Can You Say KABOOOOOM?

"He is NOT a weakling."

He just continued smirking. "But isn't he?" Tristan replied. A question like that would probably end up being frustrating... ah, he was loving this!

"And I...um...I doubt he'd ever call me sweetie unless he had a very good reason to."

The winged male laughed darkly. "Oh, but he HAS a reason, dear," he said. He was only using a term of endearment to tick her off, since it had worked so well before.

As soon as she hit her head and went unconscious, Tristan through his head back, pointed at her, and started cackling. This was just great! Unfortunately, though, the sound of the explosion made Damien awaken. It didn't take long for the kinder of the two to figure out what was happening, and seeing Brielle unconscious frightened him.

Without even a warning, he took over, acting more quickly than he had before. Surprisingly, his limited strength increased and he was able to keep Tristan at bay as he ran to her side.

The computer was on fire, and he hoped that no one would find them. It was probable, though.

Damien took her shoulders and shook her gently. "Brielle? Brielle, wake up!!" he urged quietly.

Damien gulped. That fire wasn't good, and he suppressed a cough from the smoke. He quickly scooped her up, and pulled her out of the room. Once out in the hall, he put her down and got some water from a fountain, sprinkling it on her forehead.

"Brielle?"

Damien's eyes went wide, but he swallowed, going to answer her questions in order. "I'm Damien... you're at Starlight Academy... you're Brielle... and you're wet because I needed to make you conscious again."

If she had amnesia, Tristan was dead.

Damien took a few steps back and put his hands up. "Trust me, I'm not a serial killer," he said. He wasn't brave enough to kill someone. "I got you out of there." He pointed back the computer lab. The fire was diminishing, but it was still there, and the room was still filled with smoke.

"And you were unconscious because the explosion somehow made you go out..." He was unaware of the details, since, after all, he hadn't been awake at the time.

This was getting way out of hand, and both of the boys knew it. "I've never killed anything in my life, nor do I plan on it," Damien informed her. "And besides... why would I save you if I wanted you dead?"

"And Tristan set the bomb, not me!" It was going to be difficult explaining that one again...