Kan's dark eyebrows drew together as he stared at his friend with chocolate eyes and a very confused expression. It seemed as if it took a second to sink in, because seconds later, said eyebrows shot up and he gaped at Corey with disbelief. “Super powers-? C, do you understand how crazy that sounds-? Are you sure about th-”
He didn't have much of a chance to finish his sentence, because he was then being dragged out the cafeteria doors by the upper arm. A clash of thunder startled them both, Corey clutching Kan's bicep, staying close as their fast-walk changed to a half-assed sprint. He kept Kan in front of him, as if convinced Kan would protect him from anything scary that might approached them. Kan wanted to snort. Corey was a legitimate giant and could probably punch the teeth out of someone if he really tried, yet he screeches for help when a fly lands on him. Their slow and unnecessarily careful trudge down the empty school hall ends as the two reach the double doors leading to the school's parking lot. The once peaceful pitter patter of the rain had turned into flat out pounding. Against his head, as well as the outside pavement. Corey seems to have attached to him in a manor akin to a sloth. He doesn't make an effort to push him off, his large form practically immovable. The mere second he pushes the metal door open, the wind drags them out into the roaring storm. Some kids, likely older than the two of them, seem to get sucked into the school where as they got pushed out, the few having been dashing for the entrance. With only the short glimpse he'd got at their faces, Kan'd say they were running from something. Corey and Kan exchanged a look filled with fear and somewhat excitement. The boys were far past soaked, the downpour having attacked them with a force that didn't feel natural. And with a simple shift of his eyes, Kan saw him. The jerk from before. The one that'd nearly tossed him halfway across the hallway this morning. And suddenly, it made sense. His eyes glowed a vibrant yellow, the sheer light of it bouncing off the rain as loud drops flew past his pale face. He couldn't make out an iris, or a pupil for that matter. The entirety of his eye had been taken over, like the dark clouds took over the sky. He stood with his fists at his sides, chest surging with anger as his heavy breath turned to fog in the cold rainfall. What used to be a shaggy mop, was now draping over the boy's skull, almost completely blocking his face from view. The blue tint to his pale skin was the only indication that he was actually affected by this crazy storm.
About as quickly as they'd spotted him, the boy dragged his attention to Corey and Kan, who were standing in what anyone'd call paralyzing terror. The boy was practically shaking with pure rage. He took a step towards the twin deer in headlights, the single movement of his sneaker against the asphalt setting off a large strike of lightning, alarmingly close, thunder quickly accompanying. One of the two boys seemed to snap out of it, a new urge flowing over him in waves. The one to, you know, not die. The short, fury-filled boy let out what sounded like a legit snarl as he further closed a foot or two of space between them, followed by another terrifying amount of lightning slashes. Kan attempted to put on a brave exterior, he stepped forward, the arm that he'd previously almost lost the circulation to due to his friend, protectively placed in front as a way of protecting. The thunder boy took another single step, almost teasingly this time around, then, like a flash, the boy appeared directly in front of his face, the safe distance between them retreating to only a few inches. The aggravation that fueled his “superpowers” as clear as ice in his eyes. He pulled a fist back, light wrapping his hand like a form-fitting glove, gathering power for a petrifying strike. Kan forcefully closed his eyes, stubbornly refusing to back down from this fight. One arm was extended out in front of him, whilst the other pushed Corey back, who seemed to finally snap back to reality. The rain poured down harder than he thought possible. The thunder boy put out what sounded almost like a war cry as his supercharged blow was let go.
He waited for it to land, for pain to strike, for anything. But nothing came. He only actually looked up when Corey started physically hitting his back, to get him to open his eyes. The sight before him left all three boys dumbfounded. His splayed palm, inches from thunder boy's fist, had stopped the lash of lightning. Held it mid-air, as if time was paused. Pure energy, at his very own whim. The short, once rage-filled boy's eyes widened impossibly wider as he staggered back, practically hyperventilating as he fell to his knees, his head in his fists. His middle raised and fell at a rapid pace before it just, stopped. His hands fell to his lap, before his side met asphalt. His eyes, once bright, yellow, and fluorescent, returned to what Kan assumed was his original one. A quite dark grey. Corey, who seemed to just catch himself up, threw his hands in the air, his soaking tee riding up a bit.
“-Dude! That was hella sick-! Why didn't you tell me you were a superhero?”
He'd almost forgot it was only the afternoon, the clouds clearing away one by one. Kan's gaze shifted around himself, from his palms, and his lean, drenched form, before bringing it to his best friend. He was about to stutter out some form of an answer, until his eyes caught on the sopping wet figure collapsed on the pavement. Worry, or what Corey called his Motherly Instincts, hit him like a train as he rushed to the boy, dropping to his knees to attempt to sit the kid up. A crowd had formed at the cafeteria window, the sudden stop to a mad storm rightfully intriguing.
“I-I think he passed out -” Kan wasn't sure how to handle all of this. “Should we bring him to a doctor or something-?”
Corey seemed very confused with his sudden need to help the kid that just tried to kill them. “What are you gonna tell them-? Oh, you know, he stood out in the rain for an hour or two, shot some lightning at us, caused a huge-ass storm that almost destroyed us – can you poke a few stitches in 'im for us, buddy ol' pal?”
“Fine, okay, I get it, but he needs help! We can't just leave him here, Core!”
“Alright, alright, jeez! My bunk’s closer, we can bring him there.” The shit Corey puts up with, man.
“-Yes! Thanks, dude! I'll pay you back, I promise!” Kan would hug him if he wasn't currently lugging an unconscious, superhuman freshman into his arms. Settling on a semi piggyback-ride position, Corey and Kan, drenched from head to toe, set a trail to the Wrighten household.
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