The Spawn of Hate
uniform walked up and everyone got into a formation I didn’t know. Luckily Ronnie pulled me to the side and helped me find a place. As we settled in the woman in the basketball jersey started to speak.
    “Alright class, no normal P T today. Sonar has been stepping up his attacks and we just found out he was behind two more murders. Today we are playing president. Since we have a new student today I figure he can be the president. Half of you have to try to assassinate him, the other half has to protect. Now wizards if your powers are highly destructive, please refrain from using them on each other. I want realistic training but we are not trying to kill anybody.”
    She then split us up into two teams, matched evenly. Khatara ended up on the team to protect me and so did Ronnie. I figured I would just hide it out for a while, but part of me wanted to see everyone in action to gage exactly what did I get myself into. The woman in the jersey walked to the side of the park and blew a whistle. All I had to do was get to the other side of the park. As soon as the whistle blew it was chaos. I noticed that vampires avoided other Vampires and likewise with werewolf on werewolf. The wizards had no such problem and began hurting each other as soon as they could. Once someone either fell or was threw on the ground they were deemed killed. I noticed that one wizard on the other team had the power of flight. She took to the air and was flying straight at me. Before she could reach me a vampire with extremely long hair jumped up and pulled her out of the sky. When I say jumped up, think of at least a twenty foot leap. I saw Khatara face off with both of the twins. I figured this was no contest. She instantly kicked Aimee in the stomach and she was out. She attempted an overhand right at Ivy, but Ivy ducked and followed up with a punch of her own. Everytime Khatara tried to strike, Ivy would somehow be out of reach and quickly retaliate. Her blows didn’t seem to hurt the big werewolf all that much, but she was landing often. I saw Ronnie going toe to toe with the small werewolf who clearly was getting the better of him until a girl jumped in and took the werewolf out in one blow.  I took too long just being awestruck when I noticed someone clearing a path through the crowd.
    I could not exactly see who was causing the ruckus, I could only see people drop left and right. Altogether it looked like we lost half our number and the other team looked to still be in good shape. I saw Khatara jump into whatever was tearing people up as Ivy was being helped off the field. The crowd parted a bit and I could see what was making all of the commotion. It was a boy, no more than 13 or 14. He was definitely younger than me with brown hair that was kept close cropped. He had green lights shooting out of his hand and everytime it struck someone they went down in a heap. I saw a vampire make a move for me in my peripheral vision. I turned to fight her and she just gave me a smile that sent chills up my spine. I fought a vampire before I figured I could get this one too. I feigned throwing a punch with my left and caught her beautifully with a right hook to the chin. She barely budged. One of my best shots barely registered. Note to self, these chicks were no freaking joke.  She shoved me hard and kept smiling. She could take me out anytime and was just toying with me. I spit in her face and backpedaled as far as I could when the girl who took out the werewolf earlier jumped in front of me.  I could see the vampire’s smile slip a bit, if I didn’t know better I would say she was nervous. She charged the blond and started delivering punishing blows. I could hear her hits ring off of the blond girl’s body but to her credit she took the blows like a champ. Suddenly two Vampires were fighting the blond girl and they were working her over pretty good. I jumped into the fight because it looked like they could really hurt her. I punched one of the

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