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Saturday, June 28, 2014

Short Story Team Savant: Tiger Tale {Chapter 2 of 4}

A shy stutterer became friends with a narcoleptic girl, a telepath that looks surprisingly like the Roswell alien, a guy with three eyes, a water breathing princess with blue skin and a girl who can split herself into three people. From that day forward, he became Savant, the boy with a saber tooth tiger in his head. He along with his friends are Team Savant, the greatest cadet action team in the known universe. To catch up, read the arc of Team Savant Story click Here for the two previous chapter of the Short Story Egg-napped! 


You can read the origin story of Team Savant {Ultimate Savant: Origins} @ Go Savant!










A bright light emanated from the bottom of the stair well. Otherwise, Angela and Nate were surrounded by darkness. A small human part of her wanted Jon to be there. Jon made her feel safe even if he lacked any combat abilities worth bragging about.


It was true that Nathaniel was an excellent hand to hand combatant, and a genius strategist. But as much as she hated Deragon, Nathaniel was more powerful with access to the tiger’s power. Angela tripped mid-thought and fell into the arms of Nathaniel—as if he knew she would fall.


“Hey, you okay?” he whispered.


“Yeah.” She straightened, thankful that it was dark. Why was she blushing like a little school girl? She was a warrior and Nathaniel was only her friend.


Only her friend.


They stepped to the bottom of the stairs. In a corner, trapped in some type of energy jail, Deragon was pounded by red lightning attacks. Every once in a while, Nathaniel flinched suggesting he was still experiencing the pain.


“What took you so long?” Deragon mouthed.


The Bullyons noticed Deragon’s distraction and turned toward Nathaniel and Angela. Unlike the Cutations, they were as tall as nine feet, with super small hands and feet. They ran toward the duo—no doubt to attack.


Nathaniel threw the rocks in their path. The first two tumbled over one another. Nathaniel ran to them, twirling the staff in one hand. “Get to the egg!”


Angela watched as he used moves that Bruce Leroy would have been proud of to take out the Bullyons that converged on him. She quickly turned and located the egg in the center of the room. She admittedly took the direct route and charged like a fullback toward her goal. One Bullyon got in her way and she used the cricket bat to slap him out of the way. Another attempted to intercept, but she slid under him, taking out his knee in the process. Had she not rolled in time, the behemoth would have landed on her. She flew forward, nearly reaching the egg, when laser fire caught her in the shoulder.


Several Bullyons elected to shoot at her with ancient laser guns. They were the kind that would leave a considerable amount of damage. Angela however healed moments after the attack. Nathaniel however…


Angela found Nathaniel, moving, somersaulting, dodging the laser fire. He ran directly to one of the Bullyons, snatched the weapon from him and shot a laser blast next to his head. The big guy grabbed his head and ran for safety. Nathaniel didn’t bother shooting him, turned and shot more warning shots at the Bullyons. He then cleared the way for Angela, who jumped over the table and grabbed the egg as she passed.


Angela tucked the egg like a football and ran for dear life.


“Over here—“ Nate pressed the trigger on the gun and nothing happened. He dropped it and ran toward Deragon’s tank. “On second thought, follow me!”


It was clear that he was going to free Deragon. Not the move Angela would have made. She would have taken the egg and escaped but he was her leader. With a series of Olympic level moves she made it to the tank in front of Deragon. “Now what?”


“Get me out of here!” Deragon said.


“They don’t want him free, so they are less likely to shoot.”


“Well, shouldn’t we be behind his tank?”


“Maybe.” He took his heel and pushed it flush against the energy field and reached into his pocket.


Two of the Bullyons moved closer and took careful aim. “I don’t think they got the memo.”


Nathaniel whipped out his phone, grabbed Angel and held his phone up as if he was taking a selfie with a friend.


“What are you doing?”


He activated an app, moments before the two Bullyons fired. The laser blasts bounced off an invisible energy field.


Angela turned toward Nathaniel. “You have a force field app on your phone?”


“Don’t you?”


The Bullyons continued firing.


“If your phone can do all that, why are we fighting like cave dwellers?”


“Perhaps Savant likes to see you sweat,” Deragon said.


“Deragon, be useful and tell us who did this to you,” Nathaniel said.


“STOP FIRING YOU IDIOTS!” The tall, painfully human figure walked out of the shadows. “Can’t you see that it is useless?”


“No way,” Angela said. It was rare for a human being to be part of Union or the Academy. In many ways she looked up to the man who she admired at a distance.”


The Bullyons moved backward and the man came forward, clapping his hand slowly. “As impressive as always.”


Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed. “Dr. Green.”


“I am surprised that you would need to ask this abomination who was behind his capture,” Green said.


“You are our instructor,” Angela said. “Why are you trying to kill us?”


He frowned as if the answer was obvious. “Why? For your own good.”


The End
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