Panic and Disorder
Aidrian looked up furiously at the man above him; his teeth grinding together. He really didn't know why he was so upset, he just woke up, and that last thing he wanted to feel right now was anger.
The man paled, and stumbled back, falling to the floor ungracefully. Aidrian sat up, and flexed his hands in front of him, as if not quite believing what he was seeing.
"Your s-supposed t-to be dead! You were in a c-coma; you power was u-useless to you!" Aidrian's eyes hardened and he sat up straight, allowing the covers to fall off of his chest.
"That is where you are quite wrong. You see; my magic is what has just woken me up, alarming me that someone was trying to kill me off permanently. It has kept me alive these…how long has it been now?"
The first nurse stood up slowly, and made her way over to the other side of the bed; Aidrian jumped and a magical field appeared, separating him from everyone in the room, protecting him.
The man screamed; and almost fell over himself trying to get out of the door.
"NO!" Aidrian's eyes glowed, and he shot out his hand, another force field appeared and stopped the man dead in his tracks. His eyes widened, and began frantically searching the room for another way out. Aidrian's face turned sad, and he closed his eyes.
"If you tried to kill me, than you will try to kill another. And unlike that other person, I don't think they would be able to protect themselves as well as I can. I'm sorry." Aidrian's open fist suddenly closed sharply; the man screamed, and screamed and screamed. And than he disappeared, a loud 'BOOM' was echoing in the room. Aidrian's hand dropped lifelessly onto the covers beside him. He had sent the man to the underworld, where a few friends of his would be there to welcome him; thinking this, Aidrian shuddered. Meeting them was anything but pleasant.
Aidrian was trembling, and his knees began drawing up to his chest. The nurse that had been on the ground was up already, and was drawing nearer to the shaking body, seeing that his shields had gone down. Aidrian hadn't truly used his powers in over two years, and the shock of awaking from such a deep sleep could damage his body.
The nurse sat down beside him, and she put her hand on his back, rubbing small circles trying to calm him down. He suddenly fell back, his body still, but his eyes were still open.
"The year…its 2005 isn't it?" At the nurses surprised nod, he sighed sadly, "Don't…don't tell the press quite yet, I need time to sort this out." The nurse nodded, and proceeded to drag her peer out of the room, who was staring in wonder at the young man that had saved her life just a few moments before.
"Oh wait…" the two women turned around quickly, Aidrian was looking at them from the big bed, his tired eyes big and pleading, the two medi-witched could feel their hearts melt in their chests, "What are your names? I'd like to know them for…future references, and maybe I could come and visit you; kind of my way of thanking you for taking care of me for so long. I know it was hard, I'm not that easy of a patient, whether I'm comatose or not." Aidrian chuckled weakly at his dry attempt at humor.
"Malaya and Natalia." Said Malaya, the one that had comforted Aidrian, he nodded, and closed his eyes. Both girls' eyes looked at each other; and ran over and hugged him awkwardly. He stiffened, but melted in their embraces tiredly; glad for the small amount of affection amd comforthe was receiving after to long.
"It was no trouble looking after you. You're to cute to be a problem." Natalia whispered, hugging him harder; making Aidrian blush crimson. Girls weren't his area of expertise, whether they were younger or older. Malaya planted a feather light kiss on his forehead; and gave him one last hug before the two girls pulled themselves out of the room; Aidrian was still blushing when he lied back down and closed his eyes.
Ten minutes later, after he was sure that the two women were gone, Aidrian opened his eyes, and got up out of the bed. He waved his hand, and the flimsy hospital robes morphed into pants and a tunic. The tunic was a dull green, with black lining at the cuts on the sides of the arms and on the front where the neck dipped down showing off his collarbones and chest. He deftly conjured gloves that were cut off at the fingers and traveled all the way to his elbow (He made sure that they were secured over the sleeves of his shirt); they were done in a similar color as his pants. He slipped into a pair of boots that went all the way up to his knees; he made sure to tuck his pants into the boots as well.
Slowly, he walked over to the bathroom on the other side of the room, limping slightly. Inside, he found a comb and went through his hair; since it hadn't really been cut in 2 years, it was flowing off past his shoulders, down his back in a smooth black waterfall. He noticed, with slight disgust, that it was greasy and dull in the light, making it look unwashed and unkempt. He muttered a spell that left his hair gleaming healthily in the dim lighting.
"I look like a bloody girl." Aidrian scowled at his reflection, and conjured a black piece of leather into his hands, tying it back as neatly as possible. His bangs fell into his eyes, and he blew them away; he noticed that even though they were in his eyes, they were so long; they parted slightly at the crown of his head, making their way well past his chin, he scowled again at his reflection and talked to it vehemently, "I am never going to sleep again if this is going to be the outcome."
Quietly, he snuck out of his room of two years, and sprinted down to the double doors. He looked behind him if there was anyone there, following him, and slammed into a warm body. He flailed in the air for a moment before falling onto his back and hitting his head hard against the hard marble floor.
He gasped and closed his eyes willing the stars to go away; this was not the best way to make a welcome after two years.
"Merlin save us all…you're awake." Aidrian opened his eyes, and jumped up to the best of his abilities, putting his hand up in a defensive maneuver. He stumbled slightly; realizing he was over exerting his body. He fought off the fatigue that was fighting against him now; and forced himself to focus; and nearly fainted.
The entire Wizarding Press was standing in front of him; magical cameras and pens in hand; staring at him like gaping fish. His eyes suddenly caught something, there was also a young man; his age perhaps, White hair that was sleek and shiny in the light, and a strong physical structure; he noticed, jealously, that he was a head taller than even some of the most well built people in the room. He was the one who he had crashed into. As Aidrian stood there for a moment, trying to remember a way out of this predicament he turned and ran.
"When in doubt, run!"
It was a few seconds later that Aidrian heard the pounding of footsteps behind him; it only urged him to move faster and swifter. Calling on that unknown source of magic that seemed to be bubbling in his mind, he added a magical spurt of speed into his feet. It almost seemed to the people behind him, that he was flying.
Aidrian spotted a pair of double doors at the far end of the hallway, and pounded faster and harder in that direction; he faintly felt his chest wheeze for air, and the outside of his vision fill with black dots; but he didn't care. The only thing that was one his mind right now was finally breathing that fresh, crisp October air.
Aidrian flung himself out the back doors, into the cold morning air; he gulped it in, over and over, as he kept running; not seeming to be able to get enough of it.
"Better slow down, don't wanna look too conspicuous." Aidrian chuckled dryly, and slowed to a jog, until finally evolving into a limping slow walk.
OOOOO! Who will our hero meet next? Who will be revealed? I know! review and find out! lol I love cliffies!
Angel