Calabro Conversion

Episode I: Invasion!

 

Freshman Year

               

            It was just a typical day with in the classroom walls of English teacher Joseph Calabro. Of course, in a school region compiled of two towns, one might say nothing interesting goes on out here. But, nothing is what it seems. Mr. Calabro stood tall in front of his above average class of scholars eagerly awaiting the day’s adventures in learning. Mr. Calabro grinned devilishly as he shouted, “Readaround time!” Amidst the whines that filled the room, Calabro strutted to his small trapezoid-shaped table and pulled out The Grade book, the most powerful item within the history of education. He closed his eyes and randomly pointed at a name on the grade book, opened up his eyes, and shouted, “Dylag, get up there, boy.”

 

            Andrew Dylag, a highly intelligent scholar, walked up in confidence to the podium of power, with, as was typical of his writing, the best readaround ever yet written. Andrew slammed his paper on the podium, and began his piece of phenomenal writing; the kind that confused the stupid, but entertained the wise. After Andrew completed his reading, Calabro, who knew that all of Andrew’s pieces were perfection personified, asked for comments on Andrew’s readaround.

 

            After a flood of commentary from random scholars, including such regular boring comments as good EGS, and good details, it was finally Calabro’s turn. He always got to the good stuff. “Andrew, you had excellent vocabulary and some wonderful phrasing within the piece.” He turned his head to the class and stated, “Why can’t the rest of you fools write something like that… I’m tired of hearing about things like how you spend your pathetic Friday nights at home watching Pokemon.”

 

            However, before Calabro could complete his critique, the door burst open and three security guards walked in with their usual stupidly blank stares, almost as if hypnotized. They surrounded the double classroom in a triangle shape, with the point facing Calabro’s board. At that moment Mr. Farrell walked in the room with a curious look, wondering what’s going on. Thinking that it’s just a stupid student getting in trouble, he sits at his desk and begins writing out the freshman criteria for the next class. The guards, at that moment, reached behind their backs, and drew small tazers and hold then at angles as if to fire. Mr. Calabro dove under his desk and braced for the worst. A guard fired his weapon and a lightning-like blast engulfed the students.

 

            Sean Bastedo made a leap and speared down the guard with several hard punches to the face. After the last and strongest hit, the guard’s head blew apart, leaving green ozone secreting from the neck. Sean stared with a curious look as he was hit with a tazer from the back, and passed out on the floor and was picked up by a guard.

 

            Then a large wave of alien beings crawled on all fours into the room accompanied with more guards. They were human-like, except they were dark and scaly with an insatiable thirst for blood. These alien beings known as the Berserkers stationed themselves at the front of the room and ordered the guards, in their form of light roars and snarls, to remove all the students from the class. It was an incredible melee. John Shallah, a noted scholar of Calabro took the heroic action of fighting, and grabbed the arm of one guard and swung him around and he smashed him against the wall. Strangely enough, they weren’t designed like humans, just light molds made to look like them. Calabro quickly, left his hiding spot and said, “What the hell is going on?” In response, a berserker turned with an angry rage and spat liquid goo at Calabro. He sidestepped to the left, and advanced to the berserker warrior, quoting, “Come get some!” He gave a strong, but quick right hook to the upper chest of the creature, then clasped his hands together and gave an overhead pound to the alien’s head. A loud crack was highly audible, and a green liquid substance was secreted from the blow.

 

            Even more students responded to the call to arms and raced up and took an opponent in a typical action movie type fist fighting action. Chris Greenwood showed another berserker warrior some fancy moves with a few fast punches and a toss out the window. Paul Mueller grabbed the head of one and slammed his knee to it, cracking it in half and threw it aside to save his girlfriend Sarah Murray, who was cornered at the time. Another great scholar of Mr. Calabro’s, Kevin Lynch rammed one of the berserkers into the wall and squashed him into nothing but flat gooey remains. While all this was going on, several guards managed to set up a large turret at the head of the room and aimed it at the majority of the fighting students and they fired. It blasted massive blasts of lighting, which knocked them down to the ground and took them out of the fight. The remaining guardsmen and berserkers picked them up and dragged them out of the room, for what Mr. Calabro was not sure…

 

             As the large party proceeded out from the room with all the students, one last guard began marching towards Mr. Calabro. Just then Joe Zukoski mysteriously made a front flip from outside the window and stood facing the rest of the guards. In a rage that he couldn’t control, he began to grip his fists together and was enveloped in a blue aura, which made the floor begin to shake. It seemed as though Joe was getting stronger… He spread his arms out to nearly behind him, and then quickly rushed them forward to slam both wrists together and form a horizontal cup when his wrists connected. He shouted, “FINAL FLASH!” After which he emitted a large, blue beam of energy, which vaporized the few guards left in the room into nothing. From the rush of power and over exertion, Joe fainted, and the aura disappeared. Calabro could only wonder if, perhaps the arrival and contact of these aliens had somehow increased the natural abilities and powers of his students?

 

            He got up and wondered what to do next. Well, he thought, if he was going to be facing more of these things, he better find a weapon to take with him. He proceeded toward his desk in the resource center when he spotted a large wrapped gift on it. The card said it was something to help him on the journey ahead. Calabro quickly unwrapped the gift and behold, he saw a magnificent sword, with a golden handle and a shiny blade, in it was an old English inscription, which to Calabro’s amazement, was in perfect condition. He strapped on the sheath he found for it across his back and armed the tazer.

 

            Mr. Calabro made his way down toward the downstairs, but he saw no classes being taught, and it seemed that the school was empty. There were no guards, either. He walked over to the auditorium doors, and his eyes widened as he saw most of the student body and the aliens standing in rows, as if preparing for an invasion. Then a guard turned from across the hall and nearly saw the master of English, but Calabro was too quick for him and ran down toward the lower orange locker section, but he saw another patrolling guard. Out of shear anger and his love for uncut gore, he unsheathed the sword and rushed. He made a spinning motion as he ran and quickly beheaded the guard with a single swift stroke. The guard had no time to react was toasted. He stood up and noticed the doors to the Video Production editing room were open. He entered the classroom of his long time friend Mr. Sabo, but found it empty. Thanks to the cameras that connected the editing room to the studio, Calabro was able to witness in horror the video tech room as a gooey descending tube engulfed a student standing. It covered his body, fitting to its shape and then lifted off of him and then descended again to the next student, which then created another, identical copy of him. “Amazing,” Calabro stated, “So that must be the story going on why these aliens are here, to clone us in order to create an army for them.”

 

            At that moment a noise occurred from behind Calabro, and out flipped Andrew Dylag. The scholar had an evil look in his eye and a devilish grin. He drew a small sword from his side, as if ready to duel with our hero. Dylag made a rush at Calabro, who parried the stroke, and the two began to duel, back and forth, at a fast pace. Calabro wasn’t fooled; he knew this Andrew was just a clone. Calabro struck harder after each attack, and made a quick roundhouse kick to the replicated genius, and it flattened Dylag to the wall. The cloned Dylag was pinned by the blade, beaten and defeated. The clone responded, in a raspy voice, “Mercy!” The savior of the school replied, “Never!” and thrust his mystical blade into the stomach of the clone, which then caused him to disintegrate into nothing. All that remained were the clone’s glasses and the sword. Calabro sheathed the mighty blade, and walked down the hall.

           

            To find out the destiny of everyone’s favorite English teacher, tune in next time for the second installment of our story where we see Calabro fighting more invading clones. But wait; is that Joe with some form of armor? And what’s this? Another Joe fighting with the other? Next time, our hero will battle to the death over two mighty warriors. And, who’s that mysterious warrior that appears to aid Calabro against these deadly twins, look for the next episode, “Friend or foe?