Martin Mystery Fallen Angel
Writer: Asheron Karuma
Disclaimer: I don't own Martin Mystery
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Back at Torrington, Martin had been brought to his room, he was still there sleeping, Diana and java were there as well, watching over him, something told Diana she just had to
She was sitting on the edge of his bed, replacing the ice of his forehead, the fever had lowered a little not much but it was better then nothing, when she tried to put on another barrel of ice Martin made a sign of awakening
"Martin, are you awake?"
Martin slowly opened his eyes, grunting as he closed one of them again
"I am now... where am I?"
"Back at Torrington, you've slept for 2 days straight..."
"2 days!"
Martin sat up by this only to feel a soft pain on his back he grunted painfully as he laid back
"are you sure you're okay, you've been acting strange lately"
"I'm fine sis, I just need some sleep..."
Martin turned around in his bed facing the wall, Diana looked worrisome as she saw 2 faint red striped visible on his back
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Diana and Java were finally gone, java had some work to do as a janitor and Diana was back in the study hall making her homework
It was already late and all classes were over when Martin, who had finally come out of bed... only to get him some food from the cafeteria walked back, still he had a headache and still he had dizzy spells now and then, but he couldn't stop eating, he was starving after all
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When he was done eating, Martin graphed the plate and closed his bedroom door behind him, Diana was walking in the same hallway to her room
"What are you doing, you are supposed to be in bed!"
"Well I can't sleep and get better without eating something, I haven't eaten something in days!"
Diana was angry at Martin for being so in responsible, he could have asked her for some food
"Give me that!"
"Give you what?"
"That plate!"
"Why?"
"I'll bring it back to the kitchen, you need to rest!"
"I am quite capable of doing that myself, sis. And it is good to stretch your legs after being in bed for such a long time"
Martin walked off, Diana was now even more angry at him, if he would faint on the way she would certainly not go back to carry him, she was feeling the urge to just take the plate and smack him with it across the face
Then she got tapped on the shoulder, Diana screamed as she turned around, but it was just Java.
"Ooh it's just you Java"
"Diana, alright?"
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Martin was underway to the kitchen, he hadn't seen Diana this angry for sometime now...
But she had her reasons, not even he knew what was going on... he seemed to have gaps in his memories... waking up somewhere else all the sudden and only remembering that he had a terrible headache
He entered the kitchen of the cafeteria, since Java was still at work it was open...
He put down the plate only to be struck by a dizzy spell again, he leaned back against the door of the fridge, having a headache again... he knew that something was terrible wrong
He walked forward not even being able to stand up or walk straight, he pushed over a pile of dishes witch clattered over the floor of the kitchen, broken
Martin fell on his knees clutching for his head again, he ended up screaming
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Diana and java looked up, first there was a sound of dishes falling on the ground continued by a scream...
Both Java and Diana reacted at this the same time
"Martin"
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Diana and Java slammed open the doors of the kitchen, the whole place was a mess, the kitchen door was full with scratches, dishes were lying broken on the ground and again a blood trail and white feathers... both leading to the dining hall and from there to a broken window
But no sign of Martin...
The silence of fear got disrupted by large clattering from the main hall of Torrington, the hall with a glass loop over the roof and a set of stairs going upwards to the other floors
Diana and Java quickly made way to the main hall, but from the hallway they could see that someone had fallen through the loop window on the ground...
Diana feared the most and her fear became reality, the person lying on the ground was Martin
His white pj shirt was ripped to shreds, his back was covered with blood and from the ceiling still little pieces of glass came down together with white feathers