16 February 2013
The demon screeched, and disappeared in a blast if black smoke. Jordan turned to Roslyn, eyes black. "If he's come, more will. I need to get you back where it's safe. He picked her up, running as fast as inhumanly possible. He burst through the doors. Roslyn screamed first. Five demons. "Get out." Jordan growled. "No." She felt her palms heat up, she looked to see flames dancing in each. "I'm sending you bastards back to hell." She growled, throwing a ball of fire at the first one. It screeched, she continued to throw them, it eventually blew up. Jordan pulled a blade from his shoe, stabbing two in the throat. The two others disappeared when the others vanished. The two ran up the grand staircase, chasing them down the staircase. Luckily, most of the students were outside. Several housing kids were dead. They ran down toward's Roslyn's room. Jordan opened the door. Adrian stood screaming, Clove laid on Roslyn's bed, crying out as the demon stabbed her in the chest. Roslyn dropped to her knees, flames extinguished. Her friend was dying, on her bed. Jordan did as he was trained for, killing the remaining two demons before they could escape. Roslyn ran to the opposite side of the bed. Adrian held her hand, sobbing. Blood poured everywhere. Clove shook painfully hard. "I-I'm so c-cold.." She whispered. Jordan stood in the back corner, watching. Adrian kissed her gently. She stared at the ceiling, and went limp. "No!" Roslyn screamed, staring at her bloody hands. Jordan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her away. She screamed, struggling in his group. "I could've saved her dammit!" She screamed as he pulled her out to the balcony. "Adrian needs a few minutes with her. There were footsteps in their room, gasps and shrieks. Everyone in the field was looking at the manor, or running towards it. Roslyn screamed, bawling in Jordan's chest. "I could've saved her." She cried. He rocked her back and forth. "It's not your fault." "I can't stay in here. I can't sleep here." She cried. "You can stay with me." He whispered. They sat there for hours, Roslyn cried herself to sleep in his lap. Jordan's anger didn't clear up. His eyes didn't change. This was his fault. He felt determined to protect Roslyn. He would let nothing touch her. Hours later, he began to calm himself, stroking Roslyn's hair. He took his mind off of it, wiping the dry blood off a cut on her cheek. Eventually she woke up, looking at him. "Hey.." He said. "Hi.." "Feeling better?" "Everything, just hurts." There was a knock from inside. Olivia and Flynn appeared. "Thank god you two are okay." Olivia said. "No one knew where you where. We were uh, worried." Flynn said. Jordan tensed. "How many did we lose?" "Five." Olivia said, teary eyed. Roslyn and Jordan stood up. "We need to start training. For real. We have fifty coming tomorrow." Flynn said. They nodded. "We'll see you two later. I'm gonna stay with Adrian. He needs someone with him. You two take our room." Flynn said to Jordan. The two shared a room. "Thanks man." They left them alone on the balcony. "Adrian and Flynn are good buds." Jordan said, staring at the moon. She pulled him to her, gently kissing him. Green flushed into his eyes, black disappearing. "I need my Jordan. You. Not him." She said. He nodded, eyes glittering. They opened the door. Roslyn stared around, the light was dim. Cloves body was gone, blood was still all over her bed. Books everywhere. "We can get your things tomorrow." He whispered. She went to her wardrobe, pulling out a pair of grey pajama pants. "Let's go." She growled.
*** "Damn!" Tamar yelled. "Damn! Damn! Damn it!!!" He yelled, watching his son destroy his demons. Wilbur watch him throw a fit, trashing the lair. He crossed his fingers as he approached the cabinet. Tamar was pissed. He kicked his desk over, he threw jars, and books. He was too sure of the plan, which, fortunately, failed. He howled, fazing from human to demon, his eyes a solid, inky black. Tamar usually stayed calm, keeping from fazing. It had been months since he changed. Wilbur's eyes widened to see a massive, black and red skinned beast, with bulging muscles and several sets of sharp teeth. He kicked the cabinet over, potions spilled, smoked, and sparked. Several powers he stripped floated in the air, little balls of light, floated out the window. Wilbur's travelled to him, sinking into his chest, he felt warm. His dark blue eyes brightened, he felt alive. Tamar fazed back to human, staring at him. Wilbur had his powers back. Hands shaking, he reached for a little folded piece of paper and pencil he hid up his sleeve.
Discovered. ~13~ • Opuss № I