Post by Professor O'Conner on Jun 22, 2008 10:54:10 GMT -5
(OOC: order? what is this Order you speak of? -Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy!- But seriously, now that you are back would you please start the thread Malachy? Only fair since you haven't posted for a while due to awayness.)
(ooc: I only asked for order because i got caught in a flood and couldn't get out. I think some else should start it I've been gone and need a summary of events.)
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Jun 22, 2008 21:11:42 GMT -5
OOC: I think Ash should start it. My character doesn't know where it is, Morgan is unconscious, and Felix is unconscious. It makes sense that Ashelle would lead the way, right?
Malachy, you should be able to just read all the posts and figure it out from there.
ooc: I want to post here now that I've read the posts.
IC: Malachy was relieved when Ashelle showed up. and and stepped back only enough so that he was giving her room. but stayed close enough to watch. When Felix ran into the Scene Malachy was seconds away from blowing a hole through the idiot. Felix was the Last person he would never want to see right now. And if Sning hadn't hurt his finger with the squeezes he gave Felix would have been in worse shape than Morgan. He calmed himself and turned his attention to Morgan And prayed she would be okay. The thought of her getting better was what kept him from stopping the idiot boy. Though Mal at that moment felt worse than what he saw Felix as. Felix was unimportant.
"Who cursed her?" Was the one question that sent daggers into his heart. Having tuned out all else Ashelle's question was the lance that through the fog into his mind and into his heart. Sning not wanting to lie had confirmed the irrational thought of it being his fault. He looked up at Ashelle with a grim expression.it was there fault but now was not the time to voice it.
The demon swarmed around the room, spraying blood everyone with his claws, ripping out the very souls of all the students. He laughed manically, his obisdan-glowing wings fluttering as he swarmed in a sickening flood of thick blood. Sipping it like cider, the demon cackled in improvement. TJ watched this all with horror as he saw his parents strewn across the room, blood stanching their corpses.
Anne and Pat were both dead, speared with gore, so horrifying the boy tried to avert his gaze. His brother Maximillion, impaled by a knife from the back, the tip of the blade protruding out of his chest. All his friends had died, and now only his enemies prevailed. They watched the demon with approval, laughing out loud as if it was a grand old party. TJ felt like puking. Then he saw one body move.
It was a pale girl, her complexion fair and her hair even fairer. Morgan. The boy tried to wrench his way towards the girl, but he still couldn’t find his body. Who was he in this picture? The girl had red streaks of blood matted into her hair, but she stood up, her body almost collapsing from the wounds she had received. Raising her wand, the girl was about to incant a spell when the demon lunged.
Slashing her heart, the girl crumpled to the ground, her wand dropping against the floor with a thud. TJ screamed out loud, every bone of his body shaking in agony, feeling hot tears run down his cheeks. A cackle emitted from the demon’s lips. To his horror, the boy realized the sound came from his own voice.
The boy awoke in midnight, in his dorm room, tears trickling onto his pillow, crying for the first time in a long time.
The Next Day
Stupid course, thought Teej to himself as he flipped through his textbook on potions. He had to take a summer course with Novus Sapinti, who was a Professor of anything and everything, because of his comatose status for almost four months. I mean, it’s not like it was torture, but he had to pass all his tests in order to get credit for the school year. His parents were disappointed that he couldn’t come home for summer vacation, but then again TJ didn’t think it was too bad since Selena was still around. He wasn’t quite sure why she wasn’t going home either, but he hadn’t had the time to ask.
Right now he had to hear the endless babble of Novus, whom he thought was a complete nutcase.
“So, you see,” the professor said with a dramatic flourish, “that is why the amazon princess’s toenails are very potent in potions and must only be used in moderation.” “Yeah, uh, Mr. Sapinti, okay,” TJ began, obvious boredom seeping through his tone of voice, the other handful of students in the course sleeping, “How does this relate to the potion we’re studying?” The Professor blinked. “Well, it doesn’t,” he said quickly, “But it does relate to other subjects. After all, all subjects are linked together, are they not.” “Uh… yeah…” the brown-haired boy replied, counting the time on the class period hourglass. Only thirty seconds left… “Thank you though for your addition to the class, though,” the Professor said genuinely, “I’m glad you have questions. A wise person is one who asks questions.”
Well in that case, you’re a dumb idiot, ‘cause you’re doing anything but asking questions. Just babble babble babble for you, Mr. Novus. The boy was quite surprised at the venom dripping in his thoughts, but he was still quite shaken and disturbed by his dream last night, which had completely upset his normal cheery mood.
The hourglasses exploded, sand spraying the classroom, waking up any sleepy student. “Yes,” Novus finished, “your next assignment is on vampires and their powers. An essay, in print please, about 500 words shall do. Good day, class.” The boy closed his textbook and pocketed it in his chino messenger bag, buckling the close. Standing up, the lazy student stretched and yawned absentmindedly. He walked out of the classroom into the corridor, going to head to the Quidditch field. He was going to practice some, and then maybe go check on Selly and see how she was doing. He missed Silvain a whole lot since the little kid left school. He tried mailing him, but nothing came back.
As he walked onto the field, he saw a girl being carried off the field in a stretcher. “Crap, someone fell off,” the boy muttered, “I hope they’re okay.” The Ravenclaw dismissed the thought and moved to the broomshack, but for some odd reason he decided to look back again. The girl looked oddly familiar… Morgan! Terror shot up his veins, his bistre-eyes flaming with concerned dismay. “Morgan!” he yelled as she got carried off the field, fear and emotional turmoil spreading throughout his being, “Morgan!”
The boy dropped his bookbag and raced after the stretcher, which was easily fifty feet away. Sprinting as far as his legs could take him, the boy raced into the entryway to see the stretcher disappear. Dang it! He asked some of the students where the Hospital Wing was from here, but he got mixed messages. Dang, I should have known this by now! Suddenly he ran into a boy whom he recognized as Mark, at this point a tear collecting in his eye.
“Mark,” he ranted deliriously, “Where’s the hospital wing? MoMo… she… she… fell off her broom. She’s in the Hospital! I… I have to go see if she’s okay! She’s my best friend and sister… I just have to!” His words were jumbled in a wave of passionate emotion, his eyes shedding a tear. Now he felt like a crybaby, but he didn’t care. His best friend, sister-like pal and close confidante was in danger of losing her life. And he wasn’t there for her. TJ had been so caught up in his schoolwork that he hadn’t really talked to her. And now it was his fault. He wasn’t sure how, but he accepted it as his own fault. Guilt dropped onto his shoulders like a one-thousand pound dumbbell.
“Teej,” he said, “Let me show you.” Mark ran off in a direction, beckoning his friend to follow. Torrid ran after Mark, his only hope to getting to Morgan quickly.
In the Wing-
In the wing was a boy TJ only recognized as Malachy, Morgan’s boyfriend. He wasn’t sure if he still was, but he seemed to be in order to be by her side. He had tried to regain his composure, speaking in a forced calm manner. “Did… did she fall off her broom, Malachy? Is… is… is she gonna be okay?”
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