(Outdated) The King of Elements

The Message from Headmaster Toney

Class was finally dismissed shortly after the disturbance, and Dre was the first to hop out of his chair. He sighed as he made his way out of the classroom. Sure, he'd wanted to make a mark on the school, but leaving scorch marks on two tables, the ceiling, patches of ash on the floor, and a partially melted chair wasn't exactly what he wanted.

Then, he felt a devilish glare hit him, making him stop on a dime. He looked to his left and saw an infuriated looking man peering at him with piercing, dark brown eyes, holding a stack of papers under his arm and a roll of tape dangling from his wrist. His jet black hair was spiked to the right, with a small section above his ear shaved. "Elevator's down," he said in a Korean accent.

"Wh-what happened?"

"Power surge. Take the stairs." He pointed to an opened door beside the elevator door before walking down the hall.

"Pardon me," Kim said as she passed the crazed looking man and strode towards Dre. "What's the matter?"

"Who is that? He looked at me as if I had just slapped him in the face."

"That would happen to be Hwan-Jin, my group's leader," a cocky voice said above the flooding students' combined voices. Daven sneered at him as he approached, the last person he'd want to see him. Well, second to last behind Doug.

"I don't have the patience to deal with you, Daven. I just want to go and enjoy my lunch in peace."

He and Kim began to walk towards the staircase, until Daven grabbed him on his shoulder. "Well, what if I said I still haven't forgiven you and your group for spying on my group? I feel as if some redemption is necessary."

The students all stopped in their tracks, looking at the two of them with concern. "Go get Miss Bianka, Kimmy," he said to her, who eyed Dre, panicked. "Your beef is with me, not my team," Dre said, turning his attention to Daven as Kimmy ran past him to the classroom. Don't fight him, Dre. You've already dodged a bullet today. Don't let this one strike home.

He looked up into Daven's eyes, showing no fear, but a fierce look of determination. Dealing with bullies was second nature to him, so long as his anger didn't get the best of him. "I'm not going to fight you."

Daven gave a wicked smile as he grabbed Dre by the front of his shirt. "Don't worry, this isn't going to be a fight," he said, as he held his hand back, electricity flowing through his fist. Dre clinched his eyes, readying for a strike that looked like it would definitely do a lot more than sting. Before he had a chance to deliver the punch, Dre felt both him and Daven get tackled to the ground. He could feel tightly coiled dreadlocks hit him in the face.

The man stood up and extended his hand out to Dre. It wasn't his father, yet he looked... oddly familiar. Dre took his hand and was helped back up to his feet. The man almost mirrored Raheem, only he was slightly taller and more toned. His dreadlocks were silver, despite his age, and his face was free of creases, yet he still had an aged aura about him. He wore a gray sleeveless shirt with a black mesh-like undershirt that hugged his biceps.

"What do you think you're doing, Daven?" he heard a gruff voice say, taking his attention away from his father's doppelganger. Daven was pinned to the ground by Jacob, one of Daven's teammates from the entrance exam, who was struggling to keep him down. "Have you forgotten about what Hwan told us about? Do not get us in trouble again!"

Bianka, Kim, and Hwan-Jin slipped through the students. Kim took her place beside Dre while Bianka pulled Jacob off of Daven. Hwan-Jin yanked Daven up by the collar of his shirt, glaring at him. "This isn't a circus! Get out of here!" Bianka barked at the students, who flooded down the steps.