8/10, just cool shit

“Hey, what are we hiding from?” Reno asked as he leaned in over Blake’s shoulder, trying to see what he was doing. “Yeah, Blake, tell us,” Destiny leaned over Blake’s other shoulder. “Are we punching someone in the face?” “Oh, I hope so!”  After Blake flipped the panel and pressed the button, nothing happened at first. It made sense. The elevator needed time to hit the bottom and then come back up. The group waited in silence for a few minutes.  “So, what brings you here?” Reno’s voice suddenly filled the empty room with a slight echo. “Well, I saw all of you, so I decided something fun was going on here,” Destiny’s response was quick and decisive.  “I wasn’t talking to you, girl,” Reno snapped. “I was talking to him,” He put his hand on top of Blake’s head and gently shook it for emphasis.  Before the questioning could go any further, the wall opened up once more, revealing the elevator. The teens shuffled in awkwardly. Thankfully for any claustrophobics among the group, the elevator was huge. While most regular elevators couldn’t hold more than 5 people, this elevator seemed big enough to hold upwards to a hundred people. Or perhaps several large vehicles. It might have been more accurate to call this a lift instead of an elevator. With a loud mechanical groaning, the elevator began to descend. The bright fluorescent lights illuminated the wide open space There were no windows, meaning the teens were blind the whole way down. A strange feeling of weightlessness bubbled up from their stomachs, letting them know they were going down instead of up.  After what seemed like forever, the elevator lurched to a stop, causing Reno to stumble. The doors slide open, revealing their destination. The doors opened up to a massive room. No, a room didn’t do it justice. It was as if they entered a giant cavern deep within the earth. The ceiling far above them seemed to be about five stories away while the room stretched out into the distance.  In the very center in the room was a large ring. The three ropes that surrounded it gave it the appearance of a wrestling, if a wrestling ring was nearly twice its normal size. Two paths extended out from the rings, each heading in opposite directions. It likely led backstage. A large wall surrounded the arena, and behind those walls were seating. It was obvious. They had walked into a battle arena.  The construction wasn’t complete, seeing as they could see construction crews wandering around, some working on setting up stands, and others working on installing giant screen TVs on the walls.  They suddenly heard an excited holler and the sounds of footsteps rapidly rushing down one of the paths that lead backstage. They saw Terry Tyranno running down the pathway, his speed honestly kind of scary for such a large man. He took a giant leap onto the ropes surrounding the wrestling ring before bouncing off of them.  He majestically soared through the air, striking several poses before landing in the dead center of the ring.  “Hey, this is looking good fellas!” He shouted out to the construction crews. “At this rate, we should be ready by the end of the week!”  He didn’t notice the students that wandered down here yet. His back was to them as he stared at the giant room with pride. These hopped up delinquents seemed void of thoughts. Devoid of pain. Devoid of anything but their most basic instincts. While that made them hard to put down, it did give everyone a slight advantage. They had extreme tunnel vision.  Flynn’s mighty dropkick struck the delinquent chasing down Casey. Unprepared for such a thing, the crazed man crumpled instantly, finally knocked out.  The delinquent thrashing beneath Nalu’s weight soon became still, sleep overtaking them.  The others were quickly neutralized by their fellow students' attacks and the sleeping gas Theodora mixed together. Some of the conscious students went around and dragged the knocked out delinquents’ bodies, laying them out into rows. It sort of resembled a graveyard, if one were to squint as they looked at the scene. Almost as quickly as it all began, it ended.  “What the hell was that all about…?” Casey muttered as she leaned against a chair, wiping sweat from her brow.  “Oh, you kids aren’t half bad!” A man, shorter than most of the students gathered, slowly made his way over. He wore a black suit, with a nice fancy hat. Sunglasses adorned his face, making it hard to figure out his expression. The students could see he was using a cane to help himself walk, which explained why he took so long to cross this relatively short distance. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s dead. That’s better than usual,” “Mr. Klein, please don’t talk like that. You’ll scare the freshmen,” A large man dressed in an ironed school uniform suddenly appeared behind the old man. The slight breeze going through the large man’s being and the old man’s clothes told everyone that there was no trickery in his sudden appearance, just sheer speed. He stood tall and proud, towering over everyone gathered in the field.  The uniform did little to hide the muscles the man had no doubt spent forever honing. The cloth wrapped around his hands spoke of countless fights he had been in. His mere presence seemingly broadcasted a simple truth. This man was strong. “Oh, don’t baby the freshmen, Ken!” A woman’s voice echoed out. She approached the group, twirling a large chain lazily. She was dressed in what could be assumed to be the girl’s version of a school uniform, although there were definitely modifications done to them to help her fight easier. The strapped mask around her mouth did little to muffle her voice.   “Ms. Walker,” Was Ken’s only reply.  “Asshole,” ‘Ms. Walker’ snapped back before looking back at the group. “Name’s Aife. Don’t let the stick up his ass tell you otherwise,” She walked over to the knocked out delinquents, giving them a good look over. “Don’t mind me, I’m just seeing if any of my posse’s here,” Her eyes narrowed as she looked over some of them.  There were definitely some of hers there. “I’m here for the same thing,” Ken admitted. “Mr. Klein will take you all on the school tour.” He informed in a pleasant tone. “Actually, Ken and Aife, I was wondering if you all could help these freshmen out,” Mr. Klein stated. “Some of them are obviously really injured, and we all know my old bones don't let me move around like I used to...," “Old bones my ass,” Aife muttered.  “I don’t think Ms. Petrucci will appreciate all this extra work…” Ken muttered softly. “I suppose I can help her out with the medical treatment. If she lets me,” He scooped up six of the delinquents into his arms, setting them into piles of three on his shoulders. “I’d appreciate any help you freshmen might give us.” Aife simply clicked her tongue as she scooped up two delinquents.  “Yeah, sure, help is good,” Casey went to attempt to pick up one of the last two delinquents before she suddenly fell over. “Ah, shit. I forgot I was even injured,” She tried to laugh it off even as she clutched her shoulder. It seems she lost her strength after that adrenaline rush.  “Oh yes, before you all go, do you mind telling me what happened here?” Mr. Klein called out to the freshmen class. “I didn’t quite see what happened before. You all were already fighting these goons before I got here. I’ll need to know for the report,” It seemed the fight was truly over. The atmosphere settled into an uncomfortable air, the kind that would settle as people looked at the aftermath of a destructive storm. At least those that came afterwards seemed willing to help. Any questions lingering on their minds were sure to be answered.    OOC