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THE NEXT MORNING, IN THE HALLWAY
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Everto walked fast in the direction of the Hospital Wing. He felt so guilty for abandoning Marine there yesterday. He really should learn to control his temper, as so many people had said. Absorbed in his thoughts, the pale, dark-haired, youth barely noticed the group of other students huddled near the Hospital Wing door. It was only when one of them, a tall, lean, brown-haired boy with freckles covering his nose and cheeks and a tan began to mutter. At first he didn't hear what the boy was saying, but he caught a few distinct words. Words that made him stop and watch the group, cold fury shining in his eyes.
"Mark... Activated... Pain... She deserved it." Even as Everto watched the boy, he seemed to perceive that he was being watched and turned to face the other boy, curiosity quickly morphing into a cold smirk when he realised who it was. Advancing, the boy let his hand wander to the blade he carried at his waist. When he spoke again, his voice was full of nothing but contempt and cold amusement. It was not unlike Everto's had been when he first arrived at the school, not unlike Everto's so often still was. But his words lacked subtlety, and that took the danger from them. He could have almost seemed comical.
"Well, well, well. The great" - he spat the word out, as though it was nothing but contemptuous to him - "Everto Savio. Going to the Hospital Wing! Going to his dear pathetic sweetheart, no doubt. Don't you know what she did?" He laughed at this. "But, of course you do. That's why she's in there, isn't it? Because you couldn't contain your curiosity! But, don't worry, she deserves the pain she endured, and worse." The fury in Everto's eyes hardened. It was taking all the will he could exert to spot himself from simply frying the brat right there. But he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to be a murderer. Even so, the white flames clouded his eyes in a terrifying dance of danger.
"Ooh, look, he would fight me! Fire against ice, each of equal power, does he truly believe he can win? Or have I simply touched a sore spot? What is it, Everto, don't you recognise me?" Then he knew. Lifting his head slightly, Everto spoke for the first time. His voice was devoid of emotion, though lacking the coldness it had owned when Everto had first met this boy."My business is not with you, Caedo. I do not wish to fight. Please, step aside." Everto had met Caedo when he was away from the Academy. Learning that their powers were total opposites, Everto had left before Caedo had been able to spark a fight. This time, there would be no escape. Caedo had abviously come to the Academy seeking a fight with him.
"You've no choice, Everto. You will pay for the harm you did me." Stepping forward, he pulled his weapon loose. Pointing it at Everto, his eyes focused momentarily on its tip and a line of white streaked towards the older youth. Watching the line, Caedo whipped the blade around, stopping it when it was diagonally across his body, as though it were a shield that would stop any attack Everto cared to throw at him. Everto, on the other hand, stood still, eyes unfocused, the intensity of the fire building. As the line of white reached him, white-hot balls of fire escaped from his eyes and decimated the line of white, before fizzling out themselves. Seeing this, Caedo jumped forward, bringing his weapon around in a circular motion.
Seeing this, Everto allowed his body to become totally engulfed in flames. As Caedo drew closer, Everto swung his arm up to defend himself. He gasped as a searing pain tore through it. Squinting through the flames, Everto saw a gash in his arm, bleeding freely, where the sword had made contact. Neither was he still on fire, the sword had seen to that. Rendered unable to use all but his most basic powers, Everto counted himself lucky that Caedo's leap had sent him sprawled against the opposite wall. Turning to face him, Everto pulled a box of matched out of his pocket. What it was doing there, he had no idea, but he was glad it was there now.
About to light a match, Everto shook his head and blinked. Everything was out of focus. The blur that was Caedo got to its feet, but, seeing Everto standing motionless, failed to attack. Gasping for breath, Everto looked left and right, unable to see anything but colours and vague shapes. Almost panicking, Everto dropped the match. Pulling another out of the box with shaking figured, he tried to light it without needing to see, but it was no use. He couldn't strike it hard enough against the box. Unable to properly breathe, Everto hit the ground, unconscious.
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Several of the boys who had been listening to Caedo before, who had watched the fight, looked on in amazement. "Caedo," said one, doubtfully, "He didn't want to fight. Why did you make him?" Wordlessly, two of the others had gone over to where Everto lay. Checking his pulse, one of them quickly stated that, although he was alive, he badly needed to see a doctor. Lifting him, they carried Everto into the Hospital Wing and laid him on a bed, before leaving. They didn't want to be seen as responsible for what had happened. No. Way.
Everto lay on the bed, shivering violently. A pink flush colored his cheeks and his temperature was dangerously high, especially for him. Being half vampire, his normal body temperature was substantially less than that of a normal human. His eyes were closed, and, laying as he was on his back, he looked almost peaceful. At least, he would have, had he not been so obviously ill.
He had collapsed less that a quarter of an hour ago, after being injured in a fight depending Marine’s honor. Although the nurse had not yet seen to him, one glance would probably tell there was not much that could be done for him, other than to bandage his cut arm. The wound was not overly serious, other than it being tainted with ice, but Everto’s mind had now retreated behind a mental barrier and he was unreachable. He dreamt…
He was falling through blackness. It surrounded him, filled him, poured into his mouth and nose, stifling his senses, crushing him. It was so heavy, so crushing, so impenetrable, so everywhere. He couldn’t handle it, couldn’t take it any more, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think. He could only focus on the blackness, the crushing blackness. He tried to scream, but no sound came from his mouth, only the sound of maniacal laughter came from the blackness, cold and cruel, echoing around him…
All of a sudden, it was gone. Everto had landed in a dimly lit room. Against one wall stood a bed, and in that bed lay a woman. She was deathly pale, eyelids closed, her delicate features blank. Her light brown hair was dark with sweat, and, knowing without realizing, Everto knelt beside the bed. This was his mother. He took one of her delicate, cold hands, pale as death. He bent his head to hide his tears, biting his lip to keep himself from weeping out loud. His curtain of dark hair fell before his face.
“She is dying.†Everto leapt to his feet, looking around the room for who had spoken. There was no one, yet the voice spoke again. “You must go to her. You are her son. She desires deeply to see you. Then she can die in peace.†“No!†Everto screamed, but already the scene was fading. “Who are you?†He called to the voice as he fell through black once more. The only answer came back to him as leaf on the wind.
“Rest now. Rest and heal.†The voice faded, and Everto knew no more.
[Eh. Tell me when Everto gets to regain consciousness, K?]
THE NEXT MORNING, IN THE HALLWAY
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Everto walked fast in the direction of the Hospital Wing. He felt so guilty for abandoning Marine there yesterday. He really should learn to control his temper, as so many people had said. Absorbed in his thoughts, the pale, dark-haired, youth barely noticed the group of other students huddled near the Hospital Wing door. It was only when one of them, a tall, lean, brown-haired boy with freckles covering his nose and cheeks and a tan began to mutter. At first he didn't hear what the boy was saying, but he caught a few distinct words. Words that made him stop and watch the group, cold fury shining in his eyes.
"Mark... Activated... Pain... She deserved it." Even as Everto watched the boy, he seemed to perceive that he was being watched and turned to face the other boy, curiosity quickly morphing into a cold smirk when he realised who it was. Advancing, the boy let his hand wander to the blade he carried at his waist. When he spoke again, his voice was full of nothing but contempt and cold amusement. It was not unlike Everto's had been when he first arrived at the school, not unlike Everto's so often still was. But his words lacked subtlety, and that took the danger from them. He could have almost seemed comical.
"Well, well, well. The great" - he spat the word out, as though it was nothing but contemptuous to him - "Everto Savio. Going to the Hospital Wing! Going to his dear pathetic sweetheart, no doubt. Don't you know what she did?" He laughed at this. "But, of course you do. That's why she's in there, isn't it? Because you couldn't contain your curiosity! But, don't worry, she deserves the pain she endured, and worse." The fury in Everto's eyes hardened. It was taking all the will he could exert to spot himself from simply frying the brat right there. But he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to be a murderer. Even so, the white flames clouded his eyes in a terrifying dance of danger.
"Ooh, look, he would fight me! Fire against ice, each of equal power, does he truly believe he can win? Or have I simply touched a sore spot? What is it, Everto, don't you recognise me?" Then he knew. Lifting his head slightly, Everto spoke for the first time. His voice was devoid of emotion, though lacking the coldness it had owned when Everto had first met this boy."My business is not with you, Caedo. I do not wish to fight. Please, step aside." Everto had met Caedo when he was away from the Academy. Learning that their powers were total opposites, Everto had left before Caedo had been able to spark a fight. This time, there would be no escape. Caedo had abviously come to the Academy seeking a fight with him.
"You've no choice, Everto. You will pay for the harm you did me." Stepping forward, he pulled his weapon loose. Pointing it at Everto, his eyes focused momentarily on its tip and a line of white streaked towards the older youth. Watching the line, Caedo whipped the blade around, stopping it when it was diagonally across his body, as though it were a shield that would stop any attack Everto cared to throw at him. Everto, on the other hand, stood still, eyes unfocused, the intensity of the fire building. As the line of white reached him, white-hot balls of fire escaped from his eyes and decimated the line of white, before fizzling out themselves. Seeing this, Caedo jumped forward, bringing his weapon around in a circular motion.
Seeing this, Everto allowed his body to become totally engulfed in flames. As Caedo drew closer, Everto swung his arm up to defend himself. He gasped as a searing pain tore through it. Squinting through the flames, Everto saw a gash in his arm, bleeding freely, where the sword had made contact. Neither was he still on fire, the sword had seen to that. Rendered unable to use all but his most basic powers, Everto counted himself lucky that Caedo's leap had sent him sprawled against the opposite wall. Turning to face him, Everto pulled a box of matched out of his pocket. What it was doing there, he had no idea, but he was glad it was there now.
About to light a match, Everto shook his head and blinked. Everything was out of focus. The blur that was Caedo got to its feet, but, seeing Everto standing motionless, failed to attack. Gasping for breath, Everto looked left and right, unable to see anything but colours and vague shapes. Almost panicking, Everto dropped the match. Pulling another out of the box with shaking figured, he tried to light it without needing to see, but it was no use. He couldn't strike it hard enough against the box. Unable to properly breathe, Everto hit the ground, unconscious.
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Several of the boys who had been listening to Caedo before, who had watched the fight, looked on in amazement. "Caedo," said one, doubtfully, "He didn't want to fight. Why did you make him?" Wordlessly, two of the others had gone over to where Everto lay. Checking his pulse, one of them quickly stated that, although he was alive, he badly needed to see a doctor. Lifting him, they carried Everto into the Hospital Wing and laid him on a bed, before leaving. They didn't want to be seen as responsible for what had happened. No. Way.
Everto lay on the bed, shivering violently. A pink flush colored his cheeks and his temperature was dangerously high, especially for him. Being half vampire, his normal body temperature was substantially less than that of a normal human. His eyes were closed, and, laying as he was on his back, he looked almost peaceful. At least, he would have, had he not been so obviously ill.
He had collapsed less that a quarter of an hour ago, after being injured in a fight depending Marine’s honor. Although the nurse had not yet seen to him, one glance would probably tell there was not much that could be done for him, other than to bandage his cut arm. The wound was not overly serious, other than it being tainted with ice, but Everto’s mind had now retreated behind a mental barrier and he was unreachable. He dreamt…
He was falling through blackness. It surrounded him, filled him, poured into his mouth and nose, stifling his senses, crushing him. It was so heavy, so crushing, so impenetrable, so everywhere. He couldn’t handle it, couldn’t take it any more, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think. He could only focus on the blackness, the crushing blackness. He tried to scream, but no sound came from his mouth, only the sound of maniacal laughter came from the blackness, cold and cruel, echoing around him…
All of a sudden, it was gone. Everto had landed in a dimly lit room. Against one wall stood a bed, and in that bed lay a woman. She was deathly pale, eyelids closed, her delicate features blank. Her light brown hair was dark with sweat, and, knowing without realizing, Everto knelt beside the bed. This was his mother. He took one of her delicate, cold hands, pale as death. He bent his head to hide his tears, biting his lip to keep himself from weeping out loud. His curtain of dark hair fell before his face.
“She is dying.†Everto leapt to his feet, looking around the room for who had spoken. There was no one, yet the voice spoke again. “You must go to her. You are her son. She desires deeply to see you. Then she can die in peace.†“No!†Everto screamed, but already the scene was fading. “Who are you?†He called to the voice as he fell through black once more. The only answer came back to him as leaf on the wind.
“Rest now. Rest and heal.†The voice faded, and Everto knew no more.
[Eh. Tell me when Everto gets to regain consciousness, K?]