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CHAPTER 7
Kai's POV
I ran at the top of my speed. the cold wind was hitting my cheek and the pure white snow was making crunchy noises beneath my feet. I stopped when I reached the edge of a lake. In my frustration, I threw a stone into the water.
How dare he do it! Is he just that stupid? I let my guard down for a few hours, and that redhead fucking sleeps on me?
I was mad. Not just at him, but on myself as well. I had woken up and found him snuggling against my shoulder, and the first thing I felt was contentment. After witnessing the painful grimaces he was making last night, seeing him in such a relaxed and peaceful position somehow made me happy. That was just wrong.
I pushed him off, got ready, and left without caring about anything else. Now standing here staring at the horizon, I felt angry. This was a more intense feeling, nothing like the small tantrums I usually had. Why wasn't Tala telling me who hurt him? That kelphead let me treat him, freaking slept on my shoulder, and still didn't trust me with this simple fact?
Amidst all these questions, I did have an answer. Boris.
I have seen Tala fight with some boys before, and I'm positive that not even the best Streetfighters could stand a chance against him. So it has to be someone from the Abbey. Boris. No one else in the Abbey could hurt Tala and get away with it.
In the back of my mind, I always suspected that there was tension between our captain and director. Boris was very distant to the rest of the demolition boys. He was partial to tala but never hesitated to punish him along with the other members. I had witnessed him admonishing them, but never seen him physically assault anyone. Despite this, I knew that Boris was capable of that and much more.
After seeing Tala that vulnerable and scarred yesterday, I felt more connected with him. Especially the scars... I have them too.
My scars appear older than his (some of them have faded so well that only a faint white line remains) but the position and the unmistakable marks of a whip are the same. How did I get them? Why does Tala have scars that look just as old?
Most importantly, Why do I care about him!?
Tap. Tap. Gulp.
Tap. Gulp.
Two boys were playfully competing with each other on who was better at skipping rocks on the lake. I wished my life was that carefree.
Exhausting myself by running had cleared my mind, though it had restarted my headache. My head was buzzing. It has been like this since I replaced Dranzer with Black Dranzer. Two spirits were competing in my head. The more I communed with Black Dranzer, the more I realized that her aura is totally different from Dranzer's. My phoenix's flames were resourceful. It was generally peaceful, a steady white-hot flame that destroyed everything impure, yet lit your path with its soft glow. Black Dranzer's energy was gaudier. A raging wildfire that created both smoke and demolished everything on its path. But sometimes the smoke clouded your vision of the path ahead. At times, when I practice strong moves, the smoke almost chokes me. Contrary to what one might expect, the fumes sedated me. It gave me a numb sense of ecstasy, and by the time the smog cleared, the battle would be over and I would be victorious. This was incommutable.
Those silly boys were gone, and I was enjoying the silence. Wait a second.. it was suspiciously quiet. I turned and saw about 15 pairs of eyes staring at me. My brain froze for a moment, and I leaped out of their view in a millisecond. I'll regret that forever. A frenzy of crazy fans pounced on me. They were all kids, below the age of 10.
"Can you teach me to blade?"
"Why are you always silent?"
"Why were you not with the blade breakers that day?"
"Is the team ready for finals? Will you take me to meet the others?"
Their shrill voices were making my headache evolve into a migraine. "Go away."
They didn't listen.
"Why are you alone?"
"Will you give me your autograph?"
"No," I replied sternly. But they continued to buzz in my ear and one of them even dared to grab my hand and try to write on it.
This infuriated me. I hated being touched.
Out of reflex, I pushed the boy away. The blow came harder than I had intended, and the boy was thrown back. For a moment I felt satisfied. And then I was disgusted by my pleasure at the kid's pain. The other kids had run away, except for one. This one had escaped my notice. He was short but looked older than the rest.
"You are a bigger douchebag than I thought. Is this how you treat fans?"
Go away
Go away
I mentally pleaded. Something was happening to me. The ringing in my ears was increasing, and that random buzz was taking turning into violent hissing. Then all of a sudden it was replaced with ghostly voices. They were whispering something, but I was unable to make any sense of it. They were just deafening me. I shook my head and returned to reality just in time to hear the boy say, "You aren't even listening! Is this why you don't blade so often in championships? Cause you keep zoning out? or do your skills just suck?"
In anger at what happened to his friend, The boy probably forgot who he was messing with. Whatever control I had acquired was thrown out of the window. I drew my blade out and aimed it right at his eye. That cockroach had enough sense to know what he had done. He turned and ran like a coward.
I chased him. something had gotten over me.
I was enjoying every second of this. The boy's desperate cry for help and his whimper for forgiveness all while he panted like a dog while running excited me. I could outrun him any time, but I was doing this just for the thrill of the chase. Just what those voices were telling me to do.
We reached a lonely lane that looked like the outskirts of a slum. He hid in an abandoned house. I am being generous when I refer to this broken structure of wood with a polythene sheet for a roof as a house. I didn't bother going in. I launched my blade at it and enjoyed the view of my companion shredding it to pieces. In between this, the boy managed to get away. He ran like crazy. He probably thought that I missed him, but in reality, I was too engrossed in destroying the structure before me. When the last scrap of timber went up in flames, I came down from my high.
My breathing slowed down, and I was finally out of that trance. I stepped on something and looked down to find that it was a broken piece of a mirror. What I saw there terrified me.
My face was paler than marble, and my eyes were glowing amethyst. As I watched the glow faded into nothing, and I was back to my real self... Gods, WHAT HAD I DONE!?
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AN/That's it for today. I might take longer to upload. [ my exams start within a few days ]. I couldn't include any KaiTala moments in this chapter [gotta roll the plot up] But will make up for it in the next chaps!
If u liked this chapter pls... U know where I'm going with this :)
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