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"Why can a crippled person run when in mortal danger when they couldn't even stand on their own before? Why can one lift a car when a person is under it, but can't lift it for any other reason? You guessed it. The brain. It limits our capabilities preventing us from reaching our full potential. Why? Well some say it was only needed when we were scavengers before houses and tool; and now that potential is dangerous. So now I pray tell, will you beat beasts with your full abilities, or will you yourself prove humans are monsters?"

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Those words were all it took to woke me up at this point. I had a dream like it every night since I could remember and each time I would wake up at six thirty exactly, though I don't why other than it must have been a habit of some kind at this point. An annoying habit to be sure.
"Wake up Sienna." I muttered to myself trying to get up. I knew I was awake, so don't go nagging on me for telling myself to wake up. You have to understand that with how tired I was, I'd say weird things. Surely you have a friend or family member like that, and if you don't I have bad news for you.
Finally out of bed, I began may morning ritual of getting ready for school. This meant the same as it does for everyone else. You eat breakfast, wash up, get changed and then leave for school. Don't tell me you get changed first. That is just bizarre. Who would put on clean clothes before washing up? Also who wants to wear some drab old uniform when you could stay in comfy pajamas? I'll tell you, crazy people.
With that I said good bye to my parents and went off to school. Why wouldn't I? It was routine at this point and who was I to break the routine already created? If I questioned myself then, maybe things would have been easier. Maybe I wouldn't need to question myself more.
What had happened you ask? Well I could toy with you and leave you in suspense, but why would I do that? Come on, I am not mean. At least I hope I am not mean, though I guess you can be the one to judge that.
So my problem was the game had finally began, the game mentioned in my dreams. Surely we all love a game of some kind. Maybe you are on a computer you use to play games on, or the other popular Nintendo systems. Heck you could play a boring card game or board game. This game was not fun by any means. Give me Go Fish any day. It was a game to test my humanity, and must I say that was awful.
Sorry, rewind. Surely you will want to know just how I got in this position. It is because you are curious on what happened, not what happened to me. You shouldn't care for me already, and if you do, you are a great person for caring about a complete stranger.
So I was on the bus minding my own business. Or at least trying to. I admit it, I have a problem with staring at people. Though don't blame me. You would stare at this guy too. He was just that weird. If a purple Elephant, a green tiger, and a zombie were in the same room as him having tea with the queen of England, you would look at him and ignore the other four.
His shirt was one of those shirts you'd see old men in Florida wear. You know, all the buttons and flowers on them. If not watch movies. He had grey dress pants on. Who knew grey dress pants even existed? Then he had combat boots. You don't need those boots for the fancy beaches pal. He had a long flowing cape as if he was playing hero. To top it all off, he had a large top hat, at least two feet tall.
Despite how bizarre he was, he didn't seem to be causing any trouble. Odd eh? The most normal people ever cause trouble, and the weirdest looking rarely do. Maybe they are on to something there, though I won't be the one to figure it out. You will see what I mean in a minute.
A man in business suit near the front of the bus stood. Standing is no crime by any means at all and certainly not weird, but what he did next was down right criminal. He pulled out a long pistol and shot the bus driver.
Naturally this caused panic and everyone tried to get off the bus. But where would you go? The emergency exit you say. Ha! You want to jump into traffic at forty miles per hour. That would be a long painful death. So what is the next best thing? You cower at the back of the bus. That is where I was.
There were only two people who had yet to go to the back. One was the gun man. Can you guess the other? Give you a hint. He was the weirdly dressed one. How did he act to this crisis? Well I will tell you, he didn't. Shocker huh? Well here is another shocker for you, though if you read the Percy Jackson it shouldn't be.
"I am looking for Sienna Austin." The Man mused. That ticked me off. Not that he knew my name, but that he sounded so normal saying it. Nothing like some gruff sounding man, or some monstrous being who knew all. Just a normal man.
So when a gun asks for you what do you do? Do you stand slowly? Do you hide even further back? Do you step up to be a hero when the man threatens others unless you show yourself? Well I will you what I did. I stayed in place. Why should I risk my life to save strangers?
Well after he shot two people. He seemed annoyed opening his brief case to pull out an even bigger gun. So what did I do then? I'd like to say I went into a fight or flight situation and pulverized the guy, but to be honest I hid.
So do you want to know more. I bet you do. Once again to soothe your own curiosity. Well sucks to be you today, but I am going to continue this later. Surely you can guess the hero by now though. The weirdo, not me.

So as I said the weirdo saved the day. Funny how it is the weirdo, why couldn't it be a handsome knight or wrestler? Give me a handsome dude any day over this guy.
He began talking like a lunatic. He made no sense at all. He spoke English perfectly fine but it was tough to understand. You could read a Quantum Physics book at the age of five and understand it better.
"Now you know that you made a mistake. You attacked a bus with two unlimited in the middle of his game and alerted these limited to our presence."
Limited? Unlimited? Just who was who and what did it mean? Did he mean only two crazy people are on the bus? If so it was him and the gun man. But I doubted that was case.
Could he have been an ally? Could he have been stupid? Well you probably already made up your mind that he saved the day. You would be right. Don't act like you figured it out though, I told you twice already. If you said magic or powers you'd be wrong.
His cape ruffled a bit as he stood and though it looked stupid as neck a few minutes ago it now seemed inspiring. I guess a cape does that to people. Maybe I should get one. A red one that goes to my legs. Focus Sienna.
So he once again said something crazy, "Turn off my mind. Unleash!" Listen hear buddy, your mind was turned off ages ago. Hate to say it but it was true.
He ran towards the shooter faster than I thought possible and lifted him the air. While he is far from sane his strength was great. A knight but with some slight issues.
Now let us play a game. I call it, What Happened Next? Your options are as followed; option A: he saved the day and we all thanked him. Option B: He reveals he was sane the whole time! Option C: The gun man turns into some bladed monster. If you chose A or B, stop reading this story, you are clearly to sane for it. If you chose C you are right and men are in their way to take you to a padded room.
As I said he became a bladed monster. His body became armored as if he put some samurai outfit. Hey if you can overlook the weirdo you can overlook this guy in a samurai outfit.
Next came bladed appearing out of his heads, arms, legs, chest, and hands. I wonder how hard life is for him. Clothing stores must hate him and I doubt anyone would ask him to join them in an inflatable pool. The bathroom must have been a mess for him. He'd probably be in security lines for hours. On the bright side I bet he could make sandwiches with those blades.
He sliced at the weirdo who quickly dropped him and leapt back and that is when realized that the monster was the least of our concerns. The dead driver was still on the gas pedal meaning we were driving towards traffic.
Death by jumping or by blades? Tough choice. Well one guy decided he would try jumping. He removed the emergency exit causing two people to fall out. I know I will never eat water melon again.
That is why many ran towards the front of the bus. A good idea minus the porcupine being there. So that is how we lost three more people. Not including the weirdo, cheese grater, or I were six people left.
Guess who all lived. That is right me and the weirdo.
Two men decided to fight this monster. They had a walking stick and a survival knife. They should have used a magnet. The rushed him attacking together. The stick snapped and the knife harmlessly scraped against the metal.
Now two me if a knife does nothing will your fist succeed? If you say yes you are most likely an idiot.
So as they hit him they yelled in pain. Their cries were quickly silenced however.
Now the weirdo was balling his fists for a punch. I doubted he could do Jack against but to my surprise he dented part of the chest with this tactic.
Now once again I bid you ado. Don't worry though, I'll fill you in soon rather than eight months. And remember the weirdos on the bus are good.