by SonicFanPS2 March 5th 2010, 11:44 pm
I - The Game
It's gym. That period of the school day where you sweat and run for hours for this "excercise". This time, however, we're playing a game: dodgeball.
Whoosh.One ball flies in mid- air. It narrowly misses the target, me.
Whoosh. Bam. Another flies toward another target. It makes its mark, and the target is out.
I'm the last one in.
Dodgeball is one great game. An art, you could call it. Though, I'm not particularly an offensive player. I prefer to dodge. Dodge, and nothing else. Sure, the occasional catch to bring someone back, but only the dodge.
"Come on! Catch it! Bring us back!" They yell. However, that's a lot harder to do when it comes with me. I continue dodging the opponent team's whizzing throws. One flies toward my feet, and I lose balance. I fall to the ground. The rival team players smile. It's their chance. They throw the remaining dodge balls that they haven't thrown at me yet and go for an all- out blast. I quickly stand, running for safety.
I ducked. I jumped. I slid. I dodged.
The blast is finished. I sigh with relief. However, something catches my eye: A black figure on the bleachers, just sitting idly by. Watching. I stare at him until a ball whizzes at 100 miles per hour and hits my left cheek. Hard.
"Ow!" I yelled.
"Haha! Serves you right, loser!" One of the guys on the rival team say. My teammates just groaned in defeat.
"Need any help, Doug?" I heard. I open my eyes, and I see my buddy Bob Kerspitz Guavamacho giving his hand for me to grab.
"Thanks." I said.
"Man, that musta' hurt." He commented.
"Yeah. It did. Nothing too bad, though." I replied.
I walked toward the bleachers, only to find that no one was there. I scratched my chin. I'm sure someone was here, I thought.
"You okay?" Bob asked.
"Er- yeah. I'm fine." I answered.
"Alright, then. Come on, they're calling us to go to the locker room." He said.
"Okay, I'm going." He and I went to the locker room to change out of our gym clothes.
As the bell rang, and we left gym class, I saw him again. He was in the horde of people going to their next peiod class. I tried to run to him, but he disappeared.
".....What's going on?" I asked. Am I hallucinating?
Both Bob and another friend of ours, Annie, came and asked me if I was ok. I nodded, and we went to our next period class together. We were always known as losers in this school, but our friendship remains the same.
"Now remember, kids, the slope intercept equation of this graph is y= mx+b.....Now, to input..." Mrs. Buttonbelly(known for her bellybutton) was rambling on and on about slopes and graphs. Annie and Bob, who were always good students, paid close attention and wrote the notes in their binders. I just watched and stared.
"Doug? Can you answer this problem?" Mrs. Buttonbelly asked.
"Sure, Mrs. Bellybutto- er, Mrs. Buttonbelly!" I tried to reply cheerfully.
I stood from my desk, and stepped toward the board. Suddenly, I felt dizzy. The ground was shaking, and my head was in so much pain. I groaned terribly. I rubbed my head with my hand, and looked at the hand. It was red. With blood.
I fell to the ground. Everything went black.
I opened my eyes, and saw nothing. It was all black. Suddenly, lights came on. They were all shining on me. I rubbed my head again. Nothing. It was like my head was never bleeding.
"Welcome, Doug. It's dark, isn't it?" Someone said. They had a deep voice, but I couldn't see the person anywhere. The lights shining on me grew wider, and the figure speaking appeared. They wore a black robe over them, and a skull mask. The most identifiable part of the figure was their scythe. Their sharp, razor- blade scythe.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider- Man." He chuckled. "No, I mean, who do you think I am?"
Obviously, this guy had a sense of humor under his skull mask. "......A Grim Reaper?"
"Bingo, kid. You can call me Reap." He answered. "And just like you said, I'm a grim reaper! How cool is that?"
I got scared. Why was he here? Was he going to kill me? "Stay back!" I yelled.
"Hey, hey. Calm down. I'm not here to kill you or nothin'. Just to.....initiate a game." He put down his scythe. I felt a bit calmer.
"......What is this game?" I wondered.
"Glad you asked." He said. "It's...."