BloodsportJackSorensonIntro2
From Create Your Own Story
You're not sure whose lunch you replaced, but you hope it was Miss Grey's. It would be hilarious, because you're pretty sure she's never touched the stuff in her life.
Speaking of Miss Grey, the bottle blonde babe was demonstrating stretches for the class. Your eyes were glued to her body as it flexed and bent. As was the eyes of every straight male and lesbian.
Speaking of lesbians... you think to yourself.
Eric's sister, Erin, was whispering something while staring at Miss Grey. Probably one of her love spells. Erin was into both magic and her gym teacher, and she would often try to use one to get the other.
Miss Grey shouted for the class to switch exercises, causing your head to snap back toward her.
She calls up a random boy and girl to help her demonstrate the next set. Both look apprehensive, but neither have a choice. You and the rest of the class laugh, making it worse and funnier. The teacher assists the girl first, pulling her arms high and legs outward.
The teacher smiles encouragingly, nodding. "Very good! You've got it."
The boy takes up the spot to Miss Grey's left, and all three begin.
"Start!"
You mimic the movements without thinking about it. You add a little flourish to your moves, trying to look smooth. As you concentrate, your gaze falls away from the front.
One, two. One, two. One, two.
You count the rest as well, twenty in all.
You breath deep as you finish. Your performance is flawless.
As you turn your head forward again, the lights dim and flicker. The class collectively gasps. The lights die out for several moment. The gym goes pitch black.
"What the..." You wave a hand infront of yourself, and you realize that it's 1 pm. I should be able to see just fine. A power outage can't block the sun from the windows.
Without realizing, you inhale deeply. The sharp intake of breath hurts your lungs. You cough and force the air out.
The light returns a moment later.
Miss Grey is gone.
Confront Erin. She might be responsible
| Bloodsport. | ||
| I Am: | Jack S. | I'm In:
The Gym. |
| I Feel: | Fine. | |
| Kills: | N/A. | |
