I was so sleepy. Hey, this seemed like deja vu! Anyway, it was Mr. What'shisface's class again. The rest of the class was nodding off or already off. I was struggling to keep from falling...as...leeeeeeeeepppppp-
*CLICK*
"%...EVERYBOOOODAY! ROCK YOUR BOOOODAY! EVERYBOOOODAY, ROCK YOUR BODY RIGHT!%" came a half-shouting voice of Ricky Johnson, slacker-extraordinaire.
Everyone practically leapt out of their chairs as Ricky hastily clicked off his tape-player. Mr. Whatchamacallit wasn't pleased, but let it pass since it woke up the class. Ricky Johnson blushed.
After class, half the class begged Ricky to tell them where he had done that karoake while the other half demanded to know. I was of neither, but I overheard, "The Sing 'N' Doom."
Good lord. I could see through these cheap traps and no one else thought anything about it. I'd have to go to "The Sing 'N' Doom" too, I supposed. After all, I still didn't know who was attacking us. Once I found out, I'd waste 'em.
"The Sing 'N' Doom" was exactly like the name proposed. It was kind of a rathole, but there was a karoake machine. It was surrounded by a ring. That meant one thing. Fighting-Karoake. Crap. In fact, there were EIGHT rings, two with karoake machines, and two stages off to one side where the wimps sang karoake.
I had a duty to keep my fellow classmates alive. If not for their parents, then for themselves. I signed up for brawling. It wasn't until I got into line that I realized that you fight in whatever you're wearing.
Not that that was a problem for me. I was kinda worried about my 'fellow combatants'. They might NOT have knives, guns or clubs. They started letting kids into the arena. I was about fifth in line out of twenty to thirty.
The 'arena' was a swampy setting with what looked like knee-deep water. The worst thing was that I saw at least three kids patting their coats. Hoo boy. This was going to get nasty and quick. That cheesecake was going to have to wait until I got home to be eaten.
As I made a damp landing, I instantly prepared for combat as the four already in the water were going at it. The sixth kid was a pushover. Just a knee into his gut and a solid punch to the face and he went down. I pulled him out of the water and waved to the guys at the top.
"OY! Can you lower somethin' down? He's out." I yelled.
"Put 'im on the platform." The guy replied.
I looked over and saw a platform I _KNOW_ wasn't there. I put the kid on it anyway, then got ready again. Soon, a literal wave of kids started diving in. Wait a minute! It was supposed to be one kid every thirty seconds! This was more like one kid ever two milliseconds! The original five kids (myself included) noticed something was definitely off about the newcomers. The glazed-over look on their faces proved it. Drugged. Crap.
Like a pissed-off pack of rabid weasels, the kids lunged for us. I did my best to stop them without killing them, but it really is difficult to hit without killing, especially with berserkers.
I don't know how long I was fighting those berserk kids, but it felt like an eternity. Then, I noticed that they were thinning down. Soon, they were beaten completely. I began grabbing kids and throwing them onto the platform, as did the remaining two kids.
"Aaron." The taller and huskier kid declared, wiping off his glasses on his black skull shirt.
"Ben." I answered.
"BJ." The shorter, wiry kid declared.
Aaron, BJ and I soon finished putting the kids on the platform and they all vanished. Then, the people who had us down here leapt down with us. I felt something wasn't right, and apparently, so did Aaron and BJ.
"Hehehehehe... so, you managed to survive THIS long, eh?" One bald and wiry man carrying a scythe declared, cackling.
"You shall not survive." The tallest, most solidly built man declared, hefting a sword that was bigger than BJ.
"HAhahahahaHaHaHahahAHAHahAHA!" the little girl with the claws laughed.
"I got the big one." Aaron declared.
"I'll take the psycho with the scythe." I said.
"Guess I get the girl, eh?" BJ asked sarcastically.
I moved into a fighting stance when I felt two somethings tap against my right shoe. I reached down and snatched them up. A gun and a knife. I tossed the gun to Aaron, who shifted into a proper firing stance and fired nine shots into the really big one as I lunged for the scythe-wielding maniac. I dodged his attempt to slice me in half the short way and raced forward as he prepared to slice me in half the long way. I plunged the knife into his gut, gritting my teeth and about to pray that everyone understood that this was in self-defense, when I heard the sound of metal against metal.
"THEY'RE ROBOTS!!" I yelled, grabbing the scythe and pulling, being sure that I wouldn't get cut should I get it free. It growled in anger as I managed to wrench it's arm out of the socket and tore the contact wires. Very poorly made, I must say. At least the arm was still moving, showing that they had some thought. I swatted it's arm from the scythe handle and severed it's head. It didn't stop moving. Okay, maybe it was a somewhat good design. Probably made so that it could fight should it be dismembered. Finally, I sliced it in half (It later turned out I stabbed him in his coin purse). Aaron was busy in a battle of strength against the bald robot, so I hacked the robot in half. BJ was struggling with the girl as Aaron and I walked over to them.
BJ had numerous cuts across his arms and legs, so no, he wasn't in the best of shape. Aaron and I were about to destroy it when we noticed that it was bleeding too. She really was a girl. So, we pulled the claws it had on it's hands off. BJ grabbed her under one arm and nuggied her back to consciousness.
"Trying to trick us. Make us think they were all robots, then when we killed her, they'd have us for murder." Aaron muttered.
Aaron carried the girl to the platform as I helped BJ. We put them on the platform and they vanished. We clambered on and in a flash of white light, we found ourselves outside of the place. BJ and the girl were nowhere in sight. Aaron sat down against the wall, exhuasted. I was too, but I had something to do. I excused myself and raced out of sight.
My guess was that they were using the arena to exhuast fighters, teleport them away into cages and draw on their lifeforce. And they probably wanted people they could easily handle, thus why Aaron and I were kicked out. We might still be able to fight. And that might be dangerous if they didn't have proper security.
"Overdrive power, make up!" I whispered loudly, holding the transformation pen.
*POOF*
Next thing I know, I'm Sailor Overdrive. I burst into the "Sing 'N' Doom" and stormed into the manager's office, where what had to be a VERY ugly cross between a pig, a human and a lizard was sitting.
"WHO ARE YOU!?!" The Pig-Lizardman demanded.
"I'm Sailor Overdrive. I'm here to kick ass and chew bubblegum. And unfortunately for you, I'm all out of bubblegum." I said, grinning as I finally got to say something REALLY cool. I'd have to make a note to do this everytime.
It barely had a chance to fight before I blew his head off. I raced out and grabbed the secretary.
"Where do the defeated fighters go?" I demanded.
He pointed. Then turned into a vicious-looking poodle monster. I grabbed a rolled-up newspaper and smacked it on the nose. It whimpered.
"Bad doggie. Now, no bite or no treat!" I told it before running off.
It was like a veterinary hospital gone horribly wrong. All the kids Aaron, BJ and I had beaten up were stuffed into REALLY big dog carriers. BJ and the girl were in the farthest ones.
After about two minutes, everyone was free and heading home to recover. Once again, the Media and the police showed up WAAAAAY too late. I made a cheesy comment and took off. No one was the wiser.
I was a block away from my house when I ran into Kate, quite literally. No sooner had I realized that this was NOT good than she was looming over me, grinning.
"Yeeeeesssss?" I asked.
"Finally! Stay right here, I'll call my friends!" Kate babbled, turning to call for assistance.
Not good. If she brought my friends, one or another would get me to make comment that they could use to identify me. In haste, I had to think of something to stun her long enough for me to get away.
Okay, in retrospect, maybe grabbing her, saying "Baby, you're all I want" and french-kissing her _WAS_ a bit much, but hey, got the desired effect.
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The End?! Not by far! Be sure to look for the NEXT CHAPTER of SAILOR OVERDRIVE!!
What to Expect!:
- Sailor Overdrive learns a new technique OTHER THAN BLOWING HOLES IN THINGS OR TEARING OFF THE HEADS OF BAD GUYS!!!
- The main bad guy makes a haunting first appearance!
- Kate becomes even MORE focused on Sailor Overdrive!
- And why Ben doesn't cook much!
- And a NEW SAILOR... still won't be introduced.
A-kun, signing off.
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