One Night

Owen was way excited for the day—prom night—in fact. Usually he'd be annoyed by everyone, spitting up at him about their dates.

No one was doing that this year.

He walked through the school, where the lockers stacked against each other by rows from each, and had a deep smile. Avie looked at him—with a sigh.

Kaylie started walking up to Avie, and she started to snicker.

"Well, do you have a date—oh, lemme guess. No, you're too ugly and unfashionable to get one."

Owen rolled his eyes, and continued finding things in his locker.

Avie looked at her in the eyes, very coldly. People began to move back—scared of the first move. Avie covered her ears with headphones and continued her stuff.

Kaylie laughed. "She's too scared to do anything—" and she walked away with her ear-drum breaking, the sound of her heels.

Owen continued to look at Avie with a sympathetic expression.

"Hey, Owen" rang through his ear loud enough to react as if he heard her in the first place.

"Hey, Jess."

"So, are you excited for prom?"

"Yes, I really am," Owen said with a smile much more wider than usual.

"That's great, I'm excited too."

Owen then looked a bit hesitant but didn't know he was making such an expression.

Jess looked at him worrisome.

"Are you alright?" she asked, looking at him softly. He sighed.

"Well, you see. After this, are we going our separate ways?"

Jess shook her head.

"I plan on being with you, until something else happens," she said with a great smile. Owen smiled greatly too, and they both hugged tightly. But he was more excited for the meet of the lips.

Mrs. Remby sat down on her seat, and looked much more tired than usual—somehow.

"Hello, class. Have you guys done your homework?" she asked as she looked directly at Owen.

He gulped.

"Uhhhh—yes."

"Let me see it."

Mrs. Remby started having a moist smirk as he dug into his backpack to bring out—only blank paper. "Hmm, you definitely did homework," she said with a disappointed face.

Owen sighed, knowing he was gonna get detention.

"I'm not gonna give you detention."

He looked up with a bright mind, as she stared down at him. "You'll follow me to the principal's office."

Owen was near faint as he heard that—for he never, till now, went to the principal's office.

The office was at a different building, a few minutes from the other side of the school. And those few minutes were torture already. Mainly because of the smirk on his teacher's face which really annoyed him.

Principal Shmeaton was an old, but harsh man. He was bald at the top but had fluffed hair by the sides of his forehead. His beard was wrapped around his mouth and his face was quite unwelcoming based on his wrinkles on his forehead.

He always wore the old strappers and a white tucked in shirt with gray pants like ones you'll go to church with.

Owen looked at his face and all he could grasp in was more annoyance.

"Is this Owen?" he asked with moodly. Mrs. Remby shaped herself in a disappointed way. "Yes, he decided to lie to me and not do his homework; it's so disrespectful."

Both men looked at her with a face that could express one thing.

"Seriously?"

The principal laughed—which was very odd—and said to Owen, "When I was young, I used to do those things. Wouldn't want to be a hypocrite, would I? Take a break."

Avie sighed as she walked through the sidewalks, confused and very—annoyed.

"Why does this specifically happen to me, first, I'm bullied in school, I'm a complete monster, and now I'm met from the angels or something."

Accounting for the circumstances, someone came up towards her, with brown soft hair to make some people alike.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked as he touched Avie. She reacted with an abrupt scream, and a swing of arm. He blocked and held her arm very swiftly, quicker than a hummingbird's wings.

Avie felt the pain go through her hand, and weakly unclenched her fists. "You must be Avie," he said in a very silent tone.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Come."

With leading hands she followed him through the street as he came upon a cafe.

It seemed like a cafe, with green wood making a frame for the windows that built up the stories. The first half was green, while the next half was a golden color—including the door.

Inside were red tables with wooden chairs and a black and white checkered floor, with the kitchen by the backs of the first floor. The boy came across a grumpy wrinkled man, who nodded as the boy said random words.

They went through the door, and in the room were stairs that led to fogged darkness. "What is this place—ah!" she screamed as she was pushed into the place. With a smirk the boy declared, "The Last Origin is no more."

"What do you mean?"

*Bam!!*

The door was slammed shut at her face, as she swallowed back her words.

Avie ran up forwards from the room but the door shut, leaving her locked in the midst of the darkness.

Wildhane High: Prom Night

Owen prepared a limo for Jessie and him, although the driver was a bit hesitant about it—but it was always for the perfect get-together. His mom was confident in this while his father wasn't sure about the whole thing.

He walked out with his tuxedo and sighed in bunched-up relief. Mom viewed her son and kissed him in the forehead softly.

"Have a great date," she said as she smiled. Dad opened a magazine about new suitcases—although it was quite interesting to him somehow. The limo arrived quite early, which Owen decided to cherish, and he got in with a smile—excited for the evening.

As he got in, the driver smiled as he asked, "Where is this—damsel you say?"

"19867 Buford Au Lane."

The driver raised his eyebrows slightly and started the drive. As he continued through the drive, the music chosen for the coming of Jessie, struck to him very softly.

He was deep.

As they arrived at the house, he saw someone that made his eyes sparkle. "Owen, wow! This is amazing!" she screamed as she ran towards the car.

Owen wanted to make a romantic mood between the both of them, so he got out of the car, took her hand very slightly and brought her in like a gentleman.

"Oh, thank you," she said softly as she smiled. The driver rolled his eyes, and was glad that he was getting fifteen thousand each year for this.

"This is a very nice limousine, I love it," she said as she smiled towards Owen, who made a sly face to impress. Jess showed no particular expression, but smiled. The drive was surprisingly talkative which almost blew the driver's ears—but that's what kids and teens do.

They arrived at the school, which was glowing lights bright enough to be like a certain light to show a Batman sign. Hana and Kaylie were standing outside while their dates were chatting inside the wild school.

"Wow, you actually got a limo!" Kaylie praised, as Jess and Owen walked out of the vehicle. Hana looked at the limo and sighed, "It's just only for rent."

He cleared his throat and stared at Hana.

"This is owned, not rented. So, it's just only owned."

Hana raised her eyebrows in unbelief, as she swished her hair mumbling "Whatever."

Owen looked at Jessie as she smiled with a flirted mood. "Where would you like to sit?" he asked her as they walked into the prom building. It was wild when they got in, with glassed tables by the side of the dance floor, which in particular was big.

In the backs of the building was a long wooden table with meals, small-like snacks, drinks, and very frosted desserts.

Quite a meal.

But Dad was a bit distrustful about the whole food at the place, so he just decided to order his desserts, and small snacks, and all those things which would be served to him.

After the partying began to calm, soft music was played in relation to dates. Every man grabbed their dates' hands—including Owen—and they soon started dancing in a ball tradition. "This is wonderful, isn't it?" she said as she looked at him between the eyes.

"Yes, yes it is."

Jess and Owen continued as the song was playing for quite a time. Being very deep into the mood, she asked him. "You know the best thing about being together?" she asked. Owen smirked softly—although he didn't know what the best thing was.

Jess smiled, and said, "This." In a speed of time, their lips were enclosing with each other irresistibly. But it was similar, back then, when he passed out and kissed the woman. Owen began to move his hand by the small of her back.

No one noticed, but they thought it was better to move into somewhere calm. They went into the janitor room because somehow it was completely unlocked. Jess looked at him as she smiled softly. "Come here, you—" They continued to meet their lips fiercely.

Owen got her straps and pulled them down and grabbed her, pushing her forward to him. They continued to grasp each others' hands as he pinned her to the wall. He pulled down her straps much more and they continued to grab each other fiercely.

Soon, their formal dresses were smashed on the floor. Owen grabbed her and pushed her onto him as he kept grabbing her head and meeting his lips to her.

After the whole commotion, they found themselves laying on each other with sweating faces. "This janitor room is gonna smell," Owen said quietly.

Avie continued to bang on the door, but she was getting tired. She fell to the floor being very tired and weak.

Her head hurt so bad and her hands hurt from all the banging. She couldn't see anything and felt like falling on the floor and dying. She continued to scream but her throat was so dry from all the shouting for hopelessness. Her hair was roughed and messy from all the shaking. She was completely alone and tired, and knew it was hopeless.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it you, Astra." A voice emerged inside the room as she got up and faced behind her, in the direction of the voice. And there stood Teron—as he was still with his same outfit. The hood covering his eyes and dark smile that was near his chin.

"No, not you again," Avie shouted as she searched for anything on her belt. It was the same thing again, the same battle between him and her. "I heard you're still alive, no?" he said as he smiled. "As this is finished, you'll hear no more about Astra."

Avie was scared to death, and tired in quantum energy and stress. She ran for the door, which she finally busted through.

*Crash*

The door manifested into pieces creating a backway for Teron to pursue. Although the place was different, it was dusty and had a never ending path, which in most cases, if you're in danger, you run where you can run.

She ran along with the path as Teron continued to pursue her. It wasn't fun in any way but Avie considered this something interesting to think about. She continued to run as darts began to fly her way.

*Whoosh*

*Tick*

Teron continued to pursue her as fast as he could go, but in the never-ending path, was a block.

*Plam*

Avie smashed herself and fell down, with blood seeping down her head as she cried in pain.

"Well, you know what they say," Teron said as he grabbed Avie's sweater collar. "Easy prey." As he raised his sword to meet her end, something got hold of him, which was a girl with a blue glow with a blue dress with hands that reached out at his hand.

"She isn't who you want, it's me," she said as her face mingled into hate. Teron smiled as he turned his head towards her. "Is that so," he grumbled. He swung his sword towards her as she jumped, leaving a trail of sparkles behind her.

She backflipped and got into the leaning stance, and brought a certain sword with a flash of light. "You know, you make me sick," she said. "Always trying to make everything in your control."

"It's for the best of the world, we must have a certain try," he said as he leaned in the same stance. The scene between the dust and the ground and lightning was dramatic, as the rain poured down.

"Rahhhhh!" they screamed as they charged towards each other.

Both swords clashed as they met, making a force that pushed Avie towards the wall. She could only see swords hitting each other in different positions, as she saw Teron's body move around where she was at.

*Wak-ta* Astra elbowed Teron, as he lost a bit of balance. She continued to attack, but getting his senses back, he flipped and knocked her. She fell to the floor sliding and rolling.

Her hair waved through the rain as she continued to look at Teron—waiting for a hit. Best expected, he charged at her with monstrous speed but during that time, was a wave of lighting that came from the sword he sprayed.

Astra jumped and swung her sword as he defended the hit from the other sword. They grappled with each other as their swords continued to clang.

With a dunk swing, Teron ducked and missed a hit.

Astra partially back-bended from a straightforward-hit, and bashed Teron's head. Teron teetered, giving them space to make their next attack.

"Why do you want to kill me so bad, my own husband even died from you! Just to get to me."

"You're a fraud warrior, and I must eliminate each and every one of you! For you are not fit for the world," Teron ordered.

"Someone has to do the job, and that'll be me." Astra screamed in rage and battled with Teron.

Swords swung and clattered, cries of pain merged, and never-ending range between the two.

*Clatter—Clash*

Their swords swung around each other, making a certain pattern with each other. "Why do you want to remove people who keep peace in the earth for your own glory?!" she screamed as she swung her sword and ducked.

"What peace do they keep? They cause war and chaos—just like you!" he shouted as he ran up across Astra. *Slash* Astra rolled as she cried in pain.

Blood flew out of her hip but she was still in the position of fighting. With the direction of her hand she spurt out lightning which struck him.

But somehow it didn't hurt him.

"You see, anything you do to me, doesn't affect anything, let that be a lesson." He said as he smiled despicably.

The lighting then reflected to the both of them, and they both cried in pain.

Avie only tried to run away from the explosion before she was going with it too.

*Boom*

A big shining hole of light blasted through the area, leaving her flying until she woke up, finding herself in her bed.

"Was all that just—a dream?" she asked herself, as she drenched in hard sweat.

Silent Souls of Hiztak

*Hours later*

Teron walked with the wind going his direction again, encountering someone again.

"Is it you again, Teron?" Drax asked as he faced towards him. Teron smirked. "Yes, it is. And Astra is gone for good." Drax smiled.

"I can say for sure, the battle will be ours," Drax said with a vile snigger.

Then unexpectedly—someone in a red robe and scythe floated towards them unoticeably.

"Well, Reaper, you're back," Drax verbalized as he chuckled.

The Reaper slowly walked as he snickered at Teron, as if something was wrong.

"Well, I got some bad news."

"That you didn't get enough human souls?"

"No, it's about Astra. She's still alive."

"And I would you know?"

"I was the block!"

Drax growled. "So how do we get to her now?" The Reaper smiled and chuckled. "The daughter held the illusion of Teron was a dream. That means if we find her daughter—he find Astra."

.....

Drax smiled again, with a bloodthirsty growl. "Perfect."