Knights
Chapter 6 "Fangs"
A year after the incident with Killgrave and Natasha, Matt and his friends had moved into their freshman year of high school. A new school with a set of new teachers and social problems. It is mid November.
Matt, Frank, and Eric went into their english class and had a seat. The bell rung and the teacher walked into the class. He was a middle aged man with small squared glasses and a small black goatee with grey streaks going though it...
"Alright class, settle down. I have a new student here today," said the teacher in a firm but soft spoken voice. "Class, I want you to meet Michael...how do you say that?
"Moribus, sir."
"Please just call me Mr. Strange."
Matt looked up from his book at the new kid at the front of the class. He was about 15 with an average build. He had black wavy hair that was spilt down the middle that was parted to each side. He had a black leather jacket, not the kind that bike riders wear, but more classy.
"Mr. Moribus is coming to us from the distant lands of Romania."
With the sound of the Eric yanked his head up from his drawing pad with a huge grin across his face. Eric was a small black kid. He had really short curly hair. He wore a Night Of The Living Dead shirt with black pants.
"Why are you so excited, see something you like?" Frank teased. Frank was captain of his year's football team and had an impressive build. He wore a plain white shirt that hugged his muscles and blue faded levis. He had his jet black hair in a cue cut.
"No you fool, he's from Romania, you know the land of the undead."
"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot about your obsessive nature."
"I think I left my stake in my other book bag," joined Matt. Matt had grown more handsome and sure of himself. His signature red hair is still a mess. He's never got that under control. He had on a black wrestling shirt of Stone Cold Steve Austin on.
"Asses."
"If you would have a seat next to young Eric there."
Michael walked over and sat down. Eric kept starting at him and studying his every move. Michael was very uncomfortable and was trying not to notice. He finally turned and told him, "It's okay, I don't bite."
This caused both Matt and Frank to bust out laughing very loudly. Eric shot them an evil glare.
"Mind telling us what's so funny, Mr. Murdock and Mr. Castle," asked Mr. Strange.
"No sorry, it won't happen again," answered Matt.
"Good, now if the class would open your books to page 96. We'll continue where we left on in Hamlet. I, for one, always loved the mystical nature of this story."
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At lunch, Matt, Frank, and Eric went to meet up with Johnny and Elektra. Johnny pulled up his 92' Red Convertible Mustang. Elektra was in the passenger seat wearing a red wool sweater and a black mini skirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a red ribbon. She had a sliver chain hanging on her neck with a demon on it.
"Where did you get the bling, Elektra?" asked Frank.
"Johnny bought it for me for our anniversary of our first date."
"Anything for you babe," added Johnny.
He leaned over and gave her a kiss. Then looked at the guys on the street.
"Hop in; our lunch break is a wastin."
"Window!" yelled Frank who jumped in.
Matt yelled it after him and hopped in. Eric sighed and started to climb in when he noticed the new kid Michael sitting by himself on a nearby bench.
"Hey we should invite the new guy to lunch with us," Eric suggested.
"I don't think any of the nearby cafes that serve blood," mocked Frank some more.
"Why not?" asked Matt. "Eric, go ask him."
Eric jumped out and ran over to him.
"Hi."
Michael looks up at him.
"Oh it's you."
"I was wondering if you wanted to join me and my friends for lunch."
He points over at the group in the car. Elektra waves at him.
"I couldn't, how do you say, impose."
"It's no problem; I was the new kid once."
"Sure."
They climbed in the car.
"This is Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Elektra Natchios, and Johnny Blaze at the steering wheel."
"Yo."
"And I'm Eric Brooks."
"Nice to meet you all. Thanks for inviting me."
"Your English is very well," commented Elektra.
"I learned at the same time I learned my homeland's language. It comes just as naturally as speaking my own,"
"Enough with the chit chat, I'm ****in starvin."
They then sped down the street.
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The doors of the downtown mall opened for our group. The mall is a two story building with the food court on the first floor in the center of the mall.
"So tell us about yourself, Michael," said Elektra as she dipped a fry into some ketchup.
"There is not much too tell, I'm afraid," Michael responded.
"Come on, Mikey," added Johnny. "Tell all about life in Romania."
"Well, I was born there with my parents. I was an only child. My mother went to school in America so she taught me English along with Romanian." I came to this country to cause my mother wants me to get the same education that she received.
"Say something in Romanian," Eric threw in.
"Unic a lua ce tu nevoie."
"You didn't get swear at us in other language, did you?" Frank teased.
"No, my friend. I did not"
"Good cause I would have to kick your ***."
"What does it mean?" asked Matt.
"It means, 'To take only what you need.' It's an old family motto."
"Lunch time is about up guys. We should go,"
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The bell rung for school to get out. Michael walked out the front doors and down the stairs.
"Hey Michael, wait up."
"Huh?"
Michael turns around and sees Eric running towards him.
"Oh, hello Eric."
"I was wondering if you would wanted to come over and play some Play station. I got Castlevania."
"Yes, I would like that."
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"Do you want some more soda, Michael?"
"No thank you Mrs. Brooks."
Eric's mom was in her early thirties and had curly black hair. She walked out of Eric's room. His room was covered with posters and collectibles of vampires and Dracula.
"Game over again dude. You ain't very good at video games."
"I didn't play many games in my homeland."
Michael started to look pale like he getting sick.
"What's wrong?" asked Eric.
"I think I need to feed on something."
"You want some food? I can get my mom to make something. She makes a killer grilled cheese."
"No I need something else..."
"What?"
"You would be nice."
Eric looked at Michael's face who had two fangs on the top row of his teeth. They were dripping a very yellowish saliva.
"Holy ****."