ALEXiThymiA: Chapter 59: The Actual Party

Chapter 59

The Actual Party

The trio made their way out of Angel’s room. Angel had a look of calm acceptance on her face, until she turned to look at Alexa, at which point her condition changed to Reverence.

Gina on the other hand had a wide-eyed look of shock on her face. Not due to what was said, but rather what was left unsaid. Things that Gina knew Alexa should know, especially as they had to deal with her pack. Well her former back, though it was clear from her body language that she still cared for them, even if she was no longer the imposed leader of said pack.

Much to Gina’s surprise no one was downstairs. The music was still pumping, but it had a slightly muted feel to it.

“Looks like the party has moved outside.” Angel said, as she directed the three of them out a back set of stairs.

Once there they were treated to a lawn filled with teenagers, music, and reverie.

It seemed that most of the major groups from campus were present.

For a second Angel paused at the unnaturally high turn out of students, then a quick scan of the field showed a group of eighteen students standing as a unified wall to fend off any would be males who would dare come up to them.

From a glance it almost looked like the two groups were going to fight, there was that much tension and glares coming from the side of eighteen female students who were keeping the male population at bay with simple glares.

Seeing them, a smile came to Angel’s lips.

“Your girls have spunk. I like that.” Angel said, turning her attention to Alexa.

Alexa’s eyes were already on the group. Especially on a trio of males who all seemed to come up on Kylie and Lilly, two of the least confrontational females of the pack. Seeing the way the males were leering at the girls and their status, Alexa moved.

Tall Human (Franklin Wright): Emotional State: Aggressive. Status Effect: Impaired.

Average Human (Victor Looney): Emotional State: Jubilant. Status Effect: Inebriated.

Average Human (Malcolm Legg): Emotional State: Aroused. Status Effect: Inebriated.

Alexa went from standing still on a deck two and a half stories off of the ground to a full on sprint in two seconds. Within the first second she was up on the old wooden railing that creaked under her sudden weight. Fortunately she was gone and moving before the wooden railing had any real time to physically move from her sudden weight and pressure.

“What the?” Angel yelled, drawing everyone’s attention to them.

Anyone that turned at that moment saw a six foot two-inch-tall warrior woman charging forward, her eyes fully focused on a spot off in the distance.

She ran to the edge of the railing, then as the slope and angle changed of the railing she just continued her mad dash forward, running down the railing, rather than being content to just slide down the declined plank of wood like most normal people would. Of course, Alexa was anything but normal, everyone watching her move at a full on sprit that was more of a blur than anything found themselves giving her space. As if the force of her intense stare alone was enough to push people out of her way.

Shuffle, shuffle.

“Whoa.”

A few students who hadn’t been paying much attention only had a half second to move out of the way. Most didn’t even have that long, as a blur of an Alexa dashed through the crowd of onlookers and interposed herself between the three drunken seniors and her fellow classmates and former pack members.

“Whys don’t chu come back to our plasse, we haves za good stuff.” Frank said slurring nearly every word, then proceeded to give a wink that looked closer to him about to black out more than anything. His invitation delivered, he moved his hand to grab Kylie, but found his hand suddenly stopped.

Frank in his impaired state stared at his hand that was seemingly stuck in midair. One second, he was freely able to move the appendage, then the next he was stuck. The entire thing took entirely far too long for his mind to process that he had been stopped. Not only that, but he now had his personal space being violated as he was being touched by someone. Someone that he did not want touching him at all.

“Jus’ wha’ do you think you are doin’?” Frank mumbled loudly. But his mind was already in aggressive mode as he moved to swing at the person who was clearly touching him.

The only problem was, Frank was in no condition to fight. Not with his impaired state, and especially not with his dominant hand effectively out of the fight to start with. Still he had Rock Skin, and Enhanced Attributes for a reason, those two powers made it so he easily controlled all the jocks in the school. Everyone who was anyone with a modicum of physical talent was in his group. Well everyone but the weres, those were in Angel’s group. But everyone else knew not to mess with Frank the crusher.

Rock Fist.

Frank’s fist turned to stone instantly, then he swung his mighty fist that was now the equivalent of being hit with an aluminum baseball bat. Frank didn’t even look for a target, he didn’t need to, he just swung for the fences. At the same time, he swung, he could feel the attacker moving his immobilized right arm, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, after this swing he would be free, and he would show this intruder why no one touches Frank Wright.

Wham.

Crack.

His fist struck solidly, an arm if the feel and texture had anything to show. He had broken many arms that were raised in a defensive position, so he was used to the feeling of breaking arms from a single powerful blow. The fact that he had broken the arm he contacted was in no doubt to him. He had swung and mashed it well.

Frank paused, trying to see the person who would invariably be falling to the ground in pain right now. No one was immune to pain, especially not when they had their arms broken by the supernatural equivalent of a bat to the arms.

The only problem was his opponent didn’t know when to let go. They had not only taken the blow but were still holding onto his wrist with an unfathomably powerful grip.

Pain.

That pause, that momentary gap from when he swung to when he waited for the inevitable to happen was finally enough time for his delayed nerve receptors to pass on the fact that he was now in pain. Not just any pain either, but bone breaking searing pain that only comes from a broken bone. But how?

“AHHH!” Frank cried out, as he realized he had punched his own arm. Somehow the attacker had not only moved his right arm in the way, but had moved it so fluidly, that Frank didn’t even realize he had struck his own arm until a second later.

With such intense pain, Frank began dropping to his knees as his legs suddenly felt wobbly. He was in so much pain that his mind momentarily forgot how to stand.  From his knees he looked up to see the jerk he would soon pummel into the ground. Rage filled his gaze, until he looked up to lock eyes with two glowing blue orbs that sent shivers down his spine.

Frank was looking up at a goddess, a beautiful, intense goddess of pain and retribution. Staring up at those eyes, a sudden fear came to his mind. One where he looked into those same eyes and saw this same monster stare him down.

“I warned you. Don’t mess with my pack.” Her words were as cold as her ice filled eyes.

Frank wanted to protest but could only tremble slightly at the sight. Out of the corner of his eyes, Frank saw movement. He saw Vic and Mal both moving to strike the girl. The only problem was, they were no match for this monster. Even on their good days Vic and Mal were at best three, maybe four times more powerful than a normie. But compared to the blurring speed that this monster possessed they were nothing. He was nothing.

She was a blur making two quick open palm strikes to the boys. The only reason Frank knew they were open palm strikes was because she ended her strike with the hand clearly displayed, and no major bones were broken. Even after she had sent the two boys flying away with an upward strike to the sternum.

Squelch.

The music stopped as everyone took a moment to look at what happened. Frank was still being held by a vice like grip of the monster, though the monster must have shifted her grip somewhere as now it looked like her opposite hand held his wrist. Vic and Mal were left in a daze on the ground.

Silence.

A hush fell over the crowd, for a second as everyone tried to take in the carnage that had happened.

Then before anything else could happen Mr. Mackie appeared from out of nowhere.

Seeing Mr. Mackie, a wave of relief flooded over Frank.

Mr. Mackie gave a quick glance of the scene. Then turned to Frank, and inspected the way Frank’s right arm curved inward.

After his quick glance at the arm, he turned his eyes to Alexa.

“Explain.”

Then with mechanical precision Alexa explained.

“These three were drunk and came over to talk with Kylie and Lilly.” Alexa said, flicking her eyes towards the two silent but pretty sophomores who Frank had wanted to talk to.

So those are their names. Frank mused to himself, almost missing the next portion.

“Their body language and demeanor suggested they were up to being aggressive. That was when I moved in to stop Frank here from laying hands on Kylie. To stop him, I grabbed his wrist. Being in his impaired state, he changed his left fist into Stone and swung. At which point I moved his right arm to block his strike. He then proceeded to cry wildly, inciting his two lackies to join him. I then disabled those two with a minimal strike to the sternum.”

“Minimal?” A few of the audience members asked, looking at how the two lackies, Mal and Vic both lay sprawled out more than seven feet away from her. Almost as if on cue, or as if noting the need to make things worse, Vic who was still a little woozy from his inebriated state, and from being thrown about like a rag doll chose that moment to vomit.

Bleh!

Mal, being so close to Vic and himself barely able to keep the world from spinning around him, conducted what could only be called sympathetic vomiting.

Bleh!

“Oh gross!” Several people called out from the gathered spectators. Frank noted that most of the voices were from women who were visibly disgusted by the situation. Well most of the women present, the women of Alexa’s pack just glared at Frank, likely seeing him as the instigator.

“Can anyone confirm this?” Mr. Mackie asked, trying to get this moving along.

“Yeah, he totally broke his own arm.” Junior Frank said. Hearing that boy with his own name annoyed Frank to no end. Especially the way he now seemed to be gloating at the fact that he was in trouble.

“Yeah, they were all being like super aggressive and handsy the whole night.” Another female said. Frank was about to protest, but then remembered that he had been a little aggressive with her. Still, he didn’t touch her, though Vic and Mal might have after he left.

“Was not and get your grubby hand off of me.” A suddenly sober Frank demanded as he all but yanked his broken arm free of the girl’s vice like grip.

Alexa not moving from the force, just turned her attention to Mr. Mackie, as if asking him for what to do.

Mr. Mackie just nodded. “Yes, he needs to learn the lesson sometime.”

With that Alexa just nodded, then let go.

The minute she did, fire burned in Frank’s mind as his arm was suddenly on fire.

“AAAHHHH, you WITCH!!” Frank cried out as his brain was suddenly flooded with pain. Pain that he had not been aware of until that point. Frank was certain she had done something to him, that she had cast some sort of hoodoo spell on him.

“What did you do!” Frank demanded as tears of pain washed over his face.

“Mr. Wright, what you are experiencing right now is close to shock. You have broken your arm, and the anesthetic that Ms. Thyme had been providing to you, is no longer in contact with your skin. As such you are not only feeling the pain of a broken arm, but also from your violent actions of trying to pull away said broken arm from a secure position.” Mr. Mackie said, as he got down in a low crouch, so he was nearly eye to eye with Frank.

This was bad, before he had the ability to at least partially avoid the pain due to his inebriated state, but now he could feel everything.

“She did something to me.”

“Yes, she also cured you of your alcohol poisoning. Something that we will have to ask how you managed to get ahold of on a dry campus.” Mr. Mackie said.

“I’d shut up if I were you, Frankie.” Angel said, a cocky smile plastered on her face.

“Shut up!” Frank said through gritted teeth. “I want to press charges. That witch just broke my arm.”

“No jackface, you broke your own arm. We all saw it. Hell, it is still being live streamed if you want, we can share the link with you for your own amusement.” Angel said.

Grr!

Frank decided to get up, and glare at Angel.

At that, her pack, the werewolf seniors who all came to her parties all moved forward as one. Frank even noticed the way the tall Amazonian monster leaned forward. Not so much moving, but her form shifting that much sent spikes of warning into his mind. A mind that was still being flooded with pain.

Getting to his feet, Frank looked around. Then he locked gazes with the intense sophomore warrior woman. Frank was taller than her, at six foot six there were few high schoolers that were taller than him. Still, looking at the imposing woman, she seemed to tower above him. Her eyes all but demanding respect, even with her face seeming to be relaxed.

“You going to heal me.” Frank said, his tone more of a statement than a question.

Alexa just looked at him and answered coldly. “No.”

“No?” Frank demanded shifting his weight forward, still clutching his broken arm to his chest but moving into what was clearly a hostile stance.

“No. How will you learn, if you are given an instant out. If I heal you now, you will justify to yourself that it wasn’t that bad. That you can still act as you do, without fear of consequences or reprisals.” Alexa said.

Frank was shocked, his pain filled mind was having a hard time understanding what was happening. He turned to Mr. Mackie, who as if reading his mind responded.

Sigh.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Wright I am unable to force a student to use their powers in any way shape or form. Even if the net result would be beneficial for everyone.” Mr. Mackie said. Of course, he was quoting the old Stanford law of 27, where a Super who had the last name of Sanford thought that their gaining the power of Healing magic was a sign of the devil. One that they refused to use, even if using her power would have helped others survive. In the end, the courts went with not forcing Supers to use their powers, for fear that forcing Supers to use their powers would give them permission to go wild within cities or against other people.

Then after a pause, Mr. Mackie turned his gaze back to Alexa. “So you will not heal him today?”

Alexa nodded.

“Very well then, come on Mr. Wright, we need to go the hospital.” Mr. Mackie said, gesturing for Frank to go.

“What about them?” Gina asked, pointing to Vic and Mal who were still o the ground though finally they both stopped vomiting up their alcohol.

Seeing them, Mr. Mackie just shook his head. “You two better come along as well. I have a feeling your invitation has been rescinded.”

At that, three glowing marks appeared on the three boy’s heads and then disappeared.

The three then made their way to leave the grounds.

Squelch.

“I am going to take one student to the hospital. Two others will go to the tank. Going to need someone to keep eyes on the party.”

“Which one?”

“Sorority house.”

“On it.”

Click.

Then just like that Mr. Mackie began escorting the three boys out of the party. Mr. Mackie turned back to face Alexa, and looked like he was almost going to say something, but then decided against it. Instead, he just shook his head as if this was just a regular headache that he would have to become accustomed to.

Must be Halloween. Mr. Mackie thought to himself.

He had almost wanted to take Alexa from the house, but figured that removing her might put her brother in greater danger. Especially as Mr. Thyme had prophesized about something happening here tonight. Rather wishing to err on the side of caution, he decided that keeping the twins together for now would be the best course of action.

BOOM!

Just as soon as he came to this conclusion, a loud explosion shook the campus.

Sighing to himself, Mr. Mackie realized that tonight was going to be an exceptionally long night.

Squelch.

“We have a blast towards the center of campus. Going to investigate, will need someone to escort a student to the hospital and a second to watch two drunk students.”

“Must be midnight already.” The dispatcher said.

With that Mr. Mackie looked up at the night sky. “Not quite, but it is getting close.”