Post by Fizz on May 12, 2017 21:24:17 GMT
“No, stop, I won’t let you! Get your hands off of her!”
Fizz woke up in a cold sweat. He swept his hand through his damp hair, sending droplets of sweat flying onto his blankets. Today was the same as the others. He believed it was the third, no, the fourth week he had woken up like that. At least he thought. After his mother’s death, Fizz took up residence in a nearby apartment complex using the money he collected from various jobs over a few months.
“I wonder what time it is-” Fizz’s eyes wondered about his room looking for the clock. His apartment was simple, but it still breathed Fizz. Growing up an Earthling, he’d grown accustomed to their likes and such. The walls were covered by numerous different posters from movies, TV shows, and various manga. A television hung from the same wall as the posters, an older DVD player attached to the side. He knew it was old school, but it suited him the best. Fizz’s eyes met the clock near his TV.
“Look’s like it’s- OH SHIT! It’s ten o’clock!” Fizz jumped out his bed and ran into his bathroom to get ready. In a few minutes, he emerged, hair wet, shirt on backwards, but ready. Grabbing his house keys, he dashed out of the apartment complex and out into the streets. Fizz just started a new job a few weeks ago, and he’d already been late twice. Three strikes and you’re out. If he didn’t get there soon, he was gonna be fired. Poor Fizz, stuff like this happened to him all the time. Dashing down the street, he couldn’t help but see a young girl, not much younger than he was, cornered by what seemed like a gang of guys. Fizz stopped in his tracks and turned towards them.
What the hell am I doing? He thought to himself. I need to get to work. I can’t lose this job!
“Look, I don’t owe you anything, so just leave me alone okay? I have more important things to worry about than you and your gang of idiots.” The girl had a pale face and bright blue, vibrant eyes. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she dressed oddly for someone her age, in a dark colored suit and tie.
“Hey, hey, hey now. We don’t have to be like that now, suga! You know I just want you!” The leader of the gang was hulking, his rippling muscles visible through the wife beater shirt he sported. Greasy gel was styled into his hair to give it a pompadour look, and a toothpick stuck out his mouth bringing attention to his pearly white teeth.
“Raoul, leave me alone. I don’t want anything to do with you. You’re a blockhead.” The girl turned to walk away but was stopped by Raoul’s thugs.
“I’ll show you who’s a blockhead. Boys, don’t let her get away.” The gang members grabbed onto the girl, then brought her the group. Her mouth was muffled, but ever so faintly, Fizz thought he could hear her yell her help. The scene from when Fizz returned home from his camping trip played like an old time movie in his head. The house was destroyed, and a body, his mother’s, lay unrecognizable on the ground.
“No.” Fizz muttered, clenching his fist in defiance.
“I’m not letting someone get hurt like that again.” In an instant, Fizz dashed across the street, and even faster, Raoul’s lackeys lay on the ground in pain. Fizz picked the girl up off the ground, helping her to her feet.
“Who the hell is this guy, Jazz?” Raoul spat, getting himself up in Fizz’s face. Jazz didn’t speak.
“I suggest you run along before you get yourself hurt, numbskull.”
“NUMBSKULL!? I’ll show you, you stupid bastard!” Raoul roared back a punch, sending it flying towards Fizz with all his force. Faster than Raoul could see, it was caught by Fizz.
“Last chance. Care to run?”
“Like hell I’d ru-” Before he could finish his sentence, Fizz twisted his hand, snapping the bones in Raoul’s arm. Pain rushed up his arm, and he buckled into the ground, crying.
“Alright. Time to leave.” Fizz picked up Jazz and ran towards a park that was not too far from where they were. Fizz sat the girl down near a park bench, then plopped himself on the ground. He got a piece of paper out his shirt pocket and jotted something down.
“Hey, Jazz, right? Here’s my number. If those guys give you any more trouble, give me a call, alright. I have to run, but I’m sure I’ll see you around.” Fizz placed the note in the girl's hands, then checked the time on his watch. 10:20. Ten minutes past the start of his shift. It was over.
“Damn it…” He muttered to himself.
“What’s the matter?” The girl inquired.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.” Fizz said, not wanting to worry the girl.
“Oh, alright then. Thanks a lot for what you did back there. You’re a life saver. Your fighting skill is crazy. Here, you should take this.” Jazz said, handing Fizz a flyer.
“It’s a martial arts school located here in the Southern Islands. It’s called the Turtle School. You should definitely check it out. Maybe they’ll let you teach! Anyway, I gotta go! See ya!” Jazz trotted away towards the bustling streets in town.
Fizz examined the flyer in his hand.
“Kame house… A martial arts school. Maybe that’s what I need. I just hope the teacher isn’t a jerk.” Fizz slid the flyer into his pocket and decided to make his way home.
“Alright. Next stop, Kame House!”
Fizz woke up in a cold sweat. He swept his hand through his damp hair, sending droplets of sweat flying onto his blankets. Today was the same as the others. He believed it was the third, no, the fourth week he had woken up like that. At least he thought. After his mother’s death, Fizz took up residence in a nearby apartment complex using the money he collected from various jobs over a few months.
“I wonder what time it is-” Fizz’s eyes wondered about his room looking for the clock. His apartment was simple, but it still breathed Fizz. Growing up an Earthling, he’d grown accustomed to their likes and such. The walls were covered by numerous different posters from movies, TV shows, and various manga. A television hung from the same wall as the posters, an older DVD player attached to the side. He knew it was old school, but it suited him the best. Fizz’s eyes met the clock near his TV.
“Look’s like it’s- OH SHIT! It’s ten o’clock!” Fizz jumped out his bed and ran into his bathroom to get ready. In a few minutes, he emerged, hair wet, shirt on backwards, but ready. Grabbing his house keys, he dashed out of the apartment complex and out into the streets. Fizz just started a new job a few weeks ago, and he’d already been late twice. Three strikes and you’re out. If he didn’t get there soon, he was gonna be fired. Poor Fizz, stuff like this happened to him all the time. Dashing down the street, he couldn’t help but see a young girl, not much younger than he was, cornered by what seemed like a gang of guys. Fizz stopped in his tracks and turned towards them.
What the hell am I doing? He thought to himself. I need to get to work. I can’t lose this job!
“Look, I don’t owe you anything, so just leave me alone okay? I have more important things to worry about than you and your gang of idiots.” The girl had a pale face and bright blue, vibrant eyes. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she dressed oddly for someone her age, in a dark colored suit and tie.
“Hey, hey, hey now. We don’t have to be like that now, suga! You know I just want you!” The leader of the gang was hulking, his rippling muscles visible through the wife beater shirt he sported. Greasy gel was styled into his hair to give it a pompadour look, and a toothpick stuck out his mouth bringing attention to his pearly white teeth.
“Raoul, leave me alone. I don’t want anything to do with you. You’re a blockhead.” The girl turned to walk away but was stopped by Raoul’s thugs.
“I’ll show you who’s a blockhead. Boys, don’t let her get away.” The gang members grabbed onto the girl, then brought her the group. Her mouth was muffled, but ever so faintly, Fizz thought he could hear her yell her help. The scene from when Fizz returned home from his camping trip played like an old time movie in his head. The house was destroyed, and a body, his mother’s, lay unrecognizable on the ground.
“No.” Fizz muttered, clenching his fist in defiance.
“I’m not letting someone get hurt like that again.” In an instant, Fizz dashed across the street, and even faster, Raoul’s lackeys lay on the ground in pain. Fizz picked the girl up off the ground, helping her to her feet.
“Who the hell is this guy, Jazz?” Raoul spat, getting himself up in Fizz’s face. Jazz didn’t speak.
“I suggest you run along before you get yourself hurt, numbskull.”
“NUMBSKULL!? I’ll show you, you stupid bastard!” Raoul roared back a punch, sending it flying towards Fizz with all his force. Faster than Raoul could see, it was caught by Fizz.
“Last chance. Care to run?”
“Like hell I’d ru-” Before he could finish his sentence, Fizz twisted his hand, snapping the bones in Raoul’s arm. Pain rushed up his arm, and he buckled into the ground, crying.
“Alright. Time to leave.” Fizz picked up Jazz and ran towards a park that was not too far from where they were. Fizz sat the girl down near a park bench, then plopped himself on the ground. He got a piece of paper out his shirt pocket and jotted something down.
“Hey, Jazz, right? Here’s my number. If those guys give you any more trouble, give me a call, alright. I have to run, but I’m sure I’ll see you around.” Fizz placed the note in the girl's hands, then checked the time on his watch. 10:20. Ten minutes past the start of his shift. It was over.
“Damn it…” He muttered to himself.
“What’s the matter?” The girl inquired.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.” Fizz said, not wanting to worry the girl.
“Oh, alright then. Thanks a lot for what you did back there. You’re a life saver. Your fighting skill is crazy. Here, you should take this.” Jazz said, handing Fizz a flyer.
“It’s a martial arts school located here in the Southern Islands. It’s called the Turtle School. You should definitely check it out. Maybe they’ll let you teach! Anyway, I gotta go! See ya!” Jazz trotted away towards the bustling streets in town.
Fizz examined the flyer in his hand.
“Kame house… A martial arts school. Maybe that’s what I need. I just hope the teacher isn’t a jerk.” Fizz slid the flyer into his pocket and decided to make his way home.
“Alright. Next stop, Kame House!”