POV CHANGE FROM THIRD TO FIRST (JEREMIES)
I gazed down wide eyed…still not wanting to believe what my eyes had just told me. The taser droning on in my hand and the dark substance on the wall…it was all real. I stood stiff as a statue. The only movement I could perceive was Ulrich's blood running down the wall, and pooling on the ground. 'this proves it…any person who comes in contact with…' the picture finally snapped in my head. I jolted around, and sprinted to December's room. 'Yumi was staying there tonight…oh god….don't tell me…please…she was there when this all started.' My mind reached countless horrible scenarios that may await me in room 756. Half way there, I found myself verbally chanting her name…in some poor hopes that she was even alive. As I approached the door, my reluctancy to enter was matched only with my concern for Yumi's safety. I slowed and peered at the door from a good six feet. It was cracked open. My steps were like lead weights dropped from the roof of the science building…at least that's what they sounded like to me. Just hoping that they were that loud to anyone inside of that room. I pushed open the door, and turned the corner into the room. The image my eyes were met with was one of both relief, and severe alarm. There lay Yumi, in the moonlight through the window, unharmed…yet completely nude. The blood shot straight to my face, and I almost fell as I whirled around. I cautiously backed up, keeping my eyes focused dead ahead.
"Yumi….." I whispered loudly, trying not to wake the entire floor. " Yumi!…" she didn't stir. I was starting to wonder if shed been as unharmed as I had presumed….in my reaching back to avoid tripping, my hand touched something warm…it was Yumi yes…so I began to shake, hoping to wake her…the appendage in my hand, however, didn't feel like a shoulder, or knee…it was another dome shaped feature… ' oh my god' my arm retracted like a released bow. What I just realized I'd done…and thanking whatever God may exist that Yumi was NOT awake for that…and my physical trial and severe error didn't do the job it was intended for… I stepped forward, and said in a semi normal voice… " Yumi, get….." then I simply grew tired of waiting. " UP" the last phrase was actually a very low shout. I heard the quick rustle of sheets.
POV CHANGE FROM FIRST TO THIRD
Yumi looked lazily up at the figure in the center of the room, ignoring the sheets at the foot of the bed. "December, come back to bed, its getting cold." She curled up into a ball near the pillow, and looked again at the person she presumed to be December…and widened her eyes to make him out in the dark. " Why are you dres…" and at that particular instant, she finally realized that December didn't have blonde hair… "Jeremie?!" she dove for the sheets, and wrapped up tightly within them " what the hell are you doing here…where's December?!" Her voice was loud enough to wake the very school itself.
After hearing the coiling of cloth, Jeremie turned around, and tried to calm her down…of course being Jeremie, and not possessing the gift of gab in tight situations, his phrases got pretty garbled.
"Listen Yumi, you have to come with me…something is very very wrong here, and I'm just happy to see you alive." His words threw Yumi way off guard.
"What are you talking about…where's December?" her voice was quavering now that the mention of a life and death scenario was in play. Jeremie held out his hands in the most reassuring pose he could muster, considering the dire forces at work.
"Yumi…youre really not going to believe this whithout seeing it for yourself.
Jeremie stood outside the door, and waited for Yumi's exit of the room after clothing herself… he stared at the wall and actually evaluated the gravity of what he'd done… 'Well, for starters, anyone who's seen Yumi in the nude, and lived to tell the tale is pretty incredible…but' He himself couldn't believe he was thinking this. ' but I actually fondled Yumi…man…I take back all of those things I told myself I wasn't missing by not going after Yumi…except of course for the beating that either Ulirch or December would have dealt me…heh.' His thoughts were very abrubtly interrupted by the swift opening of a door, and it almost threw him off balance. Yumi stepped over him…and for the first time in their knowledge of each others existence, she seemed to tower over him with the most ominous presence he'd ever felt.
"Show me…" Her eyes burned into him. He turned and started down the hall. It was still only three in the morning, and the entire floor was still asleep.
" We need to act quickly, detaining December is out main priority as of right now." Jeremie stated as they strode near the scene of devastation.
"What are you talking about? Detaining him? What's going on, Jeremie." She looked over his shoulder trying to see what he was hiding, as if he were holding it in front of him. They rounded the corner, and Jeremie suddenly stopped, with Yumi running into the back of him. She peered over him, and looked. Blood covered the walls and ceiling, and there, in the center of the hallway, was Ulrich and December, both in a heap on the floor.
" What in the God's good name is going on here?" Yumi's eyes stayed glued to the view before her. Jeremie turned away, and shut his eyes, trying to piece together what he could.
"As far as I can figure, December has been infected with something…Aelita tracked his ethereal movement in Lyoko, and recorded a confrontation between him and a few of XANA's monsters. During the struggle, he was attacked with a spray of some kind of dust or gas…after that, he hideously maimed every creature in sight, and made a run at Aelita. I suppose in short, its like the Berserker gas in that Final Fantasy game of yours." He faced Yumi once more… " So you see…we have to detain him until it wears off…otherwise, were all fucked."