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Battling the Invisible
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
1,963
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a PhantomBombshell production, i.e. fiction. Any resemblance to anything else or anyone (living or dead) is coincidental.
Settling In
Things still hadn’t been completely unpacked but it was getting late and Drake had a pretty long day. “How ‘bout we call it a night and just chill?” The seventeen year old asked looking over at his new roommate. They had spent the past few hours together moving stuff around in their room, but he still wasn’t sure how to gauge Axi. The kid had kind of kept to himself, speaking only when Drake had asked a question and even then he didn’t elaborate much.
“Sounds good to me,” Axi dropped himself onto his desk chair.
Glancing around their 18x18 room Drake commented, “Looks like we got a good dent in stuff. Only a couple boxes left in the corner.” They had lofted the beds earlier and stuck them on opposite sides of the room. Drake stuck his desk under his bed along with his dresser and his older brother’s hand me down fridge.
Drake’s older brother, Jacob had recently dropped out of college to become a professional MMA fighter. Their parents did not agree with his decision, because they valued education first, but they couldn’t argue. His family didn’t have very much money and couldn’t afford to keep their children in Blueloch Academy. Jacob was convinced that he would earn a lot of money for his family, so that not only could Drake get the schooling he needed, but their youngest brother Legacy would be able to also.
On the other half of the room, Axi had done basically the same thing with his desk and his dresser. Posters had been hung up in random places on the stark white walls. The two boys had done their best to cover up the scratches and scuffs with pictures of cars, women, sports idols, and musicians.
Stretching out on his bed, Drake kicked off his shoes and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair.
Standing up from his chair the older boy grabbed his towel and threw it over his shoulder. “I’m gonna hit the showers.”
It had almost been three days since they had first moved and Drake was beginning to get comfortable with his surroundings. Plopping himself down on the couch in the lounge that was down the hallway from his dorm room, Drake stretched out and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. “Man, I totally can’t wait for the arena battles to get started.”
“Yeah, me either.” A short blonde boy kicked his feet onto the coffee table in front of his chair. “Have you figured out what your power’s are yet?” The boy asked.
With a short sigh, the seventeen year old shook his and replied, “No…” He shifted in his seat, accidentally hitting the lamp behind his head. “I need to though. I really need to win the tournament. That full ride scholarship could help my family out a lot. What about you?”
A smile grew across the blonde’s face. “Check this out.” He placed his hands in front of his body and focused on the space in between. Within seconds sparks of electricity were jumping from one hand to the other.
“Dude! Jackson! That’s awesome, bruh!”
“I know right.” A new air of masculinity and cockiness surrounded Jackson. The eighteen year old was pretty proud of himself.
“How’d you figure it out?”
“I was just messing around one day, playin’ with one of my younger cousins. I pretended to throw a hand grenade at a tree and the next thing I knew there was this loud crack and the tree was charred on one side.”
Drake chuckled, “So, just like that?” He snapped his fingers. A small burst of flame shot from his hand. “DUDE! Did you see that?” His voice cracked, but the brunette couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Yeah. Drake, man. You just sounded like a girl,” Jackson laughed.
Drake cleared his throat and lowered his voice even lower than before. “Shut up man.” He focused on the tips of his fingers and snapped again. A second time a small flame burst from his finger tips. “I can bend fire. This is awesome!”
“Well, just don’t burn the wall down between our rooms. I don’t wanna pay for that shit.” The blonde joked. Jackson was Drake’s next door neighbor and the two boys seemed to hit it off from the start. They had been hanging out ever since they met at the floor meeting.
“Ha Ha. I’m not gonna burn down the wall.” Drake rolled his eyes, his voice still extremely low compared to normal. “Let’s go out to the arena and practice.”
By the time Drake and Jackson got back from the practice grounds, the brunette had burnt himself more than twenty times and left a baseball sized burn mark on his right calf. He wasn’t exactly the most graceful person in the world, but he learned quickly.
“Man, you wreak,” Jackson made a face at his new found friend. “You smell like a campfire gone wrong.”
“Dude that doesn’t even make sense,” Drake laughed.
“It may not make sense, but it’s true. We should hit the showers. I probably smell pretty ripe too.” Jackson lifted his are to try and get a whiff of his own scent.
Glancing around quickly Drake looked for an excuse to not have to hop in the shower yet. “Umm… I can’t. I forgot that I have a meeting to go to.” Looking behind him, the brunette grabbed a flyer off the wall. “I have this to go to.”
“You play lacrosse? I thought you weren’t into sports?” The small blonde haired boy gave his friend a funny look.
Drake flipped the paper over. It was a flyer about a meeting that was taking place in fifteen minutes. “Yeah. Want to go?” Dread filled him as he waited for the answer. Drake had never played lacrosse in his life. He really wasn’t sure what he had just gotten himself into.
“Sounds good to me,” Axi dropped himself onto his desk chair.
Glancing around their 18x18 room Drake commented, “Looks like we got a good dent in stuff. Only a couple boxes left in the corner.” They had lofted the beds earlier and stuck them on opposite sides of the room. Drake stuck his desk under his bed along with his dresser and his older brother’s hand me down fridge.
Drake’s older brother, Jacob had recently dropped out of college to become a professional MMA fighter. Their parents did not agree with his decision, because they valued education first, but they couldn’t argue. His family didn’t have very much money and couldn’t afford to keep their children in Blueloch Academy. Jacob was convinced that he would earn a lot of money for his family, so that not only could Drake get the schooling he needed, but their youngest brother Legacy would be able to also.
On the other half of the room, Axi had done basically the same thing with his desk and his dresser. Posters had been hung up in random places on the stark white walls. The two boys had done their best to cover up the scratches and scuffs with pictures of cars, women, sports idols, and musicians.
Stretching out on his bed, Drake kicked off his shoes and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair.
Standing up from his chair the older boy grabbed his towel and threw it over his shoulder. “I’m gonna hit the showers.”
It had almost been three days since they had first moved and Drake was beginning to get comfortable with his surroundings. Plopping himself down on the couch in the lounge that was down the hallway from his dorm room, Drake stretched out and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. “Man, I totally can’t wait for the arena battles to get started.”
“Yeah, me either.” A short blonde boy kicked his feet onto the coffee table in front of his chair. “Have you figured out what your power’s are yet?” The boy asked.
With a short sigh, the seventeen year old shook his and replied, “No…” He shifted in his seat, accidentally hitting the lamp behind his head. “I need to though. I really need to win the tournament. That full ride scholarship could help my family out a lot. What about you?”
A smile grew across the blonde’s face. “Check this out.” He placed his hands in front of his body and focused on the space in between. Within seconds sparks of electricity were jumping from one hand to the other.
“Dude! Jackson! That’s awesome, bruh!”
“I know right.” A new air of masculinity and cockiness surrounded Jackson. The eighteen year old was pretty proud of himself.
“How’d you figure it out?”
“I was just messing around one day, playin’ with one of my younger cousins. I pretended to throw a hand grenade at a tree and the next thing I knew there was this loud crack and the tree was charred on one side.”
Drake chuckled, “So, just like that?” He snapped his fingers. A small burst of flame shot from his hand. “DUDE! Did you see that?” His voice cracked, but the brunette couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Yeah. Drake, man. You just sounded like a girl,” Jackson laughed.
Drake cleared his throat and lowered his voice even lower than before. “Shut up man.” He focused on the tips of his fingers and snapped again. A second time a small flame burst from his finger tips. “I can bend fire. This is awesome!”
“Well, just don’t burn the wall down between our rooms. I don’t wanna pay for that shit.” The blonde joked. Jackson was Drake’s next door neighbor and the two boys seemed to hit it off from the start. They had been hanging out ever since they met at the floor meeting.
“Ha Ha. I’m not gonna burn down the wall.” Drake rolled his eyes, his voice still extremely low compared to normal. “Let’s go out to the arena and practice.”
By the time Drake and Jackson got back from the practice grounds, the brunette had burnt himself more than twenty times and left a baseball sized burn mark on his right calf. He wasn’t exactly the most graceful person in the world, but he learned quickly.
“Man, you wreak,” Jackson made a face at his new found friend. “You smell like a campfire gone wrong.”
“Dude that doesn’t even make sense,” Drake laughed.
“It may not make sense, but it’s true. We should hit the showers. I probably smell pretty ripe too.” Jackson lifted his are to try and get a whiff of his own scent.
Glancing around quickly Drake looked for an excuse to not have to hop in the shower yet. “Umm… I can’t. I forgot that I have a meeting to go to.” Looking behind him, the brunette grabbed a flyer off the wall. “I have this to go to.”
“You play lacrosse? I thought you weren’t into sports?” The small blonde haired boy gave his friend a funny look.
Drake flipped the paper over. It was a flyer about a meeting that was taking place in fifteen minutes. “Yeah. Want to go?” Dread filled him as he waited for the answer. Drake had never played lacrosse in his life. He really wasn’t sure what he had just gotten himself into.