the Horrible Life Of A Superhero part 4
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I looked around frantically. He couldn't possibly have read my name. Maybe some other Jayla Fraden? I hadn't even entered my name! Wait. Yes I had. The last day of school, when me and Tara were looking forward to a long time of doing nothing. We were laughing, and she dared me to put my name in the cup.

the Horrible Life Of A Superhero part 4

Technically part 2 of part 3, but whatever.

I looked around frantically. He couldn't possibly have read my name. Maybe some other Jayla Fraden? I hadn't even entered my name!

Wait. Yes I had. The last day of school, when me and Tara were looking forward to a long time of doing nothing. We were laughing, and she dared me to put my name in the cup.

She said she would put her name in too. High on happiness, I did it. I was a stupid fool to do so, and I spent the next night awake, terrified. I eventually forgot about it, as the days went by.

And now I am paying the price of my idiocy. A ripple of laughter spreads throughout the stands. They all know who I am, and I'm not too popular after this morning's incident. Not that I ever was.

Administration stands up, and begins waving, signaling they they say no. Probably because I was in the infirmary yesterday. I sink with relief. I'm not going to die.

Until some idiot teleports me into the arena. The bubble goes, up, no one can save me unless they reach the big purple button.

Administration is far from the button, and no one else wants to save me. I am trapped. The troll is released.

Crap.

Crap.

Crap.

I am going to die. I start running. The troll roars, it's stinky breath almost stopping me in my tracks. Then it lumbers after me.

Administration is slowly moving towards the button. I just have to stay alive until then. I run, and, without looking back, shoot a firebolt over my shoulder.

Another roar, this time of pain, tells me I've hit my mark. With a target that size, how could I not?

I've bought myself a few seconds. I continue to shoot firebolts, the fire getting weaker each time. My heart beats madly in my chest, which is funny, because it means I am still alive. For now.

I can't keep this up. Administration is barely halfway to the button, and I'm about to collapse. Laughter is still going around the stadium. Anger burns through me. They want to see my die.

I run a bit faster and turn around. For the first time, I get a good look at the troll.

He has green-grey skin, which is healthy for a troll. His massive, bulbous nose, takes up the most of his enormous face, and beady eyes and a small mouth compete for space.

His clothes are normalish, a t-shirt and shorts, but they are ripped and discoloured. His feet are bare, and they have several warts on them. In fact, he has many warts on his whole body.

He is completely disgusting. Also well over twenty feet tall.

Another round of laughter gives me the strength, the anger I need to summon a massive fireball. I make another dragon, and, for the first time, a shadow dragon. Together they fly at the troll.

The troll falls back, landing in the sand with a heavy thump. The dragons combine. They become bigger, stronger, and exponentially more powerful. They are out of my control.

I am losing my hold over my power again. I am fighting a losing battle. The forces wage a war in me, dragging me in, and pushing me out. They have control. I am losing.

I lost.

The forces push out of me, looking to destroy, to hurt, to kill. The troll writhes and shrieks in pain. No one is laughing anymore. I have a wicked smile on my face.

I cloak myself in darkness, and laugh manically. I rise above the stands. People start screaming and running towards the exits. Panic and horror grow inside me, but they are quickly pushed away.

Who needs emotions when you are this powerful?

I raise a finger, and the exits are blocked by shadows. I raise my hand. I could set the world aflame. I am going to burn it all down.

I make a fire phoenix, big and strong, that protects me from the blasts of powers that students and teachers are sending at me.

I send shadows dancing along the stands, and fire monsters to get the apprentices in the arena. I am so, so powerful.

I hear someone shout;

"Water! Get her with WATER!"

I panic. Water will dilute me. And then my normal thoughts return, desperate for the freedom that starts with water.

But I am being controlled, I don't want water! I start to put up a fire shield, to stop any water that may come my way.

But waves are crashing over me, sending me drifting into dream world. Again, the fie and the shadow slink away from me, and release control.

I'm awake just long enough to feel the pain as I crash back down, into the sand.

I can hear the yells of apprentices, and the thump of feet as they come running towards me. As everything goes dark for the second time this week, I know they are going to kill me.

Because I am danger to everyone.

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