Class Dictator

Elite Wave

Lincoln was trying his best to have a chance. However, due to Tyson's superior strength, he was soon on the ground as a lone drop of blood came from his nose. Tyson puts his foot over his head, similar to what he did to me in the storage room.

"We could have ended, Renolds!" His voice is a angered shout. "You just had to be a hero! I'm gonna end your fairy tale!" His boot raises as Lincoln's head lays pointed in my direction.

Before Tyson stomps his foot down, a figure leaps onto him with all of his wight. Tyson falls to one knee as the man throws punches wildly. As his blows rain down, the figure's bandana comes loose to reveal his face. It's Kyle.

Rachel and I, as well as many other onlookers, lowered our guard and witness the clash. Some only heard of Kyle as a myth, others thought he just disappeared. Now, he was using all of his energy to pummel the arguably best clique leader.

Out of the cluster of a forming crowd, a red haired girl rushes to the two in a huff. "Stephanie?" I hear Rachel say softly.

As she reaches them behind Kyle, Stephanie pulls his arm and spins him around. Kyle turns and only looks enraged at her. Before any of can process the image in front of us, Stephanie pulls her hand back and delivers an echoing slap. This causes Kyle's head to jolt to the side.

Gasp are heard around the clearing. All he does is turn with hatred coloring his eyes. "Bitch!" he screams. He then responds with a more powerful slap that leaves Stephanie on the ground. She's barely moving as Lincoln still lays unconscious beside her. Nobody is fighting now. They are too shocked to.

For what appears to be no reason, Kyle tumbles to his knees. I glance over and see Gwen holding a slingshot. She got him. Derrick then comes from the crowd with his bat. Before he reaches Kyle, a loud bang erupts from him with a blinding light. After everyone's vision comes back, Kyle is gone.

Derrick stands confused. Just as quickly as it ended, people are ready to fight again. We run to Derrick through the crowd and try to figure where Kyle went. "Where the hell is he?!" Derrick yells over the shouts and yells around us.

"I don't know," is all I say.

Just then, all nameless shout in unison, "Elite Wave!" A mass of people in white jackets flood coat the clearing's perimeter. The move in and either order people to leave the park or they're swallowed by the mass and carried out. After a few resistance met with no falter, the begin to leave on their own will. They strangely carry out and nameless although they are allies.

I look over them as the close into us. They hold down a bucking Joel who yells at them for grabbing Amy. "Let go of her, bastards!"

Derrick looks in the opposite direction to see them pinning Gwen to the ground. "Derrick!" she screams. He runs to her as we follow. Soon, we reach the white wall of people and get caught in their grasp.

The collect us all in the clearing's center as others carry Lincoln, Stephanie, and Tyson out of the park. The all seem so defeated. We probably don't look better. The six of us are lined up on our knees as the Elite are the only ones left in the park. A man and two women in hoods present themselves in front of us. The man, who stands in the middle, squats in front of me.

He's motionless for a while. "I'm not some dumb addict." He removes his hood. "I'm a clever addict."

"Quinn?" Derrick says beside me.