Mia Rinaldi's Point of View:
Simone S.S. Pedersen
"C'mon, Mia! Give it some more power! Hit like you've never hit anyone before!" Rose almost yelled at me. Probably her version of a pep-talk. I hit the practice dummy in front of me with all the force I could manage to pull out of my already wasted body. My knuckle gave a crunch and I pulled my hand back and stared at it with horrified eyes. God!! It hurts, "What did you do, Mia?"
"I think I broke my knuckle. Fuck, it hurts." I was going to stay out of practice for a while. Shit!! My fucking God!
"Let me see it." Rose held her hand out and I placed my hand in hers. She studied it, careful not to damage it more. She looked up and me and started saying something, but then suddenly it was like something had pulled at her. She shuddered and closed her eyes. When she opened them again the deep brown eyes had turned hard and angry. And evil. Not like Rose at all. She might be a bitch sometimes, but she wasn't evil. Only Strigoi was.
I had only heard of her like this. Never seen her like this. It was something with that weird bond-thing she had with Lissa. What was I going to do? Think, Mia! Think! Who had helped her the last time this had happened? Belikov. Dimitri Belikov, her mentor and her lover. Everybody knew of their relationship.
Suddenly, Rose gripped my hand tight. God, it hurt. My knuckles gave another crunch, and a pain surged through my entire body. Bitch! But this wasn't her fault. Remember that, Rinaldi . I got my hand out of her grip, and screamed at the rest of the room to get Guardian Belikov. Nobody reacted the first time I screamed it, but the second time one of the student flew out of the room to get him. Okay, I just had to keep Rose busy until Belikov got here. He better hurry.
Rose's eyes flickered to one of the smartasses on the class, who said that he could easily take her down. She stalked over to him, a smug smile planted on her face. The boy's face was scared at first, but then glanced at his friends and gave Rose a not convincing smile. His eyes were terrified.
Rose lunged at him, and hit him hard on the head. He tried to give a punch back, but didn't succeed. Rose got him down on the ground and was now kicking him in the stomach. It lasted a mere 10 minutes before Belikov got here. He slammed the double doors open, and went slowly over to Rose.
"Roza," His voice was filled with love, passion, admiration, and… remorse? She didn't answer him, but she stopped kicking the poor boy that was now laying half-conscious on the gym-floor. "Look at me." He said, still the same tone. She gasped and looked around, but avoided looking at Belikov. "Roza?" He asked carefully, and walked slowly over to her. The class stared in amazement at him. Probably wondering why he would risk getting that close to her. Rose started crying silently, the tears dropped from her cheeks down to the floor. Every drop was audible. Drop, drop, drop.
Belikov now stood a foot away from Rose. She looked up at him, with guilty eyes. She was ashamed. Though, it wasn't her fault she still felt ashamed. That didn't seem like Rose. Or, it didn't seem like the old Rose. She had changed a lot. She cried harder and violent sobs accompanied the tears, and she looked about ready to drop unconscious on the floor. But, Belikov caught her before that could happen. Rose leaned her head into his chest, hiding her tears, as if everybody wasn't aware that she was crying. He carried her out of the gym, leaving the class staring wide-eyed at what had happened.
The boy on the floor coughed, and everybody's eyes turned to him. I walked over and helped him sit up.
"C'mon, let's get you to the hospital." I got him standing, and we slowly walked out of the room.