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[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah Sykes. Hick town bad-ass, world class martial artist, and one of the brightest minds of his decade. Jeremiah Sykes, the man whose made of money, walked up the school entryway, feeling nothing short of first day jitters. On the outside, he was calm, cool, collected, but inside, he was quite beside himself. He had never been to such a big place before, and all the tall buildings and lack of trees made him more than a little nervous. He had never been outside twenty miles of his home town, let alone within a school whose student body count makes up half his old towns population. He stopped, looking over all the buildings around him, and took a deep breath.

This is home.

His nerves settled, his slight fright at being in a town that was this massive gone. He looked over everyone around, noticing that nobody he saw came anywhere near his height. It was to be expected. At six-foot-ten, two-hundred and sixty pounds, Jeremy was a monster of a man. Yes, he considered himself a man. You couldn't do the things he did without being a man. And yes, he was slightly conceited, at least for the time being. Coming from a small town where he was "the man", he couldn't help but feel like he was better. But he knew that would change. He was not a conceited person by nature, and it was only a phase. Stretching his back muscles as well as his chest an abs, He gazed upon the people gathering nearby.

He took a few more steps forward, when a large rock struck the back of his head with painful force. His neck and head didn't move, but his body stopped, his feet twisting as he pivoted to turn around. His eyes locked on a small group of boys, one of them at least six foot, who stood laughing at him. He cracked his neck, walking over calmly.

"Uh....did you see who threw that...uh...rock?"

His voice was low and dull, as though his head was thicker than a boulder, and he was playing the "big dumb guy". Sure enough, the young man who was at the head of the group stepped forward, grinning maliciously. "Yeah...i see him." The kid was wearing a football uniform, and looked to be the star jock, as it were. He pulled out a mirror, and looked in it. Bringing up a hand he pointed at himself in the reflective surface.

"There he is"

The kid tossed the mirror onto the ground, then turned to look at his friends before twisting and throwing a hard right punch straight toward Jeremy's midsection. Jeremy watched it come, allowing it to land with a hard crack. It was just the fist against skin, nothing more, and Jeremy could feel the slight pain. The jock stopped when he noticed the big "dumb" ox in front of him hadn't even flinched from th punch. Jeremy's hand shot out, grabbing the wrist that had connected with his stomach and began to pull back. Pulling on it, He used a particularly brutish move: He grabbed the kid by the neck.

Jeremy hoisted the football player effortlessly by the neck, a strangled cry coming from the boys lips. Holding the kid up in the air, Jeremy's face went from dumb stare to hard frown.

"Piece of advice."

Jeremy brought the kids face to his.

"Don't do that again."

With a hard throw, Jeremy chucked the kid back into his friends as though he was a sack of grain. The group who had begun to gather laughed and clapped. They obviously hated the kid in the football jersey, and were happy that someone had finally taught him a lesson. Jeremy didn't do it for the group though. He did it for himself. Looking about at all the faces gathered around, he began to speak.

"I'm not sure if this place is anything like my last school, but if it is, then theres got to be some sort of school captain." His gaze swept the crowd. "If you see him, Tell him that Jeremiah Sykes is lookin' for him." He shrugged. "If there is no school captain, than i plan to be the first. Make a note of it." He turned back around, brushing the bit of dirt left-over from the fist that had connected with his midsection, and began to walk toward the main school building.

[Artemis Chekov]

Artemis was out on the prowl. PE had just finished up and already the lines for the Nurse were lining up. Many a student had came in with perfect unblemished skin, now one or five were walking out with broken bones and more then their fair share of bruises.

You would think that after the orientation had been completed the children would have come to the realization that she did not care if she killed or injured any of them. Artemis was hired to be the terror of the school. To make sure that these arrogant pricks called teenagers got the fact that were not the hardest thing out there. Poor dearies needed to learn not to mess with people who had bigger guns and bigger muscles.

Artemis had had an interesting morning, PE was filled with whiners and wannabe thugs. And sluts. And complete fakes.

Another day in highschool.

The teacher smiled, she enjoyed breaking these idiots. The shock of pure terror on their faces when that first shell bounces off their eyeballs are simply priceless.

She could easily take ANY student down. If not with her guns, then with a very useful Qi power.

Thus far, several "G's" had tried to intimidate her, strutting around acting like their cock still wasn't the size of a crayon. The boy's were the worst, thinking that a woman couldn't take them down.

Well, one shotgun burst to the face certainly taught them different. The Nurse was going to hate her for all teh students hse put in her office.

They might need a full blown hospital if Artemis were truly allowed free reign with her weapons. A trauma center would be perferable. Stiches were becoming a need.

Chuckling, Artemis walked around a corner to spot a power struggle between a kid akin to the Hulk and someone close to a stereotypical jock.

Obviously, Hulk smashed.

Brushing away purple locks with a pale hand, Artemis smiled at the chance to take down the member of the Avengers and show him that though he might be angry and huge...purple destroys green every time.

Pulling out her weapon of choice, she pointed the barrel of the shotgun at the large fellow's knees and without warning pulled the trigger.The boys that had been the safety mattress for the jock stopped and stared at the figure of doom ascending upon them. After they grew brains they came to see who it was and ran. They were learning.

"Piece of advice."

Artemis cocked the gun again and aimed for his head. That crazy light in her crimson eyes flared in the darkness of her hat.

"Don't fight in school."

She pulled the trigger.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah, after throwing the boy and turning to walk away, noticed a teacher who had come around the corner not far away. She had watched him chuck the jock, and then, unbelievably, drew a gun on Jeremiah. Now, Jeremy wasn't exactly a psychic, but it didn't take one to realize that this woman planned on plastering his brains all over the school courtyard. Rather than wait for it to happen, He simply scooped up a student standing in front of him and held him in front of his face, just at the perfect time as it appeared.

'attacking a student with lethal weapons, what kind of place is this?' he thought.

A loud blast filled the entrance to 650, as the shotgun unloaded a large round at Jeremy. as the body he pulled in front of him began to struggle, Jeremy dropped his knees, so just as the shotgun blast hit the kid, he would be fully protected by the poor student. The kid cried out in pain, but was quickly silenced as the next bullet hit him in the head, knocking him out clean. Jeremy frowned. Rubber bullets? and why was she firing on him? Man, she had a short fuse...He peeked his head over the sleeping students shoulder.

"Well, that was a little bit of an overreaction, don't you think?"

He grinned a little, his face showing just enough for her to see. He wanted her to know that she hadn't scared him in the least. He knew that the teachers here were probably alot more than he could handle, but he wasn't going to be pushed around either. He wasn't scared in the least. If it came down to it, he wouldn't fight this woman, since hitting females was against his honor code. Hopefully she would cool down without firing many more rounds. The body in front of him would protect him, and the napping kid wouldnt feel a thing.

"I don't think we've met my dear, but apparently people around here don't need to know you to attack you." He laughed. "You know, i think you might have some pent up aggression, how about you put down the gun and we can talk.....privately"

He continued holding the body in front of him, his arms flexing powerfully. He could do this all day.This was a violent little bitch. Not to mention completely insane, so he just might be here all day, if not in the hospital. He could just picture how she would be in bed...He grinned wider.

Just the way he liked em'.

[Artemis Chekov]

A tough guy?


Tough Guy + Resident Psychopath = Much fun.


So the big bad high-schooler wanted to prove he had big balls in front the one teacher who excelled in neutering the student body. Boy was he going to be surprised. Black boots crushed the ground as Artemis sauntered forward. Her shotgun bounced playfully in her scarred hands.

Most of the students had cleared out by now. Her reputation as the female version of Satan had gotten around pretty quickly. One would expect a daughter of hell to claim her rightful place among the food chain here at 650. She had many a student and a few teachers piddling in their pants.

Long black nails clawed the lesser male out of "Hulk's" arms. The body spinning limply to the floor where she then kicked it out of the way. Artemis didn't want anything in her way as she took care of the mass of muscle in front of her.

Those same black nails came up and patted the kid on the face, lightly without stinging at all.

"You're cute kid, but I only go to private places with students I plan to fuck. You're not that interesting yet."

Grinning, Artemis's crimson eyes scanned over his body, he really was cute...but she didn't know if she liked quite yet.

These things took time when she hadn't consumed sixteen bottles of booze.

The barrel of the shotgun was now pressed against his navel. One small twitch and a few wonderful rubber bullets would go careening into his lower half.

" And I wasn't overreacting, you get punished in this place and one of two things happen. You get sent to me...or you get sent to the AI. After both you will require some medical attention."

Artemis's black lips parted to show pearly white teeth in a devil's grin. The black line on the side of her face glimmered as she displayed her smile. She had gotten that scar in a bar-fight at a pub in Ireland. Them tiny boys loved their knives....


She had enjoyed that night.

Her attention flickered back to the student.

" This isn't a school for pushovers boy. Or are you man?"

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah watched as she came over, and his fist loosened as the teacher grabbed the student, throwing him from his grip. Jeremy didn't bother to hang on as the woman ripped the limp kid from his grasp. He came to his feet, only to stop as she stuck the gun against his lower midsection. He listened to her speak, not reacting, then did something he knew he was going to regret... He brought his hand over slowly, lifting the barrel just a little so it pointed directly at his rock hard abs. Then his eyes never leaving her face, reached down to the trigger.

He pushed.

Whether she pulled the trigger before he moved the gun or not,the rubber bullets would shoot out, hitting his midsection like a brick flying at eighty miles an hour. He had tightened his stomach, and brought forth all the pain-resistance his mind had to offer. It didn't knock the wind from him, or even hurt. It went completely numb. He knew that, within a few days, a bruise the size of a base-ball would be on his abs. Luckily for him, his body was built to perfection. He remembered once, when he was in his home-town, he had volunteered to be part of a police testing. There were thirty of them in a room, all bare chested, when they set off small metal devices that looked like grenades, but actually shot hundreds of small rubber balls everywhere with alarming speed, and far more power than that shotgun she held could muster.

They had barely, barely, broke his skin, and he was still the only one not to drop to his knees.

After the bullet had come out, hitting him, Jeremy's face, which was completely calm....didnt change in the least. No flinch, grimace, or even twinge of pain crossed his calm demeanor. He had stared into the teachers eyes the entire time.

"I'm not afraid to take a hit, so if your going to shoot me, aim for the face. Everything below my neck is made of steel." His voice held a little provocative tone to it, and his eyes blazed with intensity and part-insanity. He had many tests done on him, and some had come back revealing partial bouts of insanity on his part. While he believed he had duped them, he also knew there to be some truth to it. You couldn't live in an insane world without going a little insane yourself.

He used a finger to bring up the barrel up to his forehead, and didn't even blink as he left it there.

"Shoot if your gunna. If not-" His eyes looked down at her frame"-Then i would be most interested in speaking with you further, and without the use of a gun."

[Artemis Chekov]

Little boy thought he was all hardcore. He wasn't even close. Artemis moved the barrel the shotgun to her right temple and her black nails squeezed the trigger without a moment's hesitation.

She didn't even blink.

" You're nothing special sweetheart. They're some kids who could take a cannon ball to the face and walk out smiling. If you plan to be the big man on campus you're balls are gonna have to be much bigger then they are."

But, she was going to have an issue with him. He had done the unspeakable. His gorilla paws had molested the one thing that more precious to her then her own life.

Her guns.

Artemis placed her gun back where it belonged, on holster strapped to her lower back. Her right hand rested on the brute's shoulder now, and she caressed his cheek with her nail.

Then the nail became sharper.


And sharper.


And sharper.


Soon he would notice that the nail was no longer a nail at all but three inches of bone protruding from her knuckle. In seconds it would be sharp enough to pierce through aggregated diamond nanorods. He had touched her gun and she planned on leaving him some pretty scars like the ones on her own body.

Being insane and thirteen with bones sprouting out your hands could cause some injuries. To yourself..and others.

Artemis's left arm hung loosely at her side, also growing extensions. She began to drag her left hand across his chest. It ripped through his shirt easy..but as for the skin she couldn't tell.


It should go pretty deep, it might not be too painful to the boy...but it should cut.


He was certainly getting more interesting though.


" You gotta name?"

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremy watched the woman put the gun to her head and pull the trigger. He wasn't intimidated. She obviously didn't understand that. He knew that, had she pulled the trigger, it would have hurt like a bitch, but wouldn't have don't anything more than give him a headache. She didn't get the picture, so he would have to explain it. Taking a deep breath, he decided on how he was going to go about it, and left his voice devoid of any arrogance.

"I'm not here to prove that I'm hardcore. Nor am i here to prove i have balls. Your obviously getting the wrong message from me lady. And as to school violence, you simply came around the corner at the wrong time." He watched, raising an eyebrow as she made her fingernail grow to be as long his his middle finger. He was slightly impressed, but nothing beyond that. He watched as her hand went across his chest, ripping the shirt. Just as her hand touched, he pressed forward just a bit, so when the nail cut, it lightly raked open his skin, sending light pain up to his brain. He flicked it aside, allowing the blood to run down his massive chest and stomach.

He reached up after her hand was done trailing, and tore off the two pieces of his shirt, revealing a heavily muscled body.

"You don't scare me lady, so if your going to injure me, get down to business and do it." He paused as she asked his name. He relaxed his muscles a bit, his eyes never leaving hers."My names Jeremy. Jeremy Sykes." He looked over her frame again, his eyes lingering in certain places. He brought his eyes back up to hers.

"And yours would be?"

[Artemis Chekov]

Artemis frowned. She didn't like people she couldn't scare, it made things much less fun on her part. Though, it certainly did make him interesting. It was a shame he was so young...but then again, youth never hurt anybody.

Placing the bloody claw in her mouth, she nibbled on it while thinking. So she couldn't scare him. Couldn't intimidate him. What fun was that?

Black lips turned into a pout, she was disappointed. It was time's like this she wished she was like the AI and could wantonly pick up brutes like him and toss him around like a doll.

The teacher decided to make the best of it.

Leather pants swished together as she moved in closer. The bones in her hands retracted and then disappeared. If he thought those were nice...well...he hasn't seen her when she really went all out.

After all, she hadn't ripped out her spine this time right?

Maybe she was learning restraint...maybe gaining some sanity back?

Nah, that would be boring. Sanity was for squares.

Anyways, this Jeremy certainly had gained her attention. And not in the in death rage type way either. At least not yet. Her crimson orbs looked at him one more time.

" Artemis. My name is Artemis Chekov."

Midnight lips turned up in small smile. She swirled her finger in the blood on his chest and looked up at him.

" Let's go find you a bandage."

[Jeremiah Sykes]

He raised an eyebrow as she gave a pout after he got done talking. She had been chewing on her nail, and looking rather upset at his last statments. It was really interesting, actually. She went from totally insane and trying to bust him apart to coming over and offering to bandage him up. She was either bipolar, or else insane. However, her provoctaive tone wasnt lost on him, and he could tell what she was hinting at.

That certainly was a change.

He raised his eyebrows as she came in close, her body not far from his. His mind couldnt help but linger on the fact that certain parts of her body were noticably viewable. He had to look almost directly down at her since he was so tall, and since she had to look up, it gave him a direct view of her chest. He pulled his eyes to hers as he caught her name. Artemis, huh? interesting...he'd never really heard a name quite like it. Most unusual.

He didnt flinch as she rubbed her finger in his blood, sometimes scraping over the open wound. He'd felt much worse, so this was nothing. He did have to crack a smile when she spoke of getting him a bandage.

"Maam, if your the one putting it on me, id wear a dress."