On and Away
Mr. Dickenson called in a questioning and distracted tone, but he had more important things to attend to than well-meaning seniors or the surrounding celebrations of mindless infants. He limped through the crowd, unnoticed but for a few quizzical glances at the bandaged, lanky, sharp-eyed, beautiful, absolutely severe-looking youth, which came about only because he'd intruded upon their line of sight. Grim, the imposing creature dragged his tired body to a clear ridge amongst the wreckage, shadowed by what remained of the BEGA building (The Abbey had been more impressive when demolished), and stopped, absorbing the sight of his despondent director standing, glaring narrowly around himself as though his ambitions could be rebuilt by willpower alone. When he looked at Tala, the gaze was not brief – it sat, wearied, waiting for his past charge to act.
"I loved BioVolt," the wolf-bearer growled, voice unnaturally pinched by bitterness, rage, sorrow… "I loved you." He met Boris' stare resolutely, violently ripping the BioVolt insignia from his own unbuttoned uniform and casting it at his mentor's feet. "But those days are gone." Tala turned, trudging away, finding it in his aching heart to leave willingly what he'd only ever been forced to leave.
Author's Notes: I liked the idea… Set mere moments after the final Justice Five match, Tyson v. Brooklyn. For a while I toyed with letting dear Tala kick Boris in the head or something, but that's going to be left for some other, longer piece. And oh, in case you've not noticed, I'm only commenting on some of these.