Defenders Episode 1: Guardian Chapter 2 & 3

Chapter 2
Three hours later it was time for lunch. Brandon decides to go to the library and read up on tonight’s homework about the Civil War. When he found the book he was looking, he sat down at one of the tables and started reading. While he was reading, a girl from his history class walks over to him and taps him on the shoulder. “Um, excuse me,” she said in a soft, polite voice. He looks over at her and sees that she is kind of cute with shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes and a slightly round face. She was wearing a black T-shirt with stone washed blue jeans and black boots. “You in my history class, right?” she said.
“Yeah, name’s Brandon,” said Brandon.
“Hi, I’m Heather,” she said. Then Heather points to the chair opposite of Brandon and says, “May I?” Brandon gives a nod. “Thanks. I heard that you were really good in this class and I was wondering if you could help me,” Heather said as she moved the chair next to Brandon and sat down.
“Sure, always glad to help a damsel in distress,” Brandon said with a smile, causing Heather to blush, “So where exactly are you having trouble.”
“Pretty much everything,” Heather said with a laugh, “I don’t know jack about the Civil War except for that old movie with some lady named Scarlet or whatever.”
“You mean ‘Gone with the Wind?’”
“You see, I didn’t even know that.”
“Fair enough,” Brandon chuckled, “We’ll begin here.”
Brandon and Heather read the book together and he helps her with tonight’s homework assignment. After lunch was over, they decide to remain in the library through the next class since they both had the same class.

Chapter 3
The school day went on as usual with students changing classes and teachers handing out assignments. Brandon was sitting in his last class of the day while the teacher explains tonight’s assignment. Dan was sitting next to him, obviously bored with the class as he lets out a big yawn. “Man, how much longer is this guy gonna talk. He’s been at it ever since class started,” said Dan.
“Don’t worry dude. In about five minutes, it’ll be time for your favorite part of the school day; the end,” Brandon said to him.
“Yeah, well it seems like it taking forever,” Dan said as he slumped in his chair out of boredom. Brandon chuckles a little at his friend. The bell rings signaling the end of another school day. Dan and Brandon are the first ones out of class. They stop off at their respective lockers and meet up at the entrance.
“Ahh, freedom,” Dan said as he and Brandon exit the building, relieved to be out of school.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” Brandon said as they walked towards the front gate.
“That bad? I didn’t think it could get any worse,” said Dan, “Anyway, what are you doin’ this weekend?” Brandon says that he isn’t doing anything. “You wanna hang out?” asked Dan. Brandon asks what they were doing. Dan suggests they go to their favorite hangout—a pool hall.
“Cool. Who’s all goin’?” Brandon wondered.
“Uh, Jake, Cindy, um…Frank, Chopper, Tracie, Millie, Sandy and her sister Cat, Will and Axel. Oh and of course us,” Dan told him.
“All right, what time are we leaving?”
“We’re all meeting at my house and leaving around four.”
“Sounds good, so I’ll see you tomorrow,” said Brandon.
“Yep. Later.”
“Later,” Brandon said as they shook hands, “Don’t forget about tonight’s homework.” Dan groaned in protest and Brandon chuckled, “Later, dude.”
“Hey don’t forget to call me tonight, and remember Rob Zombie’s new video is on tonight, so don’t forget,” Dan said.
“Not a problem. I’ll buzz you about nine-ish,” Brandon said.
“Excellent, all right gotta go,” Dan said.
They touched fists and went their separate ways. Dan got a ride from his brother and Brandon walked to Cottman Avenue to catch the bus. When the bus arrives, he gets on and puts his token in the fare box. He sits in the back of the bus and watches the sky as it gets dark. There’s a thunderstorm brewing outside as the sky darkens to a grayish-blue. As he is traveling home, the sky grows darker and angrier as more storm clouds gather together, preparing to dump their load of rain on the ground below them. Always the one to never miss a good storm, Brandon decides to get off the bus a couple stops before the one he normally gets off at. He was always fascinated by thunderstorms even as a child. Whenever there was a thunderstorm he always felt as if he was drawn to it, like his only satisfaction came from being in a storm, to be part of it. And today’s storm was no different, just more enjoyable. As he’s walking home, Brandon decides to cut through the football field of the school around the corner from his house as it starts to rain lightly. He takes his time enjoying the beauty of the storm as the darkened sky is brought to life by the flashes of lightning and the roaring thunder.
‘Ahh, now this is relaxing.’ He thinks to himself. While he was standing in the middle of the field savoring each droplet of rain that fell on him and the scent of moisture in the air, a bolt of lightning streaks down and strikes one of the posts on the field goal. Instinctively, Brandon squints his eyes, covers his face and turns away to shield himself from the shimmering spark of electricity. The smell of the electric discharge filled the air. “Whew…that was close,” he said as he lowered his arms from his face, “I think I better get out of this one.” Nearly being struck by lightning would’ve frightened most people but for some reason this experience has rather excited Brandon. It was almost as if he found some joy in almost being hit. He thought about this as he continued to make his way through the field unwavering from the storm. As he was thinking, a stroke of curiosity entered his mind. “Wait a second,” Brandon said to himself aloud, “why wasn’t I electrocuted?” He stops walking and turns around toward the field goal. He continues, “The lightning struck the field goal but…I was less than ten feet away from it. I should’ve gotten hit as well.” As he stood in the field pondering his question, another bolt of lightning shoots down and strikes Brandon, sending him flying through the air and landing almost halfway back towards the field goal. “That…hurt…” he groans as he struggles to get up. While standing halfway up, he is struck again by a stronger lightning bolt. “AAAH!” he shouts as the awesome surge of electricity rips through his body. The second lightning bolt was strong enough to fling him the rest of the way back towards the field goal. This time Brandon was knocked unconscious. He laid there near the field goal with ripples of electricity illuminating his body and then fading. The rain kept falling in huge drops of water as he lay in the wet, soggy grass.

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