Zachariah Irons
Mar 3rd, 2008, 02:13:38 PM
The driver wasn't very talkative. In fact, he hadn't been really very nice at all after Zach had told him that his destination was the Cullen Institute. But Zachariah had been getting used to that cold shoulder in the last couple of months.
Illinois had never seemed so cold until after that day.
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Come on... Finish it!
Take him out, man! Crush him!
The crowd was ecstatic. The fight had been long enough in Zach's opinion and he was pretty sure that Jerry had broken at least two of his ribs and almost his nose. Jerry stood there in his respective corner, with that stupid grin on his face and taking another quick swig of water was all he could do from breaking any constraints and trying to catch his long term rival unaware.
Thoughts of a brutal onesided show aside, the bell rung and Zach's hands went back up. He stepped out into the ring and blinked, suddenly snapping his head back into place after an unforseen punch from Jerry in Zach's blindspot caught him in the side of his head. And still with that bloody smile. Was this really a college rivalry or did Jerry want to die today? Zach threw a series of punches and then threw in a knee to get some distance. Jerry backed up and without losing the smile, spit at Zach.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh!
The crowd held their breath immediately after their exclamation as Zach unleashed his built rage. Something clicked in Zach's mind though and the resounding impact that followed...
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There had been no contest that day. Jerry had been blocking even, but there was nothing he could do against a fist that suddenly weighed and had the momentum of what Zach could only figure to be more than a couple tons. Zach had promised that he would never wish death on another person that day.
He'd been in isolation, gone back to his parents, since then and he'd experimented some with his powers but for the most part held off out of fear. He could make himself as light as a feather, and if not for his clothing weighing him down, he might've blown away with the wind that day. And then he'd had to be careful when in his bedroom on the second story and his weight quickly became something too heavy for the building's structure.
And throughout that entire anxious period, he had only received hate from his former friends, a distaste and unwelcoming from the community, and a distancing from his own family. Zach was the odd one out and seemingly had no outside social interests. Until a couple of days ago, Zach had received an invitation, already arranged for travel, to the Cullen Institute, somewhere where supposedly he would be more welcome. If he didn't like it, the Institute would send him back, free of charge. And Zach decided, why not? His parents didn't even care anymore, they treated him as if he had already died for the most part.
But now, as he stared off into the country side, he wondered if any of this was actually going to be worth while. What were the Headmasters' names again? Would he really be welcomed in?
"We're here, kid. Get out."
The taxi had come to a stop in Zach's search for the invitation, and his destination had snuck up on him. Zach exited the vehicle, paid the driver, and looked up to see the front gates of the Cullen Institute.
"Wow..."
Illinois had never seemed so cold until after that day.
=======
Come on... Finish it!
Take him out, man! Crush him!
The crowd was ecstatic. The fight had been long enough in Zach's opinion and he was pretty sure that Jerry had broken at least two of his ribs and almost his nose. Jerry stood there in his respective corner, with that stupid grin on his face and taking another quick swig of water was all he could do from breaking any constraints and trying to catch his long term rival unaware.
Thoughts of a brutal onesided show aside, the bell rung and Zach's hands went back up. He stepped out into the ring and blinked, suddenly snapping his head back into place after an unforseen punch from Jerry in Zach's blindspot caught him in the side of his head. And still with that bloody smile. Was this really a college rivalry or did Jerry want to die today? Zach threw a series of punches and then threw in a knee to get some distance. Jerry backed up and without losing the smile, spit at Zach.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh!
The crowd held their breath immediately after their exclamation as Zach unleashed his built rage. Something clicked in Zach's mind though and the resounding impact that followed...
=======
There had been no contest that day. Jerry had been blocking even, but there was nothing he could do against a fist that suddenly weighed and had the momentum of what Zach could only figure to be more than a couple tons. Zach had promised that he would never wish death on another person that day.
He'd been in isolation, gone back to his parents, since then and he'd experimented some with his powers but for the most part held off out of fear. He could make himself as light as a feather, and if not for his clothing weighing him down, he might've blown away with the wind that day. And then he'd had to be careful when in his bedroom on the second story and his weight quickly became something too heavy for the building's structure.
And throughout that entire anxious period, he had only received hate from his former friends, a distaste and unwelcoming from the community, and a distancing from his own family. Zach was the odd one out and seemingly had no outside social interests. Until a couple of days ago, Zach had received an invitation, already arranged for travel, to the Cullen Institute, somewhere where supposedly he would be more welcome. If he didn't like it, the Institute would send him back, free of charge. And Zach decided, why not? His parents didn't even care anymore, they treated him as if he had already died for the most part.
But now, as he stared off into the country side, he wondered if any of this was actually going to be worth while. What were the Headmasters' names again? Would he really be welcomed in?
"We're here, kid. Get out."
The taxi had come to a stop in Zach's search for the invitation, and his destination had snuck up on him. Zach exited the vehicle, paid the driver, and looked up to see the front gates of the Cullen Institute.
"Wow..."