Monday, May 17, 2010

Chapter 5: I don't want to be
Chapter 5: I Don't Want to Be


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Wow, I can't believe how long it has been since I last worked on this. Took a break in order to focus on school and now is May. I had been hoping to finish this chapter before school started…didn't work out quite that way. But now back.



My dad takes a couple of steps closer to me, his face still tear-streaked. Getting on his knees right in front of me. He lets out a sob, "Oh son, can you ever forgive me?"


I simply stared, absolutely speechless.


He went on, "I have been nothing but a lily-belly chickenshit to you. You never looked like either your mother or I and your powers being magic-based always made me suspect you aren't really my son and that your mother must have cheated on something or me. But instead of confronting that issue like a real man, I acted like a passive-aggressive jerk and treated you as if you didn't exist. Purposely missing your recitals, forgetting your birthday, treating Scotty like a son, and even that time when you were in sixth grade and I was suppose to pick you up, I lied I really did know you were in middle school and not the elementary where I pretended to wait for you. Instead of being an ass back at me, you let it slide and even defended me when Nascar called me out about my behavior…Oh son, you been more of a man than your old man. Can you ever forgive me? No, on second thought I don't deserve you forgiveness."


With that he started brawling like a baby again. I quickly patted his back, "Dad, it's okay. It's okay."


Just than I heard Grandpa snort, "Wimp. To think I thought I had a son when all the time it was really a whiny little girl."


I snapped at him, "Gee, we can't all be heartless assholes, can we?"


Grandpa snarled, "Watch your tongue, boy. You have no right to talk to me like that, especially since you don't even deserve the name of Armstrong."


I didn't even bat an eye, "So, I guess I am a bastard than so we have that much in common."


Than I added, "But for completely different reasons."


He snarled and took a step toward me, "Why you."


Suddenly Dad got up on his feet and turned his head toward his father, "Stay away from my son."


Dad got nose-to-nose to Grandpa, "And for your information, Lance deserves the name of Armstrong more than you. You have done nothing but embarrass our family, old man. I want you to leave right now."


Aunt Madeline just rolled her eyes, "Enough of the macho crap, now let's get back to business. Did you not hear the boy refer himself as a bastard; we obviously aren't giving him the right message."


That was what I always liked about Aunt Madeline; she always cut through all the bullshit and got down to business. She was a normal woman but she aged very well. You know the actress Susan Sullivan who played Kitty Montgomery on the TV show Dharma & Greg, that is who Aunt Madeline is a dead ringer of.


She put her hands on each shoulder and looked me stare in the eye, "Clearly, you aren't getting the right message. First of all, you aren't a bastard nor did Pamela did not have an affair and try to hide it. Instead the truth is more complicated than that. Your parents were married when you were born but the thing is you aren't Pamela and Theo's boy rather you were switched at birth with their biological son. Apparently at the time of your birth, Pamela and Theo's boy was born the same exact time and both of you were exactly three months premature as well both of your mothers had severe trauma during your birth. For those reasons supposedly the hospital somehow sent you home with the wrong set of parents."


She took a deep breath, "Unfortunately your biological mother did not make it."


It took a moment for all of it to sink in, "So, than I am not the child of rape between my mom and some freaky monster?"


Now it was Aunt Madeline's turn to blink, "Excuse me?"


"Oh…my…God," my mother gasp in horror, her hand on mouth, "No, no, oh baby…how could you think such a thing. The truth is…you see, your father and I had trouble conceiving for years and finally I took things into my own hands and well…went to a fertility clinic, behind your father's back. When we realized that your powers were magic-based…well, I thought that the clinic just did a major fuck-up and instead of using your father's sperm, switched it with someone else's…And well, you know how your grandfather is, I decided to keep it to myself. But I never realized that you might think that…oh, honey."


She quickly got up from the couch and wrapped her arms around me. I stood perfectly still. My whole world tilter, ever since Delilah told me what I really was and we both came to the conclusion I must have been a child of rape since typically my kind are spawned that way. I had thought they…my parents…to be heroic to keep me, while they were distant. I had always assumed it was because of the shame that came along with my conception. Now, I find out, it was nothing like that. Instead it was just one big fucking mess caused by the hospital. That my parents were nothing more than passive little…cowards instead of confronting my oddness and trying to figure out what happened. They pussyfooted the subject, made me feel unvalued…loved but in a way that felt out of obligation than truly familial love.


HISS


Gasp


My mother suddenly pulled away from me, in fact everyone with the exception of Madeline took a few steps away from me. Including dear old grandpa.


I didn't need to look at a mirror to know what I looked like. I could feel it; I knew I was sporting my fangs, my nails turn into razor talons, and while my already pale skin with dead white with the exception of black veins standing out, and my eyes were blood red, all retina no cornea or iris. In short, I was sporting my vampire face.


Madeline, with the exception of being slightly paler, stood her ground. Clearing her throat, "Is there anything you would like to tell us, Lance?"


And just like that, the tension I felt left my body and I could feel myself reverting back to myself. "A male vampire is still fertile the first 24 hours of his rebirth, typically the fledgling is out of mind with bloodlust and will attack anything it sees…sometimes the attack becomes…sexual," I said that last part in disgust, "For the most part, the victim rarely survives however…there are cases of survival and conception…such conception leads to the birth of a dhampir. A half-vampire."


Madeline nods, "Since the scenario is that of rape, you assume that Pamela was brutally raped and that was why your family were distance with you because of that. And now you find out that the guilt you bear was misguided. Instead you find out everything you know is quite wrong."


I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. For a brief moment, I could feel the monster in me raging for blood retribution. Thanks to Madeline however, I was able to get control of myself. Opening my eyes, I nod. "So, what is my real name?"


My father cleared his throat, still awfully pale and keeping his eyes on me, he seems to be measuring every word before saying them, "Well, the boy that is our biological son, he has been going by the name Vladimir Belmont. It seems his maternal grandmother, your biological grandmother, has raised him actually, who recently passed away. While Social Services were searching for relatives they did a DNA test and imagine the surprise of the League, his DNA matched ours. After a little investigating, the League realized what must have happened at the hospital and now he is coming to live with us. We will be welcoming him home come this Friday night."


He and mother both do quick scans of my face to decrypt my reaction. Sadly, they both spent too many years avoiding looking in my eyes that they don't have the ability to read me.


I gave them the best smile I could offer in my state of mind, which is a pretty poor smile, "That sounds lovely. I look forward to meeting my new brother."


Letting out a slightly crazed laugh. I walk up the stairs to my room. No one tries to stop me.


-TBC



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Monday, January 18, 2010

Chapter 4: Every Other Time
Chapter 4: Every Other Time

So, how is it so far? Confusing?

Yes, it is going to become soap opera like as it goes on.


Two Days Later
After school, Detention

I now see why War doesn’t mind sitting in detention so much, it’s actually quite smoothing in a mind-numbingly boring way.

Okay, quick recap on what happen in the past two days…okay, after the big knockdown drag out on the first day everyone in the cafeteria who just watched the fight barring those that got injured now have to do a mandatory 25 hours of community service at the old-folks home. As for Donovan, it seems to just being the nephew of the principal isn’t a ‘get out of jail free’ card especially if you spilled her deep dark secrets in public like that. Donovan now has to wear a custom-made power suppressor bracelet that Hephaestus, Greek God of Forge, made as a favor for Athena. It doesn’t zap away all his powers but now they aren’t as crazy mad as they used to be and every time he uses it Athena and Principal Duke will automatically know. Plus he has to spent the next three months during lunch and after school in our custom made magic neutralizing detention room that again Hephaestus made.

While War…after Principal Duke got Donovan to admit that he provoked War on purpose and several students backed up that claim, War got off easier than usual since this is like his seventh fight during lunch. So, all he has to do is attend anger management class (again) and spent the next six weeks in lunch and after school detention (The school has a completely different detention room for those who superpowers that are science-based).

As for me…well, I can’t exactly get off scotch free after sucker punching the a guy in front of my homeroom teacher and Principal Duke, I got ten weeks of after school detention and…my hero get to decide the rest of my punishment…*yikes* (But that is a story for later).

I slumped back in my chair, thanks to having both detention rooms filled up and the fact out of all three of us I was least likely to try to escape, Principal Duke put me in a regular old classroom. Well, as regular as a classroom could be in a school for super powered teens. There is a whiteboard, a map of the US, a globe, etc…along with those uncomfortable chair/desk things that make it hard to put all your supplies on the desk. Anyway, Mr. Bruce, the superhero ethics teacher, is supposed to be my detention monitor but he always steps out to have a quickie with Health Ed teacher, Ms. Fisher in the janitor’s closest three doors down. (Ironic, isn’t it?)

Basically I probably could escape at anytime but really what is the point?

Suddenly, the door cracks open and Willow steps in. I straightened up in my chair; we haven’t seen each other for the past two days. And behind her is Principal Duke, arms crossed and fingers tapping on her own elbow, “Ms. Williams, please have a seat. Congratulations Mr. Armstrong, you will now have company after school for the next three weeks. I presume that Mr. Bruce will be back any minute?”

With that Principal Duke closes the door behind her, leaving the two of us all alone for the first time in ages. Ever, since the end of freshman year Willow and I haven’t spoken for almost a year and a half.

You see, it happened like this, Willow was actually sort of dating War at the time. She was serious but as it turned out War was only using her to get to me. Originally he had a grudge against me for what my dad did to his dad and he had hoped to use her against me. But than something wonderful happen between us, we fall in love or rather he fall in love with me since from the first day I met him I was already a little in love with him. So, any way we got together secretly, War kept putting off telling Willow, not that I was any better. The coward in me had won over my common sense…in the end, Willow headed up finding out about us when at the end of the year pool party I threw, she walked into the cabana to change and found us…me on my knees blowing War as stood against the wall for support.

I didn’t blame her for not talking to me, after that but I never knew…

“Donovan was wrong you know,” Willow broke the silence. She kept her eyes down but she choose to sit in the desk next to me, “I wasn’t three weeks along it was more like seven or eight, and it was a ectopic pregnancy, so no matter what I would have lost the baby anyways.”

Willow let out a small sob, “I knew I was pregnant but didn’t know that the baby was in my Fallopian tubes. Something didn’t seem right but I thought it was just me being a scared fourteen-year-old girl…. It happened at night, I was sleeping in bed when suddenly I felt extreme pain and will I turned on my light there was blood all over my bed. I remember screaming, than my parents came…they took me to the hospital…apparently I had ruptured…I almost died and…the doctors in order to save my life…they had to do surgery…and now I may never be able to have a baby ever.”

With that, Willow suddenly broke down she covered her face with her hands as she cried so hard my heart broke. Instinctively I reached over and took her into my arms. She let me. Just crying into my shoulder. I cradled her as I would a child. I could feel the walls around us tumble, we may be thousands of miles up in the air but the campus was built on soil.

She cried in my arms for a full twenty minutes before, “Lance, I never blamed you for you and War…it was just…after my parents took me to the hospital and my dad…you know that I have always been daddy’s little girl, but after he found out…he hasn’t been able to look at me since…I never told him about War…”
I knew how painful that must be for her, unlike my own relationship with my father. Willow was really close to her dad and to have that change must have been heart breaking, “I lost my baby, my dad wouldn’t even look me in the eye… I never even had a chance to tell War but he was already moving on, and you my best friend was so busy with …I felt so alone and well, I wanted to be alone. So, I just started pushing everyone away. Especially you…”

I closed my eyes and squeezed Willow in a tight hug, I felt tears fall from my eyes. For the past months I had been wrecking my mind trying to find out what I did, now all I knew all the men in Willow’s life abandoned her at the same time…

Gasp

Willow pull out of my arms, she gently touch my tear-stained cheeks. When she moved her fingers from my face they were bloodstained. “Lance…your tears.”

You see one of my quirks is that I cry blood, which is why I got out of my way to never cry in front of people. I avert my eyes, “Yeah, its one of the weird things that I do. I cry blood.”

Willow is quiet for a moment, than lets out a snort/sob, “What a pair we are.”

I chuckled too I knew what she meant. We aren’t the same as we used to be and things between us weren’t okay. But we were trying.

“So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, little girl?”

She lets out another snort, “You know the Queen Bee, right? Let’s just say she accidentally step into some quicksand and ended up neck deep in the mud after making some less than polite comments about ‘how girls who give it up on the first day get what they deserve.’ Plus she made a couple of cracks about how ‘girls need strong role models and hoes aren’t what they should look up to.”

I hissed. ‘Bitch.’

Yeah, I knew the Queen Bee, every high school has one, and you know the type. She is clichéd evil head cheerleader/Homecoming Queen/A-lister in school that you see in all the teen movies. You know the Mean Girl. Queen Bee aka Callisto Jones-Hart, a
Barbie doll look-alike with blond hair and boobs, she’d had everything except personality, compassion, and heart. Self-absorb, a Grade A bitch, she was a less powerful, not as fine, as well as dumber female version of Donovan. Which just shows how small the school must be to have her as our Queen Bee though I admit she has an awesome power. Too bad, she lacks the brains to put it to good use. She has the power of transmogrification; basically she can turn one object into another just by concentrating on what she wants. Unfortunately that means turning bubble gum wrappers into Prada and Coach bags, milk cartons into Gucci boots, etc…Basically, she is just a pretty dumb blonde that lucked out on the power gene. We used to have a very creative Queen Bee, sure, it turned out that she was truly evil. Our freshman year, we found out that our Student Body President was actually the Evil Death Goddess Nemesis masquerading as a high school senior and she planned on bringing the apocalypse forth. Long story short, it took War, Jamie, Derrick, Lydia, Willow, and I to take her down. We got hailed as heroes for a while but this is high school and teens have short memories, plus the sophomore year, my dad’s protégé, Scotty Rogers came along.

In the end, Willow and I talked the rest of detention. It was nice just like old times when we could tell each other everything. Though there was still some tension in the air, I knew we could work it out eventually.

*********

After two hours, Mr. Bruce with his hair disheveled and his neck covered in hickies came back in and let us go.

As soon as we stepped out the door, I heard a voice call out.

“Willow!”

We both turn around Scotty was walking toward us. I should mention right now, in addition to being my dad’s protégé he is also Willow’s new boyfriend who by all accounts is a great catch: gorgeous, smart, thoughtful, and most of all loyal.

Within seconds, Willow and Scotty were caught up in a passionate lip-lock, the kind that if it were War and I, we would be accused of being too overt with our PDA, but since this is a hetero lip-lock it is perfectly acceptable.

If I am sounding somewhat bitter than it is because I am. Which is something that I shouldn’t be but am. Well, first off I better explain something about becoming a superhero. Thanks to legislation, in order to be a superhero you have to first become licensed and to be licensed you have to go to sidekick school and be a sidekick to a superhero in good standing for at least four years. (You can do this either start this in high school so that by time you graduate from high school you can be a hero or you can wait until you graduate high school and so the apprenticeship until you are eighteen.) For most part, the teens opt for sidekick stint during high school but the problem is that you have to go through a battery of test in order to find dynamic duo compatibility and that slows the process down.

Anyway, my parents were all set on me being their sidekick when I was just ten years-old, they believed that it would be a great bonding experience and they some how found a loophole to get be a permit to be a sidekick. The problem however is that we ended up getting a 23% compatibility; you need at least 45% for a go. Instead I ended up with a 95% compatibility with my current hero/mentor, the blood thirsty Slayer, Delilah, (Yes, the once every generation’s Chosen One gifted with the skill to battle vampires, werewolves, and demons. Buffy wishes she could be as tough as Delilah). My parents weren’t happy that I ended up with a superhero that was on fringe instead of an A-list one but they agreed…which is when the rife between us really widen.

Anyway, guess who ended up with a 97% compatibility with my dad, Scotty Rogers, it isn’t his fault more like dumb luck but still it is hard at times. Anyway, Scotty is an alien sent to Earth on a rocket ship from a dying planet when he was a baby and ended landing in America’s heartland and being raised by a rancher and his wife who couldn’t have kids of their own. He was taught All-American values such as strong work ethic, politeness, and respect for his fellow man. He is well loved by his parents, my dad who sees him as everything he wished his own son to be, the student body, and basically the world. His alter ego is Amazing Boy, cliché but the public just loves him. Already predicted to surpass his mentor, Scotty may have a physical body but he really is solar-based being capable of absorbing solar energy and converting it into immense physical strength and speed, nigh-invulnerability, flight, and release concentrated blasts of laser-like heat vision through his eyes.

He and Willow really make an attractive couple. Willow is the type of girl-next door pretty that reminds you of Lindsay Lohan, not the out-of-control bleach blonde over bronzed one but the sweet one in Parent Trap and Mean Girls, you know the reddish-haired fresh-faced girl with those cute little freckles over the bridge of her nose and a body that looks like she survives on more than just cocaine and booze. While Scotty in contrast is tall, towheaded guy built like a football player, with broad shoulders and a rugged bearing. He had quintessential All-American-good looks from his thick, blond hair and clear, cornflower blue eyes to his straight, Roman nose.

Parting from the lip-lock. Scotty turns to me flashing a dimpled white-teethed grin, “Hey Lance, you are trying out for the school musical, right? I think that the lead is tailored made for you.”

Another thing about Scotty is that if he weren’t my dad’s protégé, he could probably end up as one of my best friends. Except according to Willow, he wasn’t there on the first day of school on the account that he had to help his dad round up some cattle that day which is probably why he didn’t try to pound Donovan that day. But since hearing about it, he’s wanted to have a talk with War.

“Anyway, your solo was awesome last year. I don’t think there was a dry eye in the whole crowd,” Scotty kept going. “I wish that I could sing one-tenth as good as you can.”

I felt myself blush or what would be considered a blush for me. Another thing that makes me really different from the rest of my family is that none of them can carry a tune. But I have been told many times that I have a voice of an angel. Ironically I sing bass and when I say I sing bass I mean it for some reason I have the deepest voice in school. Funny, since most people look at me, the last thing they think is manly man. (Think Lance Bass from the boy band *Nsync) My voice changed when I was only eleven and for some reason unlike other guys I never had a problem with it cracking. According to my private music instructor I have the perfect voice for Broadway, powerful, sexy, and projective. In fact, Lydia likes to tease me that if I were ever desperate for a job being a phone sex operator would be prefect for me.

“Yeah, I would love to try out, but you know detention and all,” I mumbled as I stared down at my feet. Scotty is really a nice guy, it’s not his fault I am so insecure or that he is everything dad wishes me to be. “So, you waited for Willow?”

“Yep,” Scotty wrapped his arm around Willow who just blushes and leans into his embrace. “But…I got to admit that I have one more reason to stay, I would kind of like a chat with Warwick, if that is okay with you. I just want to talk with him that’s all.”

Willow looks at me for a moment, “Look Lance, I am really happy with Scotty so please understand this isn’t jealousy speaking. But I think that you could do better than Warwick, he is basically a good guy at heart but all know that he has a lot of issues. What attracted me at first was thinking that I could help heal him and I know you well enough to know that you think the same way. I may not have been there for you last year but that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t listening. Lance, please just think about it you are the type of guy who wants to save everyone around you need to realize that you need to put yourself first at some point.”

I nodded, “Alright Willow, I will do that.”

I walked away from them before they could say another word. They wouldn’t be saying anything new; Derrick and Lydia had been saying the same thing all summer long.

I quickly walked toward the other side of campus where the detention room for science-based supers would be. Suddenly as I was about to turn the corner…

*CRASH*

I bummed into someone as I rounded the corner. Almost falling on my butt but managing to grab a hold of one of the lockers and quickly went to help the guy I knocked down. But had to phase when I realized who I knocked down.

It was Donovan; apparently he didn’t have time to grab anything and landed on his butt. He must have also bumped his head cause he was rubbing it and his eyes were closed.

I held out my hand and he grabbed it without opening his eyes, helping him up.

When he finally opened his eyes, instead of quickly letting go of my hand, he just stared at me for a moment.

Finally I was the one to break the silence. “Look, normally I would apologize punching you right away but you went too far. Nobody and I mean nobody is allowed to hurt my friends. You can be a total ass to me if you want. But nobody messes with my friends. So, if you are expecting a apology, you aren’t going to get one.”

Donovan nods and lets go of my hand, “Fair enough. I didn’t expect one from you. In fact, I am probably the one that needs to do the apologizing.”

I let go of the breath that I didn’t realize that I was holding. “Say what?”

This was the last thing that I been expecting.

He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his designer jeans, averting his eyes, “Yeah, you probably didn’t expect me to say sorry and guess what? I won’t apologize that just isn’t in me. But I wanted you to know that the thought of apologizing to you did cross my mind.”

Oddly enough, I was touched. Donny was raised by a demi-goddess who instilled in him the belief that he was superior to all mere mortals, supers and civilians alike, the fact that it crossed his mind that it might be the right thing to do to apologize to a mortal is a BIG deal.

Than he went on and kind of spoiled it.

“Anyway, I must admit that I misjudged you. While you are no demigod you aren’t human either. There is a lot of human messing around in your aura so I can’t quite tell what you are exactly. But clearly you are something to be reckon with. You manage to break my nose; it took at least a day to heal. I respect that.”

I could feel my heart break a little when I heard that, no wonder he ended up crushing on Warwick as hard as he did. Donovan had been raised believing to respect only those who had the power to hurt him. Instinctively I reached out and gently touched his cheek. “Look, I don’t want you to respect me for being able to hurt you, I want you to respect people because everyone deserves respect.”

Donovan just lets out a snort, “Than you obviously haven’t met the people that I have met in my life.”

I chewed my lip. “You’re right. I obviously haven’t lived your life but if you want maybe we could be friends so that we can each understand were the other person is coming from.”

He stared at me for a while, “I don’t do friends…but since you look like such a kicked puppy right now, even I’m not that cruel to say no outright.”

I flashed him a smile, “You won’t regard it.”
“Don’t tell me how I should feel.”

*******

I never did see Warwick after school apparently Richard, War’s big brother, personally came right after school to pick him. Due to amount of damage to the school War ended up not having enough money to keep his apartment after paying the restitution. So, he was forced to move back home and Richard put some strict on him. Richard is really a great guy at heart but he had to grow up too fast and sometimes doesn’t remember that he is War’s big brother, not father.

I didn’t have training session with my hero this afternoon, so I ended just going home. Normally, my parents aren’t home with superheroing and running a multi-million dollar clothing company they don’t exactly have time to be home. For as long as I remember, I have been coming home to a empty house more often than not. Usually, I either go over to Derrick’s house, Derrick’s dad Max cooks like a dream than its been forever since I have been able to eat solid food, the food smells delicious or anyone of my friend’s home. All of their parents know the deal with my parents and most disapprove of our arrangement but they all felt the need to watch over me so they always leave their door open for me.

So, it surprised me to realize not only were my parents home, but apparently the whole Armstrong clan was seated in the living room when I walked in the front door.

My late-uncle’s wife, Madeline, a cool elegant silver-headed retired journalist, and my dad’s two other living brothers, Uncle Anthony and Uncle Arthur, along with Uncle Arthur’s two kids, my only cousins, nineteen-year-old Cheryl and seventeen-year-old Clark.

Even my asshole of a grandfather, Lex is here wearing the biggest smirk that I ever seen. (And believe me that jerk loved to smirk). Lex aka Captain Amazing, Golden Age legend, loved by the public who watched him defend countless adversaries who plotted to end the world. Privately hated by his own family, he cheated on his wife countless times resulting in grandma dying of ovarian cancer caused by a untreated STD five years back. Since than he is no longer allowed to come to the house, so whatever this is must be big.

Suddenly my parents who were seated on the couch jump to their feet. Their faces were tear-streaked. My dad cleared his throat, “Son, there is something that we have to tell you.”

I took a seat on the nearest chair. Something told me that whatever is going on is something that I needed to be sitting for.

-TBC


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Sunday, January 10, 2010

Chapter 3: Game Over
Chapter 3: Game Over

So, what do you think so far?

PS: Donny and Lance…I originally Donny, so that Lance could have a foil. Wow, I didn’t realize think of that pairing!


-Lunchtime

“Lance, over here!” I heard Derrick call out to me from across the cafeteria. I turned headed towards our table; Derrick and Lydia were already there waiting waving to make sure that I see them. Though they stopped waving once they saw who was right next to me.

Donovan smirking, “So, where is dear Warwick?”

He took a seat right across from Lydia, while I took a seat right next to Donovan.

Lydia with a guarded expression, “He always late out of class.”

Donovan pouts, “Too bad.” As he looked down at his lunch a tray of slightly writhed salad along with a carton of milk and not that fresh ham sandwich on gummy white bread. “Warwick is such fun.”

I repress a shiver.

FLASHBACK-

Opens the door to Warwick’s room.

See Warwick laying naked on his bed, popped up his pillows. His eyes are half massed, and his gorgeous tan skin is covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Between his legs is a curtain of golden blond curls bopping up and down, attached to a slender nubile body on his knees. Warwick has a firm grip on the mass of golden locks.

Suckling sounds echo in the room.

Suddenly, with a jerk Warwick lets out a lusty moan as he pulls the mass of blond locks back, shooting cum all over Donovan’s face.

END FLASHBACK

Whatever appetite I had suddenly died.

Derrick cleared his throat, “Umm Lance, what is he doing eating lunch with us?”

Donovan snicker, he had a mouth full of his sandwich and little bits of it ended up landing on Lydia. “Little pansy boy over here got caught daydreaming about his hubbie and the old war ax decided to teach him a lesson by giving him to me for the day.”

Lydia shoots a withering glare, which Donovan ignores.

I suppressed the urge to comment instead I just mouthed to Derrick and Lydia, ‘I will explain later.’

I beamed when I noticed Warwick standing behind them, “Hey War.”

“Hello darling,” purred Donovan.

Warwick’s blank face suddenly became a very menacing scowl, “Why the fuck is that ho’ doing at the table?”

FLASHBACK

I sat on the couch as Warwick glared at Donovan, “Look White Trash, I only fucked you cause I needed to get Lance out of harm’s way. So, slut get the fuck out of here.”

He pushed Donovan out the door before slamming and locking it.

“That was a little much don’t you think, Warwick?”

Warwick looked stoic, “I know his type, okay. The only thing he understands is trash talk. Talk to him like you would a normal human being will get you no where.”

-END FLASHBACK


I winced when I heard Warwick since he normally hates usually vulgar language; normally his scowl is enough to get the message across. Even Lydia and Derrick winced and they couldn’t stand Donovan almost as much as Warwick did.

But Donovan didn’t bat an eye instead of cowling in fear like a sane person would; he actually threw his arm around me as if we were buddies. Actually in that purring supposedly seductive voice, “Well darling, you know how I don’t like to be alone. So, I just had to come back here.”

FLASH
POW

That did it, the very noticeable vein in War’s forehead began to really throb, large flashes of lightning outside the building as if they trying to break into the building to do some search and destroy.

“Get your filthy whorish hands off my boy right now or you will regret it,” War’s voice was very tight and businesslike.

Again like the escapee from the mental asylum that Donovan was, he acted as if War was just joking around, “Oh darling, don’t be jealous. You know that my hands only long to be on your sexy abs.”

With that Donovan ruffled my hair.

Which in term made Warwick snap.

Next thing I know, Donovan’s arm was no longer around my shoulder instead Warwick some manage to launch himself across the table and tackle Donovan to the floor were he prompting began trying to strangle crazy old Donny.

I immediately jumped out of my seat and with one hand pulled Warwick off of Donny. Putting one of my hands on his chest in an attempt to pacify him, “War, enough. You know he just wanted to get under your skin.”

Derrick suddenly was on Warwick’s right side gripping his shoulder to make sure that Warwick couldn’t make another move against Donny. While Lydia tried to lend a hand to Donny but he was having none of that instead he pushed Lydia’s hand away.

Instead Donovan getting back on his feet and dusting himself off, moved closer though Lydia tried to get a grip on his shoulder to stop him but he just brushed her off. “I’m glad that you remembered that I like it rough.”

A crowd began surrounding; I heard whispers such as ‘I win, $5 bucks fork it over’ and ‘That’s Warwick Walkingstick and Donovan Fairmount.’

As close to nose-to-nose as Donovan could get, considering that he was a good four inches shorter than War. “Come on darling, you know as well as I do we belong together. You have darkness and rage inside of you that is building like a wildfire. Do you really want to be held back by someone like pansy over here? You and me are one and the same. So, come on. You want me. You are me. A boy like pansy will do nothing for you.”

With that he put his hands on Warwick’s face and gave him a passionate kiss with tongue. This shocked both Derrick and I that we let go of Warwick.

Big mistake.

As soon as he got free Warwick to a swing at Donovan, which grazed Donovan’s right cheek.

The fight was back on.

Lightning strikes rained down on the school as if it were some sort of metallic lightning rod. You see, Warwick doesn’t actually generate the electric currents from his own body although he is immune to them instead he summons them from the sky. After a couple of extreme fights in which lightning bolts cause several fires, Principal Duke had the school super reinforced against electric and fire damage. But Warwick apparently never has been this anger before because it sounded like the building was being put to the test of its tolerance. Tiny particles of the ceiling were falling down all around us.

Apparently the student body had nothing better to do than because I could hear cheering and people placing bets all around us.

It seem that Donovan had decided enough was enough and it seemed that unlike War’s powers, the school had not gotten around to reinforcing itself against Donovan’s godlike abilities.
Cause Donovan is shooting eldritch bolts all over the place. Basically destroying anything in his way and I noticed several yaps of pain from the crowd. Donovan did not seem to care if he attacking. His eyes blazed with holy light, his floated all around him as an aura of glorious light surrounded him crackling with eldritch energy. It seemed he was no longer in control rather his powers controlled him.

And what was worse War is getting a beat down. Without War’s lightning and along with Donovan’s demigod resistance to injury, there really isn’t much on War’s side. War is a decent fighter but with that crazy aura surrounding Donovan there is no way War could land a hit.

Suddenly as if someone hit an off switch, Donovan powered down. Though by the look on his face it wasn’t his choice.

“Ahem,” we all looked toward the voice. Standing there are Athena with her arms folded looking very stern and deadly while next to her stood Principal Duke with her arms crossed and tapping her foot.

Principal Duke is a unique looking woman who the term ‘a handsome woman’ is basically made for. She is a tall, stately lady who in photos of her younger years was quite plain. Rather she possessed the kind of features that achieved patrician quality with maturity. Over a decade older than her half-brother Delta V, Principal Duke is about fifty or so. Principal Deanna Duke used to be known as Gray Maiden, she is an astral projector and when in her astral form can disrupt electronic devices. For the most she was a small-time superheroine not nearly as famous as her father Scarlet Avenger or half-brother Delta V. Instead it was her civilian persona that was remarkable, a dedicated teacher who worked in inner-city schools for over two decades before she came here five years to be vice principal than two years ago the principal. Unmarried, her job is her life until now…

Principal Duke frowned ever so slightly, “Donovan, Warwick, what is the meaning of this?”

I quickly opened my mouth before either of them could speak, “A misunderstanding of epic portions. It really isn’t that bad.”

Principal gives her a silencing look, “I will be the judge of that and would prefer if these two were the ones to tell me. I am waiting.”

It was at this, that Donovan just exploded, “FUCK IT, BITCH!!! YOU AREN’T MY MOTHER AND WHILE YOUR UPPER LIP MAY BE HAIRY YOU AREN’T MY SPERM DONNOR EITHER! I DON’T HAVE TO TELL YOU ANYTHING!!”

The whole crowd sucked in their breaths, no one had ever heard a student speak to an adult especially the president like that before.

Athena gave Donovan a withering glare that Donovan ended up taking a step back. Just as Athena was about to say something, Principal Duke put her hand up, “Athena, it is alright let me handle my nephew.”

At that Donovan sneered, “Handle it, huh? Like you handled that botched abortion when you were sixteen? Hey Lance, I bet you don’t know this but your late-uncle Alexander, you know the one your named after, well he knocked my aunt up back in high school than convinced her to have a abortion so he wouldn’t lost his athletic scholarship but they did one of those back alley kind and that’s why she is all childless cause she can’t have kids and thinks that she isn’t good enough for any man. The only reason she wants to help me out is for some karma points to balance out the murder she committed at sixteen.”

I gritted my teeth as I noticed the crowd around us begin to whisper amok themselves. My late-uncle Alexander was my dad’s older brother and the golden boy of the family as well as a Grade A Asshole, it didn’t surprise me that he would sink that low. Since he died twelve years ago, after one of the mistresses he was cheating on his wife with turned out to be a hired assassin who killed him during sex. He was in many ways an asshole just like my grandpa is and deserved what he got.

But the look on Principal Duke’s face, she looked like she aged ten years in just two minutes. In a whisper, “Is that what you think?”

Donovan snorted, “Hey, it’s the truth isn’t it? I mean, don’t look so down, it’s not like you aren’t the only one in this room with teen preggers tragedy going on. I mean look at Willow Williams over there. Did you know that she got knocked up the first time she did it with Warwick Walkingstick? And than three weeks later after she walked in and saw her best friend blowing her boyfriend, she had the nastiest miscarriage and now she’s like you and barren as…”

I saw red.

I never let him finish the sentence. When my vision was finally cleared, I found Athena holding one of my arms, which was balled into a fist while Principal Duke tried to help Donovan help.

Donovan face was covered in a layer of blood, it looked like his nose had been broken, and his left eye was literally swollen shut. I apparently had hit him twice at a speed that even he couldn’t react to.

I quickly scanned the room, Willow seemed to have run out after Donovan’s little announcement and from the way Warwick was avoiding eye contact with me it looked like we would be having a long talk later on.

-tbc
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