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Postby Korhal IVV » Thu Feb 28, 2019 7:28 am

Yitzak Shamari
Brooklyn


From the slanted rooftop of an apartment building, a hooded figure watched the battle fold before his eyes, looking down as the bank robbery had culminated in a fierce firefight between metahuman criminals, their cohorts, and the First Earth Battalion. The white and yellow trailings of his cloak fluttered in the wind, flowing like leaves in a cool summer breeze. On his belt was a metallic, cylindrical object with the likeness of a sword hilt, except that there was no blade... yet. This strange, hooded figure was no other than the afamed Firesword, a magically attuned metahuman warrior of the First Earth Battalion that wielded a mighty blade of pure magical and plasmatic energy that earned him his moniker amongst the population and his colleagues in the First Earth Battalion. His foes call him “the bastard that always wipes out our henchmen”, and it was true in every aspect. Firesword often preferred destroying or disabling every normal human in service to the metahuman criminals that they often fought to make the lives and jobs of his allies easier in so many ways. Many a fool has attempted to fire bullets at Firesword in a futile attempt to cut him down, only for such fools to discover that not one bullet can get past the blade that this magical warrior wielded; his movements and blocking are simply too fast for any mundane human to match, and many a foe has been forced to a tiring duel against the Firesword, who enjoyed extended duels as a testament to his skill. To add insult to the injury, every defeat he brings upon his foes would soon be uploaded to social media, making the criminals he defeats into the laughing stock of the entire nation.

Firesword stood up in preparation for his grand entry into combat. His Semitic features were unmistakable; anyone can swear that he has the likeness of a Jewish bachelor. The hood, however, concealed his eyes and forehead until the very end. He was known as “White Riding Hood” by some, after all...

In a few more moments, he jumped down towards the retreating mundanes that attempted to flee the battle. Just as Kaleidoscope took one down, another was destroyed as Firesword landed upon the unfortunate fool, cutting through the henchman from top to bottom with his energyblade, which left nothing but burning cinders in its path. The first foe dropped, and as several others took aim with their guns, they would find that they picked the worst foe in such a fight imaginable. Every single bullet was melted in nanoseconds as three robbers fired in vain. Firesword then cut off the hands of one before pushing him away with telekinesis, and moved on to the next targets...
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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Sun Mar 03, 2019 9:13 am

Korhal IVV wrote:Yitzak Shamari
In a few more moments, he jumped down towards the retreating mundanes that attempted to flee the battle. Just as Kaleidoscope took one down, another was destroyed as Firesword landed upon the unfortunate fool, cutting through the henchman from top to bottom with his energyblade, which left nothing but burning cinders in its path. The first foe dropped, and as several others took aim with their guns, they would find that they picked the worst foe in such a fight imaginable. Every single bullet was melted in nanoseconds as three robbers fired in vain. Firesword then cut off the hands of one before pushing him away with telekinesis, and moved on to the next targets...


"Oi!" Firesword's rampage had drawn the attention of Blur, who flung a fallen trooper's gun at him at a speed far in excess of what a normal human could have managed. If the weapon connected it would do some serious damage, though it was only intended as a distraction as she zipped past him, swinging one of her tonfa's like a bat, aimed for Firesword's elbow. Blur might not be a killer, but if that blow connected it could shatter an Elbow.

As the last of the non-meta human robbers retreated back into the bank, the truck that had landed on Hellgate exploded. While the main body of the vehicle didn't move very far, there was no lack of shrapnel or burning pieces of debris raining down on anyone standing near it. Hellgate, it turned out, was not squashed. He stalked out of the wreckage looking no worse for wear... except now his armour was on fire. His footsteps scorched the ground as he walked. He didn't say a word, and his armoured mask hide any expressions that might have been on his face, but he looked angry. Wordlessly he held a hand up in the direction of Ebrael, who was now the focus of his ire...

The explosion shook the square, shattering windows, setting off car alarms and flinging Blur from her feet before she was able to press her attack on Firesword. She came up quickly, though the wound in her flank looked bad. Her expression was one of total shock, and while she didn't look like the sort who would entirely drop her guard, her attention had been drawn to the source of the explosion and the rolling cloud of dust that was descending on them now. The building that had once been the headquarters of the First Earth Battalion, where the Council was meeting with a Russian delegation, was gone, somewhere in that huge cloud of dust.

Hellgate hadn't been flung from his feet but the explosion had seemingly come as a surprise to him as well. Surprise enough that he had hesitated before immediately trying to roast Ebrael.

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Postby Demencia » Sun Mar 03, 2019 3:34 pm

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Brooklyn


It seemed that the various members of the FEB were having a lot of trouble with the two metas down below. After a while of providing aerial intel, Icarus was getting tired of watching the embarrassment below her. Unfortunately the trouble was only going to continue when the building exploded, knocking people back and sending pieces flying everywhere.

Zinnia worked to dodge the bits of masonry that flew upwards, not appreciating how often someone had tried to knock her out of the sky this time. Luckily the extra altitude she gained to give herself and edge against Hellgate allowed her more time to get out of the way.

She decided to take matters in to her own hands, and set her sights on Blur. She watched as the speedster ran, and calculated where their paths could intersect. She tucked her wings in and began to dive, her hair being buffeted by the sudden increase in speed. She readied her hands, aiming to dig her talons into Blur like a hawk into a vole.

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Postby New Aeyariss » Mon Mar 04, 2019 6:30 pm

When one is in combat, he tends to focus his senses on the task at hand. The explosions in the background, Hellgate lifting himself up from the wreck of the lorry he had been crushed under - all this captured Wikus's attention. The self proclaimed defender of humanity had just found himself a target that he wasn't going to leave this area alive, no matter the cost.

"Suggetsion" came the mechanical voice of the Malakian warrior, as it's FLIR sensors lit up "Abomination codenamed "Hellgate" classified as threat level; extreme. Recommendation; exterminate instantly without hesitation."

"For once my dear friend, you are right." Wikus said with a hint of anger in his voice. His opponent manipulated fire, just like the metahuman that killed his family all those years ago. Flashbacks of the memory flashed between eyes of the former mercenary, putting him in a state of frenzy that was only going to be quenched when Hellgate becomes a pavement stain.

The massive war machine clenched it's arms to cover it's face. Just at that moment, a ball if fire hit them. Wikus felt a sharp pain in his hand - evidence that the machine's armor had been hit, but managed to withstand the blow.

With a blood freezing roar, the massive frame of Eprahel sprinted into run, using the massive steps to cover the distance between itself and Hellsgate. If said villain wasn't going to be crushed by a lorry, he was going to taste something heavier - a foot of Malakian warrior descending straight on him, with sole intent of crushing him under it's own weight. Should he evade it, a soccer kick was going to follow it.
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Postby Atkemri » Mon Mar 04, 2019 9:02 pm

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Death-Bullet had began shifting his attention away from the normal robbers to Hellgate when the truck exploded causing him to fall on to his back. He looked up and saw that the FEB building was destroyed leaving not much possibility of survival of anyone in there. "Who did that?!" He would've looked at his 'partners' but he was too busy opening fire on Hellgate to pay much attention to the rest of them.
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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Tue Mar 05, 2019 4:22 pm

Demencia wrote:Zinnia Howard
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Brooklyn


...

She decided to take matters in to her own hands, and set her sights on Blur. She watched as the speedster ran, and calculated where their paths could intersect. She tucked her wings in and began to dive, her hair being buffeted by the sudden increase in speed. She readied her hands, aiming to dig her talons into Blur like a hawk into a vole.


Blur reacted at the last moment as Icarus' shadow fell across her, flinging herself across to her left, talons scraped on leather but didn't sink in. As she rolled though, there was a horrid crunching noise and the speedster gave a choking cry. When she rolled, she had managed to drive the piece of glass embedded in her flank deeper into her side. From behind the domino mask, hazel eyes were streaming. She looked at Icarus, then at the bank. It looked like she wanted to give up, but as she glanced around the square, she seemed to decide that would result in her untimely demise and the bank was so close. In a flash she was up and running again, scooting through the front door.

Half a moment someone else bolted out the other day. It wasn't Blur, this one wore the gear of the robbers, although from under the combat helmet they also looked female. A hail of gunfire from the bank followed them, kicking up small flecks of stone and dust.

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Death-Bullet

Death-Bullet had began shifting his attention away from the normal robbers to Hellgate when the truck exploded causing him to fall on to his back. He looked up and saw that the FEB building was destroyed leaving not much possibility of survival of anyone in there. "Who did that?!" He would've looked at his 'partners' but he was too busy opening fire on Hellgate to pay much attention to the rest of them.


Hellgate, meanwhile, didn't even seem to register as the bullets hit him, turning his attention back to the bank, which he ran towards in a slow, lumbering gate. They clearly hit though, cutting through his damaged armour. The holes erupted in jets of fire, leeching something that looked an awful lot like magma, before quickly sealing over with some form of burned crust.

Kaleidoscope, from her position on the second floor, also flung a bolt of energy. It struck Hellgate, but rather than having its usual effect, only seemed to make him glow brighter. She didn't throw another.

New Aeyariss wrote:With a blood freezing roar, the massive frame of Eprahel sprinted into run, using the massive steps to cover the distance between itself and Hellsgate. If said villain wasn't going to be crushed by a lorry, he was going to taste something heavier - a foot of Malakian warrior descending straight on him, with sole intent of crushing him under it's own weight. Should he evade it, a soccer kick was going to follow it.


Trying to crush Hellgate also didn't go as expected. As the huge foot came down, the man, if indeed he was still a man, held up a hand. It was a bit like trying to crush a diamond. The paving stones cracked, but there was no sign that he was being injured. He gave a low growl as he directed the heat from his body upwards into the sole of Eprahel's foot, building up, within moments, to the point where steel would melt and organic substances spontaneously catch alight, getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment. The name 'Hellgate' would probably begin to make a lot more sense; he seemed to be a conduit, a living gateway, to a world of flame and magma and he only seemed to get hotter the more hits he took.

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Zinnia's wings unfurled and with one flap she rocketed forward. She kept chase on Blur, determined to get a hold of the villain one way or another. "You'll bleed to death if you keep this up!" she yelled. "If you give up you'll get that looked at. You could have punctured something, is that really how you want to go? Alone, in a pool of your own blood? Let me help you." Zinnia pleaded, hoping that injury would force Blur to think sensibly

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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Sun Mar 10, 2019 4:55 pm

Blur staggered as she got to the door of the bank, turning back as she opened it. She looked back over the dead and injured robbers who had been with her, about half a dozen of whom had not made it back to the bank, then shook her head, "Your team would kill me." she answered Icarus, her voice sounding raspy and having lost its usual tone of mild amusement. She nodded back towards the dust cloud that was closing rapidly on the square, "There will be injured and trapped people after that... listen, if you can guarantee the non-metas will go into normal police custody I will talk to everyone about surrendering. If you can do that and give us two minutes?"

The explosion seemed to have acted as a sign for Hellgate as well who was backing towards the bank, hands held out, ready to start another fire if anyone made a move against him. Blur was right, there would be chaos in the aftermath of whatever had been detonated in the Battalion's Headquarters...

"What's she saying?" Kaleidoscope spoke over the comms. From her vantage point she could see there was a conversation going on but couldn't make out any of the words.

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Postby Demencia » Mon Mar 11, 2019 1:21 pm

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Zinnia listened to Blur's proposal. She was slightly concerned about the two minute stipulation, because while that could be time for her to tell everyone to surrender, it could also be long enough to do something else like blow up another building. Imogen was suddenly in her ear, wanting to know what was being said which slightly annoyed the supermodel though she didn't say anything. "She says that they'll surrender as long as NYPD takes the non-metas, and we give them two minutes." she said, holding one finger to her earpiece. "Has any of the Council been located? Were they in the building?"

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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Mon Mar 11, 2019 1:46 pm

OOC: Jumping the gun a bit on this post, but I think it's important background for everyone to decide on a course of action.

Imogen (Kaleidoscope) took a moment to consider, "As far as I know all of the Council were in the building. They had been trying to negotiate access rights to Russia... I'm guessing that is probably off the table now. I don't know if anyone made it out; comms have been silent since the explosion."

"I'm not really sure what to do." she confessed after another slight pause. "Hellgate and Blur looked pretty shocked when the bomb went off, I don't think they did it, but I'd be very surprised if they didn't know something. Blur is probably right about there being civilian casualties behind us, but she could be playing for time. Playing for time might benefit us as well though; this area is locked down and two or three of us can probably keep them pinned down while the others see what good we can do in the rubble."

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Postby New Aeyariss » Tue Mar 12, 2019 8:00 am

It did indeed hurt.

To be frank, Wikus was seriously surprised by the sheer amount of fight this man could put up. After all, not everyone could survive having a several dozens of tons heavy mech step on you - and come on top. The massive feet that not so long ago attempted to crush Hellgate ended in doing nothing other than causing a massive crack on the pavement.

And then came the pain.

Searing, burning pain appeared in Wikus's left leg, jolting the sensitive nerves located in that area. Yet, despite it hurting, the damage was still nowhere enough to knock the massive mech out of the fight - and neither did Wikus unleash the true fury of the giant war machine.

"Suggestion:" once again sounded the mechanical voice of the Malakian "Abomination appears to be deriving his power from the flames. Cool him down to increase damage."

And then it happened.

Confusion. Chaos.

Wikus withdrew his leg, and used a step to generate some space between the Malakian and his opponent. Only now the true gravity of the situation was reaching him. The First Earth Battalion's HQ was gone, and the Council's fate unknown. The Storm would for sure ask him of a detailed report, and information he could aquire now would be of prime importance. With enough luck, he could even ascend higher into the structure. The very thought of the damage he could case to FEB made him smirk.

"I warned you all" shouted Wikus "This was all likely a distraction! Hadn't anyone found the timing of this attack, and that explosion, coincidental? We need to get to them and arrest them while we still can and interrogate them properly. Eprahel can survive Hellgate's blasts for a while. I could hold him off while you either pour some water, or find other way to extinguish those flames of his, over."

Still focused, Wikus awaited the continuation of action. He knew that to take this abomination down, he would have to cooperate with others - no matter how he hated that thought. Hellgate reminded him of the metahuman that burned his family - and for that fact alone, he was going to pay.
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Postby Demencia » Tue Mar 12, 2019 8:58 pm

Zinnia looked down and shook her head for a few moments, trying to think of what to do. "Shit." she muttered under her breath. This would have to happen to me, wouldn't it? she thought. None of the others are in this spot. After a bit of thinking and internal debate, she made her mind up. "Two minutes. Not a second more." she yelled. "Then come out, get that wound looked at. No sense in more people dying for nothing..." she said, a slight waver in her voice.

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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Sat Mar 16, 2019 11:38 am

Demencia wrote:Zinnia looked down and shook her head for a few moments, trying to think of what to do. "Shit." she muttered under her breath. This would have to happen to me, wouldn't it? she thought. None of the others are in this spot. After a bit of thinking and internal debate, she made her mind up. "Two minutes. Not a second more." she yelled. "Then come out, get that wound looked at. No sense in more people dying for nothing..." she said, a slight waver in her voice.


"Thank you! I'll make sure the violence stops." Blur wasn't moving that quickly anymore as she staggered into the bank. The heroes in the square would see her motioning for the robbers in the lobby to gather round, before the doors shut behind her.

Hellgate, meanwhile, let out a low growl, stomping into the bank after her. He did not look inclined to surrender...

A minute ticked by. All was quiet on the inside. Another twenty seconds. The dust from the fallen Headquarters building descended on the square like a great blanket, dimming the light of the sun and dropping visibility to just a few feet. Kaleidoscope appeared in the square, coughing, her eyes screwed up against the choking dust, "Okay, I know we said we'd give her two minutes, but I'm going to recommend that Ephrael hikes back in the direction of HQ and sees if there is anything he can do to save trapped civilians and Batallion members. I get that Blur is annoying, but some people stealing some money has got to be lower priority than whatever is going on over there." she waved the hand she wasn't trying to cover her mouth with in the direction the dust cloud had come from, "I can help out here. I'm not the most useful person when it comes to heavy lifting."

Even as she finished there was a rattle of gunfire from inside the bank, then someone in the same armour the robbers wore came bursting out, firing backwards in the direction of the building without looking at what she was aiming at, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" she sqwarked, flinging herself down on the ground despite the fact that nobody seemed to be chasing or firing back at her.

"Don't shoot!" Kaleidoscope repeated, holding up her hands and stepping between the rest of the Batallion and the newcomer... though she probably didn't need to. The newcomer's voice was familiar; it was Jocelyn Triggs or 'Cuttlefish' as she was more normally known. She and Kaleidoscope were almost inseparable, although she lacked the British woman's strong aversion to lethal force, "JJ, calm down, there's nobody on your tail." Kaleidoscope finished, turning back to the woman on the ground.

Cuttlefish waved back towards the bank desperately, "Hellgate wandered in so I thought 'why not' and put a couple of bullets in his back... which just pissed him off. More importantly though, there's a third meta in the bank with funny cat eyes. Drew a big portal on the wall and people started hopping through it. I don't think they've stolen anything at all. This was all just a big distraction!"

If they ran as fast as they could, the Batallion members would just get there in time to see the portal close, and catch one glimpse of big green eyes with long slit-like pupils.

"Is anybody out there?" there was static on the First Earth Battalion channels, "Is there anybody out there?" the voice was that of David Raynott, the Battalion's lobbyist on Capital Hill, "I'm at the Headquarters building. We need help. This is a disaster... oh God..."




Over the next few days the carnage at First Earth Battalion Headquarters was broadcast over every news station in the country. There were hundreds of dead, those in the building itself and innocent bystanders on the streets outside, struck or buried beneath falling rubble. Miraculously, one of the Council of Seven had managed to survive, Christopher Fryxell, the Seer, though he was in a coma in intensive care and it was anyone's guess when he would wake up again. None of the Russian delegation they had been meeting with had made it out alive. What the media did not mention, but which the Battalion members would be uncomfortably aware of was that most of the council should have been powerful enough to resist a conventional bomb blast and a falling building. Whatever had been used had to have been enhanced somehow to kill the nearly indestructible meta-humans that the blast had taken out.

Whatever had happened, the public was beginning to question the Battalion. If it couldn't protect itself, how could it be expected to protect them?

Interviews with the captured robbers revealed nothing of use. They were ex-soldiers, offered a lot of money to go to the First Brooklyn Savings Bank, defend themselves from some meta-humans then evacuate again. They had known it would be dangerous, but the pay had been excellent. The man who approached them had been a generic suit. They had never actually met Blur or Hellgate before the mission (at which point they were already masked) and pay had been made in Krugerrands, making the payment practically untraceable.

In the background to all of this, David Raynott had taken over the reigns of the Battalion, evacuating all the surviving members to a safe house in rural Maine before jetting back to the capital. The safe house was, more accurately, a Victorian era mansion, with well appointed bedrooms, en-suite bathrooms, a big meeting room and a nice living room with a massive television on one wall and a view out across a well manicured garden. More importantly though, it wasn't public knowledge that the FEB owned the building and it was remote enough that the ring of hidden security cameras would pick up any intruder long before they were in a position to attack the building.





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Two Weeks Later...

It was just after midday and JJ Triggs, Kaleidoscope, had flung herself down on one of the couches in the living room, languidly sprawled across it before switching the television over to Hollywood Gossip.

Imogen Vaughan, the meta known as Kaleidosocope had been reading in the corner up until that point. She looked up with an exasperated sigh, "Really? Of all the things you could be watching?"

JJ gave the other woman a roguish grin, then shrugged, settling back down into the couch, "I suppose you'd be on the news... I can tell you what it would be saying blah blah blah Fist Earth Batallion blew it... literally!"

JJ giggled slightly at her own joke, glancing across at Imogen who shook her head, "Too soon."

That drew another shrug, "Fine, but you know I'm right. I'd like to find out something new... see Harriet Newton has been discharged from hospital after a drunken escapade. Bet you didn't know that."

"Who the hell is Harriet Newton?"

"Oh you know... the one who's dad had all the money? Dated all those famous dudes? Constantly in and out of rehab?" JJ's eyebrows inched up slightly with each successive shake of the head, "Immy... you're a lovely girl and all that, but you need to lighten up a little! Do something other than read dire tomes about the impending apocalypse. What are you reading?" Imogen held the book up, cover out, "'Contracts with the Fair Folk'?" JJ asked, then laughed, "You know, blonde people are allowed to sign contracts. We're not actually a different species."

"Not that kind of 'fair folk'." Imogen answered, somewhat testily, "I'm trying to find out anything I can about who did that bank job. You could help you know."

"I am helping. By keeping myself fresh and alert for when a real lead comes along" JJ remarked, turning back to the television, "I'd be willing to bet money that book is less useful than my TV show."
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Michael stood in the middle of the road, looking from the picture in his hand to the mansion ahead of him. He repeated this motion a couple more times, before deciding to just hold the photo over the mansion and try to figure things out like that.

It... mostly looked the same. A few details seemed off, like the noticeable difference in the colour palette that had thrown him off earlier, but when he framed it like this, he was pretty sure it was the same place. At the very least, the background was identical, so he was hoping that was the case.

Deciding that he had been standing there staring too long, and that anyone who might have caught sight of him doing so would probably find him mighty suspicious, he readjusted the backpack he wore and made his way over to the front door. God he hoped whoever answered the door was someone he knew though, otherwise this could prove to be an awful first impression, especially considering the reasons behind why he was meeting them here instead of back where they'd apparently used to be headquartered.

Well, they'd probably still be awful considering they almost definitely wouldn't know him back, but at least he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable trying to talk to them if he knew all their secrets!

And so he knocked on the door, frantically going over his cover story for exactly why he knew the location of this particular safehouse, or that it was even a safehouse to begin with for that matter.

He sighed, as he realised he only kind of half remembered the cover story to begin with. This... This was probably going to be a long, frustrating day...

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Zinnia didn't really have the luxury of being able to law low. She had commitments to keep in her regular life that meant she had to still be visible. She tried her best to avoid any questions about the attack, redirecting to the official statement instead. She kept on doing her appearances as scheduled; photoshoots, press conferences, even some meetings that weren't public knowledge yet about possible acting roles.

She tried her best to put the events behind her, even though the thought of retiring from hero duties had crossed her mind several times in the aftermath. She never voiced these concerns to anyone, because she was worried about how selfish they sounded: putting her own projects and comfort above the safety of the masses. For now, Icarus would still fly, but it wasn't guaranteed for how long.

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Postby Fedel » Wed Mar 20, 2019 10:19 pm

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"Before I let you all go, let's see how you all did compared to my other classes."

Nathan looked on attentively as his History professor, Mr. Henderson, tapped away at his keyboard and glanced at his computer screen.

"Well, you collectively ranked fourth out of my seven classes. Not bad, but the second and third highest scores were only in the eighties. Mr. Demask brought the class average up by two full percentage point by managing to achieve full marks on the exam, including the extra credit section. Congratulations young man. Now, you all seemed to struggle most with the writing section of the exam. I'd advise using your phone for something actually useful and timing yourself with it while you write a practice essay at home in preparation for the next one. "Yes, there will be a writing portion on the next exam. You have 3 weeks to prepare for it however, I'm hoping you'll do better now that you know what to expect."

Looking on amusedly at the fidgeting students the professor waved his hand.

"Class dismissed."

Nathan was beaming as he gathered up his stuff, pleased to have received praise from his favorite teacher. As he left the class he was feeling lighter then he had for a long time. With a bounce in his step he made his way over to his locker, only to be shoved up against it.

Nathan looked around wildly, his gaze settling on a scowling Steve Brown, one of the linebacker's for Davidson High's football team.

"What's your problem?" He demanded shakily, his face turning pale as he tried to figure a way out of his situation.

"You, little asswipe. You made us come in fourth in test scores."

Nathan waited for the jock to be more forthcoming but when all he got in return was a glare he figured he had nothing to lose.

"... And?"

"Retard! Everybody knows the 3 bottom scoring classes get graded on a curve. I would've passed if you hadn't fucked me over!" The jock slammed his fist into the locker beside Nathan's head, causing him to flinch. "Now, listen up. You're going to bomb Henderson's next test or I'll make sure you won't be able to take his next test. You get me?"

Gathering up his courage, Nathan managed to get out two words.

"Fuck off."

Nathan had just enough time to shut his eyes as the jock's fist came hurtling at his face. Surprisingly, when he opened them again, Steve was lying on the ground alternating between cursing and groaning in pain as he cradled his fist.

"What the hell?" Nathan muttered. Deciding that now was not the best time to question what had happened, he took off down the hallway and sprinted out of the exit, glancing back only once to see if he was being followed. Finding that he had lost any of the jock's entourage that might've been pursuing him, Nathan slowed down giving himself a moment to catch his breath as a nervous laugh bubbled out of him.

"What just happened?" He said aloud half puzzled and half bemused.
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