Epitome of a Hero

Filler

“Are you sure you can handle being in this club?”

The green-eyed guy asked and he leaned in with his face near mine, looking all bored and such.

“Of course I can,” I answered.

I said strongly and he moved around as if he was scanning me.

I sensed that he was about to attack me with an arm but my feet quickly moved into the back dodging it but I got out of balance causing me to fall down the floor, first on my butt.

I looked at him and frowned, ready to throw him rage but he gave me a hand so I could stand. One thing was odd about him. He didn’t have any reaction. He’s eyes looked dull and he even looked like he was so dead inside.

“Are you the only member of this club? I asked.

“Yea.”

Why…?

“Is this club still functioning…?”

“Only if you’d want to.” He glanced at me and I remained curious.

“What do you mean by that?”

“If you ever joined the club, more people will come in. Especially if you have it in you to fight as a member. You’re a girl too, and other guys will join in if there’s a beautiful woman in the team.”

Is he serious? My eyes twitched a little bit but his eyes looked too grave to be joking. Is … he okay?

“Are you okay?”

The words slipped into my mouth and it was like he was surprised by my question. He suddenly turned his attention somewhere else and grabbed a paper before handing it to me.

It says application form.

“Fill that up then come back here tomorrow morning,” he said walking past me, leaving me alone on the room.

What is wrong with that boy?

I went back to the room afterwards and kept the form to sign it up at the house later.

“Triz! Did you go the club?” Sheene asked and I already have a question in mind.

“Is that club still functioning?”

“Yes ofcourse! Our University is included on the competition every year!” She exclaimed and I just kwpt silent. So that guy was just trolling me. “Why did you ask?”

“Uhm, a mysterious guy was alone at the club and he kept asking me random questions. I bet he's just trolling.”

“What guy?” she asked, her eyes sparkling in curiosity.

“Do you remember the guy from the canteen? The one who helped me with Andrei?”

“Oh! Michael?” Fei came immediately and she seemed to be listening to us.

So that was his name, Michael.

“He talked to you!?” she gasped and I looked at her in wonder.

“Uhm, yea?”

“He never talked to anyone. Even the teachers were having a hard time dealing with him. All he did was stare most of the time,” she explained and I just felt—nothing.

Isn’t that how you were before Tricia?

I stared at the board as soon as we got back to our seats. I wonder what could happen next.