[u]Titus[/u]

Titus jumped out of the way as the flames began to fly. The room got so incredibly hot that he ran to the other end and dove behind an overturned table. The light coming from Lupe and Diego burned his eyes and he felt a few small burns on his back and legs. The fire died down after a few moments and Titus, shoving the table away, decided to join back into the fray; he wasn't the kind to run from a fight. He grabbed a chair and whipped it across the room at breakneck speed and then began to sprint towards the monster, the adrenaline growing in his body. It was ridiculously hot, but he could handle it. The chair struck the wall just behind the creature and busted into pieces, sending shards of metal flying.

     As Titus ran he noticed that there was more than one other meta fighting. He shouted "Hey asshole!" and caught the creature's attention. It pounced at him, but he was ready this time. As it approached him, Titus struck the monster open handed on the right shoulder and sent it flying across the room, where it crashed through the drywall and hit the brick facade of the cafeteria. Dust descended from the bricks, obscuring where the creature struck. Titus balled his fists and cracked his neck loudly. He felt a trickle of blood running from his left shoulder where the creature's whiplike tail had struck him, but it didn't bother him much at all. The adrenaline in his system blotted it out. 

"Any of you guys got a plan?" he asked. 


[u] Spencer Holloway [/u] 

In another part of the Academy, on a stone bench under a wise old oak tree, Spencer Holloway sat reading a book in the light of the moon. Though he didn't require moonlight to see, he loved how its silver shine dappled gracefully upon the pages. The book was [u]Their Eyes Were Watching God[/u] by Zora Neal Hurston. 

[i]"All gods who receive homage are cruel."[/i] He read to himself [i] "All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.” [/i] 

Spencer heard a shout in the distance and looked up at the serene evening. He had only been at the school for a few short days, but he already knew that it could be a rather violent place from time to time. Some of the metas here were gigantic and aggressive, two things that Spencer knew from his Mendel days didn't go well together. From the sounds that he heard, he knew a fight must be going on. Nearby the lights of the cafe were beginning to dim. They would probably close soon. Spencer looked down at his watch; it was getting late. He should go to bed soon...But, on second thought, his classes didn't start until later tomorrow and this was a good book. He looked back down and continued to read his book. 

"Real gods require blood." he mumbled to himself.