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A day in the life of Warp



This story takes place before Justin ever came to the mansion, giving you the reader a peek into the hard headed, closet geek, portal throwing mutants former life






"Use the keyblade, defeat the heartless, save kingdom Hearts...." The voice rang out. The only thing he could see was the mural on which he stood. It was of a girl with beautiful eyes, brown red hair and a slender frame. "Kairi." He realized. She was staring off into the sunset, the waves lapping at her ankles, she was waiting... waiting for him. He reached down as if to stroke her cheek only to have the glass shatter under his touch. His heart rushed to his throat as he fell, the darkness rushing up around him, swallowing him. He cried out in surprise, reaching out trying to grab onto something, anything to save him. Suddenly there was light! Light everywhere! It was warm, dancing, glowing and encircling his hand as if it where alive. He realized he had stopped falling, against all reason he was floating! The light keeping him aloft, saving him from drowning in the ravenous darkness. His eyes wandered, up trying to focus on the light that was keeping him alive. He couldn't believe his eyes! The very thing keeping him up, bathing the area in light, and saving him from the dark was the keyblade! He could feel its light in has hand, so warm, so powerful....

SCREEECH SCREECH SCREECH!

Justin's world exploded in a wall of sound, his alarm clock blaring out its war cry wrenching him from one of his favorite dreams. He rolled over fighting the overwhelming urge to simply smash the snooze button as the time assaulted his eyes in its neon red. 6:00

"I hate mornings." He grumbled managing to roll himself out of the bed and almost collapsing on the floor. He found his sauna suit and warm ups hanging from the chair by his bed where they always where. He slowly slid the suite on first, then the sweat pants, finally the sweatshirt.
"Why do i put myself through this crap?" He asked himself looking up to heaven as if searching for an answer, his eyes falling upon the plaque finding the answer. The image depicted two guys grappling each other, the words '119lb State Wrestling champion' reminding him why he put himself through the pain everyday.

"I can get in at least three miles this morning, i only have six pounds to lose by Friday." He reasoned,, the blue glow of hims gaming computer casting an odd aura over his room as he left. The air was frigid, the crisp December morning chill penetrating even his multiple layers. With a quick stretch to loose up his sleep ridden limbs he set off on his morning endurance routine.

Madison was a small town, hidden away within the tobacco fields of North Carolina, only a few stop lights and everyone generally knew everyone else. If you were lucky the average tourist would look out the window and notice the lone water tower that served as a marker, a sentry guarding the line between Virginia and NC. His school was nothing exciting, 2A only 2000 students at best but it had a legacy, a regionally known wrestling program and a coach who knew more about the sport than most Olympians. You could travel anywhere within four states in any direction and they knew West Rock High. The team was less than ten years old but had put out six state champs and one three team titles, putting more than a dozen names in the national scene.

The trail of fog left from Justin,s breath traced his route around the long run. The paperman giving Justin his usual wave to the overly dedicated boy. Justin kept his unusually fast pace to the tune of crawling by Linkin Park current blaring through his Nano. Just gotta push, it, blow out a lung, beat myself down and build it back up. He kept reminding himself. His knee and shoulder screamed in protest, his old injuries letting him know just what they thought of him.

A long hour later he collapsed onto the front porch of his two story house. Nothing special middle upper middle class at best. He could feel the icy bricks leeching the heat from his sweat drenched form. Hi chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath again, the three mile run, hell it was almost a sprint, was more of a toll than he would have thought thanks to the cold.

The sauna suite came off like a second skin, the puddles spilling out onto the floor of the tub. Anyone else would have been disgusted but he was used to it, nothing more than a necessary evil. The shower was amazing, he loved to feel the warm water washing down his back, carrying away the sweat and grime. The suds frothed over his ear length hair, spilling down and bubbling up on the floor. "I might have to cut my hair by the next match." He thought aloud. With himself cleaned up, teeth brushed and hair somewhat styled to a popular mess he slipped on a muscled style collared hollister shirt and jeans. He didn't really care for the look himself, but it was what was in style. Besides he got most of his stuff for free since his aunt worked as a designer for the conglomeration that owned the high priced clothing store. "I look like a douche... ugh." He rolled his eyes, he looked good he supposed, for a shallow jock but it was better than getting hassled for the anime, manga, video gaming geek he was behind closed doors.

He snatched his phone from its place by the bed, quickly sending his usual good morning message to Megan. Good morning Beautiful, look outside the sun is jealous and trying to outshine your smile. He generally tried to send something cute each morning just to get her to smile. He was a hopeless romantic at heart with a touch of perversion at night. A quick trip to the toaster and a three minute wait later he had a waffle clenched in his teeth and the key in the ignition of his 95 accord with only fifteen minutes to get to school.

The highway was deserted, this part of the county generally had work in the major city to the south, the opposite direction of school, so his lane was empty. His gaze washed over the trees and hills as he sped by, the tobacco fields occasionally breaking the monotony. His mind was wandering again. This life was so odd, what where they supposed to accomplish. Everyone around here either stayed and got a local job or the lucky ones moved away with some mediocre job. The teenagers here were so bored they either had sex, smoked pot, or both. Then there was Justin, the otaku wrestling mutant who only drank at best. It would be a reach to say he was an outcast at best. He felt alone enough for his hobbies, only a few in the school shared them, but being a mutant in a time when the public eye hated them pushed him even further into the shadows. His only redeeming feature was his decent looks, they where enough to attract the attention of the valedictorian. She was a cute girl, not stunning by any means but brilliant and quick witted, great company for the care free mutant. Though not even she was aware of his abilities or his hobbies.

There was always a spot next to the wrestling room even if the rest of the parking lot was loaded, at least the team was respected in that sense. He was out of his car and sprinting up the stairs, through the doors and south hall skidding into Spanish right as the bell rang. He always had a seat by one of his close friends Bradley, one of the only people who knew the real Justin save for being a mutant. The two made jokes all through class and had a general good time nothing out of the ordinary.





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