Pangea Academy's Number One! (BOOK 1)

Secrets Can't Be Hidden Forever!

I walked through the empty halls. Who knew being a #2 let's you monitor the school hallways during class time? I like it. I walked by each door, glaring in. Most of the students didn't notice me, but the few who did shrunk down. I like having that power. 

A loud boom echoed through the halls, nobody heard it besides me. 

I sighed.

It's probably a fight.

I suppose just my presence itself would make them stop and quiver with fear.  As I rounded the corner... There was nobody. 

Strange.

 BAM! Another boom.

 It's coming from one of the many doors lined up in the hallway. I peered into the glass of each door. 

Office. Office. Office. #1 and UN. Office. 

Wait.

What?

I zipped backwards to the door that was left slightly ajar, and peeked in. #1 was on the ground, some blood seeped from his mouth, and he panted crazily.

"A punch. A simple punch from my fist. Knocked you down. You're weak."

"You used your power on me first-!" #1 argued.

"Ah, but Mr. Moscow's punch is approximately 12 times faster and 15 times harder, if he's not trying. You want to battle him?"

"Just let me use my power. You're the one making me weak!" 

"Your power is berserk! Only a madman would allow you to use it!" UN yelled.

"You are a madman." #1 murmured.

"No. BACKTALK!" #1 grabbed his head and started going all crazy like before. UN stopped finally and #1 was on all fours panting hard. "There is someone else." SHIT! I got up.

"Uh-... Hello, Mr. UN!" I greeted with a quick smile plastered on my face. He grabbed my arm roughly and tugged me into the room. He locked the door behind us. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. What the hell!? My head hurts like shit. I grabbed the sides of it. And it... stopped.

"You saw everything. EVERYTHING." UN slammed his fist onto his desk. "God damn it..."

"Sir. Look, I'm sor-"

"I don't need your half-assed apology Mr. Moscow." He whispered. "I'm gonna drain your memory..."

"Headmaster UN! You can't!" The American, who was just on the ground, shot up.

"America, I would've thought you knew by now that you CAN'T ORDER ME AROUND!"  He launched at the #1, fists bared for an unholy punch. I activated my power, and stopped his punch midway.

"I don't think it's in your jurisdiction to beat students." I growled, throwing his hand back at him.

He stared at me with wild eyes, before they lightened. "You're right. My apologies Mr. District Columbia." He finally settled down.

"I don't think an apology can just-" I got elbowed by #1.

"Shove it, Russia Moscow." He whispered harshly, "It's fine, Headmaster." I looked at him worriedly, he... he doesn't seem like the type of person to forgive easily.

"I need you to tell NOBODY. Russia Moscow. NOT A SOUL." UN emphasized.

"I won't," UN sighed, "IF you answer a few questions for me." They both stiffened. What can I say? I love a good deal.