As usual, I own nothing but OC's. Not MLP or DMC.
It was that time of the year again, time for the leaves to turn and the birds to fly south. I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, an unfortunate cause of my return to 'reality'. I rolled out of bed, gripping my head in cold hands. With a yawn I grabbed a shirt, slipping it over my head as I stood. Still yawning, I shoved my feet into cold boots, shivering as the worn leather sapped my body heat. Grabbing phone and wallet, I stumbled out of my room and down the stairs. My sister was passed out on the couch with this weeks boyfriend, so I only had to worry about myself today. Life as usual then. I walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple as I did, and taking a huge bite. Sunlight streamed through the windows, forcing me to shield my eyes from the sudden brightness. Looking around, I found my favorite pair of aviator sunglasses and slipped them on, grinning as i admired my reflection in the mirror over the sink. Taking a bite out of the apple, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and stepped out into the street.
As I made my way down the street, I looked around at the neighborhood. Ever since my father died, we've moved every year. I never had any real friends, and only had my love of My Little Pony to keep me going. I never told anyone about that, I didn't want to seem weak. For whatever reason, however, this time we stayed here. I was happy for that, because I had a good friend for the first time in years, Ace Turners. For a guy I'd only known for a couple years, he was like a brother to me. Speaking of. . .
"Hey Mark!" someone called from behind me.
"Sup, Ace." I said, and my friend chuckled as he jogged up beside me.
"Not much. Hating having to get up early again." he said, and I laughed.
"How many alarms did you have to set?" I asked, and he snorted.
"For your information, only one." he said, holding his head up and strutting.
"And why is it when I need you anytime before nine you can't do it?" I questioned and he smirked. "Because you don't report me to the law if I don't get up." he said, and I threw an arm around his shoulder.
"Want to change that?" I asked, and he grabbed my arm and twisted out of my grip, spinning me around until my arm was pinned to my back.
"No thanks bro." he replied, shaking his head. I grinned and twisted, stepping back and turning until I had his head locked behind my elbow.
"Thought so." I said, and shoved him, making him stumble a bit.
"Ah, what do you know, here already. Well, back to the wide, wonderful world of learning!" he said, and I frowned.
"Let's just get this over with." Five hours later, and we were thoroughly exhausted.
"First day back hasn't ever been this tough." Ace complained, and I slapped him on the back.
"Chin up, old lad." I said, in a fairly passable British accent. He shook his head, as we stepped though to the hallway that held the hundreds of lockers. We made our way over to ours, and tossed our bags inside.
"Well, look who it is. Mark and Ace." a snide voice from behind us asked. I shook my head as I shut my locker.
"Dean, do you have nothing better to do?" I asked, turning around to face the schools football team. "And miss out on my fun?" Dean asked. He was the quarterback, all muscle, no brain and even less of a sense of humor.
"Let's not do this today. You know, first day back and all. Give it a few weeks, and maybe come up with some good insults." I said, and tried to step around him, but one of Dean's cronies stepped in front of me.
"They say that practice makes perfect. Maybe I just need more practice." Dean said, and Ace stepped up beside me.
"Dean, with the kind of practicing that I think you do, you should take one of your boyfriends here to a nice storage closet." he said, and I face palmed. "Goose, how many times have I asked you not to question the orientation of people in front of them? It's just rude man." I said, and he shrugged, unapologetic.
"Just saying what you were thinking."
"That's it! You two are in for it now." Dean snarled, as he and his team surrounded us. I sighed, and Ace and I turned back to back.
"Guys, really. This is barbaric. Let's just talk this over like civilized men." I said, and Dean laughed. "You two won't exactly be men when I'm done with you." he said, and I shook my head.
"Don't say I didn't give you a choice." I muttered, before one of Dean's compatriots charged. I stepped inside off the haymaker he threw at me, grabbed his arm, and bent it at the elbow. Smashing my elbow in his face, I pushed him into one of his friends. They both collapsed, yelling. I had no time to celebrate however, as, another linebacker charged at me. This one didn't want to fistfight however, he wanted to wrestle. I obliged, and as he tried to slam me into the lockers I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and squeezed as hard as I could. He howled in agony as I turned him around and gave him a hard kick in the back, sending him sprawling. I felt a fist connect with the side of my head, and I dropped to the ground to avoid the next. The next thing thing I knew, Dean was kicking me around the head and chest. I covered my face and neck with my arms and waited. Sure enough, I heard Ace charge, and looked up to see him planting his knee into Dean's gut. I rolled out from under them and grabbed one of the other cronies, who was trying to sneak up on my friend, and twisted his arm nearly to breaking point. He immediately stopped fighting and began swearing in pain.
"STOP!" Someone yelled, and I looked around to find the principle and the football coach running towards us. I shoved the crony away, and turned to see Ace drop Dean on his face.
"What do you think your doing? My office, NOW." the principle bellowed, and forced his way through the crowd of students that had gathered.
"Shit." Ace muttered, and I nodded.
"My thoughts exactly." I agreed, as we made our way down the halls.
"You alright?" he asked, as I wiped a bit of blood off my face.
"Yeah, what about you? Did you even get hit?"
"Once."
"You're a lucky bastard, you know that?"
"Stuck with you, so I guess not so lucky." he replied, and I glared at him. By then we had reached the principles office, and we looked at one another before stepping inside.
"Well, that didn't suck as bad as I thought it would."
"Yeah, not even getting suspended? We're lucky man."
"Wanna head to my place to hang out?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Sure, sounds good." He agreed. Soon we were at my front door, and stepping inside, I noticed my sister wasn't home. Ace grabbed a Coke from the fridge and tossed it to me, taking one for himself.
"So whaddya wanna do?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"Halo?" I suggested, but he shook his head.
"Nah, we've beaten it way too many times. . .and dont even suggest Devil May Cry."
"Whats wrong with DMC?" I asked as we climbed the stairs to my room.
"We've beaten it way too many times to be healthy."
"It's awesome. Best games ever and all that."
"To you. Doesnt mean I want to play it again."
"Well, what DO you want to do then?" I snapped, and he shrugged again. I opened the door to my room and plopped down at my computer, pulling up my email and checking it. Ace told me he was heading to the bathroom, and left.
"Spam, spam, spam. . .what's this?" I muttered, as I opened an email marked 'Offer for you, Marck'
I shook my head started reading aloud.
"Hello, my dear Mark. I like that name. Mark. Anyway, I have an offer for you. You help me, and I give you the powers of a god. How does that sound? Well, you'll have the chance to tell me very soon.
Discord."
I stared at it for a moment before scrolling over to the delete button. I was just about to delete it when a white flash filled my vision. There was a ringing in my ears, and then I lost consciousness.