Title: Defective
Author: JadedFeline
Beta: MadameMooneshine
Disclaimer: Clearly, I do not own Wizard101, I'm just borrowing it's world and some characters to write this - this thing here.
Note: I'll continue to switch from first person to third person as needed, it all depends on how important the current thoughts of Lilith are. I also decided that sometime after chapter five or six is when the chapters are going to be completely rewritten because I have a very specific way I want this to go.
Chapter Four: Blood Blast and Fire
"I have had enough of this behavior!"
It was just another normal day. The sun shining, the Firebirds singing and me and Solanaceae being dragged off by another teacher.
Joy.
Of course, me being, well me, I just had to confront the Necromancer. I could have just left her alone, but no. That would have been no fun right? With Solanaceae confrontation equals strangling me. Her hold is getting better though so, good for her.
Before we could bloody ourselves up too much, (pity) Professor Drake just had to catch us. Cyrus was in a particularly crabby mood today as well, so before we knew it he was dragging us away into the Myth classroom.
Solanaceae muttering most likely very offensive things under her breath as we went.
Professor Drake practically threw open the doors to his classroom, and then roughly yanked the two of us inside.
After settling down behind his desk, he scowled at us like we were the filth that was polluting WizardCity. I returned the look to my best capabilities.
"I assume, Miss Vita, Miss Solanaceae, you know why your here?" He said disdainfully.
"Because I was assaulted?"
He focused his hard gaze on Solanaceae, who looked back defiantly, raising and elegant eyebrow she added "I suspect you have gotten used to this Cyrus? Why bother? Just expel the Filth over there and all of this will subside." She said snarkily.
"Filth? I'll give you filth you stuck-up arrogant little Pureblood -"
"Silence Vita! Solanaceae you will address me by Professor Drake at all times -"
"Cyrus."
I could practically feel the waves of irritation roll off of the Myth teacher, and even though I despised the Death student's very existence, I had to admit. Well done with that... Drake was absolutely fuming at her, though, which hopefully would make him put most of the blame on her...
"Detention. Both of you." Drake hissed. "And if you misbehave while in detention, you will do it again. And again. And again. I don't care how long it takes you, you will learn to tolerate each other!"
My eyes widened. I just stared up at him with as much hatred as I possibly could. Detention with Solanaceae was one thing, I could handle it probably, after last time. But- but every day...EVERYDAY? I could not possibly -
I glanced over at said girl, who right now (If possible) was even paler than usual, and looked horrified.
"Are you telling me, I am stuck in detention with THAT until – until what we graduate?!"
"That's just cruel," I added.
Drake sighed deeply, "Not until you graduate Miss Solanaceae, just until you learn to get along."
"Oh so forever then? Bloody fantastic! I can't believe this! This – this is – you can't do that! I have a life you know! I have things to do you, prat -! "
I snickered. Just a little. I couldn't help it. Hearing her voice so hopeless; it was hilarious. Even if I was in the same boat. And besides...
"What the hell are you laughing at?" She snapped, eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry – but that accent when you get mad..."
"You are obsessed with my voice, you realize? It always sounds like this anyways If you'd just listen –"
"Yeah I usually tune out what you're saying so..."
"Oh, you wretched-!"
"Enough!" Professor Drake was now looking as though he had a headache coming on, and was trying to keep himself calm. After all murdering students would surely get him fired...
"I," He drawled out icily "Am going to ignore everything you just said Solanaceae. I am being merciful today...Your first detention I'm sure of MANY starts today after classes. Do not be late either of you. And don't give me more reasons to punish you." Drake sighed again. "I tried so very hard to get both of you expelled too..."
...
...
I was hoping that, without any issues, of course, I could try and put some of my...ideas to work tonight. Ideas that, of course, involve the place where the old Death School once stood.
I don't know why, maybe it was the sheer curiosity, maybe it was the strange feeling of a dark thrill whenever I glanced down into the darkness, maybe it was how panic lit Solanaceae's features when I mentioned it. Who knows?
It was happening, though.
I was sure of it.
So long that said Death nuisance doesn't kill me in detention I should be fine.
Speaking of the devil...
Just a few yards from the Myth classroom, I ran into Solanaceae. She looked irritated beyond all belief and sent a nasty look my way when she noticed me.
"You just HAD to go and get us detention for life didn't you?" She muttered coldly. I just glared at her. Like it was my fault she tried to strangle me (AGAIN). And so yes maybe I started it, but it was...It...She had it coming.
"It was your fault. Don't be modest now."
"Bugger off."
"Don't try anything. We're in deep enough as it is."
"And who's fault is that?"
"Yours! You bitch!"
Solanaceae then made a very rude and unladylike gesture to me. "Oh real mature." I hiss. Golden eyes narrowed all the while, I couldn't help but feel that her energy was strangely off today. Suddenly I wondered if starting something at this particular moment had been such a great idea.
I got my answer when she reached for her wand, pulling it out to aim right between my eyes in one quick fluid motion.
So this was how it was going to go?
I had practice in this certain situation, and I mirrored her movement exactly.
There was a tense crackling silence. I was ready, I had a spell on the tip of my tongue. I was almost hoping Professor Drake would show up; last time this happened she hit me full on with a hex that made me grow large bat ears that stayed put for forty-eight hours.
"Mobiarmus Demoenum!"
"Lumindo Horrendenta !"
We said the spells at the exact same moment, and simultaneously two streaks of light shot out from our wands and clashed violently together in a flurry of green and black sparks. This was not supposed to happen.
I know I had just taken a huge risk. That spell; Is the one I learned just in case. I couldn't – I couldn't help myself. It was in a forbidden spell book. That's not all. A forbidden DEATH spell book. One I had gotten from the library. Dammit...
Why did I do that? On school grounds -
I felt suddenly very lightheaded. I world around me swam.
Everything turned to black.
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All around me, there was nothing but darkness. A color darker than black. Complete void. Until the surroundings formed into place around me. A large elegant room, with marble floor and high ceiling that had deep red tapestries on the walls.
I saw a woman walking out, a woman with long dark black hair, and equally as dark eyes, shining strangly. I had never seen her before I was sure of it. But she was so familiar.
Alongside her fell a child. A little girl, with equally as dark hair and eyes.
They were in a sort of conversation – but it was all muffled to me.
I only understood parts
"Do you understand why..." The woman was saying softly, but I could hear an edge to it that shouldn't have been there.
"...No...I dont...Should I?" The voice was familiar.
The scenec dissolved around me once more.
I only heard voices this time. No images.
"I will."
"You dont undertsand this could cost you your life!"
"I know."
"You can't -!"
"I'm protecting her! I can and I will."
...
...
Then after that, I saw a scene playing out in front of me very, very clearly.'
I could feel this person's emotions like I was watching this happen from their eyes...
...
Bright moonlight glistened off of the pale skin of the figure walking stealthily through the corridor. A dark claret hood pulled tightly around their head, and the rest cloaked their body. Dark eyes, the color of amythest, a deep royal purple stared out into the darkness, darting around. Checking for any signs of a guard.
A small thin strand of almost black hair escaped the hood, hanging loosly in the way. Just barely.
A women, a girl of no more than 14 years of age tip-toed quietly through the corridoor.
Stealth was all that mattered. All that mattered was not getting caught. For if she was caught, she would be killed without mercy.
But some things, she believed were just worth the risk.
Soft black leather boot padded across the marble floors with extreme caution, and the cloak swished silently around her ankles. The risk was all too real for her, but she must do as she was told.
She has to help.
Her prize; something she was after, was the very relic that could decide fate. The fate of all of us. The fate of the Spiral itself. Perhaps. And now, it was in her hands.
All she had to do was get away. As fast as she possibly could. For she must survive.
The door right within her grasp. The object of her interest tucked saftly away, she pulled the hood closer. The women stepped out of the veiw of the skylight, the moon no longer illuminating her pointed features.
Opening it, just barely, she slipped out into the night.
The moon shone once again.
The rooftops were all open to her, she knew it. And she intended to escape. Escape beofre they realized just what they were missing. She was not quite ready to die yet. Quite the countary. They would die, she was sure, far before she.
Now...Let's go...
A voice in her mind willed her forward. And she leaped with the grace of black cat off of the platform. She willed her legs to go as fast as they could, keeping her cloak of claret pulled tight, her leather boots made hardly more than a small tap, tap, tap on the concrete of the rooftops.
She hardly noticed when she would leap over the gaps between the buildings, all that mattered was that she made it away before the stricking of the clock. When big ben struck twelve, hell would break lose. After all, a woman has got to cover her tracks if she does not wish to be hunted down and killed.
She ran faster.
A dark blur, if even, gliding along the rooftops of Marleybone. It was getting close now. She felt it.
Then she stopped. On the rooftop of an old factory building she stopped, and turned to gaze back, the place of her crimes was now far, far behind her. She had managed to make time. She would live to see the next break of dawn. And thats all that mattered.
A great chiming went all through out the city, the clock had run out.
She smirked.
She felt the repeated beep of her own timer, and she stood outlined, agasitn the starry night sky. A dark silhoutte agasint the light.
Suddenly an earth-shattering noise could be heard. She watched flames dance in the distance. Where she had been mere moments ago.
The building exploded, all evidence destroyed, no idea what was missing, no idea nything was missing.
And really all that mattered was Blood, Blast, and Fire.