I was on the battlefield, weapons in hand, cutting down the enemy one at a time. I could see Blaze out of the corner of my eye, and she was faring quite well, like she did the first day she got here.
Then I glanced over, and also saw my mom. She was surrounded by Darklings, and plenty of Delterra. I finished slaying the Delairi in front of me, and ran over to my mother only to see her fall, her blades falling to the ground. I picked up my speed only to be tackled by a creature that I didn’t see. With my blade I severed its head from its neck in one strike, although it was difficult.
I pushed its headless body off of me, and stood up quickly to see Blaze protecting my mother’s body. I kept running until I got to my mother’s body. When I got there I fell to my knees beside her and cradled her body. Seeing the wounds I knew she wasn’t going to survive. And, with that realization my whole body went numb. I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t see anything, although it wasn’t from tears. I never cried in front of anybody.
My mother is going to die. The person who supported me. The person who loves me unconditionally. The person who taught me how to cook, and use my powers. The person who gave me my morals. She was going to die.
I finally snapped back to reality to see that the fight was over, many creatures having fled, and saw Blaze on the ground. I set my mother down, and rushed over to her. I didn’t know why but I cared. I cared whether she died or not. I cared whether she was hurt or not.
When I saw her wounds I inspected them, and they weren’t too serious. Fortunately.
I went back over to my mother, Blaze in my arms, and set Blaze down beside her. I saw a healer coming, one that actually worked for the school, and was certified for it, and backed away. I knew when I was healing someone, usually with minor wounds though, I needed space.
I picked Blaze up, knowing the my mother had more fatal wounds, and took her to the infirmary where a nurse took her. She set her on a stretcher, and wheeled her into a small room where she grabbed gauze, disinfectant, stitches, and a needle for the stitches. I followed her inside and asked if she needed any help. She told me to take off Blaze’s shirt and start cleaning out the wounds.
The nurse left the room, most likely to check on any other wounded she has, and left me to my job. I was thorough with my work, and was finished a few minutes before the nurse returned. When she did she told me that I could go and help anyone with minor wounds. I did just that.
After that was done I went and started searching for my mother’s room.
I found her in a room a few doors down from Blaze’s. I went in to check on her, and saw many doctors and nurse rushing around the room, trying to save her. But she was already gone, I knew. She couldn’t be healed.
I noticed that my eyes started stinging, and my throat was thick from emotion. I pushed it all down so I was an emotionless shell of nothing. Once she had flat lined for ten minutes the doctors stopped trying to heal her. And she was truly gone.
I had found a chair to sit in, and had been sitting there for who knows how long. Eventually I saw someone peek in the opened doorway, and recognized their fiery red hair. She had finally woken up. That’s good. She couldn’t die or our whole world, and other worlds, would be doomed.
I sat there for a few more hours until I couldn’t look at her anymore. I made my way upstairs to my room. I wanted to just sleep but I couldn’t. So, I sat against my bed, and stared out my window. I didn’t want to let the tears out. But I lost the fight of keeping them away, and in my eyes.
One tear escaped, and I could feel a trail of heat run down that small portion of my cheek, landing on my lap. Then the tears kept coming.
I curled up, and pulled my knees into my chest, resting my arms on my knees and my head in between my knees. I really despised crying. I saw it as a vulnerability that I didn’t ever want anyone to see. But I couldn’t make them stop.
I started to laugh hysterically, quietly. I was the top of the school at combat, at controlling my ability, and yet I couldn’t even save my god damn mother. And I called myself useful.
Eventually I stopped my hysterical laughing because I heard a sound come from Blaze’s room. It sounded like she was walking towards the bathroom. I looked at the half open door to the bathroom, and found that I just couldn’t bring myself to care.
I heard her come to investigate why my door was open. She didn’t even make a sound as she came and sat beside me, a hand on my shoulder. She was actually comforting me. Maybe she wasn’t as heartless as I thought she was.
I laid my head on her shoulder, and she started stroking my hair comfortingly. Eventually I fell asleep from the soothing rhythm of her hand stroking my hair. Her hands against my scalp. Her heat against my cold.
That night I had one of the most peaceful sleeps I had had in years.
The next day I woke up around noon, and I was starving. I decided to get changed, not bothering with a shower, as I usually had morning showers. I decided to stick with a simple t-shirt and jeans. I didn’t even bother gelling my hair back like I usually do.
I slipped on a pair of converse, my favourite pair of shoes, and made my way down to the dining hall. When I got there I noticed that for once I was there before Blaze. She really loved her food.
I dished up my usual amount of food, not as much as Blaze ate, but more than Camden, who ate the usual amount of food a normal person should eat. I went to sit down only to see Blaze walk in. I may have been here earlier than she was, but that definitely doesn’t mean she would skip lunch.
I sat down, and Blaze soon joined me, her mountain of food with her. I swear that she got more and more each time she ate. We both devoured our food, and we walked back to our rooms in companionable silence.
When I got to my room I quickly changed into gym shorts, and slipped on a t-shirt, knowing I’d take it off once I got to the gym. Before I left my room I slipped on my running shoes, having to get rid of my beloved converse.
When I exited my room I saw that Blaze was doing the same her gorgeous, unruly hair in a messy ponytail. She was also wearing a pair of tights that showed off her sexy... her legs, and a loose t-shirt. Even though they weren’t the girliest of clothes, she somehow made them look extremely good.
We walked to the gym together, and I contemplated how this was going to work. Were we just going to do our own thing? Were we going to work together? Were we going to spot each other? I really had no clue.
When we arrived at the gym there was no one else there, and we both went off to do our separate workouts. I glanced at Blaze a few times to see that she was doing some fairly complicated and hard workouts. I even had trouble with them and I was the best in the school. Not anymore, apparently.
Then we spotted each other when we used the bench press, and other similar equipment. After we were done we walked back to our respective rooms. When I got back to my room I started to draw. Not many people knew, but I really loved art, specifically drawing. I wasn’t the best, but I still enjoyed it.
After an hour or two I started to get restless, so I went out to the soccer field, a soccer ball in hand. When I got there I decided that I was going to work on my long shots until it was around dinner time. I started from half, and shot from there.I shot from all different directions.
When it was close to dinner time I headed back to my room. When I got there I heard the shower on and knew that Blaze was having a shower. I really needed to wash my face, and gel my hair back.
I didn’t really know why I started walking in the bathroom when she was showering, I think just to annoy her, but then it just became a habit.
I washed off my face, and gelled my hair pretty quickly from doing it so much, and made my way out of the bathroom so that Blaze could get out of the shower. Just as I was closing the door I saw Blaze step out of the shower, the front of her body facing me.
My eyes widened as I saw her tanned skin. Her small, muscular breasts. Her long, sexy legs. The muscles that covered everything, from head to toe. Her calloused skin.
I closed the door quickly. I leaned against it as I sighed. She wasn’t the conventional sexy, but she was sexy in her own way. I felt the tightening in my pants, and hoped that nobody noticed at dinner. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I schooled my face into indifference.
I changed into my previous outfit of a t-shirt, jeans, and my converse. I made my way out of my room, and saw that Blaze was just going down the staircase. I slowed my pace, so that I didn’t have to walk beside her.
She looked really fucking sexing in her sweatpants, and almost too short sweater.
Once we made it to the dining hall we both made our way quickly to the food. We both tried to ignore each other, but when Blaze reached up I saw her toned stomach. I remembered what I had seen moment ago, my pants tightening even more, and looked away. Only to make eye contact with her.
Her blush was really noticeable, one of the cons of being an Ignisa. My blush wasn’t very noticeable since I was an Aquem. I don’t know why it worked that way but it did.
We both looked away as soon as we made eye contact. Even though she had an expression of indifference I could see she was really embarrassed. I had never really seen her express that much emotion towards anything. Other than anger, of course. Hell, I had never been this embarrassed.
Once we had both gotten all our food we headed towards our booth were Camden and Iris were already sitting. We sat in our usual spots, Camden beside me, and Iris beside Blaze.
A few bites into my food I heard Camden say, “Wow, the sexual tension is so thick I would need the sharpest knife to cut through it. Could you guys fuck already?”
My blush intensifies, and I send a death glare Camden’s way, and a punch to his shoulder. A hard punch. A really hard punch.
He jumped, rubbing his shoulder, whining, “Owww, dude! You didn’t have to hit me so hard!”
“Yes, I did,” I said, monotone, “It was very necessary.”
Satisfied I went back to eating my delicious food, My blush eventually going away.
After I fell asleep that night I heard noises coming from Blaze’s room. Muffled ’No″s and pleading were heard through the doors.
I went to investigate, and found Blaze curled up in her sheets, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat. I saw tears running down her cheeks. I didn’t take pity on her since I frequently got nightmares, and I hated getting pity from others because of it. I’m sure Blaze didn’t like it either.
So I took my chances, and tried to get her out of this nightmare.