Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26187100-20170314192211/@comment-28718853-20170926202611

I gulp as the Ogre towers over me. My trembling body felt like it was shrinking into my shoes. Finally finding my voice, I respond, "Thanks for the compliment ma'am but, I think I'll pass."

The Ogre's smile doesn't waver, but the metal lockers do get scrunched up in her powerful hand. Holy crap, I knew she was strong, but not that strong!

"How about you respect his answer you tall green bitch!" came a voice that sounded like it was trying way too hard to be badass. The domineering grin that the Ogre had changed into one of pure rage as she turns, ready to knock out the fool who insulted her. Instead, a glob of whipped cream splattered her across the face.

"Leave him be, now!" the male voice orders. I look around the tall green woman and the sight to behold gives me the brief impression that I was dreaming for a moment. He was a skinny boy who appeared to be of sophomore age that wore a blue and orange latex suit and had the two white letters, "HM" on his forehead.

The Ogre wipes most of the edible substance off of her face and she she's red with anger. "You're the little twerp who shot me!? I'll make you pay you ass!" she roars as she stomps toward the boy who responds by raising his arm that had a small dual cannon-like gadget strapped to it. Two bolos launch from the weapon, and proceed to wrap around the bully's legs and arms, binding her and letting her fall to the ground in a comedic fashion.

She looked like she could break out of her bindings with ease, but to my surprise, the bolos showed no signs of tearing, no matter how hard she tried. She glares up at the deus-ex-machina with vengeful eyes and vows, "I'll milk you dry you brightly colored skin tight wearing bastard!"

"The school authorities will deal with you shortly ma'am," the boy tells the downed Ogre. He starts toward me and asks, "Are you alright sir?"

Honestly, I was just too stunned by what had just occurred to even say anything resembling a coherent sentence. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask. Who the hell was he? Why the hell was he dressed like that? Does he have any idea how badly the school administration's gonna give it to him when they catch him?

"Yeah, the superhero thing's a lot to take in, but just know that ulp!" the wierdo's eyes go wide and he lurches forward, flopping onto the floor with a recognizable Manticore needle in his right thigh. I looked up to see who it was, and my heart sank. While the Ogre and the wannabe superhero were odd and terrifying in their own right, the figures that were approaching were definitely people that sent shivers down my spine.

A Manticore, an Arachne, and a Werecat were walking up to me, wearing clothing that you would normally find on human female goths. "That boy sure was a wierdo," Rhea, Manticore and leader of the trio comments. "That outfit he's wearing is so goofy!" says Morgan, the Werecat. "I'm impressed that he was able to take down this Ogre here," says Gina, the Arachne. "Piss off!" the Ogre growls as she uselessly struggles once more to break free of the bolos.

"Shush you!" Gina orders as she places a straw in her lips and blows, a tiny dart shooting out and piercing the Ogre's neck. The Ogre shakes more wildly and shouts, "Augh, you'll pay for that, I'll squash you all like pancakes!"

Her spastic movements and viscious cursing slow down as she grows tired, soon falling into a deep slumber. With both the "hero" and the "villain" dealt with, the trio turn to me, who for some godforsaken reason had not taken any available opportunity to get out of dodge and just stood there like a deer in headlights.

"Now, what should we do with you...cutie pie?" asks Rhea, whose voice grows sensual near the end. I nervously clutch the straps of my backpack and reply, "Let me go home and complete my homework?"

The three ladies look at each other, then back to me. Rhea nods at me and says, "You know what, that sounds like a good idea, go home and take care of whatever workload the teachers dumped on you, never know when you might get a pop quiz."

Without another word, I produce a dimwitted grin and turn my back to them. I couldn't believe it. These girls were actually letting me go, I'm gonna be able to get-

A needle whisks by my ear and Rhea laughs, "Nah I'm kidding, we should totally find a place for us to get down!"

I attempt to break into a run, but I feel something thick and sticky wrap around my legs. Gina's webbing had caught me, and with a single yank, I was slapped to the floor face first. The trio giggles and chuckles. I find myself surrounded and Morgan says, "Such a poor fool."

"But the three of you are even bigger fools," comes a powerful female voice that I know all too well. All three ladies turn with shock and Rhea shouts, "Crap, it's Mrs. Ramzi!"

Mrs. Ramzi, my Pharoah World History teacher. I glanced up and sure enough, there she was, standing valiant in her night blue dress shirt, the buttons always on the verge of bursting from the weight of her D-cup breasts.

"We gotta go!" Morgan cries.

The trio tries to flee, but they're quickly engulfed in a golden aura and suspended in mid-air, along with the superhero and the Ogre.

Mrs. Ramzi walks toward the group and says in a stern voice, "None of you will be going anywhere."

She looks down at me and asks, "Are you alright dear?"

"Apart from faceplanting on solid floor, I'm fine," I reply as I attempt to stand, my movements complicated by the fact that my legs still had webbing around them. Mrs. Ramzi sees this and a bright golden sphere appears around my legs, desintegrating the bindings. "Thank you," I say as I easily stand up.

"You are most welcome," the Pharoah says to me as she turns to the group that is currently trapped under her levitation spell and tells them, "You are all in deep trouble, especially you, Hallway Mercenary."

She focuses solely on the boy, who moans, "Ma'am, you don't understand, this school is plagued with bullying problems."

"Explain it to the principal," Mrs. Ramzi replies with very little sympathy in her voice. She walks away down the hall with the troublesome teens floating behind her.

Without skipping a beat, I exit the school pronto and head home. If there was ever a day that I was never going to forget for as long as I lived, today was definitely that day.