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"Welcome, one and all young students, to Karma High; located here in Bangladesh is the the top school in the world for those with the highest of blood, the keenest of minds, those of special interest, or natives. A variety of you attend Karma High, but you all have one thing in common; instead of our teachers stopping student fights, we will be arranging and grading them. We have had you picked up from airports and transported into the thick jungle where our vast campus is hidden for the purpose of privacy while the year's procession trecks on, in which you will participate in fights between each other, and beasts of the Djinn kind native to the jungles of Bangladesh. You are fierce fighters one and all, but an order will rise in which your King and Queen will be on the top, with the rest of you struggling to raise yourselves to their level. But fear not first years, Gym class will prepare you for all of this.
The education here is one that will make you successful in life outside of High School, but while you are here things will be tough, you will be pushed, and bones will break. While you are here we ask that you abide by the school rules- JAMES ANDERSON YOU HAD BETTER NOT THROW THAT PAPER AIRPLANE- and do not stray outside of the compound unless on a mission, and never alone. You are to be in your beds after dark-SO HELP ME GWEN COOPER PUT THAT CELL PHONE AWAY- and you are never under any circumstances permitted to-BY KALI'S SWORD, I SWEAR YOU ALL TO BE THE ROWDIEST BUNCH OF KIDS I HAVE EVER MET!!- I am ALMOST done with the yearly short speech, and you all can't even contain yourselves for five minutes!!!..... Fine, I give up, most of you know the drill anyway! You are dismissed...." The dull roar of the crowd grew larger as many teens began pushing and shoving each other out of the auditorium. Although Madame Constanstine was quite agitated, she found she could not blame the young ones for being robbed of their focus on the opening ceremony. Directly after the ceremony was when the first fights were held, and all out torrant of battles that decided where they stood in their class, and whether they were to be King or Queen this year, took place. Though those two titles would undoubtedly go to the two same individuals as they had always done since they came to the school three, almost four, years ago.
Madame smirked and shook her head, starting to chuckle as challenges and battle crys rang outside. She stepped leasurely off of the stage and began making her way outside, best to get a head start on mediating. Rather than try and control the mass of fights, the teachers acted as referees during these beginning fights, making sure no cheating was going on.
This year was going to be interesting according to the visions she had been having the past couple months, and Madame wondered if the students were ready for what was to come. Ho ho ho! Who cared anyway, today was going to be harmless.
She took a long drag from her pipe and let out a swirling mess of smoke as she snapped her fingers at a pair squaring off, last year's Queen and a brazen challenger, letting them know that she'd be their supervisor for however long it took for the rightful Queen to knock out the other bimbo. "Hit her with a chair!" She called gleefully, not flinching at the violent attacks.
outside the auditorium
she ain't in kansas any more...
Upon being released from the assembly Charlotte found herself practically shoved along into the crowd, and her usual grace was reduced to a stumble once out of the auditorium, and it was a good thing too, because something flew by above where her head had been only moments before. She was smart enough to keep her head down as she looked over her shoulder, a girl her own height was glaring at her. She was pretty and petite like Charlotte, but lacked in any sort of gentle feature, she was down-right aggressive looking. The look of shock Charlotte gave in her frozen position excited the girl further.
“What you damn ninny?! Ain’t you gonna strike back, that was a full on challenge to yer sorry ASS!” Charlotte’s eyes widened as she slowly stood straight and straightened the front of her uniform. “Um, miss, we seem to have a misun-eeeaahhh!” Was it possible for someone to move so fast? Because Charlotte didn’t even see the girl move, and yet the sharp pain to her gut and the taste of dirt in her mouth told her that she had been either punched or kicked. It was certainly a first time experience for her, and the tough people in the movies took it much better than she could.
Charlotte coughed and rolled over to her left, her pretty bow now lopsided. “Shit, I was going slow too, you must be one hell of a weakling girl! You gonna get up now or what?” Charlotte stared up at the girl, her eyes getting slightly misty, she did indeed get up, some sort of show that she was not pathetic. Only the problem was that in this world, she was very pathetic. “That a girl, get on up! You’ll do for a warm up.” Charlotte’s attacker clapped, mocking her as she watched Charlotte try to wipe off the dirt on and in her mouth discretely. Charlotte’s attacker made to grab Charlotte by the hair, but instead her hand got slapped away, and Charlotte made a run for it. “HEY COWARD, RUNNING AWAY IS AGAINST THE RULES! DISHONOURABLE HACK!!” Charlotte’s bully was apparently a rather moody brat, because her screeches could probably be heard halfway around the school, even with all of the surrounding rumble.
Being yelled at, hit, dirtied, Charlotte had never had that happen to her, ever. The tears streaming down her face were one of humiliation and fear, also firsts for her. She bumped into a couple of people, but kept running, afraid the other girl might still be pursuing her. Behind the auditorium is where she ended up, and she went in the back door, unlocked for reasons Charlotte was in no mood to wonder about, had she been in a lesser state of embarrassment she might have hesitated to going down the stairs that the door opened to, the walls lit with torches of all things….but she was upset, and didn’t want to face what was outside, a place she was sent to by her father so he could work in peace. Wait? Where had that thought come from? It was untrue and she knew it, but she could not help but be upset with him for sending her to a boarding school, she would have to wait until Christmas to even see him again.
And the horrible thoughts kept streaming in the deeper she went, the torch light disappeared gradually, she didn’t even notice because her eyes adjusted with it, until everything went black, and something other than her own will pushed her forward. And forward.
And forward.
It was light again, but not a white light as you’d associate with light, a black one. One would never think that the color black could shine so brightly, but it did, all around Charlotte, a black light. Black Black Black lust….for what? She wanted…Blood, so where was that girl from earlier?
still in front of the damn auditorium
Holy shit people...
But as the fight pulled to a close something happened that no one expected, the crowd rawred at the scandalous outcome. Last year’s Queen, a senior, had been uprooted by a second year! “We have a new Queen!” The ridiculously tall and strong Madame Constastine picked the girl up by the arm and waved it about, the crowd welcoming her into royalty. “Well girl, what shall we address you by, and by that I mean your name, don’t be a smartass.” She beamed down at the bleached blonde girl, ignoring the fallen Queen cruelly, as was tradition, she was no longer Queen after all, and to her the defeat was shameful.
But as the new Queen answered, Madame frowned. She glanced behind her, hairs lifting on the back of her neck. “Um, sorry dear what was that?” But she couldn’t peel her eyes from the auditorium doors. For Madame, everything was suddenly silent; she couldn’t hear what was going on around her, even though by all accounts, it was characteristically loud.
She snapped out of it, “GET EVERYONE AWAY FROM HERE.” Too late, the doors she had her eyes so locked on blew open, dark tendrils of actual visible chi ripping them off of their hinges, hitting a few people in the process. A blonde girl wearing a lopsided bow strode forth, her steps burning the grass beneath her with black energy. The massive amount of chi, it was like the thousand armed goddess, Kali.