My gods, I can finally clean myself up. I work suds and soap throughout my hair, my scalp tingling at the touch. I look down to the floor. My blood flows down the drain, finally leaving my skin, revealing all kinds of scrapes and scratches. There is nothing but me and the water running itself down my body. Alone. Just me and my thoughts. I try to think about what happened. I reflect on each moment with the clarity of knowing what would happen next. Receiving that alert on my watch. Why did I even bother going in alone? I'm a newer recruit. I'm pretty sure I don't have the authority to investigate alerts on my own. My watch. I think about how it is now in bits and pieces, crushed at the hands of @Franz Fiendlich. Franz. I practically feel his words in my ears again, his breath on my neck as he tells me his lustings for my elven blood. My shoulders burn with the sensation of those tendrils of light, crackling and sparking against my skin. I finish rinsing the soap out of my hair and I shut the water off. The next few minutes are a blur. Drying myself. Brushing my hair. Dressing in my favorite baggy shirt that reaches my knees. As I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drag along the image of the bruises and tears on my neck. The bruises are practically identical to the pattern of Franz's shoe. I again feel myself choking against the pressure of his foot on my neck. I shake myself of the thought. He's gone. I breath. In. Out. I have no idea where @Vincent Goodspeed is. Why was @Sweetie even behind me when he vanished? How in the world did she know where we were? Or what was happening? I'll look into this. But for now i collapse unto my bed, letting the hum of my floating sock pile lull me to sleep

My gods, I can finally clean myself up. I work suds and soap throughout my hair, my scalp tingling at the touch. I look down to the floor. My blood flows down the drain, finally leaving my skin, revealing all kinds of scrapes and scratches. There is nothing but me and the water running itself down my body. Alone. Just me and my thoughts. I try to think about what happened. I reflect on each moment with the clarity of knowing what would happen next. Receiving that alert on my watch. Why did I even bother going in alone? I'm a newer recruit. I'm pretty sure I don't have the authority to investigate alerts on my own. My watch. I think about how it is now in bits and pieces, crushed at the hands of @Franz Fiendlich. Franz. I practically feel his words in my ears again, his breath on my neck as he tells me his lustings for my elven blood. My shoulders burn with the sensation of those tendrils of light, crackling and sparking against my skin. I finish rinsing the soap out of my hair and I shut the water off. The next few minutes are a blur. Drying myself. Brushing my hair. Dressing in my favorite baggy shirt that reaches my knees. As I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drag along the image of the bruises and tears on my neck. The bruises are practically identical to the pattern of Franz's shoe. I again feel myself choking against the pressure of his foot on my neck. I shake myself of the thought. He's gone. I breath. In. Out. I have no idea where @Vincent Goodspeed is. Why was @Sweetie even behind me when he vanished? How in the world did she know where we were? Or what was happening? I'll look into this. But for now i collapse unto my bed, letting the hum of my floating sock pile lull me to sleep

My gods, I can finally clean myself up. I work suds and soap throughout my hair, my scalp tingling at the touch. I look down to the floor. My blood flows down the drain, finally leaving my skin, revealing all kinds of scrapes and scratches. There is nothing but me and the water running itself down my body. Alone. Just me and my thoughts. I try to think about what happened. I reflect on each moment with the clarity of knowing what would happen next. Receiving that alert on my watch. Why did I even bother going in alone? I'm a newer recruit. I'm pretty sure I don't have the authority to investigate alerts on my own. My watch. I think about how it is now in bits and pieces, crushed at the hands of @Franz Fiendlich. Franz. I practically feel his words in my ears again, his breath on my neck as he tells me his lustings for my elven blood. My shoulders burn with the sensation of those tendrils of light, crackling and sparking against my skin. I finish rinsing the soap out of my hair and I shut the water off. The next few minutes are a blur. Drying myself. Brushing my hair. Dressing in my favorite baggy shirt that reaches my knees. As I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drag along the image of the bruises and tears on my neck. The bruises are practically identical to the pattern of Franz's shoe. I again feel myself choking against the pressure of his foot on my neck. I shake myself of the thought. He's gone. I breath. In. Out. I have no idea where @Vincent Goodspeed is. Why was @Sweetie even behind me when he vanished? How in the world did she know where we were? Or what was happening? I'll look into this. But for now i collapse unto my bed, letting the hum of my floating sock pile lull me to sleep

My gods, I can finally clean myself up. I work suds and soap throughout my hair, my scalp tingling at the touch. I look down to the floor. My blood flows down the drain, finally leaving my skin, revealing all kinds of scrapes and scratches. There is nothing but me and the water running itself down my body. Alone. Just me and my thoughts. I try to think about what happened. I reflect on each moment with the clarity of knowing what would happen next. Receiving that alert on my watch. Why did I even bother going in alone? I'm a newer recruit. I'm pretty sure I don't have the authority to investigate alerts on my own. My watch. I think about how it is now in bits and pieces, crushed at the hands of @Franz Fiendlich. Franz. I practically feel his words in my ears again, his breath on my neck as he tells me his lustings for my elven blood. My shoulders burn with the sensation of those tendrils of light, crackling and sparking against my skin. I finish rinsing the soap out of my hair and I shut the water off. The next few minutes are a blur. Drying myself. Brushing my hair. Dressing in my favorite baggy shirt that reaches my knees. As I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drag along the image of the bruises and tears on my neck. The bruises are practically identical to the pattern of Franz's shoe. I again feel myself choking against the pressure of his foot on my neck. I shake myself of the thought. He's gone. I breath. In. Out. I have no idea where @Vincent Goodspeed is. Why was @Sweetie even behind me when he vanished? How in the world did she know where we were? Or what was happening? I'll look into this. But for now i collapse unto my bed, letting the hum of my floating sock pile lull me to sleep

My gods, I can finally clean myself up. I work suds and soap throughout my hair, my scalp tingling at the touch. I look down to the floor. My blood flows down the drain, finally leaving my skin, revealing all kinds of scrapes and scratches. There is nothing but me and the water running itself down my body. Alone. Just me and my thoughts. I try to think about what happened. I reflect on each moment with the clarity of knowing what would happen next. Receiving that alert on my watch. Why did I even bother going in alone? I'm a newer recruit. I'm pretty sure I don't have the authority to investigate alerts on my own. My watch. I think about how it is now in bits and pieces, crushed at the hands of @Franz Fiendlich. Franz. I practically feel his words in my ears again, his breath on my neck as he tells me his lustings for my elven blood. My shoulders burn with the sensation of those tendrils of light, crackling and sparking against my skin. I finish rinsing the soap out of my hair and I shut the water off. The next few minutes are a blur. Drying myself. Brushing my hair. Dressing in my favorite baggy shirt that reaches my knees. As I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drag along the image of the bruises and tears on my neck. The bruises are practically identical to the pattern of Franz's shoe. I again feel myself choking against the pressure of his foot on my neck. I shake myself of the thought. He's gone. I breath. In. Out. I have no idea where @Vincent Goodspeed is. Why was @Sweetie even behind me when he vanished? How in the world did she know where we were? Or what was happening? I'll look into this. But for now i collapse unto my bed, letting the hum of my floating sock pile lull me to sleep

Oh my gods... no...
I scream, my throat tears itself apart doing so, but I don't even feel it. I jump forward to catch him, but to no avail. @Vincent Goodspeed is gone, fallen through a wormhole. @Sweetie is there, behind me, and the look on her face is disturbing. Her knees give out, then she is screaming. Screaming for Vincent, her brother, her friend. Jack immediately takes both of the Franz and teleports them back to the FBIP. Now its just me and Sweetie. I'm holding her, trying to get us both back to our rooms. Shadow is following, his tail drooping and swishing. Sweetie is telling me to say something, anything, just something to define these long, slow, horrible moments of insanity. I'm trying, but there is nothing but more blood from my throat. What could I say anyway? There has been too much blood today, far too much. We are just kids, highschoolers. Why is this happening? Why must we sacrifice everything and everyone just to hone our magic safely, in this damned school of horror.

Oh my gods... no...
I scream, my throat tears itself apart doing so, but I don't even feel it. I jump forward to catch him, but to no avail. @Vincent Goodspeed is gone, fallen through a wormhole. @Sweetie is there, behind me, and the look on her face is disturbing. Her knees give out, then she is screaming. Screaming for Vincent, her brother, her friend. Jack immediately takes both of the Franz and teleports them back to the FBIP. Now its just me and Sweetie. I'm holding her, trying to get us both back to our rooms. Shadow is following, his tail drooping and swishing. Sweetie is telling me to say something, anything, just something to define these long, slow, horrible moments of insanity. I'm trying, but there is nothing but more blood from my throat. What could I say anyway? There has been too much blood today, far too much. We are just kids, highschoolers. Why is this happening? Why must we sacrifice everything and everyone just to hone our magic safely, in this damned school of horror.

Oh my gods... no...
I scream, my throat tears itself apart doing so, but I don't even feel it. I jump forward to catch him, but to no avail. @Vincent Goodspeed is gone, fallen through a wormhole. @Sweetie is there, behind me, and the look on her face is disturbing. Her knees give out, then she is screaming. Screaming for Vincent, her brother, her friend. Jack immediately takes both of the Franz and teleports them back to the FBIP. Now its just me and Sweetie. I'm holding her, trying to get us both back to our rooms. Shadow is following, his tail drooping and swishing. Sweetie is telling me to say something, anything, just something to define these long, slow, horrible moments of insanity. I'm trying, but there is nothing but more blood from my throat. What could I say anyway? There has been too much blood today, far too much. We are just kids, highschoolers. Why is this happening? Why must we sacrifice everything and everyone just to hone our magic safely, in this damned school of horror.

Oh my gods... no...
I scream, my throat tears itself apart doing so, but I don't even feel it. I jump forward to catch him, but to no avail. @Vincent Goodspeed is gone, fallen through a wormhole. @Sweetie is there, behind me, and the look on her face is disturbing. Her knees give out, then she is screaming. Screaming for Vincent, her brother, her friend. Jack immediately takes both of the Franz and teleports them back to the FBIP. Now its just me and Sweetie. I'm holding her, trying to get us both back to our rooms. Shadow is following, his tail drooping and swishing. Sweetie is telling me to say something, anything, just something to define these long, slow, horrible moments of insanity. I'm trying, but there is nothing but more blood from my throat. What could I say anyway? There has been too much blood today, far too much. We are just kids, highschoolers. Why is this happening? Why must we sacrifice everything and everyone just to hone our magic safely, in this damned school of horror.

Everything is dark. My ears are ringing painfully. Each breath hurts as it rattles through my lungs and throat. The air smells of blood. I open my eyes. I'm propped up in the corner. Franz's brother, also named @Franz Fiendlich, was dissolving the tendrils of light as his brother lay captured in his cage. @Vincent Goodspeed was there, wrapping a bandage around Shadow's paw. He had a cloth wrapped around his forehead and a cotton pad taped beneath his nose. My bow and arrows lay next to me, neatly propped up against my bag. Everything in the room is covered in blood; the walls, floor, and us. I try to stand. The bathroom spins as all of the blood leaves my head. My legs give out and Vincent catches me, propping me up by shoulder and steadying me. I try to thank him, but end up coughing droplets of blood. The pain going through my throat and neck was beyond description. But then again every part of my body hurt. Each step forward sent needles up my legs, even with Vincent's help. Jack walks past us with both Franz in tow for questioning. We close off the bathroom on the way out, again making it and its dark power unaccessable.