Payback [Mathew]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara fiddled with the lock on her locker. She couldn't remember the last number to her combination. She sighed, leaning her forehead on the locker door. Why the hell couldn't she remember? First day back, and she couldn't remember the bloody number. It wasn't like it was a new lock or anything either, it was the same one from the last school. She shifted her things in her arms. She just wanted to get into it and get her crap in her locker, was that really to much to ask for?!

She pushed off the locker and looked around. The halls were almost empty. The school was a lot emptier then she thought it would be. She was starting a week later then she should be, and she thought that more students would have joined the school by now. But in a way, that was understandable. It was a new school, in a new city, so there was bound to be some people who didn't come.

Sara paused. Wait, didn't she have the combination in her wallet? She should... She dropped the pile of books and stuff she was holding, and pulled her bag off her back. She set it on the floor, and crouched down, unzipping it. She reached around her back, pulling her t-shirt down. The last thing she needed was someone to see her panties when her jeans shifted downwards because of her crouch. She pulled her wallet out, and searched it. Sure enough, there was that little piece of paper. She opened it, double checked the number, and mentally slapper herself.

Still crouching, she reached up and finished the locker combination, popping the lock off and holding it in her hand. She stood up and pushed her bag into the locker and then bent down to pick up the pile of books. She shoved those into her locker to. She would organize it tomorrow. She took a deep breath, it killed her not to do it now, but she was just to frustrated to deal with it right now. She closed the locker and looked around once more. Her gaze settled on the figure not far down the hall. Was that...? Damn... It was...

Sara's face hardened. Of the few people who had transfered to the new school... Why did he have to. Without even thinking she brought her right hand up, her lock clutched in her fist. She drew her arm back. "Hey Mathew!" She whipped the lock at him, aiming for his head. Damn asshole...

[Mathew Amtrum]

It was good being in a new school, a whole new chance to inspire a repuation of fear. To bend the masses to his will. He was one step closer to his goal, with Long Beach overrun with Reapers, it was only a matter of time until this region was too. Soon the State, then the North West, until the world was his. One town at a time if he had to do it. Though expansion was always happening. He wasn't the only one that believed in his dream, and with every new mind he attracted to his cause it would be achieved that much quicker.

He had been lost in his thoughts as he walked through the school. His attention being caught only by the sound of his name being called out. It was instinct to turn around and see what was going on. As soon as he did he felt the hard metal of a combination lock slamming in to his forehead. His hand reached out and caught it as it fell. Looking down at it and then to the girl that had thrown it he blinked in slight surprise before grinning.

"Sara Quinn. It's a pleasure to see you again." He said all smiles ignoring the red mark on his forehead from where the lock had struck him. Instead he just tossed it up and down with his hand. Catching it casually before throwing it again, all the while looking at the young girl with a grin on his face.

This will be fun.

Last time he had gone very easy on her. Allowing her to leave virtually unharmed. But if she was insisting on picking a fight with him today, then she would not have the same mercy shown to her.

"You wanted something?" He asked cocking one of his eyebrows up, still casually tossing the lock.

OOC: ED set null 1/3 140% backlash used 0/2

[Sara Quinn]

She stood there, waiting to see what he did. He had turned around and her lock had hit him right in the forehead. She was a little shocked at what she had done. Although excitement and anticipation were rising in her, she also felt fear. Shit, shit, shit... Sara really didn't know what she had been thinking. That had not been one of her smartest moves to date... but it had hit! That was what mattered. And look... There was a red mark.... Shit...

"Sara Quinn. It's a pleasure to see you again."

He was smiling, but... it was frightening. She wanted to flinch back from him, just run away and pretend she hadn't thrown the lock. But she didn't. She puffed out her chest, standing up to her full height. It wasn't very tall, but it was more to show him that she wasn't about to back down. Her eyes followed her lock as he threw it up and down in his hand. She was more worried about what he was going to do with the lock. She didn't want him to lose it, but she didn't want him to throw it back at her. She imagined getting hit in the head with a lock hurt... Shit...

"You wanted something?"

Dammit... Sara needed to approach this delicately. She sighed, smiling at him, a hint of sarcasm and a lot of confidence in it. "Oh look!~ You found my lock! How great!" Her voice was thick with sarcasm, her hate for him apparent despite her smile. She stepped forward, holding out her hand for the lock. "Oh wait~ Mathew right? Huh. I had forgotten you~ Sorry." She gave him an innocent look, once again, the look of shit shit shit running through her mind again. How was that for delicately?~

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew's pleasant smile never left his face as Sara gave back her smart ass reply. He was amused at her show of bravery, it was cute really. But she just entered Fuckville and he was the fucking mayor of Fuckville! Well technically, he was the president, but that was a moot point.

When she stepped forward extending her hand for him to give her the lock. He bowed his head and took a step forward, but he had no intention of giving her the lock. Instead he whipped it at her own head. Aiming to have it crash in to her face like she had done to him. That wouldn't be all either. As soon as the lock left his hand he darted after it to close the small gap between them. His leg lifting up so that he could slam his knee in to her stomach.

This wasn't just about her disrespecting him, he was the Student Body President now too. Disrespecting him was disrespecting the system. Thoughts like that had to be put down and put down fast.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara held out her hand, waiting for him to hand over the lock. Maybe she had played it to thick, screwing up her chances of getting the lock back? OH WAIT! She had whipped the damn thing at his head. She was in to deep to begin with. She was caught of guard when he bowed his head, stepping towards her. She tensed, stopping in her tracks. She was so on edge, she was being to careful- WOW. He whipped the lock at her. Her right hand instinctively flew up, catching it. Her wrist stung from the impact. He had thrown it hard. For once she was grateful that she was to careful.

And then his knee slammed into her stomach. She gasped out in pain, doubling over and dropping to her right knee as the air was knocked from her lungs. Crap... Oh shit... That hurt. She glared up at him, her face scrunched. She was going to get him for that. She dropped her body to the right, her right hand dropping to the ground to support herself, and her left leg straightened and swung towards him. Her aim was to kick him in the knee cap with her leg, anywhere from her foot to her calf, just as long as she hit him. Then she would pull her left leg back, putting her foot on the ground, and push off, putting distance between the two. Oh man... This had been a bad idea...

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew felt the knee connect, something that caused him to grin. The girl of course didn't seem to realize she was clearly outclassed and decided to continue fighting. She attempted to duck down, an action that would result in immediate action from the Pillar. Reaching down Mathew attempted to grab her hair. An attack that if successful would lead to him yanking upward hard disrupting her own attack against his kneecap.

Twisting his hand in the hair to keep a good grip on it, as well as causing her pain in hopes of keeping her distracted. Mathew concentrated his Qi in to his hand, striking out to hit the girl, it didn't matter where he hit. He was using his quivering palm technique. A technique that if it struck would fill her whole body with pain.

No real damage would be done to her, but the pain would create the illusion of massive damage. It was a psych out strike, as well as an attempt to keep her at bay.

[Sara Quinn]

Just as Sara ducked downwards, she felt his hand fist in her hair, halting her attack. That pissed her off. Her attack would have been amazing if it hadn't been for her long hair. As he yanked upwards, her hands flew up, grabbing a hold of his hand trying to support herself, making it less painful. She swore to god, as soon as this was done, she was going to shave her head, this was ridiculous, her hair was dangerous in a fight. This sucked... She gasped out in pain as he twisted his hand in her hair to get a better grip. Her face scrunched in pain, but she didn't try to pull away, knowing he could rip out a large chunk of her hair and scalp if she pulled to hard.

His other hand connected with her chest, and she had a brief thought of Shit before her whole body exploded in pain. She tensed, unable to move or scream out as the muscles in her body tensed and spasmed. Her back arched against the pain. After what felt like minutes, but was only seconds, it began to subside, and she could move again. She kicked out at him, her mind acting purely on instinct as she kicked out, her hands scratching at his arms, her right hand dropping to punch out at him, pulling against his hold on her hair. She was desperate only to get out of his grasp at this moment. If any of her punches or kicks collided, then all the better, but she just wanted to get away.

[Mathew Amtrum]

The girl went berserk when his attack landed. She was clawing at his arms, an attack that was ineffective only because of the metal mesh inside the jacket. And when that didn't work she started to try and punch his stomach. Attacks that landed but did little real damage against him. His body was chiseled and hard, she may as well have been punching rock for all the pain he seemed to show.

He wasn't just going to sit there and take it though. Yanking up on her hair again his other hand would shoot out to slam right in to her face. He had no intention of losing to this chick. If the blow landed he would then throw her to the side aiming to toss her right in to the lockers that lined the hall.

[Sara Quinn]

Even through the haze of pain, her body reacting without any input from her mind, Sara could tell that her attacks were having no effect on him. And yet, she couldn't stop herself from fighting back against him, from freaking out and going berserk. He yanked again on her hair and she abandoned her attacks on him. She gasped out again in pain as his hand slapped into her face and she was tossed to the side, into the lockers.

Sara smashed into them, falling to the ground on her side. She lay there for a few seconds, trying to catcher he breath. Her eyes opened and she searched for him in case he was going to attack her. Her gaze fell to him and she glared as she pushed herself into a sitting position, leaning back against the lockers. That had been so weird, the pain that had rocked through her body when his palm had connected with her. This guy was friggin' insane. She needed to think of something. But she didn't want him to leave again before she could. She needed to do something.

She took a deep breath and pushed herself to her feet, using the lockers to help herself get to her feet. She turned to him again, crouched slightly. Her gaze met his, her eyes filled with disgust. She clenched her hand, realizing she still had the lock. She felt the weight in her hand. Her gaze dropped to the locker next to her. The student had left the locker open and unlocked when they ran away because of the fight. Pussy... But it was good for her. She reached down and grabbed the open lock with her left hand and then whipped it at his head again. She really didn't want to get to close to him, so she figured throwing things at him was a good start. As soon as that lock left her left hand, she whipped her own lock in her right hand again at him.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew grinned as he watched the girl as she tried to climb up the lockers. Mathew would move in to close the distance between them. He had forgotten that she had the lock and due to the close quarters he was unable to dodge either lock, as they both smashed in to his face. Now he was in pain, but more then that he was fucking angry. This chick would not fucking stop. He had half a mind to tear her abdominal muscles and leave her to struggle with the task of breathing.

A small trickle of blood running down his forehead having been cut by one of the locks he finished closing the gap between him and the shorter woman. Grabbing her by the hair again, twisting his hand to tighten his grip as he yanked upwards in a quick jerk, almost enough to rip it out of her head with part of her scalp. Mathew's knee would shoot up aiming to slam in to the girl's stomach to wind her before slamming her head in to the lockers.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara felt both the thrill of triumph and terror slit through her when the locks smashed into his head. She had hit him. 3 times. With locks. But he was closer to her now. And that fritghtened her. He was close enough that she could see the small trickle of blood running down his forehead. She didn't like fighting him close range. She didn't understand him. Most of her attacks either didn't work, or came back on her. Throwing things seemed to work. He finished closing the distance, but her legs wouldn't move. She was fucked and she knew it. But at least she had managed to do some damage to him! She would take her licks and leave it be. For now.

He grabbed her by the hair again, lifting her off the ground. Her hands reached up, grabbing his wrist again. She screamed in pain as her hair was almost ripped from her head. His knee connected with her abdomen and then he smashed her head into the lockers. Her head exploded in pain. Everything went dark.

[Mathew Amtrum]

The girl known as Quinn slumped in his arms after her head connected with the metal. She was out cold. She was lucky that Mathew was making a real effort with this Pillar thing. If it wasn't for that Mathew would take this chance to scalp her or something equally brutal. Instead Mathew lifted the girl's body in his arms and proceeded down the hall with her.

No he wasn't going to throw her in the trash or anything of the sort. He was actually going to take her to the nurse so that she could get looked at. He was a giant ass, but he had a job to do, and while he would love to make her pay for throwing those locks at him. He would show the hand of mercy today. But woe be to her if he was to run in to her outside of school or if he was no longer a pillar.

"That's it everyone, nothing else to see here. Get back to class before I kick your asses too."