A Lost World

While everyone was filling in the band for teh academy stood on teh stage playing different patriotic music. The smallest of the group was just a young 15 year old. Force to join the miltary due to her father's death and she didn't have a brother. She was the only piccolo player in the small band and stuck out the most for her height, looks, and her sound. Soon the drum major stopped the group and had them file off the stage to sit down. Like always, teh band took up all the rest of teh seats and Nic, the girl in the band, got yelled at. Nic was pushed by an upperclassmen to sit down. She did and dug into her pocket she had her piccolo case. She looked next to her to see an upplerclassmen boy(Res). Everyone to her though was an upperclassmen. She never talked to anyone because of that. She promised one day when people her own age came to the school she'd talk to them.

She opened her piccolo case and began taking apart her piccolo and putting it away.

 

Riley pulled his head phones down so he could hear better. This entire meeting seemed like a drag down to him. What he wouldn't give to be back in his psychology classes right now. Just to get the chance at looking at things differently. These assemblies were usually all the same, "Don't do drugs", "Stay away from alchohol", "These were victims of suicide. Here are the warnings and here's how to help". Bah! It was already enough to but him to sleep! Riley fumbled to open his note book and jotted down a few things he was going to write about later.

 

Zack had heard about the meeting from one of his friends. Frankly, could have cared less. He was always like that really. He laughed at any person who was in a rush. People who just did things, and never stopped to see how much life there really was in the world. Speaking of which, there went a few more kids. Sophomores by the looks of them, all in a rush to get to this meeting. He sighed, then went back to practicing his combat techniques. First thrust, then jump back like this. Next, curve the blade down to the right, but then change direction and go for that thrust again. To slow, okay, now back up. Parry, and go in for that good ol three slash move Master taught you. Thats it, just flow through the moves.
He almost stabbed his foot when he heard a girl scream. He turned just in time to see a freshman beauty run by, chased by a senior. Zack could see the lust in that mans eyes. He knew what that meant, thanks to his hard life on the streets when he was a boy. He had always been forced to stand by and watch. Not any more. He stepped forward, and sliced the mans shirt open. No not a man, an animal. Anyone who even considered this was not a person, just a filthy animal. The guy was shocked. "What the hell!?"
"I find people like you disgusting." With that, Zack began driving him back with swings of his sword not meant to hit, but to herd. Finally the animal was backed up to a tree. "If i ever see you chasing any one ever again, i will finish the job off. Now get out of my sight." He turned and began to walk away. The only warning he got was the feeling of air hitting his neck, but that was all he needed. He turned, crouching, and hit the person in the solar plexes. There was a whooshing sound as all of the air was knocked out of him. Zack came up, landing a terrible hit to the guys jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. "Don't think trash like you can beat me. I was fighting while you were learning your A, B, fucking C's." He walked back to the building, slicing the head of a dandelion off its stem, and cutting it perfectly down the middle. Now the mood was spoiled, so he decided that he might as well go to the meeting.

 

Will sat under a tree on the school grounds, longsword leaning against the tree and guitar case next to him, open and empty. He strummed the guitar, tuning it slowly. He finally got it tuned and started to strum away at a song he listened to earlier. "Drop C tuning... cut time..." He muttered, strumming quicker along with his memory of the song.

 

Zack noticed the guitarist under the tree. He also recognized the song. "Mind having a penny whistle play along?" After he got a nod, He pulled out the whistle and began playing, letting his notes spin throw the harmony like leaves in a autumn wind. After the song was over, Zack un-belted his Rapier, and got some lunch out of the bag. He silently offered a sand-which to this stranger, and began to eat.

 

Will smiled and accepted the sandwich, biting into it and chewing slowly. "So, who are you and how'd you end up here?" Will asked, setting the guitar in the case and polishing it with his free hand. These days people always had a story with them. Either about themselves or about travellers.

 

"Names Zackarias Alvo. Call me Zack, all my friends do" He grinned, then took another bite. "Not much to say. Hmm, i was born in a alley. Was raised on the streets, and managed to get in here on a scholar ship. Amazing how things can turn out. I'm not one for telling my life's stories. Suffice to say that i just happen to be around when big things happen, hence me being able to use a sword." He patted his rapier. It had a simple, yet powerful look to it. A rose was emblazoned on the guard.

 

Will nodded. "Same here. My mom died during child birth and my dad was a raging alcoholic. I ran away and lived with my grandfather and failed school but somehow got a scholarship. I had to travel here on my own so I learned to use this thing quick." He said, patting the longsword next to the tree. "Onyx with gold dust imbedded into it when it was forged."

 

Zack whistled. "Very nice. That musta been pricy. This things just made of cold hard steel. Apparently it was forged differently. It will never break in combat, or my money back. They say this sword becomes stronger when blood flows around the rose. Thats why i call it, The Bloody Rose.

 

Will smiled. "Mine's a family heirloom and I got it at my grandfather's funeral. This thing was forged specially, the gold dust allowing it to never break and allow it to be such a large blade." He said, indicating at the large tip. "I call it the Gilded Sword because the gold dust was gilded into it when it was smithed." He said, drawing the sword to show the orange patches on the black blade. "It is perfectly balanced and weighs 5.8 pounds total." He said, handing the blade to Zack. "May I?" He asked, indicating towards the rapier.

 

Zack was torn. He liked this guy, but as with every swords-man, he was loathe to let him handle it. Then he decided that if Will was willing to let him hold his sword, then Zack should let him hold his own. One good turn deserves another. Still, "How about this. We'll have a spar, and afterwards we can try fighting with each others sword. Deal?" He smiled. At last he would get to fight someone actually worthy of his skill.

 

Will grinned and shut the guitar case, finishing the sandwich. He nodded and said. "Sure." He stood, kicking the sheath up into his hand and slinging it over his shoulder. He also pulled something from under the guitar case. It was a shield, red steel with a mirror in the middle, a sun and moon design on it. He slung this onto the sheath and said. "I have my equipment, do you?" He asked.

 

"Aww, you need a shielf for little ole me?" He pulled a pair of black leather gloves out of his pocket, and put them on. Then, he belted on his sheath, and drew his sword. "First cut?" He asked. His sword made a swishing sound as he moved it through the air. The sun struck the side of it, making it gleam. Let me see. Judging from my current information, he will be one of those guys that protects his chest. Hence that shield. If i get his shield gone, i should be able to get him since he wont be blocking his sword.

 

Will left the shield on his back, blocking with the sword with two hands and spinning it, knocking Zack's blade to the side and allowing him to step forward, using his shiled arm to push Zack back hard. If he had his shield on it would have felt like a battering ram to his chest.

 

Or not. Zack jumped to the side, his blade whistling through the air, only to be blocked by Will's. "NOW THATS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" He shouts over the sound of steel hitting steel. He tried every trick he could use in the current situation, but Will was a tough guy. He blocked an overhead strike, and let it slip of his sword, putting Will off balance. Grinning, Zack lunged.

 

Will grinned as he brought up his gauntlet and the sword slammed against silver. "Another family heirloom." He roared, kicking Zack in the chest and twirling the longsword in Zack's direction as if it was as light as a feather.

 

"Not fair." Zack called as he hit the ground. He rolled out of the way just seconds before Will's sword hit the ground. Coulda killed me. Thanks to the fact that Will had taken a power stroke, he was now off balance. Zack rose up from the ground like a god rising from the earth, and with a swish of his blade, nicked Wills arm. The Rapier seemed to gleam gleefully as a small amount of blood appeared on its tip. A small line of blood was now on Will's arm, and a streak of it was flying through the air. "Cut." Zack said in a tired voice. His sword was behind him, as it was a slash that had been the finishing strike. His head was facing the ground, almost as if he was bowing to Will, although you could see that this was far from the truth. A wind picked up, making Zack's hair rustle. Finally he straightened up and said with a smile, "You're not half bad. If I needed anyone to watch my back, I'd want you watching it."

 

Rolling out of bed Kardorious hit the floor with a thud."Oww"Suddenly his pager went off."Who could that be?!"Checking his pager he noticed it was the hospital. Apparently they had been trying to reach him for quite sometime now. Looking up at the clock he saw that he was an hour and a half late to surgery. "OOO crap!" Suddenly jumping into the air, landing and stubbing his toe. "Sweet mother of god!!!!" Quickly putting on his clothes he rushed to the hospital. Looking at his watch every five steps and wondered if the other surgens would have gone on with the surgery without him. He doubted it, but thought it not out of the question. Reaching his office he slightly opened the door to see his patient waiting in the room. Fully turning the door handle he open the door. "Sorry I am late but I was having car troubles." He lied.
"That's ok, I just want to get this over with."
"Well, if you'll go with my nurse she'll get you preped for surgery." Watching the women come out of anesthesia and back to life all of the docters, nurses and surgens shook his hand on a job well done and congradulated him. Looking up at the clock he realized that he only had 35 min until his night school started. "Oh, crap!!" Changing out of his blood riden clothes he ran out to try and make it to class on time. "7:34, I might be able to make it, I hope" running up the steps of the college the campus was empty. slamming into his locker he threw it open and shoved his miscellaneous stuff into his locker. Running through the hall way he ignored the loud noise he was probably making, watching the clock as it turned to 7:37 he just about slid past his classroom."What the hell is this?" Peering through the small glass fitted to the door he saw no on e in the classroom. Looking slightly to the left he noticed a note that stated that all students will be in the audience hall from the start of class to about 8:30. Even further down was printed in small lettering(It was hard for him to see without his glasses)A meeting will be held for students to learn about a trip of a lifetime. "Sounds boring, but I have to be there so." Casualy walking as there was no point in running anymore to the Audince Hall he felt his pockets for his glasses. In doing so he felt the inner pocket of his vest amd felt something sharp."OH, great!" Remembering that he forgot to take out the scalples out of his pocket."Hope they don't have a security check today cause I would be screwed!!" Reaching the Hall Door he reached for the handle only to hesitate to open it.