Lydia squirmed, feeling a bit nauseous and ashamed at being swung upside down like a toy. She swung forward, grabbing the vine with her hand. She twisted her ankle out of its grasp and dropped the distance, rolling on the ground as she landed, to take the pressure off her feet. She saw a vine swooping down at her head and she dodged, grabbing it, ripping it off the plant.
“You need a weapon, Lydia,” Josh spoke up. “Your strength is great but … I don’t think you can really hurt it much with your bare hands. You can’t even get close to it. I think you’re kind of wasting your time.” Lydia could see him sitting there, smirking a bit, amused at her attempts to fight it.
She ground her teeth. “Fuck you, Josh.” She swung at the body of the plant, but it did little more than rattle. Maybe I do need a weapon. … She ran around the side of it, wondering where the weakness was. Everything needed a weakness. She tried various things, including ripping vines off of it, and a failed attempt at ripping it out of the ground.
She felt the ground tremble and she stopped to steady herself, getting smacked with another vine. “Ow! Shit. Josh, is this damn thing getting bigger?” She reeled, getting to her feet, staring up at the plant, trying to shake off her dizziness.
Josh looked up at it. “Uh…” Another tremor, and he got to his feet. “...” Lydia saw him stagger suddenly. “Uh yeah, yeah it is…” he said, a bit dizzily. “I’m definitely… feeling the symptoms of hypoglycemia. It’s getting out of my control.”
“Josh, control your fucking plant,” Lydia scowled. She watched as he pressed a hand to his head. He took off running towards the house, veering off once or twice before Lydia saw him disappear inside the house, anger welling up in her chest. “Well, fucking shit. Did he just abandon-” She jumped back as a vine shot down, digging into the ground, her anger shrinking down into pure rage.
All of the vines began waving and lunging about at once, as if Josh’s restraint on them had been lifted entirely. Lydia looked up at the plant, thinking to herself. I need something to come at it with! She looked around, catching the curved metal of a pool ladder, and she got an idea. She took off running for the pool. She ripped the pool ladder out of the pool, turning to face the giant plant, hoping the ladder would be a decent weapon.
Josh staggered into the kitchen, shoving aside a servant. “Sorry, emergency,” he muttered, and they gave him an angry look. He flung the cabinet open, knocking everything out of it. The servant had a thinly-veiled expression of rage, which would have made Josh feel terrible if it really hadn’t been an emergency. Moving aside, he flung open another cabinet, digging through it. He found a jar of honey in the back of that cabinet, pulling it out. He tilted the bottle up, squirting it into his mouth.
The servant shuddered. Josh thought he heard a low, “Supers are disgusting…” before they left the kitchen. Josh held the honey under his tongue for as long as he could, willing himself to get it into his bloodstream. He needed to hurry, not that he didn't trust Lydia to keep herself safe... but he needed to get back and help her as soon as possible. He had some emergency medicine in his room, but he wasn’t sure he could get there that easily.
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Lydia entered the house and she spotted Josh sitting on the couch with a tub of ice cream, and he looked over at her, guiltily. When she gave him a glare, he set it down. “Good timing, Lydia,” he muttered, uncomfortably. “I, uh,” he ruffled his brown hair. “I need to ask you a favor…” When she gave him a weird look, he went on. “I have… some plants. Strong ones. I need to get more practice controlling the really big ones…” he paused. “I never really got to open up and go all out… but you’re definitely strong enough that I could do it. I just need your help.”
Lydia frowned, but then she thought a moment. “Are you suggesting… that I help you train your plants, while you give me something big and tough and durable to beat the crap out of? Because this sounds fun.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” Josh nodded. “I’m ready now, if you are…” Lydia nodded and they went out to the backyard. Josh stood off to the side, taking deep breaths, rubbing his hands together. “Are you ready, Lydia? … Like, seriously, you can change your mind. These aren’t daisies and stuff, this is an actual… large, violent…” he tapered off. “And there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to stop this thing. Some of the bigger ones don’t listen to me.”
“Josh. Shut up and do it.”
Josh reached into his pocket and removed a round seed, wrapping his fist around it. Faster than Lydia could see, roots began shooting from the bottom and it rolled along the ground with all the same effect as if Josh had lobbed a grenade. The thing dug itself violently into the ground, growing up at a violent rate, until it was nearly four feet wide and three times as tall, looming over her, a horrific display of reds, greens, and purples, with more vines than Lydia could even count.
“Well, fuck.” Lydia muttered. She compared it against the house and shuddered. She felt it swing at her, and she dodged it. Josh stood, his hands in his pockets, watching as Lydia just narrowly jumped back, out of the way of a particularly violent spiked vine. She jumped on a vine and tried to approach the flower center but a smooth vine sent her flying, and she bounced on the ground. “This is awesome,” Lydia grinned, getting to her feet. “Can you manifest this thing anytime?”
Josh glanced up at it. “Yes, I can… I only have enough sugar in my body to put it out and put it back up once, so if I get interrupted, you’ll have to let it knock the stuff out of you while I get some more sugar in my bloodstream.”
Lydia opened her mouth to ask the obvious question but a vine grabbed her and yanked her off the ground. “Oof~” She struggled. “Willow, have this thing put me down.” she frowned, her blonde hair swinging. She was getting a little dizzy, being held fifteen feet off the ground and upside down.
“You sure?” The vine let go of her and she fell, but it grabbed her again. “It’d hurt from that height.” Josh said, amused. “Better get loose, Lydia. If it eats you, you lose.” He took a seat, his hands in his lap.
Lydia frowned, but then she thought a moment. “Are you suggesting… that I help you train your plants, while you give me something big and tough and durable to beat the crap out of? Because this sounds fun.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” Josh nodded. “I’m ready now, if you are…” Lydia nodded and they went out to the backyard. Josh stood off to the side, taking deep breaths, rubbing his hands together. “Are you ready, Lydia? … Like, seriously, you can change your mind. These aren’t daisies and stuff, this is an actual… large, violent…” he tapered off. “And there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to stop this thing. Some of the bigger ones don’t listen to me.”
“Josh. Shut up and do it.”
Josh reached into his pocket and removed a round seed, wrapping his fist around it. Faster than Lydia could see, roots began shooting from the bottom and it rolled along the ground with all the same effect as if Josh had lobbed a grenade. The thing dug itself violently into the ground, growing up at a violent rate, until it was nearly four feet wide and three times as tall, looming over her, a horrific display of reds, greens, and purples, with more vines than Lydia could even count.
“Well, fuck.” Lydia muttered. She compared it against the house and shuddered. She felt it swing at her, and she dodged it. Josh stood, his hands in his pockets, watching as Lydia just narrowly jumped back, out of the way of a particularly violent spiked vine. She jumped on a vine and tried to approach the flower center but a smooth vine sent her flying, and she bounced on the ground. “This is awesome,” Lydia grinned, getting to her feet. “Can you manifest this thing anytime?”
Josh glanced up at it. “Yes, I can… I only have enough sugar in my body to put it out and put it back up once, so if I get interrupted, you’ll have to let it knock the stuff out of you while I get some more sugar in my bloodstream.”
Lydia opened her mouth to ask the obvious question but a vine grabbed her and yanked her off the ground. “Oof~” She struggled. “Willow, have this thing put me down.” she frowned, her blonde hair swinging. She was getting a little dizzy, being held fifteen feet off the ground and upside down.
“You sure?” The vine let go of her and she fell, but it grabbed her again. “It’d hurt from that height.” Josh said, amused. “Better get loose, Lydia. If it eats you, you lose.” He took a seat, his hands in his lap.
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Sapphire ran and wrapped her legs around a young man carrying a spear, swinging herself back, on her hand, bringing him over her head and slamming him down, the spear wrenching itself out of his hand, landing on the ground with a thump. Once she was on top of him, she brought her fist down into his solar plexus, leaving him gasping for air. She jumped up, grabbing him and hurling him out of the arena. Her power isn’t strength like mine. I can tell that. Lydia mused.
There were only a few heroes left now. Two heroes were tag teaming a blue haired young man pinned against the wall, pounding on him with their fists. They stepped aside, watching as he vomited blood. Sapphire ran over to them, grabbing them by the hair, slamming their heads together, and they dropped. She exchanged a glance with the blue-haired boy before kicking him in the stomach, causing him to collapse to the ground.
Someone was sneaking up behind her and she turned, bringing her foot across their face, causing them to stagger back. She yelled something at them that was unheard by the crowd, and they disappeared. Sapphire ran and kicked at the air, and someone turned visible and slammed into the ground, before passing out. The crowd screamed as she was the last one left in the arena, and she looked around, before slinking out of the arena, ignoring the announcers trying to speak to her.
Lydia got to her feet as well, filing out of the arena, thinking to herself. She spotted the new number one up ahead, rubbing her arm and waiting. She’s like me. “Hey, you-” Lydia stopped when she saw the blue haired boy rushing towards Sapphire.
“Man, I can’t believe I lost!” He shook his head. “Those two were cheating,” he complained.
“I told you, you need to be more alert,” she said, dryly. She took his hand. “Come on, let’s walk back together. I’ll have to work with you so that doesn’t happen again.”
Lydia immediately turned and headed towards the exit, her hands in her pockets. I guess she’s not that similar to me. I think I’ll take the long way home... Besides, it's not like anyone or anything here matters anyway, at least not to the ones who graduate. The ones who form attachments don't plan on leaving.
There were only a few heroes left now. Two heroes were tag teaming a blue haired young man pinned against the wall, pounding on him with their fists. They stepped aside, watching as he vomited blood. Sapphire ran over to them, grabbing them by the hair, slamming their heads together, and they dropped. She exchanged a glance with the blue-haired boy before kicking him in the stomach, causing him to collapse to the ground.
Someone was sneaking up behind her and she turned, bringing her foot across their face, causing them to stagger back. She yelled something at them that was unheard by the crowd, and they disappeared. Sapphire ran and kicked at the air, and someone turned visible and slammed into the ground, before passing out. The crowd screamed as she was the last one left in the arena, and she looked around, before slinking out of the arena, ignoring the announcers trying to speak to her.
Lydia got to her feet as well, filing out of the arena, thinking to herself. She spotted the new number one up ahead, rubbing her arm and waiting. She’s like me. “Hey, you-” Lydia stopped when she saw the blue haired boy rushing towards Sapphire.
“Man, I can’t believe I lost!” He shook his head. “Those two were cheating,” he complained.
“I told you, you need to be more alert,” she said, dryly. She took his hand. “Come on, let’s walk back together. I’ll have to work with you so that doesn’t happen again.”
Lydia immediately turned and headed towards the exit, her hands in her pockets. I guess she’s not that similar to me. I think I’ll take the long way home... Besides, it's not like anyone or anything here matters anyway, at least not to the ones who graduate. The ones who form attachments don't plan on leaving.
"Yeah, right, like I'd be jealous," she quirked an eyebrow. "No way. You might have your weird teleporty powers, but I like being able to take a beating... And I still think you're being absolutely ridiculous about Benjamin..." She threw her hands up in the air. “I’ll see you after the fight, I guess.” She went into the Heroes’ Arena, climbing the bleachers until she found a seat. The fights hadn’t even started yet.
The arena was packed to the max with the young freshman heroes and she reflected on her first time in the arena, as a freshman. I was so new here, so angry… I’m surprised all that rage didn’t kill me. I hated everything. I’m surprised I even was recognized as a hero… she watched some of the heroes down in the arena chatting amongst themselves, some of them friends, others arguing about who would win, and others enemies. Her eye caught on a brunette girl standing off from the rest of the group, a look of pure annoyance and anger across her face.
That one, right there, was me. I guess I haven’t really changed that much. I still hate almost everything. But I’m working on it… The match started and her eyes scanned the field lazily, as the heroes turned on each other, brutally fighting. Lydia looked back over at the brunette, who was diving into the fight hand over fist, roundhouse kicking one, and grabbing another, swinging them over her shoulder, slamming them onto the ground with force.
If I’m going to graduate… never see my mom again, or my dad… maybe I should at least say goodbye to them. “Hey, thanks for not wanting anything to do with me at all. It really helped shape me as a person.” Lydia thought, sarcastically. Actually, I don’t think I’ll even spare a ‘fuck you’ to my father. Just because he has the genetics for superheroes doesn’t mean he should run around impregnating every woman he sees… fuck him. I am not in the wrong here.
The girl in the arena jumped, delivering a spinning kick across the face of a young man, and Lydia saw his teeth fly out. The girl smirked, clapping her hands and dropping another hero with a leg sweep, and Lydia sat up. Impressive. Who is she? She hasn’t used a power yet. Lydia glanced at the screen, her eyes scanning down the list. Sapphire, huh? She was rank 3 before this match… Impressive. Lydia looked back down at the match, continuing to watch.
The arena was packed to the max with the young freshman heroes and she reflected on her first time in the arena, as a freshman. I was so new here, so angry… I’m surprised all that rage didn’t kill me. I hated everything. I’m surprised I even was recognized as a hero… she watched some of the heroes down in the arena chatting amongst themselves, some of them friends, others arguing about who would win, and others enemies. Her eye caught on a brunette girl standing off from the rest of the group, a look of pure annoyance and anger across her face.
That one, right there, was me. I guess I haven’t really changed that much. I still hate almost everything. But I’m working on it… The match started and her eyes scanned the field lazily, as the heroes turned on each other, brutally fighting. Lydia looked back over at the brunette, who was diving into the fight hand over fist, roundhouse kicking one, and grabbing another, swinging them over her shoulder, slamming them onto the ground with force.
If I’m going to graduate… never see my mom again, or my dad… maybe I should at least say goodbye to them. “Hey, thanks for not wanting anything to do with me at all. It really helped shape me as a person.” Lydia thought, sarcastically. Actually, I don’t think I’ll even spare a ‘fuck you’ to my father. Just because he has the genetics for superheroes doesn’t mean he should run around impregnating every woman he sees… fuck him. I am not in the wrong here.
The girl in the arena jumped, delivering a spinning kick across the face of a young man, and Lydia saw his teeth fly out. The girl smirked, clapping her hands and dropping another hero with a leg sweep, and Lydia sat up. Impressive. Who is she? She hasn’t used a power yet. Lydia glanced at the screen, her eyes scanning down the list. Sapphire, huh? She was rank 3 before this match… Impressive. Lydia looked back down at the match, continuing to watch.
Lydia slid off the counter, getting to her feet. “Yeah, I’m going. Unfortunately,” she walked over to him, sticking her hands in her pockets. She startled when he teleported them and it caused her to stiffen in annoyance. “Adrian! Warn someone when you’re going to teleport them,” she scowled, annoyed. “I get that you have all these fancy powers that you get to throw around willy-nilly…” she crossed her arms. “Geez… but since it’s just us… I don’t believe he’s malicious, I still don’t… but he’s definitely lying. I don’t believe his story even for a moment.”
Lydia frowned to herself, leaning forward, crossing one leg over the other, looking a bit cross. He seems like he means it, well enough... "I assumed since you were apologizing on his behalf that you were a friend of his..." she paused, studying Benjamin. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did... I accept your apology." she pursed her lips. "Thomas has always done what he wanted, when he wanted... If he knew I was here, he probably would have been here before. You didn't do anything wrong... I'm quite sure you're innocent in all this." She glanced at Adrian, before looking back at Benjamin. "I may have overreacted. Yesterday was a bit..." she paused. "troubling."
Lydia stiffened a bit at his comment, immediately filled with rage. Words came out of her mouth before she could even think twice. “Okay. Woah. First thing. Don’t EVER apologize for Thomas. I’ve known that bastard since third grade, and what he did yesterday had nothing to do with you in any way. I’ve discovered anyone who does or is willing to apologize for him is not someone I like or want to be around… At all. Because that means they’re his friends, and I don’t trust Thomas and I don’t trust his friends. Don’t apologize for him. He knows what he was doing.”
She drummed her fingers on the countertop, annoyed. Ugh, that left a pissed off taste in my mouth. Are they friends or something?
“You owe him money? That’s funny. I’d sure like to know what the hell he’s doing to get all that money. The last time I hung out with him, he was living in a one bedroom apartment with his dad, counting change to buy groceries. I’m not sure if I’m just missing some big piece of the puzzle like he won the lottery or pulled off some heist or is amazing at gambling… or if you’re lying. I don’t care if you are. Everyone lies. Just don’t expect me to like you if you’re sticking up or lying for him.”
She drummed her fingers on the countertop, annoyed. Ugh, that left a pissed off taste in my mouth. Are they friends or something?
“You owe him money? That’s funny. I’d sure like to know what the hell he’s doing to get all that money. The last time I hung out with him, he was living in a one bedroom apartment with his dad, counting change to buy groceries. I’m not sure if I’m just missing some big piece of the puzzle like he won the lottery or pulled off some heist or is amazing at gambling… or if you’re lying. I don’t care if you are. Everyone lies. Just don’t expect me to like you if you’re sticking up or lying for him.”
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