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Hi! sorry for the wait. Here's the chapter. I've titled it by the songs that inspired it...so Chapter 2s inspiration was...
Dance floor Anthem- Good Charlotte
Bring 'em out- Hawk Nelson
Own the plot...Own the characters...
Energy
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“You sure about this Violet? They could’ve been leading us on.”
“I’m positive, Brent. Now shut up and be quiet.”
Five minutes in the freezing air passed, with a small breeze blowing little bits of snow to and fro. Then at the far side of the field, nine figures emerged.
“Violet said there would be seven.” Muttered Edward, as Brent stepped forward.
“No. I said there would be seven on the offense. There are two watching” Violet turned her head.
“Couldn’t you have told us sooner?”
“I’m sorry Edward, do you have psychic abilities?”
“No.”
“Then shut up and focus.”
Brent stepped forward flanked by Kyiela and Violet, as Edward and the other three followed behind.
The other figures walked forward in a similar formation, meeting up in the center. The two in the front of the Tiger formation stepped to the side.
“We meet again, Brent.”
Jeremie bowed, but came up smirking as if he was mocking them.
“Jeremie.” Brent nodded back coldly.
“Why are you on our territory?” said Kyiela, eager to get this over with.
“Isn’t it obvious? Territory for ourselves.” Jeremie scoffed, “Surely someone as smart as you could figure that out. Or is that just a pretty face?”
Kyiela narrowed her eyes, stepping forward as Brent and Violet held her back.
“Jeremie, can we please-,” started Brent, who was getting annoyed.
Jeremie continued on, “What is your power anyway? Oh that’s right, your boyfriend won’t let you play with us.”
In one fell swoop Brent couldn’t contain himself and lunged at Jeremie growling something along the lines of, “She’s not my girlfriend” as Kyiela punched Jeremie, starting a battle.
Violet knocked out two using a brain overload technique, causing everyone to pick one and go along with basic battle strategies.
Kyiela jumped right in, summoning little rocks that swirled towards Jeremie, who turned it into ice and sent it back. Summoning up a wall of lava, the Ice melted. Running, she conjured up a water defense while shooting air waves strong enough to blow a building over. Jeremie blocked them all.
“An equal.” He said, shooting back some air, “so I’m not the only elemental in the world.”
“Then we both know the risks.” Said Kyiela, putting down her defense as Jeremie did the same.
They were in a standoff with the others battling around them, Psychic walls and barriers flying, and shadows encircling another half of the field.
“But how do we know the risks exist?” said Jeremie, quieter as the others battled on, a couple knocked out.
“You can feel it can’t you?”
Jeremie’s eyes narrowed as he jumped back to the others.
“Tigers, retreat.”
He phased out into the woods as the others followed suit.
The field was now covered in footprints and craters, as the wolves phased out back to their base.
It was 8 at night and Kyiela was still at the cottage with Brent. He was watching a hockey game, and she was sitting watching the snow fall onto the dock outside. She was exhausted, and only from ten minutes of using her powers. Brent looked over his shoulder. She was visibly tired, the way she was slouched and looking into space. It happened every time she controlled the elements, but something seemed to be bothering her even more. Kyiela could feel his staring, so she decided to explain.
“He’s an elemental.” She said, looking out the window, “That’s why he doesn’t fight as much.”
“Jeremie?”
“Yeah.”
“What, does it hurt when you use your abilities?”
“No. Only after, you get so exhausted and tired, and then it kinda feels like…Something’s missing.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…It’s just…empty.”
“It’s bothering you more now than before.” +
“I don’t think he feels the emptiness.”
“So what if he doesn’t feel emptiness?”
“It feels suspicious. Not to mention the fact that what I feel might be abnormal”
Brent looked back at the TV.
“Kyiela, if something really bad was going to happen, Violet would tell us.”
She sighed.
“Well, it’s getting late. I’m going to go home.” She pulled on her coat.
“Be careful. If you need anyone-,”
“Call, I know.”
Kyiela went out into the snow, shivering a little as she set down the road to her house that she shared with her grandmother. Twelve years ago, there was a freak accident in which a subway car jumped the tracks and killed 12 people. Kyiela’s parents were killed, along with a family friend. A silent tear fell down her cheek. Walking home was the only time she could show most signs of weakness. I.e.-Crying. She had to be the backbone for the group, and if she had any weakness, any flaws, the group would be torn apart. At least in her mind it would. Sure, she was good looking and a lot of boys liked her, but the whole group dominance thing just put her in a bad position for dating. And the side fact that people thought she was going out with Brent? She snorted at the thought. Sure he was nice and polite at times but he was way overprotective. She turned into her house, opening the door to the smell of spaghetti.
It was good to be home.
Brent sat on the couch watching Carolina beat Philadelphia 7-7 in overtime. Usually, he was cheering his butt off by now with Kyiela but the fact that she wasn’t here and that something was probably off deterred him. He had known Kyiela most of his life. She lived with her grandmother a couple blocks away, and she always came over to watch Hockey or play Baseball, whatever season it was. Her powers emerged first, and then his and they started to claim hang out spots, like other groups in the area. That’s how the whole mess started. He and Kyiela took on other group by themselves, at the time using only his shadows and her ice. But then there were the side effects. Kyiela became smarter and stronger, and others came into the group. Violet was invited one day, when she had tripped Kevin in the hall using only her sight. Edward, her cousin, followed, only because Jeremie had tried to take his lunch money, and wanted to be in the official enemy group. Many girls asked to join only because He was in the group. Sure, he was popular but dating would be a bad move. And plus, he would be a hypocrite if he went out with someone and didn’t let Kyiela. He was awakened from his thoughts by the final buzzer of the Carolina hurricanes beating the Flyers. He shut the TV off in a huff. That was hardly enough to keep pressing matters off his mind.
On the other side of town, in the study of Jeremie’s house, his guard was getting a large piece of his mind.
“And Why was I not alerted to this?” he snapped, as a sharp burst of heat pushed Kevin and the four others.
“Well, um, we didn’t know-,”
“And why didn’t you know?”
“Well, we never saw her fight-,”
“What do you mean? You could’ve just hit her with something!”
“But sir, it was Brent, he wouldn’t let her, what I mean is, he would block it, then she’d look at him, like she-,”
“Like she what?”
“Like she could handle it. I don’t think he likes her using her powers-,”
“I’ll formulate that, thank you.”
The four teens stood in fear as Jeremie stood up.
“You five can go.”
Kevin looked remotely surprised.
“F-five, sir?”
“Yes. That includes you.”
“B-but sir-,”
“Kevin. That’s weekend service for you. You had better form a doppelganger or an excuse.” Snapped Jeremie as the five scuttled out of the room.
He vented as he walked over to the window, watching the falling snow. He had two theories. One, Brent knew of the state she would be in if she used it too much, or he didn’t want her overshadowing what he could do. He shook his head. No, the latter option wasn’t like Brent. He went and booted up his laptop that rested on the desk. He sat logging into his e-mail when it hit him. It was the last option, and the most logical. It explained everything from the fighting and the classroom seating.
Jeremie opened a new message window with a smirk. He had found the leader’s weakness.
