was even real, but the concerned murmurings confirmed it. Bri rose with her friends, who were all shooting out questions with her. "What on earth was that? Where did it come from?"
No one had the answers, not even... "Hey Sam, are you ok?" Bri leaned over to ask her friend across the table, who was clutching her head in her palms with a look like she was about to be run over by something.
Unconsciously, Bri ran her hand over her forearm to alleviate an itch...
Cathrine awoke with a start as she usually did. She looked at her surroundings to make sure everything was in the same place as when she had gone to sleep. This was a regular thing for her as she had always been told her whole life to watch out for herself. Her apartment was entirely in the chaotic order she had left it. An outsider would say she was messy or even lazy but everything had a place that she left it in. If it moved she always knew. Confident that nothing had been disturbed She got up and walked into the bathroom. She immediately got in the shower and decided on what she should do on this day. She decided as she was drying off to play some Rome 2 Total war. It was a fun distraction for her and tended to at least help keep the pattern seeking part of her mind alive. She walked over and started her computer. It was one of the only things she had taken with her in the move out here. Everything else she owned was unnecessary to her.
After cooking herself eggs and bacon as per normal she brought her plate and fork to her desk. While she waited for her game to finish loading up she quickly checked her normal things. Twitter and Instagram....normal things. Knowing that she had no commitments on this day she decided to allow herself several hours to her game becoming ingrossed in a crusade against the barbarians. The next time she bothered to check a clock she noticed it was almost 12. Grabbing her bag which she hated having to take anywhere as she had no need for it and a wallet was more functional she knew she had to appear normal. Getting into her car with her relativley small bag and having decent clothes on she began on her way to KFC. It was the only place she had not been into this town yet as it wasent her favorite place ever. But the more people she could pick out of a crowd and know what they did the safer she felt. As she made her way to the place she noticed a few cars with federal licence plates. It was odd to see at all but the fact she had seen more than one today was even weirder. It could mean nothing but at the same time it could mean everything. She pulled into the parking lot in front of the KFC alongside a car with a fed plate. Curious she got out of her car and shot a slight glance towards the car and noticed the Chilean man inside with close cut hair and regular clothes. She was very interested at this point. But just before she walked into the establishment A blinding light appeared.
It was excruciatingly bright, so much so even when she clasped her hands over her face she could still see it. All she could think was if it was a nuclear attack or something. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground and in an attempt to not hurt herself she landed on her side atleast. There were millions of questions but no answers....
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"I ... I don't know, I just-" Sam began, pausing as she started to breathe more heavily. "I don't know what just happened, I just ... I need to go." She answered. Bri shaped her brow in concern, "Not feeling well? Hey, wait-" Standing up, Sam ran to the nearest bathroom as quickly as she could manage with the crowd. Fortunately, no one was inside, as she didn't want anyone to see her in such a condition. She walked up to one of the sinks and leaned over it as she looked at herself in the mirror. By this point, she was sweating profusely and was having a hard time breathing correctly. Her entire body was aching and the headache just wouldn't go away. She wasn't sure if that light had done something to her, or if she was having a panic attack or something. She had no history of anxiety or anything of that nature, but she was really low on explanations at the moment.
Bri looked back at her friends, then towards the bathroom Sam had run into. Was there something in her food? "I'll go see what's happening," Bri said, before stepping away from the table and walking to the bathroom. Carefully, she opened the door and saw Sam by a basin. "Hey, Sam..." Bri walked over and placed a hand on Sam's back, leaning forward to try and spy her face, "...You look like death. Do you need to lie down?"
"I feel like it too." Sam remarked. She closed her eyes and tried her best to slow her breathing and calm herself, though it didn't seem to be working. "I don't know what's going on. I mean, before that...weird light everything was fine, then everything on me just started hurting all the sudden. I have this headache, my muscles ache, and I can't stop sweating. What about you, did that light do anything to you, or is it just me?"
"I don't think so." Bri replied, scratching the back of her head and curling her lip. She didn't have an answer for this. "Tell you what, why don't we head to the nurse and see if we can't get you home or something." Bri took her arm, "Come on."
Sam tried closing her eyes again and breathed in and out very slowly. "Okay, okay, yeah. I agree, I need to go home." She responded, but when she opened her eyes and looked at the arm Bri had grabbed, she nearly recoiled in shock. The muscles on her arms were several times larger than before, like she had been lifting weights without knowing it. Bri, having first felt the arm expand under her hand shot her arm back and stepped back with both her hands covering her mouth. Taking a closer look at her own body, pretty much all of the muscles Sam could see were like this. She had never been overweight, but she had a bit of a stomach before. Now, when she lifted her shirt over her stomach, she saw near-perfect abdominal muscles. Under normal circumstances, that would probably be a good thing, but in this situation, she couldn't help but to look at Bri with an expression of absolute fear.
"What-?" Bri could only squeak, returning the fear that was pasted on Sam's face. What the hell was happening? "How did-?" Bri shook her head "Sam, what's going on?"
"I don't know, I don't know. I mean, did I become a bodybuilder or something when I wasn't looking? I don't know what, but something is wrong here. That light ... Bri I'm afraid." Sam said frantically. Her muscles weren't so much sore anymore as they were just tingling, and her headache wasn't as severe, but something just felt ... wrong about her, beyond what was obvious.
Bri looked to her left and her right. She rubbed both her own arms in each hand. The initial shock of the situation had worn off, but Bri was still completely confounded. "What do we do...?" She asked rhetorically. Her itch moved onto her left shoulder. Why am I itching so much!? She thought, trying to think of what do to next. "Maybe we can..." Bri paused her breath and let it out suddenly in exasperation, "Do you have a coat in your bag? We might be able to get you out without attracting attention." Bri looked to Sam properly, "Once we get to someplace out of the way, then we can work out what's going on."
"Yeah, yeah. We can walk to my house. My parents shouldn't be home, my brother can't leave school early, and my sister is at college, so we can have some time alone to figure this out. I don't know what's causing this, but I think I'm starting to feel a little better. That light though, I don't know what it was, but it did ... something to me. Whatever that light was, it wasn't natural. It was chilly this morning, so I do have a light coat in my bag back at our table. Could you go get it for me, just in case?" She asked.
"Sure, I'll be back in a sec." Bri nodded and rushed out. After a few moments, she came back in with their bags in her hands. "I told them you're not feeling well and I'm walking you home. You're right though, everyone's been put off by that light." After a time, they both emerged from the restroom, Sam wearing her jacket, and proceeded out of the cafeteria.
Dante had started his day as usual, waking up just before dawn, getting into a pair of loose fitting basket ball shorts and a tank top throwing on his running shoes and then silently heading for the door cautious not to wake his roommate Tucker who was passed out on the coach in front of the GTA online screen and surrounded by mounds of energy drinks. Dante silently opened and shut the door behind him and began to make his way through the dorms. His dorm was on the third floor of the four story building, electing to go with the athletic spirit of things he took the outside stairs toward the first floor. The cool morning air was always a pleasant change from the normal heat. He didn't have a problem with the heat, he came from Montana where snow would stay even until June. But sometimes a little reminder of home was always nice which was why he liked the morning here. Dante made his way down the stairs eventually arriving at the bottom story. As Dante reached the bottom his pace quickly escalated to a jog.
Dante passed by the front entrance of the Dorms and began on his usual path around the campus. It was still dark out, but the sun was slowly peaking its head over the horizon bringing the heat and the light with it. Dante's feet hit the pavement in a rhythmic fashion as he crossed over sidewalk section after sidewalk section. He normally took this time to think about his assignments, he had been able to finish his assignments the other night giving him the next 7 hours to relax. Something he hadn't been able to do for sometime, but finally today was an easy day for him, he had no work and only two classes at 12:00 and 1:45. He had been dying to try out GTA, he had bought his copy last night but got caught up with assignments and Rome 2. Now he had a chance to actually try it out. His jog continued until the sun was more then half out at which point his jog came to an end at the same place it started, right at the base of the staircase. Dante had become sweaty in the process and the cool sheathed was beginning to recede. Dante made his way up to his Dorm. Walking in the find his still unconscious roommate on the couch. Dante went straight to his room paying no mind to staying quiet as it was about time he should wake up Tucker. Dante shut the door behind him and removed his tank top dropping it into the dirty clothes bucket he had set up in his closet. He set out a pair of jeans and a blue shirt then made his way out of the room and towards the bathroom shutting the for behind him. Dante started the shower keeping it at a cool temperature and began to remove his basket ball shorts and boxers before stepping into the shower.
Dante enjoyed the filling waters. He had worked up a sweat on his jog at the shower quickly helped to remove to sweat from his body. Dante closed his eyes and looked up and just let himself enjoy the cold. He had a habit of taking rather long showers one that he was teased about repeatedly but it was still a habit all the more. He found showers relaxing finding himself getting lost in his own mind. He then went through the process of cleaning himself and a little more half an hour later he stepped out and began drying himself. When he finished drying himself he heard the sound of the front door slam shut signaling the return of Kyle who was Dante's third roommate, he worked the night shift at a McDonald's along with a job at the Game stop. Dante wrapped himself in a towel and grabbing his dirty clothes before he stepped out of the bathroom. Just in time to see Kyle open the blinds in the living room as to wake up Tucker.
"Hey Kyle, how did you like your night shift?" Dante asked. "Not as good as you thought it would be now was it?"
"Oh I can't even begin to explain how much I hate working at McDonald's at night. For one I have to deal with so many stoners, it's not even funny I feel like half the population of this town are stoners. Literally a kid came in totally baked, he came in and the entire store stunk like pot I felt like I was going to get high just taking his order. Then he left and this kid came in and ordered twelve singles. Twelve! and keep in mind this is at like one in the morning. Then he comes up to the window and its just one thirty year old. I couldn't help but think, what the hell do you need twelve burgers for? I mean this guy was well into his thirties, if he was buying for his family then, one why the hell are they still up this late on a school night, two how fat are they that they need twelve burgers. Then to make things worse I had to sit there as he checked every individual burger at least twice, then he finally left." Kyle complained.
"Kyle stop bitching, and someone turn off the sun I want to sleep." Tucker said with his face buried into the sofa.
"Damn, sounds like your night sucked. Well go ahead and get some sleep I will try not to make to much noise and it sound like Tucker wont be getting up anytime soon." Dante said in reply to Kyle's rant.
Kyle sighed in relief, "Thanks man, I appreciate it, I feel like I can sleep for weeks. But first I want to shower I smell and feel like grease." He said before stepping into the shower.
Dante nodded to him and moved aside for him before stepping into his own room shutting the door behind him. He dropped the basket ball shorts into the dirty clothes bucket and began getting dressed. After finishing he waited for Kyle to finish his shower before he went into the bathroom brushed his teeth shaved and went back into his room. Dante was smart enough to have saved up for his own TV and PS3. He turned on his TV and PS3 and put GTA in and began the download for the content. Taking advantage of the pause he went into the kitchen to make his breakfast. Making quick work of cooking some eggs, bacon and toast, then making quick work of eating the food. After washing off the dishes he loaded them into the dish washer and made his way back to his room. He still had two hours to kill so Dante switched over to some actual TV and started watching a movie called Juno. Just as he dropped into his bed his phone began vibrating feverishly. Dante grabbed his Iphone and read the caller ID, "Mom" the caller ID read. Dante quickly answered the phone.
"Hey mom." He said a little surprised at the call. "Dante? I have a problem." She said in a serious and scared tone. "What? What is it? Is something wrong?". "Its your brother, I got a call from the police, they have him in custody, they took him in for stealing. It is minor charges so they are willing to release him back to a family member I need you to go get him, i'm tied up at work and I cant leave my boss will dock my pay, i'm so sorry to do this to you." She said her tone changing to a more apologetic. "What? Jason stole something? What did he steal, do you know?" He said both surprised and angry. "No they didn't tell me." She said her tone was beginning to grow sadder. Dante picked up on her change of tone and quickly changed his, "Hey, don't worry I will go get him and I will talk to him. You just focus on work it will be alright." He said a reassuring as possible. "Thank you Dante, I will call you when I get the chance, i'm so sorry about this. Goodbye.". "Its fine dont worry, goodbye." He said before ending the call. "That little fucker, stealing now?! Stealing?!" Dante said before he stood up and grabbed his keys. He stepped out of his room, to see Tucker in the kitchen making a bowl of cereal. "Tuck, I need to run by my moms house, by brother is in trouble, try to keep it down alright Kyle is trying to sleep and try not to make a mess man." Dante said hurriedly. "What? What trouble is he in?" Tucker said after forcing down a mouth full of cereal. "I don't have time to explain just please man?" Dante said even more hurriedly as he threw on his shoes. "Yeah, yeah of course man.". "Thank you." Dante said before heading to the door. "Good luck!" Tucker shouted before Dante shut the door behind him.
Dante rushed down the stairs to the first floor and threw the front door to the parking lot. He went straight to his car which was a 94 BMW. Dante climbed into the drivers seat and started the engine and began on his way. His mom had sent him the address to the police station over his phone, it was around an hours drive away. After long enough Dante pulled up to the police station, he stepped out of the car and walked up to the doors stepping in. The front was similar to a waiting room. Directly in front of him was a large desk that went from the left wall to the right wall and at it sat three officers who were working on computers behind them was a blown up police insignia. Dante walked up the desk trying his best not to feel awkward. "Um, excuse me, my name is Dante Mavick, my little brother Jason was brought in here earlier." Dante said failing at not feeling awkward. "One moment." The man said while typing. He stopped and looked up at Dante and cleared his throat, "Yes well, I will need to see you Drivers license.". "Yes, right here. He said pulling out his wallet and then his drivers license and handing it to the man. The man took it and the resumed typing. "Go ahead and have a seat, this may take a while." The man said. Dante nodded and stepped back and took a seat at one of the chairs. He sat in silence for a few minutes before he began to drum his fingers on his knee. Its was around 9:00 which meant Jason was supposed to be in school. His mother had texted him and said that he was to make sure Jason was dressed for school and if he was then take him to his school. Dante felt odd about taking Jason to the school but he would only be doing Jason a favor by taking him home.
Within near half an hour a police officer stepped through a door holding Jason by the arm. Jason was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and a grey hoodie holding his back pack in his hands. "Thank you officer." Dante said as he retrieved his License. "Your his brother?" The officer asked. "Yes, sadly i'm related to him." Dante responded. "Just remember next time it will be a lot worse he got off lucky this time." The officer said. "I understand." Dante said. All the while Jason stayed quiet. The two left the station and entered Dante's car as soon as they were in Dante turned toward Jason, "What the fuck were you thinking?" Dante said angrily. "You stole from a store? What the fuck is wrong with you." Dante said angrily. "Jesus Christ so what I stole three things big fucking deal." Jason said angrily back. "Really you think in anyway shape of form this is at all right? Even then its not just that, I know you have done more don't think you so smart that me and mom haven't noticed. What you think your cool cause you were baggy clothes, smoke pot and get in trouble with cops. That doesn't make you cool that makes you a fucking idiot." Dante said angrily as he started the car. "Whatever just take me home." Jason replied looking out the window. "Oh fuck no, i'm taking you to school, maybe you might be able to learn some fucking common sense." Dante replied. "What?! Really after all this i'm still going to school?" Jason said angrily. "What you think cause your a big hot shot criminal your too cool for school. Hell no." Dante said angrily. "What the fuck!?" Jason yelled. "Stop fucking swearing, who do you think you are?" Dante said angrily. "Why should? I you swear." Jason replied. "Cause i'm an adult and you are a stupid ass kid who thinks its cool to get in trouble with cops and smoke pot all day.". "Fuck you Dante, cause you never did anything bad.". "Oh I know i'm not perfect, but I didn't do drugs and get in trouble with the police, I got into fights, I snuck out with girls not this shit. I didn't make my mom get in trouble with her boss because she has a worthless as son who got taken to the police station. I didn't make my mom who works two jobs just to keep me and her afloat even more stressed that her delinquent of a son is going to get into more trouble and I wasn't a ungrateful little shit!" Dante yelled. Finally the two started to come upon Westwood high, it was near lunch time. "Hope you stole yourself some lunch money Mr. Bigshot." Dante said as he heard the lunch bell ring. Him and Jason stepped out of the car and went to the office. As they walked in one of the women working the attendance desk addressed them. "Hi how may I help you?" She asked politely. "Hi, his mother should have called in late for him, his name is Jason Mavick." Dante said not even hinting to how angry he was moments ago. "Yes she did he is excused we just need him to sign in." She said. They then went through the process of signing Jason in and then he was off. Dante stood in the office watching him as he went out before returning to his car. Just as he got in his car he was about to close his door when there was a blinding flash, the world turned to all white Dante closed his eyes and threw his hands up to protect his eyes and tucked his body in to avoid the light. Just as fast as it started it ended. But Dante did not sit up his body was clenched in pain all across his body Dante was felt a burning sensation as though his own skin was boiling. on top of that he felt a severe pain as though all his bones had been ripped out of place and his head throbbed in pain. His body trembled in pain but not a sound was made he tried hi best not to faint but he was fighting a losing battle. Dante collapsed out of his car falling onto the asphalt next to his car his knees tucked into his chest and him clutching his head. He could hear the shouts of shock and awe from inside the school, he wanted to shout for help but could not make a sound.
"Checkmate," a man in a casual suit said with a grin.
Jace sighed. He was so close to beating the guy, but he lost, so now the guy in the suit got a free caricature. Not that minded doing it for free. It just gave him something to do during the day. He leaned back and visualized the battle that was starting on the board.
Sometimes they would be modern soldiers. Other times, they were civil war soldiers. This time, Jace imagined roman soldiers on either side of the board. They moved in accordance to the moves that were made. Pawns were foot-soldiers, kings were the commanders. The game had been a long one, and both sides had lost quite a few pieces, and Jace was excited to see how it would pan out, but as he visualized the soldiers appearing where the pieces were originally, a flash of bright light enveloped everything.
Jace shut his eyes with a hiss of pain. He was not expecting that, and from the shouts and screams around him, nobody else was, either. Sounds of tires screeching and horns tore through the air. It seemed that the light and gone further than the area he was in. Jace opened his eyes. He thought he could see the roman soldiers on the chessboard. They looked just as confused as he did. He closed his eyes again and chuckled. Maybe the flash messed with his eyes more than he thought.
Jack woke up to the sound of a car horn blasting in his ear. Groggily getting up wincing in pain from the sharp feeling in his head and tasting a mouthfull of blood. Attempting to push away from his pillow only jolted his memory enough to realize that he wasn't home in his apartment, he was in his car and apparently his car was in a ditch. The pillow he assumed was actually the air bag deployed and the car horn was his own that must of went off for some reason or another. Trying to remember what had happened only hurt his head even more. "Anybody? Help! I think I'm stuck!" He screamed in a panic spitting out whatever blood pooled in his cheek. Still unaware of where he was or how he got there, Jack reached for the car door to see it suprisingly open without much effort. Maybe his luck wasn't that bad that he could escape from this mess.
Crawling away from the wreckage, he noticed that it wasn't some ditch that he was in, but the garden area just outside the school lunch area. "That's right." He muttered as memories came flooding back to him. He was on his way to Westwood high school and a sudden flash of light blinded him. Jack thought it was some truck with its hi-beams on and swerved out of the way. Pulling himself out of the car and checked himself for any broken items, he was suprised to notice that only his face took the most of it, which resulted in a bloody lip and a cut up eyebrow. His jeans were not ripped but his shirt was on one sleeve. Looking up he could see a couple students from the lunchroom were staring out the window towards him. Most likely hearing the crash he thought.
Waving towards the windows with a bloody smile. "I'm okay! ...just a little wrecked!" He shouted. An eerie silence came over him as he noticed the blearing horn suddenly stopped. He felt... different. Aside from being really shaken up, he felt.... comfortable. It was arkward to say the least. Almost like everything was paying atention to him, even though nobody was around. Turning to look at the wreck, he couldn't help but frown. The whole front end had crumpled and wrapped itself around a large decorative boulder. His ugly Jalope wasn't much to look at beforehand, but at least it got him from A to B (most of the time). Now its nothing more than a oversized garden gnome.
The T.V flickered to life in the corner of the room as Richard threw the remote onto the sofa. Morning T.V is always a bit crap but he liked the background noise. Richard walked into the kitchen over to the fridge and pulled out the OJ from its door taking a sip he shoot a quick glimpse at the clock. He had some time before work and decided to use it practically. Placing the OJ down on the counter he walked over to the gym equipment in his living room and started his routine workout. The T.V played in the background as a news caster was talking, 'Violence and video games could these two be linked', The women was saying as she checked her paper before shooting a fake smile at the camera, 'As many lined up for the new GTA could it all be a big mistake'. Richard didn't care much for the news but there was nothing else on in the morning.
After finishing his workout he climbed into the shower washed himself off and got out again then walked to his bedroom to get changed. He threw on his work clothes and then his bike gear over the top. He rushed out of his apartment locking the door behind him and made his way down to the street. He reached his bike and climbed on placing his helmet onto his head. The bike roared to life as he started the engine and after sometime swerving in and out of traffic he finally reached his place of work. The car lot was a front for the gangs other dealing and they used the place to launder money through. Richard didn't really care about this as the added risk made for better pay.
The day went pretty smoothly he had managed to sell a car in the morning and handled a shipment out back so today’s pay would be pretty good. He stopped for lunch just before midday like he always did. He pulled his pasta from the fridge and placed it in the microwave standing next to in leaning against the counter. He could see the road out front from the break room and watched the cars drive by. It all seemed normal as the microwave pinged and he went to open the door, Everything went white as a bright light blinded him at first he thought the microwave had exploded but the light quickly passed. The microwave door lightly rocked on it hinges and Richard froze over what had just happened his body felt numb and he was unable to move anything.
He could feel his insides moving and his skin seemed to vibrate. His body started to shake as he looked down he could see his skin was vibrating all over his entire body. He tried to move out of panic but his body didn't respond. It all seemed to calm for a moment and Richard relaxed thinking he was just hallucinating he reached out his right arm turning on the tap splashing some water on his face. He was breathing normally now and his body seemed to have stopped.
The burning sensation continued all across Dante's body. He trembled horribly unable to steady himself in the slightest. His arms and legs tensed and relaxed on thir own accord and he was taking quick sparatic breaths, Dante felt like he wasn't in control of his own body. 'Gah what is happening to me.' He thought. Dante kept his hands clutched to his eyes as they had began to burn more and more to the point he would have completely believed if someone said they were on fire. He tried to make a sound but was unable to produce even a groan of pain. His body was burning, and he was sweating profusely it felt was though he was trapped in an oven. Then slowly the burning sensation began to subside. The last to stop burning was his eyes. After the burning stopped an intense tingling sensation replaced it. Dante was still shaking horribly and was beginning to breath normally again. With a numb and shaky hand Dante reached for his car door and pulled himself up with surprising ease.
Dante slumped into his car, his mind was spinning he couldn't think straight. He reached for his keys and started the engine. He didn't care if it wasn't smart to drive in his current state, he just really wanted to get home and find out what was wrong with him. He put his seat belt on and then put the car in reverse the backing out of his parking spot. His head ach still remained in five but he was confident if his driving capabilities. He made his way out of the school parking lot and onto the street, as he did he noticed a chrsshed car but payed no mind to it seeing the obvious driver standing out besides the wreck. Dante drove to the best of his ability while in this state, which was rather shabby as he swerved periodically, eventually he came to a stop at the parking lot of his dorm, sirens could be heard all over as police were being called but Dante did not think anything of it he climbed out if his car barely remembering to lock it and went toward the building. His head was spinning and the burning sensation was beginning to burn again this time feeling much worse. Dante was in the elevator when the burning reached the same strength it had back at the school parking lot. He pushed himself as hard as he could to get to his dorm. After what felt like ages of inch long steps Dante reached his door and as hastily as possible unlocked it. The burning was almost unbearable. Dante threw open the door completely ignoring the note from his friends that was sitting on the door. When Dante was in his dorm he let the door slam shut. He tried to ouch himself forward but instead collapsed just inside the living room falling down limp into the carpet. Dante fell face first but rolled himself onto his back and started up at the ceiling. 'This is how I die, burning to death from the inside.' Dante thought helplessly. Dante thought he saw flames appearing then vanishing around him, but he blamed it on hallucinations from the pain. Then he saw his skin change in the blink of an eye from skin to dark red scales. "Gahh, what the fuck he?!" He shouted after his skin had returned to normal. "What the hell is going on what is wrong with me." Dante said terrified. Just as he finished another wave of pain over him. Dante's eye rolled into the back of his head as the wave took affect, then everything went black.
When Dante came to a few minutes later he was still laying on his back. He felt different like he wasn't himself. Dante pushed himself up off his place on the floor, he walked into the bathroom and flicked the light on before looking at himself in the mirror. Nothing about him seemed different except for one thing he would have noticed if he hadn't been looking for differences. His eyes had changed from their usual dark blue to a dark crimson red with flakes of gold scattered through it. "What the..." He said quietly. He got closer and examined his eyes, it couldn't be contacts because he would feel the difference and he had twenty-twenty vision and never needed them. Dante's mind ran through reasons for the color change but smell short nothing he thought of could explain for such a rapid change in eye color. He leaned back from the mirror and just starred at his eyes in disbelief. "What did that flash do to me?" He said quietly.
Dante remained in the bathroom trying to figure out what was wrong with him before he went back into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. He was completely dumbfounded by this. His mind ran through possibilities of what the flash could have been and how it affected him but each turned up unlikely. 'It could have been some sort of nuclear weapon testing gone wrong and my body was affected by the radiation, but they wouldnt bring a nuke that close to a city and also there would be sirens warnings evacuations and the radiation would have affected more people then me, plus I would have burns but all I felt was the sensation of burning I don't have any burns on my body.' Dante thought, wanting nothing more then to find out what was wrong with him. That's when Dante's phone went off he reached into his pocket and read the text he had gotten from Tucker, "Hey man, you missed class, I took notes for you so you can read what ever you missed, is everything alright with your bother? Did you get our note we left for you?". "What note?" Dante thought as he looked around the room, then he remembered a brief image of the note on the door when he entered the room. He got up and went to the door opening it and taking the note off the door and reading it, "Hey Dante, class is about to start and me and Kyle are heading off, if you don't get home in time to make it don't about it we will take notes for you. Hope everything is alright with your family. -Kyle and Tucker". Dante set the note onto his counter, school had been the furthest thing from his mind, he felt so out off his own body and so worried about what was going on lately. On top of feeling out of place Dante found himself feeling very irritable and just angry.
Dante heard his phone go off again he walked over and read the text from his mother, "Thank you for taking Jason to school Dante, I don't know what I would have done without you. I'm just so worried about him, he is never home anymore. He is out of control and he doesn't listen to me, I almost never get to talk to him because of my job, I don't know what i'm going to do, I cant stand to see him like this but I cant do anything to stop it. If only you could be around more to keep an eye on him and make sure he stops this, but you are in college. Thank you once again I love you.". Dante felt anger well up inside him, was she really trying to blame this on him not being around? Was she really trying to say this was his fault? 'I have a life to live I need to get on with my life I cant just stay around and watch him, he has to learn to grow up on his own. I cant keep taking time out of my life, missing classes and work to bail him out of trouble, that little shit is more trouble then he could ever be worth!' Dante thought angrily. Dante could control himself he felt his anger swelling out of control, normally he would have just ignored it and just moved on but he couldn't, he wanted to yell he wanted to hit something he just couldn't control himself. "Who does she think she is to tell me what to do?! I do everything I can for them and yet she tell me its my fault that Jason is how he is!" Dante yelled angrilly. Dante was losing control he was clenching his hand into a fist and clenching his phone to the point where he wouldnt have been surprised it it broke. Dante a severe heat spread across his body. Then in a flurry of anger he threw his phone across the room, his phone smashed into the wall and dropped to the ground pieces of glass cluttered around it and a chunk of dry wall fell with it. "God dammit!" Dante yelled in anger. Dante stormed over to his phone and went to reach down to pick it up but stopped dead in his tracks. His anger subsided and was replaced with shock as he looked down at his phone. The screen and the back was shattered but that was not what shocked him, the entire phone was burnt and scorched as though it had been on fire. "What the hell." He mumbled silently to himself looking down at the phone in shock. He looked at his hand in disbelief, "Was that from me?" Dante said quietly.
Sam and Bri checked themselves out of school, then left the building and started to head toward Sam's house, which was located a relatively short distance west of the school. The aches in Sam's body had subsided for the most part, but she was overcome by general anxiety. How could anything like this possibly happen? It didn't seem possible, and she wouldn't believe it if she wasn't seeing it with her own eyes. Once they were sufficiently far from the school, Sam felt comfortable talking again.
"Okay, so realistically, what are we even going to do when we get home? I mean, what could anyone do about this? I guess we could figure out everything the light did to me, but what can we actually do about it. I don't know if I can hide it forever, especially from my family." Sam said, voicing her fears.
Bri was looking ahead with the second joint of her index finger pressed against her lips. She really wanted to help, but just didn't know how. She was a student who didn't even know first aid, much less a doctor. "I don't-. Look, maybe we can look it up somewhere." Bri knew that there probably weren't any answers online or anywhere else, but she was at least attempting to comfort her. After a pause to scratch the side of her abdomen, Bri continued, "Or, I don't know, something will come up. There'll be something to help." Bri spread her arms while she talked, she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding her own anxiety as it was.
Sam knew there probably wouldn't be any answers for her condition...anywhere, but she was grateful Bri was at least trying to help. "Hopefully, I'm just...I'm frightened. Having something like this happen to my own body without knowing what caused it or what I can do about it, it makes me feel like I'm not in control. I really don't like that. I'm glad you're here though, I don't-"
Sam was suddenly interrupted when she heard someone shout to the right. Just off the road, she saw Jessica, the idiot she had gotten into an argument with earlier that day, Jessica's newest boyfriend Robert, and a group of his friends. All together, they were about the worst the school had to offer. Evidently, they had taken the first opportunity presented to them to leave school for the day.
"Hey, yeah, that's the one I told y'all about before, the one in that ugly coat!" Jessica shouted while pointing at Sam. Robert said something back to her that Sam couldn't quite make out, then the entire group started to approach and surround herself and Bri. Sam didn't feel threatened, as it would be "dishonorable" for them to harm them physically, but they weren't beyond harassing them verbally, and Sam was definitely not in the mood for that. Bri, annoyed that they would have to deal with Jessica, of all people, at a time like this, clenched her fists and replied defiantly as she was wont to do towards such people, "What the hell you want, Jessica?"
"Nothin' with you, not unless you're stupid enough get involved." Jessica retorted, letting Robert take over from there. He walked up to Sam and stood right in her face, giving as intimidating of an expression as he could muster, though Sam was unphased. "Yeah, our problem is with you. My girl tells me you decided knock all her stuff off her desk in class. You got a problem we need to talk about, huh?"
Sam kept her eyes staring straight forwad, as she refused to make eye contact with him. She clenched her hands into a fist as the anger boiled up within her. She felt herself fill up with rage, more than they thought she had ever felt before, and she wasn't really sure why. In the past, she had put up with far worse for far longer without really caring at all. Now, it was all she could do to hold herself back from saying everything she reallywanted to say. "It was an accident, Rob, just leave it be. I just want to go home and get on with my day." She said in an artificailly calm tone.
"Oh, just leave it be? Well, I think you should have just 'let it be' earlier you ugly cow! I think-" Robert began, at which point Sam's fury rose beyond her breaking point. Almost on instinct, she lashed out at him mid-sentence, punching him straight in the jaw harder than she had every hit anything before. The force of the strike knocked him straight off his feet and onto his back in the grass behind him. Everyone, including Sam, was standing in awe at this action for a few moments. She was not a violent person, and at that moment, she was paralyzed in place wondering why on Earth she just did that. Jessica in particular, having expected Sam to be a pushover, looked like her world was caving in starting with her face.
Eventually, one of Robert's friends aggressively approached Sam from the left and grabbed her shoulder. Another spike of anger hit her, so she shoved him back. "Don't touch me!" She shouted. Just then, the last of Robert's friends grabbed her around her abdomen from behind and tried to pull her to the ground. In an instant reaction, she grabbed his arms and pulled them apart surprisingly easily, freeing her from his grasp. For a moment, she was wondering if they were even trying, then she remembered her spontaneously generated bodybuilder muscles. She then spun quickly around, grabbed his shoulder in one hand, then punched him in the face repeatedly, bloodying or even breaking his nose.
Once her anger was sated, she released him and let him fall to the ground, but unfortunately, the other friend had recovered by this point. He came up behind Sam and shoved her, causing her to trip and fall face-first onto the pavement. A sharp, intense pain reverberated throughout her skull as soon as she hit, and after a few moments, she could taste blood in her mouth.
Bri stood back during the scuffle. She was as surprised as everyone else to see Sam lash out. She was one of the gentlest people Bri knew, what had gotten into her? As it panned out, Bri was almost going to run and call for help when Sam came down hard on the pavement. Bri rushed and tried to lift her up by the arm. "Come on, let's go!" Bri said urgently, hoping they could run and be done with it.
Sam looked at Bri as she helped to lift her up. Her head was throbbing and she knew she was bleeding. Seemingly hundreds of thoughts were buzzing through her mind all at once. Why did she attack them? How was she going to explain that to Bri, to her family? Bri winced at Sam's bruising face when she saw it. Her injuries were plainly obvious, so there was no way she was going to be able to hide it. She was still filled with a ton of rage, but now that she was seeing the fear on Bri's face, she desparately wanted to just get home. Unfortunately, the man who had shoved her to the ground wasn't just giving up on it. He came up behind them, grabbed Bri, and tried to pull her away. Bri near-shrieked, but there was a flicker on her arm that she played off as a trick of the eye, her arm itched intensely at that point. Sam's anger was immediately renewed as soon as he touched her friend. She turned, punched him hard in the stomach, then grabbed him and put all of her strength into throwing him back. She seemed to have greatly underestimated her own strength, as she managed to toss him all the way over into the grass next to Robert.
Sam didn't want to stop there; in her mind, she could just see herself jumping on him and smashing his face in, hitting him until he learned not to threaten herself or her friend. Indeed, she was very close to charging straight in, but a quick glance at Bri caused her to snap out of it. She looked down and stared at her bloody hands for a few moments; it was nearly enough to bring her to tears. Why was she being so angry, so violent? This wasn't who she was.
"Sam," Bri reached out, unsure and afraid, "That's enough." Bri was convinced that Sam had gone through some kind of psychotic episode with the brawl, but her strength was superhuman. The groaning young men clutching their wounds on the grass with a completely freaked out girlfriend on her knees among them would agree. Slowly, Bri took Sam by the arm and slowly walked her away toward Sam's house.
Sam let Bri lead her pretty much completely, as she could hardly think straight at the moment. Looking back, she saw that Jessica, Robert, and their group of idiots seemed to have no intention of following. They likely wouldn't be bothering either of them again, but Sam didn't care about that, she had never cared about their opinions, which was another reason why she was so confused by her own actions. Why did she get so angry over the opinions of a bunch of future fast-food employees? After a few moments, she finally moved her hands away from her face and looked at Bri, her blood mixing with her tears. "Why did I do that, why did I do that, why did I do that?" She asked rapidly and frantically. "I don't understand, why was I so angry? I just...I just couldn't control myself. When he talked, I just...I looked at him and saw all the things I wanted to do to him, how I wanted to hurt him...god, I need help, Bri. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"You... you scared me back there Sam," Bri returned her look briefly, then kept looking ahead, "I'm starting to think that light changed you now. That wasn't you back there." Bri bit her lip, "That was something else."
As they continued on to Sam's house, the itches were getting worse on Bri's skin. She no longer tried to hunt them and scratch them this time, she just tried to ignore them so she wouldn't cause herself a rash. Maybe she was getting eczema.
"I scared me, Bri." Sam had stopped crying, but was still breathing heavily and felt very anxious. "I agree, I think it was that light. I feel like I'm losing control of my mind. I've never been in a fight before, never wanted to. I'm bleeding and sore, my nose feels...I think it's broken. What does my face look like, do you think it's broken? I'm too afraid to touch it." She asked, concerned about her own health. She had never been injured like this before, so she didn't know how much pain to expect from a broken nose.
Bri leaned forward slightly to get a better look at Sam's face, the blood and tears made Bri's eyes well up a little. Sam was right, her nose looked a little crooked behind all the blood. "I think it's broken, Sam." Bri said apologetically, "Looks like the sidewalk did a number on your eye and mouth as well, you're all swollen up." Bri said, "We should get you an ice pack when we get to your place."