It was the fist day of school for Spike, and his day had had already gone badly. It was his first year of high school. He had just transferred from another school, which make his day even worse, since he knew nobody and he hated writing paragraphs more than anything does. He was already halfway through the day, so the horror wouldn’t last much longer.
“Ms., uh, Jones, my paragraph is going to be over ‘True Power’. Is that aight?” Spike asked.
“Sure, just make sure that the class can understand.” She answered.
In the way home, while riding his skateboard, Spike thought about how he should word his paragraph. He thought about just writing something down or write it the way he really wanted to. Finally he decided to write it the way he really wanted to.
Right before he turned down the street his house was on, a strange man in a black cloak threw Spike from his skateboard and told him, “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into on your English paper. Either change your topic of suffer.”
Right after the cloaked figure finished his sentence, he disappeared into thin air. Spike just sat there on the cold, wet ground and wondered what on Earth just happened.
He got home. Instead of riding his skateboard, he walked the rest of the way, and his mom asked how his first day of school went. He replied, “Horrible. I know nobody and in English I got a paragraph to write.” He didn’t tell her about the person he met on the way back from school. After he finished talking to his mom, he put his stuff down and went to his room to listen to music.
The next day at school, everything went okay; meaning no one talked to him or jumped out of nowhere, until lunch.
He got his tray, went to the emptiest corner, and sat there all by himself, just the way he wanted. But about seven minutes later, a girl came over, sat down, and said, “You’re weird.”
He looked up and asked, “Why’s that?”
“Because you talk to nobody, you sit alone and everyone says you look evil because of the clothes you wear.” She replied. “And what’s the deal with your paragraph topic, ‘True Power’?”
“For people who don’t even know me, y’all sure are judgmental. And about my topic-you wouldn’t understand.” Spike told her.
“Okay, lets start this over. My name is Jennifer, everybody calls me Jen. I came over to talk to you because I think strange people are interesting.” She said.
“Is that so?” he asked. “Well my names Spike, and if you like strange, just wait until three weeks from now. After that time is up everybody will…” he stopped himself before he revealed his intentions.
“Everybody will what?” Jen asked.
“Nothing. I was babbling,” Spike told her. Then he got, and walked away.
Later that day, the same guy in the cloak popped out of nowhere, but this time, Spike was walking, so he didn’t fall. This time the man said, “I warned you once. Now suffer the consequences.”
Just before the guy disappeared, Spike yelled at him to wait, and the man froze.
“Consequences you say?” What consequences are there to true power?” Spike asked him. “In three weeks everybody in this nation will know not to mess with me. Right at this very moment, I smell what I have sensed for five years-fear, coming from you. You talk in a deep voice that scares most normal people, but you can’t hide your feelings about what I will do to you and your kind in the years to come. Atleast tell me your name that is the one thing I can’t find.”
“My name is Skal, and you’re bluffing.” Skal said.
“Am I?” Well wait and see.” Spike said.
With that, Skal disappeared into thin air, “Man that’s bad. Even his kind are easily psyched out.” Spike said aloud.
A week passed, and nothing interesting or out-of-the-ordinary happened. Jen and Spike had gotten to know each other a lot better and now talked everyday, since she was the only person he knew.
One day, in the middle of the week, Jen asked Spike, “Hey, what’s been going on with you lately? Your mind seems to be on other things.”
“Nothing, just personal problems I haven’t dealt with. That’s all.” Spike replied.
“Okay, I tried to help. You can’t say I didn’t.” Jen told him.
Sometime after that, in the Shadow Realm where Skal came from, Skal was talking to the leader of their race. Skal said, “Sir, the boy is stronger and has refined his powers more than we thought even possible. He’s stronger than I, which you know is very strong. But there is one way to beat him. If I can get one of our race, just as strong as me to give me their power, I can transfer that power to one of his close friends, and that would match his power. The world might be saved.”
“If it can be done, then let it be.” The leader said. “Goliath!” he yelled. A huge shadow dweller appeared. “Give your power to Skal.”
“As you wish, my lord.” Goliath transferred his power to Skal.
“No wait. Quit Spike,” Jen said in her sleep. She was having a dream that Spike was destroying the world. Just as he was about to shoot her with an energy blast, she woke up panting and tried to scream, but nothing came out. She looked at the end of her bed, saw Skal and, scooted to the head of her bed whimpering, “W-w-who are you?” she asked.
“My name is Skal. Think of this as a dream, but in the morning, you will know this is not a dream. And you will know why I am here,” Skal told her. Just as he finished telling her that, he disappeared, and several hundred spheres of light came toward Jen. She jumped out of bed and ran for her door. As hard as she tried it wouldn’t open so she just slid down the door with her arms over her face whimpering as the spheres came closer and closer. Finally the spheres of light went through her arms and into her body filling her with the power of Goliath and Skal.
A week passed, and Jen finally realized what had happened the night Skal showed up in her bedroom. Just as she realized it, she felt power run through her veins all through her body.
Later that day, at school, Jen walked up to Spike and started to cringe at what she sensed in him. She pulled him to a place where no one was and asked him, “Why do you have so much hatred inside you.?”
“What? What are you talking about?” Spike asked her.
“I can sense the hatred inside you and the power that you bear.” Jen replied.
“Oh really, so you figured out my little secret. How did you find out, and what’s one of my many, many powers, little girl?” Spike asked.
“Well, one of your powers is you can sense other people’s feelings just like I can. The way I know is some guy named Skal-”
“What!? You talked to Skal?” Spike snapped.
“Yeah, but he said I am supposed to stop you with the power given me from him and some other Shadow dweller named Goliath.”
“Well are you going to try to stop me?”
“I don’t want to, but there’s this urge inside me to put an energy blast straight through your chest.”
“Well, well, well. Looks like the leader of the Shadow dwellers underestimated the power of free will. You know what? I have something that will take that urge away really fast, and it will never come back. First, think of something or someone you really hare. Alright do you have it?”
“Yeah.”
“Now who is it?”
“The English teacher, Mrs. Jones.”
“Alrighty, lets go find her.”
They walked around until they found the teacher and asked if they could talk to her alone. She agreed and walked over to a bench, say down, and asked what they wanted. Just before they started to talk, Spike told Jen to put her hands behind her back and load up a good-sized energy blast. He would do the same on the count of three; they would put the teacher straight through the bench.
“1, 2, 3. Now!” Spike yelled. At that moment, Spike and Jen pulled their hands around and sent Mrs. Jones sliding twenty feet backwards. When she stopped her body was a crisp, and it was smoking. “How’d that feel?” he asked.
“That actually felt better than I thought it would. Let’s do it again!” Jen exclaimed.
“Alright, its lunchtime so lets go to the cafeteria. There should be lots of people in there right now.”
They left the smoking body to be found later on. On the way to the cafeteria, someone from Jens’ class asked where she was last period. All Jen did was put her palm flat against the students’ chest and blow him ten feet away with an energy blast. They reached the cafeteria, walked in, jumped up on the tables, and Spike said, “Everybody listen up. Today is-” “The day you die.” Jen finished.
Once the finished their sentence, Jen sent two energy blasts towards half the people in the room, and Spike sent two energy blasts at the other half. In ten seconds, everybody was dead. Spike and Jen headed toward the front of the school, so they could take the whole place out. Once the school fell to rubble, Spike asked, “Now that you have felt the adrenaline rush you get from killing someone, you want to go big and take out the president?”
“Hmm… sounds good to me, but how are we going to get there?” Jen asked.
“Easily. Clear your mind, and close your eyes. After five seconds, open your eyes and look where you are.” Spike replied.
She did exactly what he said, disappeared, and when she opened her eyes she and Spike were sitting on the White house lawn.
“Whoa, that was cool.” Jen said.
“Now it’s time to have fun.” Spike said. With that, they walked into the White House and blasted everyone who got in their way.
They got to the president’s office, and he asked, “What do you kids think you’re doing?”
“Sending the United States into widespread terror,” both Jen and Spike said, as they hit the president with their most powerful energy blasts and sent him out a window.
They disappeared and reappeared on the lawn and destroyed the White House to make sure no one survived. Just as the building fell, Spike asked, “Now where’s the urge to stop me?”
“Its gone, just like you said it would be.” Jen replied.
Ten years passed, and they terrorized many more countries before they were killed by a mistake of judgment. They were blowing up buildings and did not know there were nuclear weapons inside. Spike and Jen were a little too close to those weapons. Spikes’ last words were, “Stop us now, you weak humans.” Jens’ last words were, “We are the Earth’s destroyers.” Even their strength wasn’t enough to block a nuclear explosion. Sad ending for what would have been Earth’s destroyers.
