Damien begins to explain to me the situation. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know which bathrooms were off limits. I smile at his genuine response and I was about to reply to him when I seen the dick of a friend that Damien was always around. Freaking Connor. Most people knew me, and they knew that I was the sweetest most understanding and empathic person around, but when my gut tells me something it's never wrong, and when I first met Connor, my gut told me to throw up what was inside of it. Okay a bit harsh, but still he's annoying. He smirks at me and lemme guess...here comes a sarcastic-but-flirty undertone and some sort of cat reference...
Connor: "Hey Kitty Kat is that you? You have changed a lot, your like almost as tall as me, and about the same height as Day Day"
"Yeah....so hey how about we NOT be a nuisance and get into trouble at an Alpha party okay? That's the quickest way to commit social suicide. It was probably you who started the fight in the first place.."
Connor: "I like it when you talk feisty, you know that right?"
I roll my eyes as the volleyball team analyzes Connor and Damien. Damien begins to mingle within the circle as I hear the girl's friends call to her, beckoning her that it was time to depart. For a teen chick she seemed mature enough than her age reveals. She bickers about the fights and downplays them as any responsible person would. She turns back to Ezzy and I and makes herself properly known before shaking my hand and leaving.
Girl: "Well this was fun...sort of but I have to go. Oh and I realized I never told you my name, Harmony. I'm Bella."
"Nice to meet you, bye! And please don't make a habit of this...you could get in hot water."
I wanted to let her know I cared about her decisions while also not coming on in a parent like lecture. Gahh I hated those myself when I was in high school. She hops in the car with her friends as they all disperse from the pedestrian filled Lion's Lane. I mull Kendra over and I begin to play with her cheeks, making goofy faces in her drunken stupor as she mumbles ramblings about Alaskan Huskies not delivering her goods when she needed them. I chuckle as I see her cross country and track team mates join us as well. Looking through the vast numbers we have, it appears Day made a friend. That guy that accidentally bumped into us was with him again, talking. It was nice for Damien to make companions. Aaron strangely had feminine features though. Probably one of those guys that uses that to get a TON of ladies. Yeah, that's it.
I look down for a second and I hear a clutter of commotion as Aaron stumbles and some guy falls as his longboard dwells slowly from his position on the hard concrete. He yells in apparent angst at Aaron who I guess tripped him? That boy sure is clumsy, might have to have Blitz teach him some foot stability.
Guy: "The Fuck!?"
Aaron immediately apologizes, looking like he was hurt himself. The circle watched as the guy watches Aaron and Aaron does the same.
"Aaron are YOU okay? I think you scraped your hand..."
Sarah: "Allllright....time to go, I don't know about the rest of you but we're leaving."
Sarah gathers the team and I grab Kendra as we all prepare to leave the situation. There was too much testosterone for the night, I hug Ezzy and kiss her cheek as I hug Damien as well. Connor runs up to me with wide arms expecting a huge hug, but I cringe my face annoyingly sticking my tongue out at him, before throwing up the peace sign.
"Damien, I still have the same number, hit me up whenever. Ezzy thanks for coming out! Didn't think I'd get to talk to you tonight. AND YOU JABRONIS PLEASE BE SAFE ON THE WAY HOME. No trouble making."
I stick my finger out and point it at both of them in a gesture that suggested I was going to hunt them down and kill them if they did. I was beat. We all hug each other in one massive circle of love as the volleyball team split ways and heads for their dorms. The majority of us and Kendra and some of her team head back to McCloud Dorms. We were singing Brittney Spears songs in loud and obnoxious fashion as we approached the building. Late night lady seekers prowled with beers in hand ready to pick us apart, but every attempt resulted in immediate ego decimation. We shut them down quick. We enter the cool and crisp building and some of the team bids farewell as they take the stairs. We await the elevator as it takes us to the 4th floor and we exit. I move to my suite door and see Destiny's door open. She must have just gotten back as well. I walk by her door to see her.
"Hey Destiny...so yet another fight almost broke out...it was too much, and as you can see Kendra is gone to the world. Needless to say, great night haha."
I heave Kendra onto the suite couch and return to my doorway to chat with Destiny a bit. My vibes told me she was a bit reserved in nature, even though she seems extroverted. I know how that is, being and entertaining around everybody but not having close people you can connect to a lot of times. I didn't want the German to be an outcast, I wanted to make her feel at ease, that's just who I am....well that and I kind of adore her talents and her sick skills.
"How was your night Destiny? You ready for classes tomorrow?"
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FBI Office
St. Louis, MO
???: "A whole goddamn town..?"
A freshly suited man sits on a desk like some after school hang out as he converses with a small group of about six people. He holds a folder in his hand containing satellite images of a complete wasteland, or so it seemed. It was actually a small town...used to be. Debris, smoke, and clutter tarnish the satellite's feed with distortion and confusion. Two females and three other males grasp their coffees as the man digs into this grisly event.
FBI Lady: "Yep, a whole goddamn town. It was a shantytown, but we count 423 casualties thus far....still looking for more."
???: "Jesus Christ...and no one knows anything? Theories? Rumors?"
FBI Lady: "Well...not concretely, the only thing was that there was a sort of boom heard by adjacent civilians riding along the highway."
???: "Bomb?"
FBI Lady: "Could be..."
FBI Man: "So Agent, what's the call on this one...we really taking this?"
Agent: "We have to, this is the best thing we've gotten in a while. [sigh] alright...Trina you get forensic data from the scene, Kim I need you to get the report from the drivers that witnessed the destroyed town. Billy search the town's history for any dark pasts, beefs, problems etc, uhh Adam you and Jason cross reference any explosions in the US with the same patterns. I'm going on a field trip."
Billy: "Hey what's the name of the town again..?"
Agent: "Union Star, Missouri."
The agent steps out of the office and gazes at the picture once more. He eyes it and analyzes it until he goes numb. Still nothing.
Agent: "Hmm, what kind of bomb leaves no flames or thermal spike behind..."
The agent readies his cool and dark shades as he grabs his car keys and heads out.
~Union Star, Missouri~
Police and EMS from neighboring towns and cities all surround the perimeter of what used to be Union Star. An abundance of news choppers fly overhead for hours on end, even into the night as the lights from police, firetrucks, and ambulances light up the voided sky. There wasn't a single heart amongst the fold that wasn't heavy with a deep sadness, as the coats of red and lifeless bodies gradually began to be discovered and carried from the oblivion before them. Firefighters bow their heads in misery, police scratch theirs in utter disbelief, as paramedics are filled with a task no human could dare to bear. A lone baby stroller rolls across the gravel-ridden roads, empty. Call on the police scanner ring out about an 11-99, officer in distress. Three squad cars ring up sirens and dart from the chaos as if it were a gracious excuse to leave the aura of despair that was the old town. Spotlights from helicopters shine overhead as the crew below works against gripping odds.
One helicopter pilot looks into the dark fray in the rural areas beyond and all around the town, and focuses in on something peculiar.
Pilot1: "Hey Jerry...you see that?"
Pilot2: "where ya at bud?"
Pilot1: "3 o'clock, near horizon..."
Both pilots focus sights for a moment as their brains become struck with a mild sensation of curiosity. It was faint, yet discrete. Apparent, yet perplexing.
Pilot1: "Hey uhh Ground Team this is Sparrow One we have an unidentified....light in the distance."
Radio: What do ya mean?
Pilot1: "It's a uhh..."
In a moments notice the light flashes and radiates before the pilots, before instantly taking a spontaneous form of vanishing.
The
light was gone.
Pilot1: "It's gone Ground, request a search, could be survivors."
Radio: 10-4, be careful.
The chopper zooms overhead and shines its dense spotlight around the general vicinity of where the light once was. Absolutely nothing. Just grass and dirt among the vast country area around them.
Pilot2: "See anything?"
Pilot1: "No....no it's gone...keep looking."
The chopper would be out searching for another hour, to find nothing.
