"Cough, Excuse Me!" The teacher’s voice suddenly cut through the anticipation I was hoping to build and nearly made me break the carefully created "Hero" mask I was wearing.
"Yes, Ma’am, what can I do for you?" I asked, acting like a perfectly well-mannered young lad…total bullshit on my part, but MEH, what can I do? I need these little fuckers out of here so that I can at least say I helped someone in order to get my brother off my back.
"Um…Major Hero…sir…student…young man… I don’t know what I’m supposed to call you…" The teacher was a middle-aged woman who was VERY CLEARLY wearing a wig that looked like a fluffy cat tail, the sight of which forced me to hold back my laughter yet caused me to smile broadly instead in an amicable manner.
"You can call me Nexus, that’s my Hero name after all,"
"Okay, Major Nexus…we are on the second floor, and not everyone is athletic enough to climb down from here."
’No shit, you don’t say, Miss, I had a whole box of snack cakes for lunch today, shit you’re like 45, but based on what I see in your trash can, you eat nothing but junk food, everyone here but you would be able to jump down without so much as a sprained ankle, huh I wonder how high that round ass of yours would bounce off the ground.’ Of course, I only thought that and didn’t say it aloud, nor even show it on my face.
Instead, I quickly gave her a sufficient answer.
"Easy peasy, I will be making a small staircase for you guys with my ability. Will that be okay?"
"That should work; thank you, Major Nexus. I am sure the students will appreciate your assistance." She said with a proud look as if it were all her idea.
"It’s no problem at all; I am here to help after all; now then, let’s get down to business," Turning back around and facing the wall, I used my arms to roughly measure out the size of the hole I wanted to punch in the concrete and took two steps back before dropping into a fighting stance.
"Geomancy…." Speaking in a clear tone so that the entire class could hear me, I took control over all the dirt I had been dropping since the moment I stepped into the room.
In a fantastic and magical display, a bathtub amount of dirt rose up from the ground. It began circling me, giving me the image that I was going for, a powerful superhero with amazing and versatile power.
I needed this to be flashy so that it overrode the mental trauma today had done to the students. I was all in now, and there was no turning back. The media was going to know about the presence of Talents or Powers regardless of what I did, but I needed to establish a hierarchy and split the world into black and white.
That way, I could freely move even with people who knew about the existence of comic book-style heroes running around. Even better, I laid the groundwork and pushed all the explanations on the Government, more so the United States Army, as it would be their job to deal with the fallout of what was happening here.
Even in the 1990s, the American people were more inclined to shrug off unexplainable things so long as it was a product of the Military or Government; just look at UFOs and other Unexplained phenomena; they had been dumped on the Government for decades; why not add to that list.
By allowing these 20-something kids to survive, the game of telephone would begin, and soon enough, the world would know that America has superheroes, allowing for not only myself but other Returners to have a plausible explanation for their actions to an extent.
This was something I didn’t want, but it was my only course of action because if not, there was a strong possibility that Brenden, our Father, and I would be hunted down like freaks if ever our identities were leaked.
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So long as Nexus, Marek, and JaxRett were champions of public opinion, we would basically be untouchable.
With the ring of dirt swirling around me, I waved my arms around in a manner befitting a kung-fu expert and activated my next skill.
"Geo-Spike," and suddenly, all that dirt transformed into forty razor-sharp, one-foot long, skinny needle-like spikes, and with a slashing motion, I fired all of them into the concrete wall, forming the shape of a rectangle box.
With a soft slicing sound, the spikes buried themselves deep into the concrete before penetrating the other side while leaving approximately only three inches of spikes hanging out on our side of the wall.
"Okay, first step done; I’m sure plenty of you are wondering why I didn’t just blast a hole in the wall, well that’s simple: I already made too much noise kicking in the door, and I don’t wanna alert anyone about this too, so I gotta take the long route, for safety purposes." With that said, I drew my Eskrima sticks from the back-mounted holsters and dashed forward before slamming my weapons down on the first two spikes, causing them to completely shoot through and leaving a one-inch perfectly round hold where the spikes once sat.
From there, I repeated the process of bashing the spikes through the wall, all the while keeping my speed to a minimum so that the students could see my every move, hell I was even being extra flashy, throwing in some weapon twirls and flipping around as I moved from one spike to the next playing whack-a-mole.
Meanwhile, I could hear the soft murmurs from the students; the girls were all in awe, some even calling me handsome, which made me cringe internally because, honestly, I felt fucking stupid, an experience I never got when putting on my acts as Xipher as they were meant to instill terror not adoration.
The whole thing was making me more and more uncomfortable as time went on, and by the time I finished up three minutes later and turned around, I could practically see the hearts in the eyes of some of the female students.