Chapter 3

The bus stopped in the same airport it always did, with multiple other buses and teachers herding the students into groups. Johnathan walked with Albert to Ms. Gorgan, basically the check-in desk for the MDSC.

“Hey Ms. Gorgan!” Johnathan said.

Ms Gorgan looked up and smiled, “Well, welcome back kid!”

‘Ms. Gorgan, I don’t think you are allowed to do this…’

‘I don’t care kid, this is the only fun I get to have for the next decade, let me have it.’

Ok you weirdos, I’m Barbra Gorgan and this is my book.

‘For the small chapter.’ Johnathan said.

Doesn’t matter, it's mine now! Anyway, this kid I know, Johnny, Joe, something J. I just called him kid, but this kid came up to me and signed into this school. For the fourth time! I’m impressed this kid’s actually surviving. Anyway I looked around my desk because I thought I saw a fly, and I wanted to shoot it with a little death blast. Instead I find a weird note from the Master Knight, who by the way, won’t be quiet for one second! I mean this guy! Anyway I picked up the letter and showed it to the kid.

“Hey kid, you got mail for the Master Knight.” I said.

He actually looked surprised, “Really?” He asked, almost like I was lying.

“What do you think I was lying?” I asked the kid.

He shook his head, “No, I’m just surprised the Master Knight sent me mail. Out of all the people in the world.”

I laughed, “I know right, all you can do is make things disappear from existence.” Then I saw the fly again, “Hold for one second.” I said to the kid. I made a gun shape making a black bolt form in my hand, I held my cigar in the side of my mouth, and smiled. “bomb voyage bugo!” I shot a blast of dark death magic at the bug, immediately killing it. It fell to the desk in front of me, and I swept it away. “Nasty bugs.” I looked at the kid, who I forgot was there. “Right, you're here. What do you want again?”

The kid looked all kinds of things, shocked, disgusted, all of it, but it’s not like I’m gonna say all of that, this isn’t a book or nothin’.

‘Wait. This is a book? Will I get sued if I say more things? Ok, good.’

“What’s up kid? Got something on your mind? It’s not like you can do the same thing.”

“Well I get rid of the body when I do.”

“What’s the fun in that! You can’t make fun of them in their dead-looking faces!” I said to the kid, who was totally not sane. Who would want to not kill a guy like that?

“Well, see you later then?” Asked the boy.

I was too busy staring at the dead bug and thinking of all the terrible things I could do with it, and then I noticed what the kid had said. “Huh? Oh, ya. See you another time kid.” Then I went back to looking at the dead, writhing, non-moving, scatter-parted, blood splattered…

‘Alright that’s enough.’