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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