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The early morning was beginning to rear it’s head, as the sun started to rise above the horizon and begin shining light in the rooms of those who were prone and ready to go back to school.
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One such individual would’ve been buried under the covers snoring lightly before the phone beside him in his bed began to ring, playing a tune to wake him up.
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As the song began to play his eyes open, he looks at his phone and gives it a squinty eyed stare for a moment.
???: 6:45 A frickin M. Oh how I dread those numbers in that combination.
The boy rose up, scratching his dread head and stretching to get the kinks out. The boy also known as Jamal Fleming, would’ve made his way to the restroom, brushing his teeth and spraying oil sheen in his hear immediately. Followed up by a couple of eye drops and a less than appealing outfit consisting of a Web Strider T-Shirt, a khaki backpack with god knows how many pockets, a skateboard strapped to it, some baggy pants, obviously big but held up by a belt and some dirty black sneakers.
He made his way down and knocked on the door of his fathers bed room.
Jamal: I’m going to school dad, I’ll see you in a few.
The door opened, and a light skin man with a gruff beard opened up the door. He stared at his son before nodding and giving him a light smile.
Aubery: Alright, you have a good day at school, tell me all about it when you get home. –Puts a hand on Jamal’s head and ruffles his hair-
Jamal: -one eye squints as he pulls away- Yeah, yeah. See you.
He made his way outside to the crisp morning air. He had one stop to make before he headed to school and that was waking steven up. Steven had been his best friend for as long as he can remember , which isn’t a lot seeing as how he forgets A LOT of important things. He doesn’t like waking his mom up, so Jamal does what any self respecting best friend would do. He picked up some rocks, and began throwing them at Stevens beside window!
Jamal: AYE! –throws rock- WAKE YO PUNK ASS UP! –throws another rock- YOU GOT THAT HOMEWORK FROM LAST NIGHT? I NEED THAT SHIT BROSKIE!
He’d keep throwing rocks until he got a reaction. This was pretty routine for them. Steven annoyed Jamal more than anyone else, but that’s how good friendships are honestly made. Another day in the education system prison, is always easier when you’re not going in at it alone.
The sun rises and the day begins for many households in Kasaihana. Laying down in his bed with his face buried into the pillow with the sounds of snoozing peering through the fabric is a young teenager by the name of Steven Torres. On the countertop next to him is his phone reading out the time with a missed alarm alert on the front of the screen. While other kids are already getting ready for school, Steven still lives in dreamland and this is something he is used to doing. At that moment the door is slammed wide open and Latina woman barges in the room in a pink robe that covers her entire body and a water spritzer in her hand. Upon barging into the room she sprays water through the bottle onto Steven’s face and body while yelling at him.
Mom: Steven Manuel Torres, if you don’t get out of bed and get ready for school I swear to God you will get an ass whoopin!
Steven: GAH! OKAY OKAY! I’M UP! I’M UP!
Lupe sprays him again before fwacking him on the back of his head with the palm of her free hand.
Mom: Don’t you raise your voice at me! Now get ready!
Steven quickly sits up on the edge of his bed, using his right hand to rub the back of his head. His lengthy smooth dark brown hair drips water off the tips.
Steven: Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I am going.
After his mom leaves he stands up and walks over to his phone and clicks play on a morning playlist from his music app.
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Feeling the rhythm of the music, Steven slides into the bathroom to get ready for the day. The fifteen year old teenager gets some deodorant and brushes his teeth first before anything else. He gets dressed in a rather attractive outfit, considering the cheap clothing because they can’t afford good clothes. He puts on a pair of black jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of white converse to match. Over the white t-shirt is a black leather jacket that his father had given him on the last birthday he could be at. For the next twenty minutes Steven uses his cup of suavecito pomade and a hair comb to brush through his lengthy hair to get the perfect volume for his legendary comb over hairstyle. Once everything is on point and he is ready to go he grabs his wallet, keys, and cellphone before walking out into the kitchen where his mom is putting away dishes after making Steven’s lunch for him.
Steven: Bye mom, see you after I come back from school and work!
With a quick snap of her fingers she turns around to stop her son in his tracks as he tries to leave the house.
Mom: Na-uh boy. Betta bring your butt back here and give your momma a kiss and take your lunch.
Steven drops his jansport back pack off of his shoulder and slowly walks back to where his mom is with a blank expression on his face.
Steven: Cool kids don’t get lunch from their moms when they get to high school.
Mom: Since when were you part of the cool kids? HA! Just kidding.
She leans down to hug and kiss her son before forcing the brown lunch back down into the bottom of the jansport back.
Mom: Now go be great. Try to learn something today. And have fun at work! Don’t let Jamal get you into any trouble!
She continues to yell things out but Steven ignores her and shuts the front door so he can exit. Once he gets outside he sees Jamal launches rocks at his window and it brings Steven to look at him with an expression that Jamal would make a meme for with the caption “Nigga what?” face.
Steven: You know if you break my window my mom will LITERALLY take your soul from you. Probably fix that thing you call a hairstyle. Let’s roll out like Decepticons and get this day goin.
Steven: You know if you break my window my mom will LITERALLY take your soul from you. Probably fix that thing you call a hairstyle. Let’s roll out like Decepticons and get this day goin.
Jamal would’ve waved him off with both hands and scoffed
Jamal: Fuuuuuuuck outta here. There are so many niggas around here I could blame them and get away with it. And we’re the Autobots. Decepticons don’t have cool catch phrases.
Jamal would’ve thrown his board to the ground and began skating along side Steven slowly. Soon enough they’d both have arrived at the bus stop, where a few other kids around their age were also waiting, and with a kickflip and a stop Jamal picks up his board, and holds it under his arm before speaking again.
Jamal: Maaaan. I’m thinking bout dumping Lucy. She aint giving me the ass and her pops be looking at me with them “get away form my daughter you filthy coon” eyes. Shit’s mad uncomfortable. Plus who wants to make out all the time. I’m trying to get laid son. I mean she’s so thick, and she wrestles, but she wont let me in the guts!!!
Jamal laughed to himself, a bit and as their conversation ensued, it ‘d soon continue on the bus. Up the steps, and towards the middle section of the bus. Due to the social hierarchy in most places, the cool kids sit in the back, the goody-two-shoes sit in the front and the normal/remotely normal/ or abnormal kids sit in the middle. Both groups point and laugh regardless but at least it wasn’t JUST Jamal and Steven they laughed at occasionally. The bus would move after everyone was seated.
Sitting down and putting his back against the window, and his leg up in the seat, he’d pull out his phone and start scrolling through his social media news feed.
Jamal: Aye, there’s a LARP sword tournament after school, you down? Or are you like gonna be busy trying to cure cancer for…what place you intern at again? Name slips my mind, you know I forget everything.
Steven: Autobots ain’t shit though. Outside of Optimus they all weak anyways. Hashtag Team Megatron or die.
As Jamal rides his skateboard next to him on the sidewalk, Steven reaches down into his jacket pocket to grab the pair of ray-bans. He places them on his face and listens to Jamal while he talks about dumping his girlfriend. When they come to stop at the bus there is another fifteen year old female standing in the front of the line. She is shorter than the two of them and wears a pair of glasses with curly brown hair.
Steven: Yooo that sucks, bruh. I can why her Dad gives you that look though. Bet you go over to her house looking like Daquan thinkin you gon dirty the gene pool or something. Though it would be a win for your ancestors to go deep into a white girl.
He follows Jamal and the two of them get on the bus. The two of them don’t rate to sit in the back and won’t ever find themselves sitting in the front of the bus, even though the two of them are nerdy enough to be up there. As Jamal takes an entire seat to himself, Steven does the same. His eyes look over to the left towards the front of the bus and he catches eye of the female he was checking out earlier.
Jamal: Aye, there’s a LARP sword tournament after school, you down? Or are you like gonna be busy trying to cure cancer for…what place you intern at again? Name slips my mind, you know I forget everything.
He turns his head back to face Jamal, pulling out his phone to begin playing around with it on what his schedule looks like today.
Steven: Nah I can’t. I’m interning for Ryoji Tech. My madre likes to call it “work” even though I keep trying to tell her I don’t get paid for this. I will one day, but not now.
Steven flips his phone around to face jamal and with a quick push the image on the screen of the phone extends outwards and projects the image for him to be able to see all of it. The projected image shows the intern ID of his that has a picture of him and general information that is required for the ID.
Steven: They accepted me for a summer internship after they liked my Augmented Power Armor idea. It’s no Hot Rod Nano Suit or anything, but it was enough for them to catch an interest in me.
After holding it up for a few seconds Steven puts his phone back down to scroll through his own social media networks.
Steven: You plan on making a career of LARPing or are you actually going to try and use that brain of yours this year? Hahaha.
Meanwhile behind Stevens and Jamal's sit had been Tyrell Thomas throwing the hands he likes to say, surrounded by others. It was this famous card game he enjoyed Tyrell was that nerd that did nerd shit but at the same time out of school he seems like the most popular guy around but in school he was that nobody who chilled a few people Jamal and Steven being of one those people. Holding 5 cards in his hands he looked into D-Shacks eyes wondering what he was going to play next his next card seemed to be the game changer.
D-Shack: I summon RED KNIGHT IN ATTACK MODE!
Thomas: Nah B you walked right into my trap card send that shit to the grave B
D-Shack: Hell naw you cheating its not a quick play
Thomas: Nigga! It's a trap card Yo Jamal, Steven tell this B right here I can do it.
In those last moments the bus hit a bump knocking their cards on the floor runing the game, quickly picking them up and tossing them in his bag Thomas fixed his glasses before resting over Jamal and Stevens sit. In school you can call these three the trouble always being separted in class like one semester in science class when they shot that bottle rocket man that was the day Mr. S never could bink again after that.
Thomas: Yo Steven hows that intern job doing for you? Man I reget laughing at a nigga that Didnt get paid cause look at this B.
Thomas pulliing out his phone showing Steven and Jamal his new Intern job at Son's enterprise, They got me working graveyard shifts B
Putting his phone back in his pocket Thomas looked at the two the three amigos were back in session, he always wanted to hang with them on the weekend its but it was a rare this new intern job plus his mother who he didn't really like talking about took up his time if it wasn't for school he'd prob always be locked in his room.
_As the conversation ensued, Jamal did think about dirtying the gene pool…the things he’d do to that girl, as he found himself with a reoccurring image of her ass in his head, before he answered and regretfully said he couldn’t make it to come over for the weekend._
Jamal: Maaan that blows.
_He watched a holographic ID pop out showing his internship at Ryoji Tech and gave him the “not bad” expression face as he nodded lightly_
Jamal: Yeah I remember seeing you put some of that together. Don’t remember a single thing you did but it looked like it was incredibly important and sophisticated. UN-like myself however.
Steven: You plan on making a career of LARPing or are you actually going to try and use that brain of yours this year? Hahaha.
Jamal: Pft nope. The school system is just that bro a system! Why would I waste my precious downtime doing pythagorean theorems when I could be working on my sword swing.
_He waved off the thought of actually trying at anything. He was an underachiever at heart. Even if he could do something like math to the best of ease, which he can, he’d only give it so much effort. Beliving that there are a million other things he could be doing right now in this very moment. Unless he took his meds, in which case he’d be doing a million other things EXCEPT what he was supposed to do. A turn of events as he turned his head hearing commotion from what sounded like a yugioh game and with a furrowed brow he looked towards the action_
D-Shack: I summon RED KNIGHT IN ATTACK MODE!
Thomas: Nah B you walked right into my trap card send that shit to the grave B
D-Shack: Hell naw you cheating its not a quick play
Thomas: Nigga! It's a trap card Yo Jamal, Steven tell this B right here I can do it.
Jamal: -looks sideways to Steven- Can he do that? I don’t… I don’t understand the dynamic here.
_the bump from the bus ruined the card game regardless so in the end there was no winner. He helped pick up a few of the cards handing them to their respective owners, and getting back in his seat only to have Tyrell join in on the conversation. Jamal never had a problem with Tyrell outside of him being one of the most annoying human beings on the planet with his stupid “B” sentence endings._
Thomas: Yo Steven hows that intern job doing for you? Man I reget laughing at a nigga that Didnt get paid cause look at this B. They got me working grave yard shifts B.
Jamal: Builds character.-gave him a thumbs up-
_The bus came to the school finally and to the bus ramp. The doors opened and he sighed, regretting and dreading every step he took off of the bus, to the walk down the bus ramp. As he walked, he began pulling out his headphones, and stuffing them in his ears, making sure his dreads were hanging down and over his face a bit so they couldn’t be seen as he looked back at Steven and Tyrell._
Jamal: I’mma catch you guys, I gotta go meet this bish before class starts. I will see you on the other side brothers. –he puts three fingers to his lips and holds them up, mocking the hunger games hand gesture, while whistling the tune-
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_Making his way down the hallway he looked left and right before he spotted her and almost had a nosebleed on sight. He’s black obviously so he can’t blush but if he could he would seeing his girlfriend in her…wrestling attire_
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???: JA-MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!! –jumps up and down frantically waving-
Jamal: Yooo Liz what’s up.
_She ran up to him, and he held her waist giving her a quick kiss on the lips. He and Liz had been dating for quite sometime now and are pretty much high school sweet hearts. Jamal was most definitely a loser, but having a hot girlfriend makes you a little less uncool, even though you’ve got everyone and their father’s trying to pipe her. He looks down at her outfit, taking a step back and smacking his lips a couple of times before pointing at her._
Jamal: The hell are you wearing. You got niggas breaking they necks to look at your asscheeks.
Lizzy: Jamal you know I hate that word
Jamal: Hate deez nuts woman, look either you trying to flaunt or I was right and that wrestling coach for the female wrestling division is only pretending to be gay.
Lizzy: -pats his chest with both hands and tilts her head- Don’t be silly I picked it myself. I can move the best in it with my awesomely sweet moves! You gonna make it to my match after school? My dad’s not gonna be there so you won’t have to watch from the broom closet.
Jamal: I think I’ll pass on that one. Got a LARP fight and I don’t wanna lose this one. I haven’t been taking my meds while doing it but I think I might cheat this time.
Lizzy: -groans- fiiiiiine I’ll see you later this week though right?
Jamal: Def. –takes her hand- I’ll walk you to class. If I’m lucky they’ll suspend me for my tardy’s.
Lizzy:-hits his shoulder- don’t joke like that, this is serious stuff mister!
When Tyrell shows that he is interning for Son Enterprises, Steven can only look up at him and flash the old Gary Coleman meme face, squinting his eyes towards.
Steven: You ole Jiggaboo Jim stealin my life plans. You don’t see Jamal trying to cop my style by interning at a famous science division. Son Enterprises ain’t shit anyways… Nah, I’m just playin. You lit bro.
The bus comes to a stop and three of them step off of it to reveal the large Kasaihana High School. Once off the bus Steven looks around to see thousands of kids their age and older heading towards the front gate to get to their classes. Jamal says his farewell to go meet his girlfriend and it leaves the two interns left standing outside the bus. Steven turns to look at him.
Steven: Yo man imma head to Mr. West’s Advanced Chemistry class. We messing with some Ultralight Beams and Waves today so imma go get ready for all that.
After giving Tyrell a deuces with his fingers Steven begins to walk through the hallway that leads into his chemistry class. He passes by many other cliques that exist in the school. There are skaters who use their skateboards to skate and grind across some of the benches and rails that are around the school. The jocks all hang out together with the swarm of attractive girls around them at all times. Even the nerds herd together, sitting in the quad playing cards and on their mobile game devices. Steven says whats up to some of the people he knows walking through the hallway with him before he turns into Mr. Wests class.
???: Good Morning, Steven. You are here early.
Looking into the classroom Mr. West appears behind his desk wearing a fashionable grey suit top and his standard glasses over his face.
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Steven: How’s it going, Mr. West? Yeah I came early so I can get ready for the exper-
Steven stops talking at the sight of the female he saw earlier on the bus. Mr. West laughs a bit because he can see how Steven stops talking and slowly moves over to his workstation. The female looks up for a moment and reveals sparkling blue eyes staring up at the awkward young teenager as he places his bag down on the seat next to him.
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???: Mr. West do you have any more of the aluminum foil for the thermite experiment? I’m almost out over here on my end.
Mr. West: Sure thing, Betsy. Aye, Steven can you reach into that cabinet on the wall and grab some of the foil for her.
Steven: S-sure thing. I got it.
He quickly grabs the desired item and walks it over to Betsy’s desk. His hand shakes a bit as he extends his right arm out to give her the foil.
Steven: Here you go.
Betsy: Thanks.
She quickly takes the foil and goes right back to focusing on her work. Steven swallows some of his saliva feeling the butterflies in his stomach to want to say something to her to strike up a conversation. With him still standing there, Betsy slowly looks back up with a cocked eyebrow of curiosity.
Betsy: Is there anything else you need?
Steven: uhhh no. Sorry. Nothing. I’ll just go.
Steven quickly turns around and makes his way back to his desk as if nothing happened. At his desk Mr. West slowly shakes his head seeing the crash and burn of Steven’s attempt to talk to Betsy. By this time the kids begin to come into the class and the school bell about to ring to start the day.
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Just as the gang spilt up Tyrell found himself heading to the class he hated the most Math Mrs Ortis was a bitch who just didn't like him. Last week she sent him out of class for coughing but this was the last straw, slowly walking through the halls he would've seen some of his clique doing a cypher not really in a rush to get into class Thomas made his way inside the circle.
Thomas: Hold up Hold up B I know yah niggas aint starting this without me.
Diashi: Nigga shut your dumb as up tried of punk as lets see you spit.
The crowd would give the normal OOOOOOO To Diashi recation to Thomas speaking surrounding them in a circle as Disashi started off the rap battle.
Disashi: I heard Tyrell was walking to me my only request was he standing up while he was talking to me! I kill i niggas he nothing but a gay midget a Low bow!
Students:OOOOOOOOHHHHHH
Diashi stood over Tyrell looking down at him as he spat his hot fire he was undeafted in the rap game his biggest goal was to get sign once he got out of high school. Once he was finished he awaited for Tyrell/
Thomas: THE TOP OF MY MOUTH IS HOT, HOT POCKETS NIGGA!
Students: OOOOOH
Thomas: I broke up with my girl here the number..., SIKE I NEVER HAD A GIRLFRIEND! Check me out Glasses, jacket, shirt call me glasses, jacket shirt man or call me Supa hot boi jacket 104 degrees because Im super hot boi!
Students: OOOOOOOOH
Leaning back allowing the students to catch him it was sure that thomas had won their screams echoing in the halls, Diashi who held that Kayne serious face knew Thomas bars was on point. Then at this moment the sounds of a pair of combat boots started to cause all the students to run in fear it was Jason the schools number one bully his foot steps alone scared everyone around.
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Quickly aiming to run it wasn't until Thoms caught the right hoook of Jason sending Tyrell to the ground buring his left cheek, it wasn't until Thomas recivce four fatal kicks to the gut while on the ground groaning in pain as Jason soon step over him walking to class. Slowly standing and making his way to the bathroom he wiped blood off his lip staring at himself with disguest he hated how he was weak and how he could do nothing one day he knew he would be able to beat someone like Jason but he had to stop being scared fear is what kept him down.
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_The sound of the bell went off and Jamal’s eyes popped open. Realizing he’d slept through not one but two classes and with a big yawn and a stretch of his arms, he began packing his textbook, drawing paper, and lead pencils into the bag. He took it and hoisted it on his shoulder, leaving the class room to head to lunch or at least he was. He’d ended up skipping it because Lizzy wanted to “cuddle”. The two of them sat on the bench outside in the courtyard. Some kids went out there to eat their brown paper bag lunches, or do drugs in the hidden out of sight areas. He sits leaning back with his arms across the back of the bench, and his dreads hanging over his face, while Lizzy cuddled underneath him, resting her head on his shoulder and sighing in content._
Lizzy: I wish we could stay like this forever.
Jamal: Yeeeeah. So you gonna let me do some stuff to you yet or…we still waiting on that?
Lizzy: -sighs- Jamal we’ve talked about this.
Jamal: IT HAS BEEN! A YEAR ELIZABETH! I can’t even touch you left butt cheek let alone anywhere past your neck!
Lizzy: -she held a finger up and spoke with a sing songy tone of voice- When we graduate and get married, then we can have as much sex as you want. Plus I told you things might change by next year.
Jamal: If you say so. –shrugs- Hey look lunch is close to being over so I’m gonna start making my way to the last class of the day. It’s literally across the entire school so I need to get a head start. Text me okay?
Lizzy: Are you mad at me…?
Jamal: No sweetie, how could I ever be?
_Of course he was mad. He was incredibly pissed about the fact that they’d been dating for such a long period of time and he couldn’t express himself physically to her. It DID mean more to him than just being a quick fuck. In his eyes. Jamal’s always been a sensitive guy. It’s strength and a weakness of his. He can at least be sensitive to others needs, but he hide his pain well with a smile…and drugs. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a pill bottle with his name on the prescription and he took a blue capsule. After letting the buzz set in he made it to his last class and sat attentive. Some of the hoodlums from his neighborhood came into the class being loud and obnoxious as unusual but Jamal always did his best to ignore it. He was the quiet one after all. His headphone in one ear, he pulls out the pad and the pencil, and begins drawing, letting his focused imagination begin sketching a stick figure wall jumping from wall to wall. _
Once the bell had rung and class began, Mr. West separates everyone into their respective groups and Steven is stuck with two football playing jocks and another intelligent girl in the class. The two football players are friends with each other named, Chuck and Billy. The girl is a small white girl with blonde hair named Kathy, her and Steven have been partners on chemistry projects before. She is a huge Web Strider fan, even going so far as to make her own custom white and purple jacket styled after his logo and webbings.
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Steven: So Kathy, you wanna help build the ultralight container? You know Chuck and Billy aren’t going to help out at all hahaha.
Kathy: Sure Smiles It will be like how we made that Volcano a few years back.
Steven: You remember that? Man, that thing practically covered the gymnasium with spaghettio’s. Total waste of spaghettio’s by the way ahaha.
Kathy and Steven work across their lab space, building a canister in the center of the table, using the given supplies. Betsy works on another table, lifting her eyes up a bit towards Kathy and Steven as the two work together like a well-oiled machine.
Chuck: Look at these two nerds go. I bet all they do is sit in their rooms and play video games like Mabinogi or League of Legends.
Kathy looks away from them a bit, clearly being the shy kind of girl who hates confrontation. Steven on the other hand always has a problem when people try to pick on others. This inner pride of his brings him to stop doing what he is doing and begin to walk over to the two of them. But before he can get there Kathy grabs his hands with hers, stopping him from making a scene.
Kathy: Don’t do that, Steven. It’s not worth it. You won’t help anything by trying to pick a fight you can’t win. Those guys might eat you before you even get to throw a punch.
Steven looks back at Kathy with a scowl on his face, not having yet realized that she is still holding onto his hand.
Steven: Just because they have the strength or genetics to be bigger doesn’t give them the right to act all high and mighty over the little people. There has to be someone out there to protect the people who are too afraid to defend themselves.
Kathy: That doesn’t have to be you, Steven. I…I don’t want to see you get hurt.
She lowers her head a bit, hiding a slight blush on her face as she says that. Steven tries to keep an angry expression on his face but he can’t help but break a smile before nodding his head towards her to accept that he doesn’t have to be the protector here today. They both now realize their hands are still being held and they quickly let go and look back towards the science project in a very anime style reaction. Mr. West looks up at the two of them and once again he comically shakes his head towards Steven.
Steven: I bet you’d tell Web Strider he could punch those two in the face and not think twice about it.
Kathy: Well that’s different; he has the powers to keep himself from getting hurt. You’re a normal fifteen year old teenager who doesn’t get to heal from injuries within minutes.
Hearing himself being called normal because he lacks powers or technology to make him “special” brings his expression to lessen to a somber look. He places his elbows down on the table and he looks out at the project that sits in front of them.
Steven: Yeah…normal…
After the indecent Thomas decided to skip math and head to the back of the school until the period was over he was too embarrassed to go to class he was too angry to sit down and learn something and he damn sure did not have any patience for any bullshit today. It just sucked he couldn't do anything he was so helpless what could he do to a guy like Jason who looked like he'll eat him alive before Thomas had a chance to do anything to the bully. It just sucked knowing someone had the one up on you it made you feel useless and weak something Thomas highly dislike he felt he should be praised for his smarts not beaten down to a pulp.
Thomas: Fuck! Why me why couldn't I be one of the lucky ones to have an awesome life. Why did I have to be this loser!
Debating with himself Thomas kicked the nearest trash can near him how dared he have no answers there had to be something he could do all Thomas wanted was Jason head on a stake not literally but mentally he really hated him to the core. Then taking a seat on the stairway Thomas pulled out his phone and decided to take his mind off this whole situation he decided to watch Goblin Slayer 3000 one of his favorite shows to watch about his demonic Goblin who tortured souls of the unworthy, you know even with the main character being a bully Thomas looked up to him he allowed nothing to scare him and he was feared by millions a rep Thomas wanted.
As the show progressed Thomas smiled enjoying his show as the time passed not caring what was going on in math at the moment his idol was kicking ass and taking names. Getting lost in his own thoughts he was scared by one of the students coming down the hall who he remembered to be named Kate.
Kate: Hey man what your doing down here by yourself.
Thomas: I don't wanna talk about it, I'm just watching Goblin Slayer 3000
Kate: The new Season is already out O_O move our!
Soon it was now Kate and Thomas watching it off his phone even though they just met it was cool to have someone other than himself to hang with even if it was only for one period. As time went out Thomas and Kate begun to laugh amongst each other as their favorite show played off Tyrell's phone.
Thomas: I can't believe your into Goblin Slayer I thought I was the only one into it.
Kate: Really I've been watching this since I was a pre teen can't believe they wait till now to drop the new season.
Thomas: Yeah me to! I hope it's just as last season Pit was my favorite character.
Kate: Hurley's mind he always makes mistakes makes him feel human than everyone.
Time passed as Thomas and Kate got lost in their conversation which would of taken the whole period.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8DXvKKXB-4 ) _The Class progressed fast for some and slow for others. For Jamal there was only the pen and the pad. In most cases the pen is mightier than the sword. For some things this is true, but people also say actions speak louder than words. These two phrases contradict each so heavily, and to make things worse people will throw either of these lines at you whenever THEY think it’s right. But when is right? Jamal had sketched out an entire comic book scene with Web Strider fighting a random villain until he felt a piece of paper hit his head. He took out his headphone to look over at that did it? Of course it was the Negros in the back of the class. It was study time and everyone was either talking or doing something to kill time until the last hour was up. But these assholes just wanted to mess with him since he was the quiet kid. As usual._
Negro 1: What you drawing over there boy!
Jamal: …Doodles
Nergo 2: Doodles? This nigga said –mocking voice- doodles.
Jamal: -_- -shakes his head and continues drawing-
Negro 3: Draw me a tattoo!
Jamal: I can’t draw tattoos
Negro 3: I just want a panther
Jamal: I can’t draw animals
Negro 1: Then what the fuck are you good for if you can’t draw animals nigga? Can you draw a cat? A dog? A bird? An ocotopus?
Jamal: -sighs through his nostrils- An octopus isn’t even considered an animal nigga. It’s a cephalopod mollusc of the order Octopoda. You’d know that if you weren’t failing this class.
Negro 1: -stands up- you trying to get smart nigga?
Girl student: Daquan if you don’t sit yo butt down and leave that boy alone.
Negro 1: Man Keisha aint no body even talking to yo shrek looking ass!
_At this point jamal would’ve just put his headphones in and let them all keep arguing without his input. He already knew how this was gonna go. The girl was going to stick up for him while he himself just sat there and ignored it all. Letting the words pass him by while the guy would call him things like a “pussy” or “a lil bitch”. Since he never said anything most people assumed this was true. He wasn’t one for confrontation but alas that in the modern world is taken as weakness. He didn’t think so. His father always told him that it just means he’s passive. What if he was tired of being passive? It’s not like he didn’t want to stand up for himself but he knew it’d lead to fight. It wasn’t so much the fight that scared him but the possibility of losing. The unsureness of being able to pull it off or how everyone would view him. Jamal had a lot of insecurities hidden behind the stupid jokes, but you’d never guess unless he told you himself._
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Jamal: Finally.
_The bell signaled the end of the last class and by this time every grudge anyone ever had was now gone for good. They packed their bags and began heading out. Checking his watch it was only 3 something in the afternoon so he’d have time to watch Liz’s practice for an hour and then make his way to the LARP bout, to see if he could climb the ranks. Double checking his pocket to make sure his inhaler was there, he’d nod, pop some tunes into his head, and begin making his way to the gym to watch the wrestling practice. _
Jamal: Another day of prison over. –smiles and nods-
II[]
Steven had gone through his entire day without running into that many problems in the rest of his classes. Throughout his classes there were events that play out that happen in every kind of school. People always in the back talking loudly and the people who wanted to do their work just simply sitting at their desks focused on the papers. At the end of the school day, Steven makes his way out of his AP English class. The next thing on his agenda is to go to Ryoji tech and start his night shift with one of the scientists he shadows for his training. While he walks down the hallways, Kathy runs up from behind him and catches his attention.
Kathy: Hey, Steven! Wait up!
Steven keeps walking but turns around to see who is calling him and he waves to Kathy as she makes her way forward to walk beside him.
Steven: What’s up Kathy?
Kathy: Nothing much, heading to Ms. Barber’s room. She leads the chemistry club for the school. You should come join us, we could use a brilliant mind like yours to help spice up the experiments.
Steven: laughs a bit That sounds fun but I can’t. I have to head over to my internship over at thw Ryoji Tech tower. I’m surprised you don’t have an internship like this. You might be one of the few people who can give me a run for my money on science.
Kathy: I know right? And please, I have you by a lannddddd sliddeeeee. I just want to enjoy my teen years before I go to college and REALLY have to focus and put life on the backburner.
Steven: yeah, that makes sense. I have to bank on a scholarship for college so I guess I don’t get the fun highschool teen years.
As the two of them talk about science and where they plan on going to school after high school, even though it’s years away, a group of three Mexican cholo style males begin to make a wall in front o fthem so they have to stop walking. Kathy quickly shells herself away, holding her books tightly against her chest while Steven clenches his jaw at the sight of them. These guys are seniors who have been held back more times than the city should allow. They are covered in tattoos and the one in the middle stares Kathy up and down like she is a piece of meat.
Cholo 1: Yo look at this weta here. She got a nice body on her. You want some brown sugar cause my boys and I can show you how to really party, ayeee.
Kathy: N-no…thank you. I am o-okay. Come on Steven.
She tries to walk passed them but the Mexican on the left end grabs her by her arm to pull her back in front of them.
Steven: Hey!
He yells out to them before pushing the boy back a few feet and keeping Kathy behind him. His hands ball into fists ready to fight and before he knows it the cholo in the middle swings his right fist at Steven’s jaw.
Cholo 1: Stupid mothafucka!
Steven takes the hit and his head swings in the opposite direction and his hair instantly comes out of place as he falls to one knee. Blood drips down onto the hallway floor but Steven has one thing going for him, he doesn’t know when to quit. Steven lifts himself back up and using that momentum he swings his right fist up and clocks the center cholo on the bottom of his jaw with as much strength as he can put behind it. This forces him to stagger back a few feet before lifting his right hand to his mouth to check for blood.
Cholo 1: You got some fight in you, homes…To bad we are going to beat it out of you.
From there the three of them begin to unload punches and kicks into Steven, forcing him to quickly fall to the ground in a a lot of pain. His back gets pushed into the lockers while one of the cholos begins to unleash a boxing style combo onto his gut, hitting him over and over before Steven finally falls down from being hit too hard. The three of them laugh their asses off, enjoying every bit of it as they watch Steven grip his ribs with his right hand. Slowly forcing himself up to his feet, Steven gets up and with his mouth dripping blood is uses sheer willpower to put his hands up in a boxing stance.
Cholo 1: You just don’t know when to stay down do you?...
Steven: I don’t ever stay down…
The three cholos move forward to get ready for another barrage of attacks but before they can, Mr. West comes running down the hall yelling out to the kids.
Mr. West: Yall stop this right now!
Cholo 1: Oh shit! Let’s bounce!
They all begin to run out of the building with Mr. West chasing after them as he tries to grab them before they can exit the school all-together. Steven takes a sigh of relief and places his back against the locker with his body in immense amounts of pain. His body slides down to a seated position against the lockers and Kathy comes to stand in front of him. She kneels down in front of him and uses a napkin she had in her folder to wipe the blood from his face.
Kathy: You didn’t have to do that you know.
Steven: Yes I did…
Kathy smiles a bit, trying to hide the reddish hue of her blush once more before Steven gets back up to his feet. He begins to hobble down the rest of the hallway, keeping up with Kathy and they continue talking.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
Hearing the bell Thomas smirked as the ending of his favorite show had ended looking over to Kate who was slowly standing on her two feet stretching man an hour went by that fast. Slowly standing as the halls soon was filled Thomas looking over to Kate had asked.
Thomas: What class you have now?
Kate: Bio man I hate Bio but you do what you have to do for a grade I guess.
Thomas: Yeah I have this. Wait do you hear that?
Thomas then overheard the loud noise of students in the halls and that could only mean one thing a fight. Taking off down the hall with Kate struggling behind him, Thomas came at the end of Steven getting his ass handed to him and man it was bad. He stood at the end of the hallway watching him walk off with some girl, he didn't want to cockblock so he stood watching the champ walk off. With the pride he had left that was the thing with him Jamal and Steven they just didn't know when to quit he started to wonder if that was a bad thing or was it one of those things that will come in handy in their future job whatever that was. It just made Tyrell happy to know he didn't surround himself with a bunch of quitters hey he would rather be a nerd that some Jock whose going to get a baby at age 18.
Kate: Do you know him? The guy with the girl?
Thomas: You mean Steven? Yeah I know him he's one of my best friends.
Kate: It a shame what happened to him you should go talk to your friend.
Thomas: Nah trust me he's okay, with that girl around him he'll be just fine man I sure know how to pick my friends.
Kate: So Thomas.. I have to get to class but I'll Love to watch Goblin Slayer with you some other time.
Thomas: Why would you wan...I mean sure! I wouldn't mind so do you have a celluar device I can contact to you on or..
Kate: Not really good on asking a girl for her number are you?
Thomas: Nah not really.
Kate soon wrote her number on a sheet of people slippig it inside his pocket before leaving Thomas all alone in the halls. The biggest question on his mind was.
"Do I ever go to class?"
(http://listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=jtmhKTNV1HA#[CDQ]_Roy_Woods_-_Drama_Ft._Drake_%28Produced_By_CMPLX%29 ) _Jamal would’ve sat on the bleachers with his head resting in the palms of his hands, as he watched Lizzy wrestle with the other sultry dressed wrestling girls there. He loved watching her tuants the most for the clearest and most obvious reasons_
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_Then he remembers she…actually kicks ass.._
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_His mouth dropped open a bit when he sees one of the other girls try to join in and stop the slaughter but she too was powerless as Lizzy’s friend Ally with her fine self also joined in, and they tag teamed the girl using their booty power._
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_Lizzy and her give each other both high fives, before jumping around exclaiming their exciment. Jamal stood up and clapped for her, and she blew him a kiss in thankfulness. The hour long practice ended and Lizzy dawned some normal attire this time around, wearing a black tank top, some jeans, and her purse on her shoulder. They both walk towards the front of the school where he waits with her for her ride to get here._
Jamal: you did great out there. It’s good to see you in some normal clothes though.
Lizzy: Oh shut up –kisses his cheek-
Jamal: Whaaatever. So where’s your ride? I know you said your dad was at work.
Lizzy: Oh I didn’t tell you I have this new friend of mine who’s pretty cool! He said he’d give me a ride.
Jamal: He?
(https://youtu.be/z9_40ZSIJZ8?t=15s )_The sound of a motorcycle could be heard a ways away until it got close enough for the motorcycle man to be in view. The man pulled up wearing a brown leather jacket and a helmet on his head. Black fingerless gloves covered his hands, and he leaned the bike over with his cargo pants clothed leg and boot, before looking at Jamal and Lizzy_
Lizzy: Hey Cho!
Jamal: -looks back and forth between him and her with an open mouth- Who the fuck is ch-
Cho:-lifts the helmet up and nods at Jamal, then smiles at Lizzy- hop on, I’ve got places to be.
Lizzy:-claps her hands in excitement and hops on the back of the bike, pressing her breast to his back and holding him tightly- I’ll see you tomorrow babe!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34GL9_k3hZI )_The motorcycle took off down the driveway of the school and Jamal stood there blinking. His eyes got wide for a moment as he…wasn’t quite sure how to process any of this. He began the long walk home, passing through the crowd feeling a longing sense of dread. She took off with some Asian looking hunk and he was stuck here walking. He bumped into a couple of people along the way before he finally couldn’t stand the pain in his gut anymore. He sat down on the bench and watched everyone go by….before long the sun began setting and the streets only got emptier and emptier…like his soul._
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Jamal: -his phone rings- Eh? –answers it- Hello?
Aubery: Jamal? Where are you it’s getting late. Your friends from that Larp stuff came by and didn’t know where you were.
Jamal: Ah crap I spaced out…had a bit of a moment today.
Aubery: You need to talk about it son?
Jamal: No….no nothings confirmed. I’ll tell you when I get home.
_He looks around finally noticing it is REALLY dark outside. He lost track of time feeling bad about the whole lizzy thing. He texted her, spam texted her in fact 5 times but there was no reply at all. He puts his phone in his pocket and begins walking casually through district 2 to the nearest bus to D1. As he did he passed a shop. He looked up and the sign said “Tainted Web”. It was a plant shop. It didn’t stick out to him for any particular reason but while looking at it he ran into a light pole hitting his nose first thing_
Jamal: -Holds his nose in in pain- FUCK!
_His nose bleeds a bit and he covers his nose/mouth with his hands and looks around. He then notices the sign on the door says open and he tries to peek inside._
Jamal: Hello? Anybody there?
_He proceeded to push the door open just a little bit and as he did, unbeknownst to him, a small little spider began to work its way down from its destroyed spider web. The web was broken when he ran into the pole and the spider had no choice but to abort. The spider landed on his shoulder and began to crawl its way towards his neck. As it did it opened up its pinchers and bit down on his neck! He yelled out and quickly slapped the back of his neck trying to swat whatever it was! He looked down at his hand to see the smooshed spider and waved his hand back and forth making sure it wasn’t on his hand anymore._
Jamal: The hell was that…goooood damn that shit hurts. I hope it wasn’t poison….-he shook his head-
_Eventually he made it to the bus stop, and took the next bus he could. Making his way back to his lovely apartment home. He wanted to see if Steven made it back but he did mention interning with that place or whatever. He shrugged as he treaded up the steps and sulked into his happy not happy home. He could hear his dad recording songs in the bathroom again. He didn’t want to disturb him, so he just went to the back room, shut the door, and put on some tunes. He laid in his bed, still wearing his clothes form the day only to get a text from lizzy. Checking his phone it reads_
“Sorry I didn’t text back. I was busy by the time I got home. I’ll call you in the morning, love you.”
_He toss his phone to the floor and gets up to go take a shower. As he did though a sudden rush of exhaustion hit him._
Jamal: Ngh….guess i…wore myself out with that walk. Better sleep it off.
_He fell to his bed and proceeded to go back to sleep. He felt a bit lighter than usual hoping the spider bite didn’t do anything to weird. If he felt odd by the morning time he’d go to the doctor…if he felt okay._
III[]
[5/10/2016 11:55:26 PM] Torres: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1P71MNNsxKQ )
A few hours after hanging out with Kathy and getting to work, Steven finds himself alongside one of Ryoji Techs best scientists, Dr. Robert Dawson. He has spent the last eight years of his life researching and developing what the owner of the company likes to call “Ryoji Particles.” In its early stages it had been proven to be unstable and has yet to be able to reach its full potential in the scientific community. A lot of science groups have given up research and development on the idea of the Ryoji Particle being practical in everyday use. Dr. Dawson is not one of those people. Steven is wearing a long white lab coat, the same as his mentor. Dr. Dawson is a tall lengthy male, standing at 6’2 but not a muscular man like most people that height usually are. Currently he stands behind one of the lab desks that is covered in equipment and a bright red liquid that flows through multiple tubes on the equipment. Using a recording device, Dawson begins to record his finginds.
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Dr. Dawson: I have discovered and isolated a rare group of subatomic particles.
Steven: What does that exactly mean, Dr. Dawson?
Dawson: Originally, Ryoji Particles were only used to decrease the size and mass of inorganic objects. Through my research I have been able to increase the size and mass of objects as well. This was realized when I finally figured out how the Ryoji Particles work.
Steven: Don’t the particles work on the scale that they increase and decrease the size of matter on a sub-atomic level?
Dawson: That is what I originally thought as well, Steven. But I think I may have a separate theory on the matter. What if the matter isn’t being changed in size but rather being sent somewhere else all-together?
Steven looks up at his mentor with a rather confused expression.
Dawson: Here come take a look.
Together the two of them walk over to one of their experimentation rays that uses the Ryoji Particles to fire a beam of energy that can shrink an object to the size of an insect.
Dawson: This Red Dawn action figure weighs about 12 ounces but when shrunk down…
Dawson activates the machine and a bright crimson energy beam fires down onto the action figure and the figure is shrunk down to a small size, smaller than a chess piece!
Dawson: notice how when the transformation occurs, you can see residual images of the size that the figure was before it shrunk.
Steven: Meaning?
Dawson: Seeing the residual size made me want to investigate further and if we weigh the figure now…
Placing the small action figure on a scale puts it at 5.2 ounces.
Steven: But that makes sense. The smaller the object, the less weight it would carry.
Dawson: ahh ha, Mr. Torres. But is it a smaller object all-together? The Ryoji Particle theory explains that the circumference value and volume of the object do not change in the shrinking process. So then how can mass be missing if the value of the object does not actually change? We did not take mass out of the object by shrinking it, we merely condensed the object.
Steven: I can see where your wheels are turning. For the object to LOSE mass then we would obviously have had to take something out.
Dawson: I believe that the transformation is actually shunting matter somewhere else when the shrinking process occurs and then later accruing that given mass back when it is returned to normal size.
Steven: But where on Earth could the mass be going if it is being shunted somewhere else?
Dawson: Not on Earth at all…This experiment I have put together will prove that the mass that is being shunted actually travels to another dimension. Similar to how black holes can suck in anything within their path taking them to un unknown place in the universe, I believe the Ryoji Particles can actually send mass to a different dimension all-together.
Steven: How exactly do you plan on completing such an act through experimentation? Have you kept me out of the loop on something, sir?
Dawson: I have. Only because I didn’t know if you were ready but after working with you for this time…I know you can handle it. The experiment is a rather drastic one, one that is not exactly approved by the board of directors.
Steven: I have a feeling we are leading into some kind of sci-fi movie here.
Dawson: I am going to inject myself with an experimental strand of Ryoji Particles that will mix in with my blood stream. I have created small microscopic tracking beacons that have been placed inside of this vile. As long as it is somewhere in the universe we should be able to find where the mass is being taken. If we can figure out that THIS is the reason why Ryoji Particles work, then we can mass produce this on a much larger scale!
Steven: But…injecting yourself…Has anyone ever done ANYTHING like that? Can’t we place trackers on an object and see where it takes that. I mean, why does it have to be you?
Dawson: Because if my calculations are correct human trials will be right down the corner. And if we can accomplish both here…then the Nobel Prize will be OURS, Steven. Can you imagine it? A fifteen year old being awarded the ultimate prize in our job field?
Steven: I guess…You have a point…I’M IN!
Dawson: Then I suggest we get ready to make history. Get the station prepped, we do this tonight!
[5/10/2016 11:57:30 PM] Torres: (It might not add up all the way as you read it, but im going for a Bruce Banner kind of accident. Where he was working on Gamma Radiation (Ryoji Particles) thinking he was making something to cure diseases (Change the world in Steven's case). But what he doesn't know is that Ross (Dawson) is actually using the Gamma Research (Ryoji Particles) to make himself into a super powered being, aka Hulk. (Ant-man in this case.) )
[5/11/2016 4:01:12 PM] Serizawa: Few hours passed as Thomas was walking out the school as he noticed Jamal's skateboard, it wasn't everyday this fool left his ride at school, quickly getting on it Thomas began to push the only thing on his mind at this moment was Kate and how he scored a number for the first time ever. Things were looking up for good ole Tyrell, pushing off his right foot he'd begun to pick up speed his jacket rippling as the force and speed Thomas was going, zooming past cars as if he done this before. It wasn't until he got a text from his mother to pick up some things from the Deli tugging on his bag which was on his back Thomas zoomed down the block heading towards the store.
Thomas: Should I return Jamal's ride today or should I use.. Hm Yeah Im use it!
Shredding to the end of the block Thomas leaping off the ride before placing it to the side walked into the store seeing the many things he would like to buy but due to his internship he didn't really have a lot of money, at the moment he only held 34 bucks in his pockets , picking up some milk and cereal. He made sure it was his favorite brand, Captain Cannon brunch every bite tasted like the music career of Nick Cannon. Putting it on the counter the store clerk racked him up.
Store: That'll be 5 dollars.
Thomas: How much are those Webbing fingers?
Store: 50 cent.
Thomas: Let me get two of those.
Once he was all set placing his change in his pocket and the bags in his bookbag before skating out of the store heading home, he debated if he should call Kate but he was too nervous too he wondered if she was waiting for his call or just not caring about his existent. Pulling out his phone he decided to call as he rode down the hill which was coming up ahead moving his left foot more on to the head of the board as he went down.
Ring*Ring*Ring
Kate: Hello?
Thomas: Hey Kate it's Thomas, was wondering if you wanted to wanted to hang out this weekend Prob watch some Slayer
Kate: Are you asking me out?
Thomas: Of course not. I was. I was
Kate: it's fine JB smooth I would like to,
Thomas: Really B? It's lit!
Kate: Did you just call me a bitch?
Thomas:No B is just B
Kate: Oh well I'll talk to you later bye.
Torres: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3JSlGjrrYM )
Steven straps Dawson into a machine that puts him in a standing position. His arms are placed into gauntlet style gloves held up to his shoulders height and his feet are placed in holders to keep him still. Three needle injectors are on both sides above his arms filled with the special Ryoji Particles. Once the doctor becomes strapped down he looks over to Steven and gives him a very confident nod to start the process.
Dawson: Don’t be nervous, Steven. Tonight we will make history. As soon as you pull that level…Our lives will never be the same.
Steven walks over to a monitor and begins to punch in some of the activation codes and they begin to give off readings of Dr. Dawson’s vitals and other pertinent information about the make up of his body. It only takes him a few seconds to get everything in place and he places his right hand on the handle of the level. His heart races and pounds against his chest as he looks at this level before raising his eyes to look up towards his mentor.
Dawson: You can do this. We have worked so hard to get to this moment. Don’t let fear hesitate your hand. The higher the risk, the higher the reward. Pull it!
The young teenager nods to his mentor and slams the lever down to activate the machine. The six needles pierce into his arm and inject his body with the Ryoji Particles. Dawson screams out in pain as his body is quickly filled with the unstable isotopes. Steven makes a quick motion to the emergency shut down button but before he can even get close he hears the roar of his mentor stopping him.
Dawson: Don’t press it! I…I AM FINE!...I can push through this! Activate the radiated particle beam!
Hearing his mentor continue to give orders about the experiment helps reassure Steven and get him through this. His fingers begin to fly across the keyboard to get the particle beam charged and ready for fire. With one click of another button a crimson beam of energy bursts downward onto Dawson’s body, engulfing him in the radiated ryoji particles that are used to shrink objects down. The device that holds Dawson in his place holds steady as the energies swirl through his body. His face just paints the picture of pain as he continues to scream. His veins begin to appear across his vein and Steven gets closer and closer to pressing the shutdown button.
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Dawson: It’s working! I can feel it! MY GOD ITS BEAUTIFUL!
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The words bring Steven to smile with joy at the thought of this experiment going through the way they had panned it. But then everything changes within the blink of an eye. The lights around the room begin to flicker and Steven doesn’t realize that the machine is taking all the electricity from the building. The monitor that Steven is working on begins to static for a few seconds before the screen actually explodes outwards and makes glass fly everywhere. Steven raises his arms to his face to block the glass. Dawson continues to scream, now reaching a point that sounds like torture. Steven looks over at Dawson and the machine begins to make bright lights escape from the energies that are funneling into it. Before his very eyes Steven is able to see the skin of his mentor’s face begin to peel away from his body and disappear into thin air.
Steven: Dr. Dawson! I have to get you out of there!
With that he rushes to the shutdown button and clicks it dozens of times only to see that the systems are all shut down and he can’t turn it off.
Dawson: Steven! Get yourself out of here! I can feel the energies! IT’S TEARING ME APART!
Steven: I won’t leave you to die like this! We are both going to get out of here!
Showing his ability to never know when to quit, Steven runs towards the machine and does everything he can to shut the systems down from where he is at. Using his hands he pulls on the cords that are running the energy into the machine to try and get it to stop funneling onto Dawson. But while this happens he is not seeing the charge of the particles forming a ball of energy inside of the machine where Dawson is at. A few more seconds pass and Steven resorts to the old cave man style of doing things by grabbing a wrench and attempting to pry the machine open to get Dr. Dawson out. The next few moments feel like an eternity as Steven uses what strength he has to try and pry the machine open but gets nowhere with it. The energy of the ryoji particles finally erupts and explodes like a bomb with the center point being where Dr. Dawson is. The energy explodes in the form of a shockwave and this hits Steven like a ton of bricks. His body lifts into the air like a ragdoll, being hit with so much energy because of where he is in relation to the epicenter of the blast. His body instantly becomes limb as he is launched across the room. The energy passes through the building before being forced to bottleneck upwards and tear through the roof of Ryoji Tech’s building. The crimson energy bursts up into the atmosphere before trickling away thousands of feet up in the air.
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Steven’s body smashes against the wall of the lab before rolling down to the ground where he remains unconscious on his chest. The energy swirls through the lab for a few seconds before trickling away into nothingness just like the energy that escaped up into the atmosphere. At the center of the lab where Dr. Dawson was is covered in a black carbon color and the metal machine is melted down to the core; leaving behind a mangled remain of the original machine. Along with the destroyed machine there is no sign of Dr. Dawson at all. There is no piece of his clothing left or any limbs remain of what would assume to be an explosion. It is as if he disappeared completely into the unknown void. On the floor Steven remains on his chest with his heart barely beating. His eyes remain open and to the naked eye it would seem like he is dead. But in the corner of his iris a small sliver of a red streak can be seen forming over the brown.