Chapter 2: Chapter 2: First Impressions

As I lay my gaze upon the city scape it's already bustling, cars, people and other things fill the streets. This isn't unnatural to me but its more so odd, to not watch my every step and look for my target. To be an outsider to society but to be a part of the crowd as a normal member of society. I take a moment to take it all in before remembering that I'm late, panic over takes me as I once more take off down the street towards my objective like an arrow let loose from the bow of an master archer, speeding towards the target. As I make my way through the crowd of people and push past I hear protests and curses directed towards me. I pay them little mind as each person is just an obstacle in my path, keeping me from my current objective. I sink into the alley way and make sure my backpack is tightened before rushing up the fire escape to get to an..... easier path. I reach the top of the escapes and climb to the roof, looking at the rooftops that are in front of me, each one a stepping stone to my goal. Upon looking at my current path I quickly tighten my shoes and take a running start to the ledge. As the ball of my foot feels the edge of the corner I use my strength propell myself forward, launching me to the next roof top with ease and making the six yard jump look easy as I tumble to the ground and pop back up with my momentum still with me. This continues for about eight more buildings, this short cut lacerates the time it would have taken me to get to school, in a matter of 10 minuets I arrive at the school. A few minuets early but nonetheless early. Weeping Willow Academy, this school is one of the highest ranked schools in the world for both its academics and sports, the funny thing is when I asked how was their football or lacrosse they just laughed. I decide to head to my home room to drop my stuff off, thinking it best to introduce myself to the teacher anyhow. As I descend down the steps not making a noise, I begin to hear a few strange noises. These noises consist of some pump up music, grunting and the sound of a body taking blows, as well as the smell of sweat drifting through the halls and still getting stronger as I try to fin the source. As I near closer to the noises and smell I look at the walls to see if there are any clues of what might be going on. My gaze is adverted as I see a little plate that reads "Training Room". I look at the doors that lie in front of me and listen close to what lies inside. Controlled heavy breathing, sweat dripping off a body, the swinging of a punching bag, all this and feet bouncing off the floor. My curiosity gets the best of me as I slide back the door and poke my head in I'm met with the sight of a muscular red head girl with a ponytail whom is mercilessly pounding a punching bag. Her form is tightly tucked with her feet light on the ground, ready to move at any moment before a jab is delivered to its target, if it where another it would have struck the sternum. After the jab came a left hook then backing away for the tight form, ready to dodge and take hits. I stand there and watch, taking mental notes and analyzing her every move. Sinking back into a defensive position he guard is quickly thrown off as she notices I'm watching. As the guard is dropped the bag comes swinging back and knocking her off balance, she yelps and falls to the ground and lands on her ass. I can't help but chuckle as such a terrific focus was broken so easy. I walk over to her and offer my hand to her as a gesture of good will when suddenly the world is spinning and now I'm flat on my ass with a fist in my face. The girl is already standing with a fire in her eyes, I'm confused as usual and it took all my mental strength to not react to her putting me to the ground. She controls her breathing more and smiles,