Posted Oct 19 2012 - 07:08 PM
The four of us never got the chance to be Bad Co., mainly because we moved. Things at the company my dad worked at had gone south, and the company was forced to move out west. It was a security software company. When the company moved, my dad had to. It was that or find something else. He knew he couldn't find anything else, he just knew, somehow. So we packed up, and we all had to leave our home. Me, dad, and Sarah had all grown up here, in the north. Mom had lived out in California, so she knew what it was like back their. The last time I saw Blake for a while, we talked for a bit. “We'll keep in touch, right?” He asked. “Of course, Bad Company, till the day we die.” That was the last thing I said to Blake. I gave Lexie a hug, a kiss, and let her free. I don't know if she did date anyone else after I left. After we said our goodbyes, we all piled into the van, and drove off, to the west.When we had left, it was about a month before school started. Me and Sarah had already finished our freshmen year and were starting our Jr. year. It was a small town, right next to the coast. The waves weren't bad, and it wad some forests about an hours car ride. The school did all the grade levels, as it was such a small town. There was the public one that me and Sarah went to, and the prep school in the mountains. Their was a bitter hate to the prep kids, and most of them were mental if the rumors were true. I think the town name was Pedrico Beach, if I my memory is right. They all hated mutants. It was apparent in every aspect of the school. You could play any sports if you were a mutant, couldn't host or join clubs, and just about every activity was blocked off for mutants. So, of course me and Sarah complied, going with the idea of hopes up high and heads down low. It worked, for about a week. Then, people started to complain about having to sit next to a muttie, so Sarah had to take a seat in the back of the class, away form everybody else. It really ticked me off, as she was my sister, but we were powerless against the school. By the end of the month, Sarah only talked to me, and my own powers started to show. I was working on some computers, and then a was done, in like a minute. Now, I was good with computers, but not that good. I figured a was a techno-path, and I didn't tell anyone, at all. With this secret, I started my own company. It was mainly selling and buying electronic parts. I made good money with it, and paid it self very fast. Now that school was close to the point were I just wanted to burn it down, with lemons, things got worse. The stars of the football team, the QB and wide receiver, decide it be fun to mess with Sarah. They called her a lot of nasty names, and I was just about to punch the QB's lights out when Sarah clawed them both. The QB in the arms, and the receiver in the legs. They couldn't run, or throw now. The next week, as we were walking home, the entire football team came up to us. Now, our school had a decent sized team. It was about 12 linemen, each close to 230 pounds, and then about 20 or so guys in backfield spots, it was a lot of people. They cornered us, and we had to fight them all. I was fighting linemen. These boys had size, but not a lot of pain tolerance without their pads on. I made short work of them. Sarah finished up the backfield players quickly. The next day, the principal, who was also the head coach of the football team, was upset, to say the least. He yelled at us for about a good three or four minutes. Then he let us speak. “Sir, with all respect, all of the players attacked first. We were both acting in self defense.” “Then what about my two best players? Explain that one, you muttie trash.” I almost hit the man at this point. “Same case their sir. The attacked first. If I may ask, what has my sister done , before today and the week before? What has she done? Nothing, that’s what. But all of you bigots can't get your heads out of your own ***, so why bother trying to explain. All you'll do is give the team a pat on the back for trying to beat someone who looks different, and is smarter then you, any of the teachers, or that entire team.” with that, me and Sarah left. I didn't care about this place anymore. So I started one of my most ambiguous goals, every. I was going to be a Spartan, one way or another. I started not long after the fight with the team. Anytime we passed them in the halls, I could look at them, and they would be afraid. I had gotten along with most of the nerds in the school as well. I learned very quickly that they were either a die hard Elder Scrolls fan, or a die hard Tolkien fan. It was I who brought them together. It was nice, to see them trade insults in both Tolkien elvish, and then talk like normal people in dragon-tongue the next. We also made a blend of the two, and it sound fairly good as well. That was the official language of us nerds and geeks. We all spoke it well, ans used to confuse everyone else. It was great. During all this time, my dad was becoming a drinker, very fast. I found a bottle of vodka in the trash about once a week. He never had been like this before, and it worried me a bit. While me and Sarah had to fight of football players and dad was drinking him self to death, I was working on my armor. It was coming along well. I already had the helmet finished, and was making good progress on the chest plate. During the winter break, my grandfather, an old, retired Japanese blacksmith, taught both of us how to make the ancient sword of Japan, the Katana. I wasn't bad, but my sister was on a much higher level. She made amazing blades. For those how don't know, a katana is rated by how many bodies it can cut through in a single slice. I could make a 7 body blade, which was my best. That's average. Sarah though, she could make a 9 body blade, with ease. I'll never know if it was a mutant power, or she was a good listener,But my grandfather was extremely proud of her, and She need it. As the year went on, I joined more clubs,and that was an almost fatal mistake.Link to review topic: here
Edited by thelonewander, Oct 19 2012 - 07:09 PM.
War...war never changes.A wanderer always walks the lonesome road at some point. alwaysTales of the WandererWe crawl, on our knees for you,under, a sky no longer blue, we sweat, all day long for you.But we sow, seeds to see us though,cause sometimes dreams just don't come true, we wait, to reap what we are due.
Everything I touch turns to Ashes,
...It slips right though my hands