((Because I'm running out of time...)) The first Harris heard to tell him that he had actually made a mistake considered fatal was some kind of yelping or other noise from right behind him. The second and probably last thing was the sound of gunshots being fired...from right behind him. Exposing his...

He turned around to see two more of his classmates with guns and suddenly he found himself facing doubled chances of the same gruesome death he thought he just evaded not ten minutes ago. Suddenly it was if all his white power bluster (and blunt force trauma) could amount to practically nada with a ...

"Sure you don't. And I'm a happily adjusted guy having the time of his life." one of the Michaels began sarcastically. Okay, so that one was getting paranoid and vulnerable. But that didn't change the fact that Harris only had a nightstick compared to a scythe or shotgun. Still, it was ni...

"Who's there?" came the almost immediate response to his profanity, and now Harris found himself in a sticky situation that could very well lead to his end not inches from where he began this game. He only had one chance to try to defuse things before the two Michaels would do so for him....

((M09: Start)) This was the moment he had waited for (at least with less fear than others), the moment when he could ultimately prove his patriotism. But he never expected to begin that moment like this. Prone wasn't exactly the position Harris Van Allen would have wanted to find himself on the morn...

"She's American enough for the government to take her. Do you think you're better than the government, Harris?" Juliet asked, suddenly stepping dangerously close to him. She did this quite deliberately, almost as if to try to trip him. "I hope you don't think you're better than the g...

Harris rubbed his hands on his jeans, quickly dispelling the mental connotations of 'contamination' from holding that wad of Marilyn's hair before rubbing some of the blood from his nose. With the crowd starting to disperse from having sent Marilyn crying, he found the space to kneel down and pick u...

And the crowd went wild with every swing, Harris thought, as he started to figure this really would be an 'average' day for him. Or more specifically, a day that "averaged out" for him. Sure, it as bad up to here, but maybe he could do something good (for himself, in his own twisted sense)...

Bringing her to him took almost no effort, as he worked out quite often and she was, well, Marilyn. Now that he had her in his grasp, he could do anything he wanted with her, regardless of who was watching them now. Marilyn stuttered an apology, something he'd rejected out of hand before she'd even ...

Harris wasn't having a good day. Well, it wasn't really a bad-bad day either. Social Studies (or American Studies as it was now called) went into a more in-depth history of how the General came to power, and he was actually quite content to relate how the Van Allens helped mobilize the local Tea Par...