CHAPTER 34: Fires of Rage

As I was walking to the campus park with my colleagues on a brand new day, Harriet rushes to us with a paper in hand.

"Hey guys," the journalist hooks, "you'll never believe it: A student died here yesterday!"

"WHAT?!" Jack and Maddie gasp. I remain silent as I try to process this information.

"Yeah, he was lingering in the parapsychology lab areas when some radiation hit him. Must have sent him over the edge because he was rushed to the hospital. He died a few hours later. Please take these!"

We each get our own paper. The details suggested the victim was indeed in our building. When I read the name of the deceased, I froze.

Techwin had died, and it was because of his stupid curiosity and scheming with Boomer.

Now, before anyone tells me I'm a monster, it's not my fault he was snooping around. That was on his accord. He should have worn protective gear. It's his fault he died. He shouldn't have been there, as simple as that!

Amber was walking towards us ambivalently. She caught glimpse of our papers.

"What happened?" she asked oddly coldly.

"A student died of radiation poisoning," I brief impartially.

"Do we have a name?"

"It's Techwin Something-or-Other." Her irises shrink.

"Give me that!" She snatches my paper and speed reads to the name. She freezes, and then starts to sob, eyeliner streaking. "No… Techwin's… dead. This is horrible!"

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"'I'm sorry for you loss'?! You're heartless, Vlad! You knew him!"

"Not really…"

"Oh, I get it. You're trying to avoid attachment because you were near the area where he was when he got the poisoning."

"I've seen him only once in my life."

"Bullshit, Masters!"

"But I'm telling the truth!"

"Do you remember the day we first met?"

"Yeah. You had magenta hair."

"Do you remember who was there?"

"If you are trying to plant memories into my head to convince me I know him, it's really pathetic."

"Gah! You idiot! He's the same guy who did our effects for our concerts!"

"Well, I didn't know!"

"Get a clue, dumbass! It's called people skills. Try to use them for one in your SORRY-ENDED, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A LIFE!"

"Look, I get why you're upset with me-"

"Oh yeah? Then why don't you act like it? You're soulless. Did you know that? I doubt you did with hollow shell of yours! I don't want anything to do with you!"