Werner

      It was a crowded afternoon at the Kyla, with myriads of students packed around large, circular wooden tables lifting mugs filled with brightly colored energy drinks to their lips. Around one of those tables sat Werner Ryhma, Neal Groep, Dustin Rajongo, Tim Buzi, Chris Venatio, and the others of the group. Neal slammed both of his fists down against the thick wooden table so that everyone else had to grab their drinks to keep them from spilling.
      "I've done it, I found the thing that will beat the champions," Neal bellowed. He looked over at Chris, "or should I say that Chris has found a way to beat the Champions?"
       “I thought dark energy was going to beat the Champions,” Dustin said, but was ignored.
      Chris reached under the table and pulled out a strange contraption of a gun, throwing to the middle of the table so that everybody had to protect their drinks again. It looked more like a rifle, with a long gray pipe for a barrel, one handle in the middle and one at the end, strange dials and knobs hanging out in various places and with a silvery ball at one end.
      "Well, aren't any of you going to ask what it does?" Neal growled.
      "Alright, what does it do?" Werner asked. His wiry face showed a bold, confident smile.
      Chris smiled back in response, his scholarly face looking pleased. "I'm glad you asked."
      "Are we going to use that against the champions?" Dustin asked tentatively, looking nervously at the weapon.       "I've called it 'The Rupter'," Chris said proudly. "It will do real bad things to the Champions."
      "Like what?" Werner piped up, still sporting an eager, confident smile.
      Neal reached the burly hand across the table and grabbed strange instrument, sitting back down, and pointing it directly at Werner. Gasps were heard around the table. Dustin, Chris, and Tim set their energy drinks down and stared at Neal.
      "What are you doing?" Tim asked apprehensively.
      "Yeah, what are you doing?" Werner repeated. His smile was gone, but his face still displayed a cocky residue.
      "I saw you with them," Neal growled. "I saw you talking with the Champions."
      "I- I wasn't s- saying anything to them," Warner stuttered. All confidence was suddenly gone.
      "What are you going to do?" Dustin asked wide- eyed. “You aren't going to fire that at him?”
      Neal answered by squeezing the long, spindly trigger. Black light flashed brightly across the table hitting Werner directly in the chest. The only immediate reaction, however, was Werner pushing away from the table, his eyes flashing violent anger. "I'm getting out of here," he yelled.
      They all watched him as he stomped across the crowded area, pushing several students out of his way before shoving the door to the exit open.
      "Where's he going? Will he go over to the champions?" Dustin asked. “What if he tells them about it?”
      Chris shook his head, "No, I don't think he'll be able to do that anymore."

Narration provided by Howard Douglas, based on discussions with Mario Rassembler.

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