High School with THEM

*Just leave the book, it helps my idea anyway, so the book is on a table in the gym. , hey don't fret about it, we know it is your first, soon you'll be really good at this. Just watch what you do and read the rules in the forum. *

She retracted her vectors when the boy had talked to them, thankful he couldn't see them.


"You actually think I'm going?" She said to Arianna, who was standing across from her, a little shaken.


"Well, I don't know. I guess not." She shrugged.


"There's your answer. I've got better things to do then listen to someone who wants to try and tell me what to do. I'm leaving." Binder in hand, she strode off casually down the hill, leaving an open invitation for Arianna to join her. She pushed through the gate and rounded the school, heading to the student parking lot.

Arianna

I watched Lucy stride down towards the parking lot and made an instinctive decision to go with her. Racing down the hill, I soon caught up and fell into step on her right. We proceeded, wrapped in an uncomfortable silence.

"You going home now?" I asked awkwardly.

"Yeah. You got class?" She asked. I shook my head from side to side.

"No. I was planning on flying home..." I shrugged as we reached the asphalt.

*must... try...to get... in!!*

Mike heard the whisperings of a party. If it could be named that. His classes were dull, and he wasn't seeming to spot anyone unusual, and it was starting to annoy him. Except for that girl... the one he had asked directions from. she was definitely different.

His curiousity was piqued. He was going to find out where this party is, and track down the ones like him.

*Sorry I've missed A LOT but the internets down at home so i'm using the libraries, I'm sorry if i screw something up.*

*And I can't think of anything, just DON'T KILL OFF MY CHARACTER AND PLEASE KEEP HER ACTIVE (begs)*

*Sense this isn't going any where*

Senna walked out of detention to the gym. Her book would or should still be on the bleachers. She walked into the gym and saw a crowd, and the boxing ring out. There was a match and the school didn't have a boxing building.

"You looking for something?" The man at the booth in the front asked her,

"I left my book in here earlier, I was just looking for it." She mumbled,

"Is it about vampires?" He asked, she nodded, "Its on the back table." She walked back there and found it. She looked towards the ring and frowned. The kid from earlier was fighting. She wanted to know about him, not make him think she was stalking him.

Well its his fault for making you leave your book. She thought, she watched as the two boxers fought skillfully and she soon found herself sitting and watching. It was actually kinda intriguing to see how they could fight as a sport. She moved the book around in her hand not looking at it as a bad habit when something fell out. She reached down and picked it up. It was a note.

"Caterina Alley, tomorrow night, be there." That was all it said. She looked back up and saw the guy from earlier (Anderson) beating the other boxer. She caught his eye and quickly looked away. His face hardened and he started throwing punches left and right, the other guy tried to get out of reach with out avail. Anderson was pommeling him like his was a punching bag. The other guy's nose broke and blood spewed every where. He started forcing the other guy back towards the ropes and Senna saw his shadow fluttering like it had earlier. The crowd was going wild but her eyes were fixed on the shadow, what made it do that?

A whistle blew loudly and she looked up quickly. She saw the ref jump in and several other bigger men and try to pull Anderson off of the other guy. They finally did, and his opponent fell over the ropes, not moving and probably knocked out. Senna gasped and looked at the guy quickly, his face was hard with anger and she quickly looked away as several people rushed to the unconscious guy.

Anderson had become to calm down holding back his powers deliberety to lose. He didn't want to win. A right hook there a left hook here. He didn't care really. The sport of mortals watching two men fight like some Gladitorial spectacle. The cheering the enjoyment, it was grossly wrong. He was pushed against the ropes now when he saw her the slut the bitch watching him. Growling he threw all his power into each fist. The other guy tried to back off but Anderson kept moving towards him, his fist plommeling the living punch bag.

The nose broke some blood spattered against his face, but still he kept pushing the now terrified guy against the ropes. Everyone by now was no longer cheering but screaming he laughed cruelly and thought "Welcome to the games only one leave alives." Suddenly his hands were locked behind him and the guy he near killed fell on to the ground motionless. He screamed angerily "Ger off me!" They ignored him and pulled him out once they knew the new guy wasn't dead they handed Anderson the cup.

Skylar woke up with a jolt from the books being slammed on her desk.

"You've slept almost 30 minutes after you could have left Miss Anderson." The teacher told her.

"Oh crap! Why didn't you wake me up?" She shouted.

"I found no reason to. It's not my job to look after you now is it?"

"I'd kill myself before I let you do that. But you could have woken me you mother f-"

"I would hold my tongue if I were you."

"You couldn't handle being me." She said, then got up and left the room. I saw an ambulance stop outside as I went to leave campus. Men got out and rushed in, pushing her aside. Skylar rolled her eyes and made her way to the street. She really wished she had a car at times like this. But she couldn't even try for a permit yet because it was on the other side of town and she couldn't walk that far and this stupid town has no public transportation because they're too cheap. At least the street lights worked so she could find her way in the dark since it was around 5 or 6 and would get dark soon. And it's about an hour walk to get back.

She started to think of that boy who wanted her to go to that thing at the cemetary. It was on Saturday. She turned 16 that day. If she had any friends she would have thought it was for her, but that wouldn't happen because she didn't know anyone. She really didn't want to go because the kid wanted Anderson to go too. That guy freaked her out worse than Jyra changing forms.

"Maybe I'll sleep on it." Skylar said out loud as she turned onto the block where "her place" was. No light over here so it was pretty dark. She walked in and went to bed.

((Ok, so. Since we have to go on Saturday, what day is today? I don't think Jyra can really do anything until the meeting))

((Its friday))

Soon after school Max saw Mike. Strangely though, no one was around. Max swooped down and stood on his shoulders. Mike looked up and laughed, swinging at Max's feet to make him fall. His hand hit Max's shin, and his legs flew from under him. As he swung down, he saw a girl coming around the corner.

She looked over at the odd two boys with a questioning look on her face, seeing Max fall from so high up. He bent his knees to brace the fall, and hit the ground.

*Ok, someone get in here!*

Skylar woke up and got ready for school. It was a friday so she guessed that was good and her birthday was the next day. She was gonna try and let nothing bug her today. She walked at a pretty quick pace for once and about cut her normal time in half. As she turned the corner she saw the freakiest thing. Two guys from school were messing around but one was on the other's shoulders. But they had wings! And they were so high up. One saw her and stopped, and fell onto the gravel. They other guy flew down to the floor, rushing to his friend.

Skylar didn't know whether to run and help or to run away. She had seen the one with wings before but she had thought she was haulucinating or something. She slowly walked over.

"Is he gonna be ok?" She asked quietly.

(Coughs, slow down, my next post will be a bit in last night probably do it in a bit, so see this post for being edited)

Senna just stared as the ambulence workers loaded up the unconcious fighter and rushed away. Anderson had a trophey in one hand but he didn't look to happy as he was pulled away by some of his fighting buddies. She tugged the jacket around her shoulders and left the school. She walked out to the parking lot and got in her truck driving home. She quietly walked in the door and saw her foster parents argueing.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" The husband asked,

"At school, I left my book in the gym and there was a boxing match so I stayed and watched." She mumbled making a be line for her room.

"And where do you think you are going?" His wife demanded,

"To my room." She said as she kept walking.

"I don't think so." The husband grabbed her shoulder and yanked her to back over to them. She winced as her wrist got banged around.

"Let me go, I have homework." She hissed angerly.

"Don't talk back to me young lady." His hand meet her face and she winced in pain tearing out of his grasp. She ran outside and kept going. She wouldn't be able to drive right now so she left her truck for now. She just needed to run.

*this was written on a personal request.*

Robin had hardly wanted to talk to Anderson in person. He was the random factor in the whole plan. Robin was uncomfortable about facing unpredictable things. But he had known he would have to. He had a plan, a bit unorthodox but necessarry.
The fellow in question was just walking into the local pub as he did after every match. The pub was named The Hallow. He had the slightest of bruises on him. Hardly worth noting. Anderson would not wait for a reason to knock out somebody who irritated him. He had seated himself far from the door in a corner...........trapped in a corner.
"Tell me has a girl called Skylar talked to you lately,"Robin asked setting two glasses on th table, "Go ahead take it, its on me."
Anderson turned towards him suddenly. So much for being cornered, he was in the corner now. "Why? Is there any reason?"
Robin almost sighed. No violent outburst? No string of abuses? He had seen what had happened to the oppanent in the boxing ring. Maybe it all went down to the mood. And maybe the girl had decided not to take the risk of talking to this specimen. Not that it mattered they were all tools in his plan. He could weild them himself if he had to. He watched satisfied as Anderson took the whole drink in at one go. He himself took a sip of his lime soda.
"Never heard of anybody called Skylark he said," grinning happily and asking for another mugful. Amazing he was falling right into place.
"Senna?"
Anderson frowned but then,"No."
He was lying of course or so Robin thought. The shadows quivered behind him, trying to warn him but it was too late. He downed his fourth mug in considerably quick succession. Tht's right now just stay conscious and I'll show you the bait- Robin thought.
"Alexander Ronald?"
With a lurch Anderson got up his chair on the ground his hands calsped around Robin's collar raising him in the air.
"Who the heck are ye kid?" he growled, in a slightly drunken accent.
"Careful with the shirt or you'll never ffind out,"Robin gasped.
People were staring at them, anderson put him down slowly his eyes blazing, his shadows squirming and his mouth in a snarl.
Robin almost winced. Unpredictable as expected. Maybe getting him drunk hadn't been the best idea.
"Come to Caterina Alley if you want to find out. Saturday at Eight 'o clock. He'll be there"
Surprisingly, Anderson calmed down or rather he turned around and took another swig. Maybe that would help. And surprisingly it did. He picked up his chair and sat down on it. Then putting his chin on the edge of the table he started to sob. No tears but he was crying, sure thing. Robin knew it was a drunken mood, he'd snap out of it, but it was unexpected nonetheless. He could not wait any longer. He turned and almost ran out leaving the doors of The Hallow swishing.