Powers Ch. 02

Once again team Asia was up there waiting for us. We had a plan though. Sacrifice Jack to spread them apart, then Em and Jen take one side and I take the other. If anyone can get to Lisa, do it. I walked up to my spot. Jack was on the captain spot with Frenchy behind him, ready to Power him up.

Lisa walked up to the same spot on the other team. I gave her a quick wave and all the people on her team threw glances. Maybe I could use that? I blew her a quick kiss. She seemed mad but all her teammates all of a sudden looked worried.

The match started. Both batteries charged up the captains and into the middle they went. Jack screamed a battle cry at the top of his lungs and then he charged into their team and it worked. Two of them jumped back and two of them met Jack head on. He brought them all down in a pile. I went straight for the right dude that jumped back. Em took the left and Jenny was a cruiser missile for Lisa. It was almost like she was jealous. Jack got understandably crushed, but the rest of us took down our prey.

We pulled back and I took the captain spot. It was time to showboat. The real reason was that we were tired, and KarateKa+Small Girl were scary efficient when working together but the audience didn't know that. They roared as the beast. In their eyes, instead of bullying up on them four versus two, we were giving them a fair fight.

Karateka walked up to their captain's mark and I tested the waters with a low kick. He intercepted it and stomped down hard with his right sole. Fuck that hurts. Stupid Thai Boxing blocks. He was supposed to be a karateka? All of a sudden I was worried. Was everything up to now a fake? Was he really a Thai Boxer? I was spiraling down into the pit of self-doubt. I started to jab to feel him out and danced around him. He just waved them off with his front arm.

There were some sparks flying around as glove hit glove. Then his back arm shot out. It was a ridiculously fast and Powerful drill blow. I jumped back as my shield cracked. I was safe though, its reach wasn't enough to trigger my defense suit and now I had him.

I gripped his right arm and pushed it back, using his own reflex to pull it back against him. Getting him off balance was everything. I crashed into him and clinched. From there it was easy to sweep the legs. He went down and that was all they wrote for him.

Jenny or Em had taken care of the last girl by then and the crowd went wild. There were spread out cries for us by name. Someone called down, "Please marry me!" Most just called us American five over and over again, while part of the audience kept chanting, "USA! USA! USA!"

***

The next day I found one of the professor that was researching locks and went to his lecture. It was information that went over my head but, like a lot of other students, I stayed behind to ask questions. I waited until everyone had left since it was personal.

This professor was an middle age guy with no hair on his head, including his missing eyebrows. He walked around in a lab coat with a bunch of holes and black stains.

"What can I do for you Malgaverius?"

"Please call me Mal. I was wondering about locks." He stared at me waiting for me to continue. "I was wondering if there was anyway to know if you've broken your locks?"

"Theoretically you can measure energy levels before trying to break the locks and measure energy level after, but that's not what you're asking is it? No, you're one of the ones having trouble breaking your locks?"

I nodded and he whistled.

"You won the newbie brawl without breaking your locks? That's impressive."

"I broke two of them, but I'm not sure about the third."

"Oh ok, and you've tried?" I nodded, my cheeks began to burn. "Tell me what you know about locks and I'll fill in the blanks."

"Powers have three locks..."

"Wait, already there you're a bit wrong. We don't really know how many locks a person have, here in the christian world it's three since that's our holy number. You know, the father, the son and the holy ghost. In scientific terms we usually call it the three adult locks. We break locks all the time as we grow up but I digress. What's the purpose of a lock?"

"It limits the amount of energy we can produce."

"And why is that a good thing?"

"Kids without control over their emotions could hurt themselves."

"So why are you worried about breaking the third lock? If you can't break it yet that means you haven't grown strong enough to handle the Power, so stop worrying about it. It'll happen when it happens, all you can do is train and wait for it to break. Freaking out gives you nothing. Now, that's my quota for fatherly advice, scram."

***

Two weeks passed by in the blink of an eye. Most first years were groaning over how tough this place was, but Alex had prepared me well. Four hours of school and four hours of training was half of what I had done before.

In the solo competition, I went down to a third year, or more to exhaustion than him, but he fought well and kept me down. Twelve wins in a row was still impressive to other people.

I can't help but watch the Rankers and demand what they have. I deserve it.

In the duo, Jack had Frenchy and Em had Jen, so I was going to sit out. Like always, I made plans and Em laughed. She used her connections in church and a knock out beautiful Italian girl, Arianna, from the third year, asked to team up. You would have to be dead, dumb or uninterested in women to say no to her.

She was a Battery, so there was no communication issue. She Powered me up and sat back as I went on a spree. Every time we won, she would jump on me with the pure joy of a yellow. She kept putting my head between her beautiful breasts. She called it, "tactical motivation."

It made it an even bigger heartbreak when we lost the sixth fight. She was content; six wins were enough points for her to buy the new TV she had saved for.

We got ice cream. It was like I was sore loser or something. She got the message and we talked about anything but the fight, which eventually led to asking me about my beliefs. I told the truth. I only went to church so Em had company, "And you like this Em?" She looked jealous and, as the sicko I am, it made me feel better.

"I like her: she's my only friend and has a beautiful soul. I don't like, like her." She nodded, then her hand reached out and linked with mine. Sitting there in a ice cream parlor and holding hands was a great experience.

"Do you want to come watch a movie at my place?" She just looked at me, her eyebrows raised and she smirked. "Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. You said you didn't have a TV, and --- well --- I do. You can pick the film, and I have a big couch. I won't lie, I hope for cuddling, but if you don't feel like it, don't worry. I'll cry myself to sleep either way."

She picked a cheesy Italian love film. It wasn't half bad. The love scenes were a bit award, but she cuddled into me and I held her tight.

After the film was done I walked her to her apartment, being a Battery had its perks. No shared bathroom or kitchen for her.

I kissed her goodnight. Her lips tasted like cherry chopstick. When I let go it felt like she wasn't satisfied. I walked away and shot a quick glance behind me. She was still standing there, watching me. So I turned around, took the two steps and kissed her. Our lips mashed together as I pulled her closer. Then she kissed me and she threw her whole body into the kiss. I let my energy shoot through her and she responded. Her energy was a lightning inferno, throwing everything into me. I felt stronger, more Powerful. It was euphoric.

I took all her energy and mixed it with mine and sent it back into her. She started to scream nonsense in Italian. Probably meant I was doing a good job. She held on tight as I carried her up the floors. The third floor had her name on one of the doors. She handed me the keys and told me something in a pleading tone.

When I opened the door I was met by a large Italian flag. She was proud of where she was from. Her apartment was two rooms and a kitchen, not that I cared. I found the bedroom and gently set her down on the edge of the bed. She leaned back and pulled me down on top of her. Her hands pulled on my t-shirt and I quickly did the same.

***

There's no sleeping in for church people. I tried to convince my Arianna to stay in bed, but it was hopeless.

***

"I know you're in there and I won't go away!" Em was pounding on my door as I walked back in the hallway.

"No I'm not." She turned around and looked at me suspiciously.

"Morning training? No, you wouldn't, only mom could convince you to get up early." Then the light in her eyes ignited. "The walk of shame." I shrugged my shoulders. "It so is! Good job, partner. Who was the lucky lady?"

I cleared my throat and did my best Em impersonation. "I don't kiss and tell, but I'm having a second date with the Italian beauty, Arianna, from church."

"First, that's a terrible accent, never do it again. Secondly, great job. So you're coming to church?"

"Are you coming over for another movie night?"

"No. You got the weirdest taste in films."

"Then I'm sad to say, I'm otherwise occupied and can't come with you."

"Fine, blackmailer, I'll give you one more chance. If this movie is horrendous I get to pick the next one."

"Sounds fair. I need a shower, let yourself in."

***

There were more people in church this week, and most of the new ones were hot girls dressed to impress. There were some really bold choices and I could feel the excitement die as I hugged Arianna and left for brunch. Em tagged along and when we got to the place Jack and Frenchy were already there, enjoying the eggs and bacon. All of us loaded up at the buffet. I went for the almost full English only skipping out on the beans. My plate was overloaded with eggs bacon and two buttered scones. It was heaven.

Halfway through devouring this mountain of food I almost choked on a sausage, as there was a strange sensation on my foot and electricity shot up my leg, targeting my member. My eyes went wide; Arianna was done eating and had a devilish grin on her face, that little biatch. We held eye contact and I slowly took another bite. As the food entered my mouth another bolt of energy went through me. Oh, this meant war. I took another bite and prepared for it. When her foot touched mine I released the energy I had been holding and there was no holding back. Everyone around the table felt the shock. Arianna had no poker face, so slowly everyone put it together and stared at me.

"What? She started it. I just wanted to eat my food in peace."

"I didn't." Arianna was red around her cheeks and breathing loudly. I'd hit all her sweet spots.

I slowly took out her lightning yellow energy and let it bounce between my fingers. "So that's your story? Would be a shame if I could prove you a liar. Hey, Em?"

"Nuh-Uh, partner, don't mix me into your weird sex games." Em backed away as I reached out my hand towards her. "How do you do that?"

"What? You can do this too. I've seen you do it thousands of times."

"With my own energy, yeah. How are you doing it with hers?" I shrugged and took another bite of my food. The gentle buzz around the table grew quiet. Everyone was staring at me when I looked up.

"I don't know."

"It might be his mutation." Arianna chimed in. The table shifted their focus from me. The silence was deafening, screaming 'Explain!' "You know --- mutations. Oh newbies, everyone's unique. We all have small abilities that let us stand out. Most get to the third year before they figure them out. For example, I can send my Power through clothes without losing any energy." She zapped me under the table and by touching my hand to prove her point. But really she just shot two bolts of energy into my member.

Em immediately went, "Wow, that's so cool!" All the others were more focused on what their own mutations were. Trying to figure out where your own Power differed from the rest was the road to crazy town.

"Or I'm just very good at linking my energy to hers and controlling it that way." Now that we had skin contact I sent back all Arianna's energy, targeting the area around her clit without hitting it directly and she groaned.

Jack and Frenchy cast a quick glance at each other and Jack said, "All right, we're done here, see you at two for warm up." They walked away hand in hand. Em looked sadly at them as they walked away.

"I thought you and him were dating?"

She snapped back out of her daydream. "What? No. We had one date, nothing more."

"Do you want to date him?" Em was struggling for an answer when her phone rang, saved by the bell. It was Jenny and she left while taking it, running away from the interrogation.

That left me alone with Arianna, and she had been naughty. I rose up and she did the same. Then I took my plate and went for seconds, as I passed by her, my hand caressed her neck, sending sparks through her body. The gloves were off.

When I got back with a bunch of pancakes for dessert with fresh strawberries she was seething in her seat. Once again my hand touched her neck and the energy went through her. Torture by pleasure is still torture. Arianna looked ready to stick a knife in me. I slowly ripped a small piece of a pancake, dipped it in syrup, and fed it to her. As I did my right hand touched her cheek and the electricity surged through her. Both her hands went down to the table and she held on tight.

Arianna was losing control. Her panting got louder and her hands started to tremble. Our mouths met and my right hand went down under the table. I stole some of her energy and then I tested to send it through her pants. It went straight through. That was nifty. Our kissing got deeper as my hand walked up her thigh to her clit. She broke the kiss and then she pleaded,

"Don't use my energy. It feels so much better with yours!"

My pinky snuck up under her blouse and touched her midriff, giving me free reign to send my energy at her clit. Arianna grimaced and bit down hard, doing everything she could to keep quiet. She reacted so much stronger now than last night. "People are starting to look funny." Lies, no one had noticed a thing. "It might be better to stop now and continue later."

"You wouldn't dare!" Her whisper carried all the rage of a red. I was dead if I stopped. Does the shame help her get off?

"Maybe you would like to be the school slut? So proper on the outside but inside you do anything to get off, don't you?" Her convulsions started and my left hand held her mouth as she moaned out her pleasure. "That's a good girl."

***

I finished my pancakes and then I carried Arianna up to my room. She was very happy with me and showed me her skills with her mouth. At 14:05 she dropped me off at our warm up with a fond kiss. Either I imagined it or Jenny was properly pissed off. Jenny, Em and I were all high in the individual ranking, so our team got four free wins, letting us go up against a top second year team in our first fight.

They had clearly seen our fights in the newbie competition, so when Jack went charging in they all pounced him, and from there we were in for a rough ride. I knocked out one, but during that time we lost Frenchy. The 'shuffle them to the bull tactic' didn't work.

Jenny got impatient and charged at them. They had seen how I dealt with that as well, and a hammer fist combo later she was out. Em and I fought back to back for a while, but eventually numbers always win.

In end I popped three of them, leaving me at a total of 76. It would get tougher in the future as my ranking went up and we got more free wins, but 300 take outs in 11 more competitions sounded doable.

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Thank you for reading part two of this tale. Come back next week for part 3. If you're wondering who the Rebels are? Well you're out of luck. I won't tell you until part 5.

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