Edward blacked out. When he came to, Donald was lying on the ground, as was Hex. "What just happened?" He looked down at his bloody knuckles... "Did I...I..." And then his Third Sight flickered into view for a split second as he saw what he'd done. Just before he had punched Donald, he'd twiched, ever so slightly, like a small siezure. He wondered what this meant. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me...I completely blacked out," he said, helping Donald back to his feet before attending to his familiar, who was just started to twitch back to conciousness.
Adrian roared in fury. He had been attacked, and yet he laughed at it. He mocked Adrian, he toyed with him. He was playing games where games should not be played.
Furious, Adrian stumbled down the staircase and into the chapels main hall. The worshipers fled like terrified flies being swatted at. He had had enough of this home, perhaps it was God that was frustrating his plans. He decided he would move, and leave no evidence of his ever being there.
As he left the building in a rage, it caught fire.
Suddenly, in a bright white flash, it was cleansed. Nothing was left, it was if the matter that once occupied that space has been destroyed. He had disentegrated every last remnant of the chapel. Students screamed and ran, and several teachers almost stood against him, but he whipped their minds into submission and continued on, looking to the abandoned chamber at the top of the Fire Wing...his new home.
"I would seek you myself, if it wasn't for my weakness. I have no problem with you finding me pretty one", he sensed she was uneasied by his challenge, and enraged by his referencing to her as the 'pretty one'.
"Please, do visit whats left of the chapel and pray that I don't make him do any more than that..."
"I shall leave no one alone alone, not when they refuse to obey like the others. And why don't you bring me to you child..."
His insult was well placed, and he felt her grow even more furious. His strenght had increased. He knew she could not possibly drag him against his will now, his mind was so much stonger than it had been then.
Donald spoke with the flower some more. He watched as the pedals drifted away, and floated up towards the fire wing. His intention was to create plants there, but for some reason, the pedals and spores could not make it. Except for one. He watched as a single flower sprouted from a window sill. Beauty within hell.
The energy that was in the room, with both withces present, was astounding. It was so much raw power, Adrian felt the walls groan under the strain.
"You have chosen not to obey, but you are much to strong. Your new friends are weak...they have both fallen to me...and I can do it again."
"My rage comes not from me, but from others...hate begets hate...and death begets death. All those killed in my life, those taken from me, will have their revenge...and I will be the one to carry it out."
He felt her mind weaken, she felt pity for him, she felt sorry for his anger. He grew even more frustrated. He did not like it when others felt like this toward him, it enraged him. He was not to be pitied, but to be feared...respected. Exploiting her temporary weakness, he teleported her back to her spot...and locked away the room magically. He was once again alone, how he liked it.
Posted on 2009-04-27 at 04:53:26.
Edited on 2009-04-27 at 04:54:31 by Babaloo
A child...hmph...she knew nothing. He turned around and sat on the edge of a box. His stomach growled. Yet again, his earthly desires were getting in the way. He opened the box, and to his delight, found a piece of bread, stale of course, inside. He ate it anyway. It was to much trouble to torture the cooks at this point for food, they would get a day off...he had much bigger things to worry about.
He saw the earth burn, with a witch at three points. He saw Dawn, Adrian, and someone else...the enigmatic shape had bodies littering the ground where he stood. Dawn radiated light, and Adrian had a confused hatred. The dark, light, and hatred combined, to create one being...his brother. The stab wounds still covered his body, and he smiled as he encompassed everything, and used it to rain fire from the skies. The earth decayed, withered, and died.The flower in the windowsill was hope, not success. A one in a million chance.
Donald awakened from his reverie to see Dawn beside him.