A fight for glory

Nothing could ever go like how one wanted it to, could it? Emil fell back, staggering wildly in an attempt to regain his footing before colliding with the school wall, pain shooting through his (admittedly fragile) body. A whimper escaped him as another boy, maybe a year younger than him, but still larger approached him. He had not meant any harm, he had done everything in his power to avoid confrontation since he got here, but his power had made sure otherwise, just like he knew it was going to. A slight shove had happened, nothing serious, but it had thrown off Emil's concentration and of course, it had resulted in a slight push of telekinetic force, making the other boy stumble. He had done his best to explain himself and apologize, he really had, but it didn't seem to matter to the other student. Did everyone in this school respond to what was happening with violence?

"Please..." He began, still trying to gather his thoughts as stars danced before his eyes. The lockers around him where rattling and various small items were rolling and turning as he could not keep his powers dormant. Various words slipped into his minds from the other students, making his head hurt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...There has to be something I can do..."

"Yeah, sorry is what you're going to be." The larger boy growled, grabbing Emil by his collar and lifting him up. As much as Emil could register, he could see small trails of electricity dance in his attacker's free hand.

Emil fell back the moment he was freed, sinking down to a sitting position. For the time being, he didn't look up or speak. Instead he kept his head lowered with closed eyes, doing his best to get his thoughts and powers in order. Soon enough, the commotion around him ceased to a halt and the words running through his head quieted down to the usual light hissing of white noise. When he looked up, he saw William standing there, his attacker curled up with Spirit growling at him. His roommate saved him? He was grateful, of course, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. He had tried to not be a bother, after all and now he proved himself to need a savior within the first hours.

Emil slowly got to his feet, his legs still shaking as he nodded. "I'm okay, just a little sore..." He mumbled, not facing William directly. "Not hurt or anything...Nothing serious." He hesitated before speaking up again, looking at the other boy now. "Is he okay?" Granted, he had been assaulted, but that wasn't a reason to seriously harm the assaulter, in his opinion anyway.

Emil nodded in response to William's questions. His body ached but he was okay, nothing broken, nothing serious. He was sure of that much. All that talking about breaking arms was making him nervous though, not to mention Spirit's gritted teeth. Violence made violence after all.

"I'm okay, I'm okay..." He mumbled, though wincing every now and then as pressure was put on a sore spot. "Just a bit bruised, I'm going to be okay."

With that said, Emil turned back towards his assailant. He hesitated for a moment before speaking up. He didn't want to get on William's bad side, but he also had to get this said. He couldn't just remain silent this time.

"You didn't have to be that harsh, though." He quickly added "I mean, I'm grateful, but breaking arms and kicking sides isn't going to solve anything."

He fell silent, looking away. This was honestly the most he had spoken up to someone and the fact was making his legs shake. He did however manage to push out three more words in a low tone. "Violence beckons violence..."

Emil bit his lip in thought. That boy had looked absolutely terrified. William might say that was a good thing and he understood the logic behind it, but it was not right. Sure, he wasn't going to pick on Emil anymore and he was grateful for that, but problems like these weren't supposed to be solved through fisticuffs. That guy probably had some kind of reason to why he was so aggressive and fighting him wasn't going to solve that.

Emil didn't really know how to properly formulate this to William, however. But he was going to try.

"But... Isn't the fact that you had to use violence for that kind of thing a problem in itself? I mean, if we could just have ended the fight and talk to the guy we could have solved the problem without anyone getting hurt."

Emil was still clearly hesitating. He didn't like arguing at all, but this was something he was really insistent on and he was going to stand for it, if now he could explain his thoughts properly.

"I don't know, the fact that we have to hurt people to make them stop hurting people just feels...Wrong."

He hadn't been able to formulate himself now either but it was the best he could do.

Emil was still looking at the floor, at a loss for words. No. The world didn't have to work like that. In this civilized day and age, it shouldn't work like that for anyone. Someone had to do something about it in that case and if Emil ever got the ability to change it all he would. But as is now, he was going to continue with his education and contribute to his ideals by sticking to his nonviolence ideals.

Finally, he looked up at William to reply. His newfound roommate had protected him and was proving himself a kind, if unruly soul. He's a good person and Emil had decided to stick around with him. A new friend, right? After a moment of thinking, he replied "I got English right now." With a hint of panic in his voice, he added "I'll probably be late now."

The fact had not hit him before now. Here he was trying to appease and he ended up late on his first day.