Monikya got out a sheet of paper and closed her eyes. She let her hand move freely, not drawing anything specific. When she opened her eyes, what she saw on her paper wasn't human. It was....this teacher, standing in front of her. Only she didn't look the same. She had dark shadows all over her face, her eyes seeming empty. She was wearing a dark robe, and she was holding a sharp blade.
"Um...for some reason, I feel that it's right though. Like I don't know, but it doesn't feel wrong to have drawn that. Umm, but I don't know what it is...." She didn't release her look on the paper, her eyes glued to her drawing.
((Yea it's called a Reaper. If your a nerd like me, then what Sebastian is in Black Butler XD ))
((Forgot to post :P ))
Monikya saw Tristian fold up the paper and stuff it in his pocket. Pretty smart, considering what their teacher was....or whatever Monikya drew her to be. Monikya pulled out a worn book, Bruiser and opened to a random page and started reading.
((Okie dokie! It's like a grim reaper, like Death I guess. Like a dark blob with a scythe?
Ohh and when is Tristian gonna find out about his powers??))
Monikya looked up and saw Tristian, his eyes drooping and tired. I thought you said you slept well? She asked. She looked up from her book to see the teacher facing the chalkboard, writing something down about ancient literature.
Monikya looked at the schecule. In twenty minutes. She responded. *Man, this class goes by really fast compared to Mythology* She noticed. She looked at her brother, hoping that he would be able to stay awake.
((When is Tristian gonna find out about his powers?))
((How about at lunch people make fun and assult Monikya??))
Monikya saw her brother drumming his fingers, and thanked the Lord when the bell rang to signal lunch and switching classes. She went next door to her next class, dropped off her stuff, and went to lunch, finding Eve in the hallway.
Monikya stood up to go get something from a side table serving condiments and untensils, when three big guys circled her against the wall. She turned around to face them and their eyes seemed hollow, like how Ms. Nythen's were in the picture she drew. She backed up into the hallway, and the guys followed her, not letting her see anything behind them. She ran into a wall, and the guys squeezed in closer, looking demonic. She couldn't make a sound, and the guys kept on inching closer like robots.
Eve looked up at Tristian. "Um, no I don't know where she went." She whispered back.
Monikya's head snapped to the side. One of the boys held his hand out, he had just smacked her face! She felt her face heat up, her skin turning hot from making contact with his palm. Another boy kneed her in the stomach, and she sank like a rock. Why are they doing this to me? She thought as she doubled over, clutching her stomach. She looked up and saw their eyes, black as night, with red flames burning beneath the skin. She could feel her eyes growing heavy as the third boy kicked her temple with the tip of his heavy boot. She could feel herself going unconcious. Why?
Monikya could hear her brother try to help her, but she was in too much pain to register what she was hearing. She blacked out, the last thing she heard was her brother yelling at one of the guys.
When Tristian saw his sister pass out, anger consumed him. He hated these guys almost as much as he hated his father, they ahd no right to hurt his sister!! "I SAID BACK OFF!!!" he roared, flames burst around his, his whole body lit up, he clunched his fists, "Backa wayf rom her now!" he raored through the falmes.
Monikya felt her whole body grow warm with heat. She opened her eyes, and saw her brother lit on fire! She couldn't tell if she was seeing things, maybe she had been hit harder than she thought, but her eyes opened wider, and indeed, her brother was on fire from head to toe! She tried to sit up, barely able to lean against the wall for support. She watched in awe as her brother screamed at the boys over the roar of the flames.
Tristian inwardly cursed himself for bursting into flames, he swung a fist at one of the boys, nearly hitting him. All three boys turned and ran. Tristian decided to keep the flames going til he could get to his room and get some clothes, the flames covered him for now, "Sis, are you OK?" he called through the crackling fire.
Monikya heard Tristian talking to her, but she was still trying to process what was going on. "Um....yea I think so." She tried to get up from the floor, but she sank back down. "Maybe not." She said. She sat on the floor, unable to stand up, but keeping her eyes locked on her brother, his hair glowing from the flames dancing around his body.
"I'll be right back." Tristian said, turning he ran upstairs to his room where he finally allowed the fire to shut off, then he dressed in another uniform. He then dart downstairs. His skin felt warm he bent down and picked up his sister, "Do you need a nurse?" he asked calmly, he looked at the floor. There was a burnt spot on the floor.
Monikya let Tristian pick her up, and she nodded. "But I don't want to go to the school nurse. I don't want to be here anymore and see these weird people." She let the tears flow into her brother's chest, and she looked up into his eyes, hers read and puffy. "Can you take me to the garden?"
"Yeah, sure." Tristian said kindly, he walke dto teh garden and sat his sister down on a bench near the pond. "Here you are." he said, "Now I need to see how badly you were hurt, don't worry this won't get awkward...hopefully." he said. He pressed gently on her ribcage, checking to see if any ribs were broken.
((Sorry I didn't post sooner. Computer trouble.))
(Oh, how about Monikya took all the injuries Tristian would've gotten))
Monikya winced as Tristian tried to determine her wounds. She lied down on the grass and put her hands over her face. One of her fingers were bleeding, and she could feel one of her eyes swelling up. She also had a terrible headache, and she hurt all over. "Tristian?" She whispered. "How bad do you think I'm hurt?"
((Yeah she would do that, but Tristian wouldn't have gotten that many injuries, maybe just a split lip or a black eye...something from before he lit himself on fire. Because honestly is would be the dumbest power ever to be able to light yourself on fire and still get hurt by the fire.))
Tristian checked his lip, which had been bleeding while his sister was unconcious, it was no longer bleeding, his right eye no longer hurt too. He hated his sister's curse of taking on his injuries and all people she cared abouts injuries. EH remembered he used to take her beating for her, thinking it helped, but was confused when she would be as injured as he was. He looked her up and down, and gently checked for broken bones, "I don't know sis, it ain''t pretty." he said softly, "I haven't seen you like this since we lived with father." he explained. He took his hnaker chief out of his pocket, wet in the pond and started to dap at her face, getting the blood way from her mouth, "Once I finish here I'l see if I cna't sneak you some ice out here for your eyes and ribs." he explained. Bothof hsi sister eyes were black, one she'd gotten herself, the other had been the one he had.
((Yea that's what I meant. Injuries from him fighting the guys))
Monikya felt horrible, not just because she was aching, but because she felt bad for making Tristian worry about her. Her tears mixed into the blood on her split lip, and she winced. She tried to sit up a little, but it hurt to much, so she lied back down. She wanted to go home, she didn't want to be here and keep on getting hurt, mentally and physically. "Tristian..." she whispered. "Please don't leave me alone in his hell."