A hero and a Weapon

A Hero & a Weapon
Integration
by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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A sixteen year old boy wearing thin rimmed glasses, jeans, and a T-shirt walks in through the front entrance of Fair City High. His clear mesh book bag denotes that he was a new student. The X weapon, now gong by the name of Tim Drakesford, looks around at the humans gathered in groups talking. Seeing that he had gone unnoticed, he begins to head for the office. However, two large hands, one on each shoulder, stop him.
"Where you going, you little geek?" the guy on his left asks.
"I would appreciate you getting your paws off me you baboons." Tim growls.
"Oooh, the geek's got an attitude problem. Well, let's show him what happens when you cross the Copperhead Gang." the second states but Tim grabs his wrist and squeezes hard.
"I can defend myself so I would appreciate you and the rest of your baboon party leave me alone." Tim Growls.
"Yeah...,sure thing...,whatever you say." he whimpers in pain. Tim lets go and heads down the hall. The Copperhead gang look where the boy had been and decided that they would have to watch that one.

***

He looks at the clip on ID card. It was a laminated card with his picture on the left and his schedule on the right. He rolls his eyes at the unnecessary security measures this school took to keep their students safe. He walks into his homeroom. Noticing that he was one the first since the bell hadn't rung, he walks over to the board and grabs a piece of chalk. Complex mathematical equations always calmed him. He hears two female voices coming into the room. It wasn't the girl that explaining about her resent trip to an art museum that interested him. It was the tall, athletically built girl that was listening. His Decimalian eyes study her face, then the rest of her body. He shakes it off feeling a slight tightness in his pants. He goes back to his equations trying to forget about the lovely symmetrical human. He senses someone standing beside him. He turns to see another student staring at his work.
"You...,you...,"
"Don't try to comprehend it. It's beyond your level." Tim states.
"Now wait a minute, I'm Theodore MacCalister III, there isn't any mathematical equation too complex for me." Tobey retorts recovering himself.
"Your parents couldn't come up with a more creative name?"
"Well, Tim Drakesford," Tobey starts reading the name on Tim's ID card, "Tim isn't any better."
"Well, we'll see who's math skills are better later on won't we." he says erasing the board and heads towards an empty desk. Tobey quietly fumes as he sits himself down as well.

***

Tim stands at the blackboard. Most students would find it unfair on their first day to be subjugated to working out a complex quadratic equation, but Tim's Decimalian brain believed that this was child's play. He finishes and stands aside so the teacher could check his work. The teacher's eyes widen seeing that Tim had solved the problem. The others were amazed at the new kid's skill with numbers.

***

'Why must we dress in such ridiculous outfits?' Tim thinks looking at the gym clothes he was wearing. It was a shirt and gym shorts that had the school's name and mascot on it. He sees the girls come out wearing a little less than the boys were. The one named 'Becky', the one he'd been admiring before homeroom, comes out. Tim has a problem in his pants again.
"Alright!" the boy's coach shouts after blowing his whistle. "I want 50 sit-ups, 50 push-ups, and 50 crunches done in less than five minutes! Now move!" he shouts and whistles again. Tim has to stop from holding his ears in pain as he quickly sets on completing the unnecessary exercises.
'Decimalian calisthenics are far more rigulous.' Tim thinks to himself.

***

"That new kid's got Tobey's number." Violet comments as she and Becky home from school.
"He seems to be a little full of himself though." Becky retorts.
"Tim probably doesn't like Tobey's attitude."
"Who does?" Becky asks and the two girls laugh. Violet wasn't going to tell Becky that Tim had been gawking at her first at homeroom and then at gym. Becky had enough boy problems with Scoops not paying attention to Becky's attempts to get his attention. Telling her that someone else liked her would just make things worse. Violet would have to corner Tim and ask him about this later.

***

Tim pounds his head against a wall of his ship. He was trying to control his male desires that were flaring up.
"No! I can't be distracted!" he shouts. He calms himself and thinks a bit more clearly. "I need to play the roll of a teenage human male, so that means I have to act like one, but does that go against...,oh well, I can only try." he finishes. "Now, to find WordGirl and watch her.

***

Tim slowly walks to his locker the next morning. Last night had been a long night. Tobey had apparently had felt himself in a particular destructive mood and had send several dozen or so robots. Tim had blamed himself for putting Tobey in such a bad mood. To top it all off,he had erotic dreams about Becky. He hears and then sees Becky and Violet at their lockers. He presses his forehead against the cool metal trying to ignore her presence.
'Just half a dozen lockers down...,this must be the universe's way of punishing me for being a killer weapon.' he thinks to himself. He then feels a tap on the shoulder that makes him jump. He hears giggling. He turns around to see the one named 'Violet' laughing at him.
"Jumpy are we?" Violet teases.
"Uh, I was...,"
"Lost in thought, or was your locker holding you up?" she teases again.
"Uh...," Tim begins now totally caught off guard.
"I've noticed you have been checking out my friend." Violet begins.
"I...,uh...,"
'I don't think you've got a chance, Tim. She's so enthralled with Scoops...,"
"Scoops?"
"Todd."
"Oh," Tim says now knowing who she was talking about.
"I'm just saying you better not get your hopes to high. She's only got eyes for Scoops." she explains and the bell rings. "See you at home room!" she says running off.
'Scoops, huh, I'm far superior than any human. Now, how the hell to win her over?'