School of the Chosen

A story by xxacidxx

Rage

Amon could not sleep. He lay awake in bed all night, tossing and turning, trying to find sweet oblivious sleep. It never found him, though. All he could think about was Kinneta and how Ebony was locked away in the dungeon. He was positive that she hadn't been a traitor, but the others were not. All Amon could do was wait out the night, and he decided the best way to do that was to write. He'd found—in the past—that it helped to get his emotions out onto paper. As the words began to flow from his quill, the tears also flowed from his eyes, leaking down and lacing drops together on his paper and slurring the words. How was he going to overcome this pain?

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Dax had sat holding Arianna in her bed until she'd fallen asleep, grasping his hand for dear life. When she had fallen into the dream realm, he carefully detached himself and found his way to Ben's room, letting himself inside without a word. He'd been met by Ben halfway to the bed, who had apparently been expecting him.

The two caught each other into a tight embrace, clinging to each other as if trying to release some of the pain and fear from their bodies. Dax, being taller than his blind lover, rested his chin on the teen's head.

"What if it had been you?" Ben whispered, tears running down his delicate features.

"Shh…" Dax said rubbing his boyfriend's back soothingly. "You mustn't think like that."

Ben let out a shuttering breath and nodded again the blonde's chest.

"I know." He murmured, enjoying the warmth Daxento provided.

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When at last morning came upon the School of the Chosen, Amon was waiting outside the door to the dungeon, eager to see Ebony, providing Professor Lawson kept his promise.

It was not long before Amon spotted Damon heading towards him, wand in hand. Without a word to the other man unlocked the door and opened it for him.

"She will be kept down there until we have questioned her and proved her guilty." Damon said as Amon started his descent.

He hurried down into the torch-lit room that looked centuries old, even though the School itself was built only fifteen years earlier. Maybe they had built it like that for a reason, but he found it strange that the school even had a dungeon. It certainly not hold any of the Death Eaters, so what was it for? Amon pushed these thoughts from his mind and he thought again of Ebony.

"Ebony?" Amon asked as he stepped into the place, looking at all of the cells. There weren't very many, six at the most.

"Amon?" A figure that looked a great deal like a shadow stepped up to the bars, gripping one in each hand.

The writer hurried forward and grasped her hands through the bars.

"I didn't do it." She said quickly and urgently, trying to convince him.

"I know." He said gently and moved a hand up to stroke her dark locks.

Amon rested his forehead on the bars, looking directly into Ebony's eyes. She stepped forwards and rested her own forehead over his against the bars, clasping his hands through the rough iron things.

"They'll believe you soon, they just have to be careful." The writer said, his voice sounding as if he was trying very hard to comfort Ebony.

She pulled her head away from the bars and nodded, watching as he moved his head as well.

"Yes, let's hope." She murmured and then put a slim arm out of the bars to rest her cold hand on Amon's cheek.

"I'm sorry about Kinneta." Ebony said, frowning sadly.

"So am I." Amon's voice was filled with regret, and he heard someone coming down the stairs.

He turned quickly to see Professor Flame, a tray of food in hand.

She frowned slightly and stepped towards Amon and Ebony.

"Damon told me you are to leave now, Amon." She spoke in apologetic tones.

"Can't I just see her without the bars for a minute?" He asked, eyes narrowing, and voice pleading.

"Only just for a moment, I have to give Ebony her food anyway." Professor Flame unlocked the heavy metal with a flick and the door swung open. "Don't tell Damon, mind." She added.

Ebony launched herself into Amon's waiting arms, burying her head in the hollow between his neck and shoulder.

Professor Flame stepped back in respect and averted her eyes.

Amon kissed Ebony then, savouring her, if only for a short while.

"It's time, Amon." The older woman said, eyes still on the ground.

Amon broke free from Ebony, who stepped back inside her cell.

"I'll be back later." The writer promised as he turned down the hall and started up the stairs.

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"Do you think it was really her, Dax?" Arianna asked him, sitting cross-legged in one of the lounges. Around her were Pandora, Ben, and Daxento.

"I don't know. It must have been…Who else would it have been?" He replied, not looking up. He was watching his thumb circle over Ben's knuckle as they held hands.

"I think it was her." Pandora put in using a bold voice. "She was always cold and secretive."

None of them had noticed how Amon was standing in the shadow of the door frame, listening, anger seeping from him. It's a wonder that Pandora had not noticed the change, for she had such powers. The writer's hands were clenched into fists and he was almost shaking with the rage.

"Yes, she was, wasn't she?" Arianna said in a small voice, lifting a hand to her mouth, thinking it over. "I don't see how it was any of us."

"Yes," Ben agreed. "If it would have been anyone in the school, it would be her."

Amon was no longer able to lurk in the shadows and he stepped into the room.

"How can you sit there and say such things?" His voice was like ice. And everyone froze, not even daring to look at him. "Had you not noticed how she had come out of her shell? She was like us. Like all of us. How can you be so cruel? Have you forgotten that she is part of your family?"

"Amon, we were only—" Pandora started, only to be cut off. Everyone was looking at Amon now, save Ben.

"You are all back stabbing gits!" Amon threw at them and then turned from the room and stormed out, his heavy footsteps could be heard for what seemed like forever as the group sat in complete and silent shock.

"He's just upset." Daxento reasoned. "With Kinneta…and Ebony…he's just upset."

The others nodded in agreement but could not deny that Amon's behaviour had scared them all a little.

A/N: Sorry for the late update. I actually had over half this chapter done last month, but then my Microsoft Word wasn't working, and I forgot about it. Hopefully I will get another chapter up in the next week.

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