RISE OF THE QUADBRID

Ring!Ring! The blue alarm clock on the table rang loudly, waking up an already annoyed Clint. “s**t! It's 8:00 am already”, Clint complained, dragging his sheets ready to dive back into the dreamrealm. “CLINT! School starts by 8:30 and you're still planning to sleep, not on my watch”, His aunt Vanessa dragged the sheets away from him. Clint sat upright, his hair all ragged up and his face, another story on its own. C’ mon Aunt Vanessa it's just 8 am” Clint still complained, aiming to get some more sleep. “No Clint it's 8:10 now and you must go to school, Period”, Vanessa said with utmost authority. Clint knew there was no point arguing with his aunt so he just left the room and left for the bathroom to do the needful. When he entered the bathroom, he reached for his toothbrush and faced the mirror, humming one of ‘em Celine Dion singles. He noticed one of the most unusual changes on his chest, like a tattoo; red in colour, the mark of a dragon. He tried to wash it off with some soap but it didn't seem to be working so he chose not to worry about it. “I better make sure aunt Vanessa doesn’t see this, she 'll think I got a tattoo,” Clint said to himself with a chuckle. He took his bath and in about 5 minutes, he was done with his bath, rushing off to his room to put on his clothes and some other stuff. Afterwards, he ran downstairs to get his breakfast, he met a plate of omelette with some Mac and cheese by the side. He rushed the meal,stood up and unhooked his bag from the coat hook in the sitting room, and ran for the door. “CLINT!” Vanessa called out, stopping Clint in his tracks. She rushed towards him and gave him a peck on his forehead. “Bye aunt Vanessa,” Clint said in a low tone, closing the door behind him. “Love you Clint!” Vanessa shouted. “Love you too” Clint replied, his response muffled by the metal door. He wanted to use one of his aunt’s luxury cars but he decided on his own to take a cab today, didn't want all the eyes on him today. In about 20 minutes, he was in from of his school lawn. “Cab’s are f*****g slow,” he swore. He looked up towards his school banner. “DAWNFORTH HIGH” Something about the banner just left him in thoughts. Him standing there kinda drew some attention, a lot of girls waved, some winked, some bit their indexes in utter seduction but the young man didn't seem fazed. Of course, he was a man, his eighteenth birthday was last week. Clint Ross was also quite the handsome bloke, the most handsome bloke in the school with the perfect physique and a height of 6 foot 1 inch to go with it. When Clint was born eighteen years ago, he wasn't born under ordinary circumstances, he is a hybrid of two hybrids, the first of its kind. He was born a stunning beauty, too stunning which caused the first nurse who took sight of him to faint. Another nurse covered him in white clothing which burned instantly, his hair flaming red. An already overwhelmed Lydia who just finished labour starts chanting a spell to calm the torrent of power coming from the boy, a quadbrid, the first of its kind. The spell locks his four sides, one by one but the dragon side is left out, the rough breeze scattering the hospital stops and Clint’s hair stops flaming and returns back to its normal black but with red streaks. Lydia lies there on the hospital bed drained of chaos energy; the energy used to create the dragons. “Vanessa,” Lydia calls out weakly, sounding lifeless. “Take care of him for me…. protect him and don't tell him until the time is right.” She added and her eyes closed. “Lydia,” Vanessa shook her vigorously. “Lyd… “She’s not dead Vanessa…she’s just drained of energy and am gonna make sure she’s revived” He said carrying Lydia in his arms. “Vanessa” “Yes, Vlad” Vanessa replied soberly “I entrust you with my son and trust me when I tell you that you'll see Vanessa soon” “I will and I know” she replied wiping her tears. After her last statement, Vlad opened a shadow portal and walked through it away from the sober eyes of Vanessa. Vanessa cleared up the incident at the hospital and made sure that no one at the hospital had memory of the occurrence. Clint jerked at the vibration of his phone. He checked and saw that it was a message from Patton his best friend. Patton: Bro, classes are about to start, where are you? Clint: Am just outside. Patton: Wherever you are don't be late. Mrs. Shelby is looking for a way to get you into detention. Clint: Okay Patton, am coming. “Miss Shelby, I gotta find a way to get away from you,” he said to himself. He walked into the school, dropped his hallway pass and entered the hallway full of blue electronic lockers lined neatly at opposite sides. He approached his locker to carry his books. As he opened his locker, it was smacked back to close. He took a calm breath and dropped his head. He knew the person who had come looking for trouble. “Let me guess, Brandon Kentley. Come to pick a fight with me,” He asked in a quite challenging tone and he was a bit too loud. A crowd had already gathered the area and a fight was sure to happen. Brandon replied the comment with a fist. Clint dodged out of sheer instinct as the pinch was unexpected and quite fast; something he needed to avoid. He threw out a fist of his own to the bully's ribs. Brandon dodged with ease and continued the attack on Clint. His attacks were strong but without precision so Clint could dodge but he couldn't keep dodging forever. Brandon managed to land a heavy fist on him. Two in fact. Clint fell heavily to the ground and Brandon stood above him. At that moment, Clint could feel a faint shimmer of power in his body piling up, he had never felt so alive, so powerful. The power needed a way out, a form of ejection. His hand was glowing red, power radiating from his skin but only he could see it or so he thought. Brandon went for the kill punch and on instinct Clint punched the big bully in the stomach with all the power, the force…. The punch was so fast that Brandon couldn't evade but accept his bitter fate. He was sent flying across the hallway. Brandon could feel the pain of his insides screaming. Brandon was literally pasted on the wall and fell on his knees. Everyone could see the blood dribbling from his mouth, he then fell face first to the ground unconscious. All the students were expecting a different outcome from the brawl but they couldn't believe their eyes. “Did he just make Brandon Kentley bleed” “He made him fly across the f*****g hallway” “What I just saw is impossible” “I still don't get what's going on” The students chattered among themselves in doubt,anxiety, surprise while some.. well let's just say they weren't happy to see Clint win the brawl. Clint himself was still confused. He couldn't feel the strange power again and his hands were no longer glowing red. There had to be an explanation for what happened. “Does that mean am not normal? Or did I touch something” All these thoughts ran through his young mind. “We gotta take him to the school nurse, he's unconscious.” Alyssa shouted while trying to resuscitate Brandon the old fashioned way. Although Alyssa screamed for help, it seemed like the students weren't interested as they were already dispersing not because they wanted to but because of the figure that just entered the hallway; Miss Shelby. “What's all the ruckus about,” Miss Shelby asked walking towards the victim. Clint kept praying for the ability to disappear, one that would come in handy right now. “Why is no one answering me?” her voice sounding more loud and threatening. “Clint beat up Brandon”, Alyssa replied, her tone sad and sober. “Is that true, Clint?” asked Miss Shelby with a sharp turn towards Clint. She didn't want to believe it. She saw the huge dent on the wall which wasn't meant to be the cause or a normal human punch; something else was at play here. “Yes Miss Shelby but I can exp…” “You can explain all you want in detention” she interrupted. “But…” “Keep your buts to yourself young man, let's go” she blasted completely shutting him out this time. She instructed for Brandon to be taken to the clinic and some cleaners to clean up the wall situation while she held Clint by the arm on their way to detention. AT MISS SHELBY'S CHEMISTRY CLASS “Patton… I gotta show you something” Asher tapped Patton who seemed busy with something. “Am all yours” Patton said. Asher brought out his phone and gave it to Patton. Patton looked at it for a while. “From victim…. to assailant… Asher what is this?” Patton said with worry written all over his face. “I don't know Patton, someone sent me the video” “Look Patton… whatever happened in that video looks like it wasn't Clint's fault” Asher said theoretically. “What are you implying Asher?” “Did you see the way he looked at his hands….. like he didn't know what was wrong with it” Asher added. “Yeah” he replied with a nod. “Thanks Asher” he added hastily packing up his things. “Where you going buddy?” Asher asked. “Am going to meet his aunt Vanessa” “I’ll tell you everything later, just cover for me” He said already rushing for the door. “Sure but be quick and careful” “Always” Patton replied shutting the door behind him