Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX NO! I will not allow that pompous ASS near me, he's the reason I'm... out of control.. like you say! he heard Orianne yelled before she stormed out of the Director's room, passing him by with a scowl. Get back here! Malcolm demanded at the doorway before he saw Darren. Darren.. a word, NOW! summoned the Director as he returned to his table. I've placed her under your care so you could guide her to control her powers, not to have your ways with her and make the matter worse! I thought I've shown you her files, didn't I? Can't you tell that she hated having men force themselves onto her! It's not like that, Malcolm! We were.. What? A couple? No.. She was.. Are you going to tell me she's the one that threw herself to you, Darren! the Director paused and then sighed. I thought you're the right man for the job, Darren. But it seemed that I was wrong! Malcolm, listen... That's enough, Darren. I don't want to hear another word from you! You disappoint me, Darren. Get out of my office, now! With his head hung low, the man left, anger suddenly rising and turned for the worst when another voice called him from behind. Darren..! I need to talk to you! Sean, I'm not in the mood to talk, so fuck off! Don't think you can run from it, Darren! You need to be taught a lesson! You touched her! Orianne O Munroe, you used her! Darren felt as if he'd been set up, betrayed and caught in a trap like a rat in a cage. Tch! he grunted and furiously marched in search for the girl that'd caused it. But before he could, Sean had grabbed his shoulder, knowing where he was heading to. Darren accepted the first blow to the side of his face. The rage within him suddenly soared. She'll pay for setting him up and he won't allow this bastard stop him from reaching her. His nails turned to talons as he bared his teeth towards the man standing in his way. Like a beast gone berserk, Darren charged, his hands swiping and clawing at his enemy. He was out of control, succumbed entirely to his feral self. Wait... How am I here again..? Darren took a moment to look at the surroundings. The students were watching, along with the Director but none of them said a word. Nobody tried to stop him. Despite of having witnessed the shredded body of Sean, none from the crowd had called out for him to stop. And although there was blood, he realized that there was no smell. Surely they wouldn't just be bystanders and calmly watched the murder being committed as if it was a scene from a movie. I must be dreaming.. Then it struck him. The last time this had happened, it didn't turn out very well for the man. Orianne... Fuck! I was in bed with her! Wake up, Darren! Wake up! With a start, Ratel sat up on the bed, panting with cold sweat trickling down his temple. He turned to look at his side, blinking and trying to focus as he searched for the girl. His eyes widened upon seeing the torn bed where its insides were out. He looked at his hands, saw the elongated claws and immediately panicked. No, Darren mentally said. Not again. But Orianne wasn't there on the bed with him. He took a sniff at the air, locating her scent, the man then faced her. She was unharmed and the man finally let out a sigh of relief. He knew it. It was still impossible for the man to be in the same bed with a woman. It's simply too dangerous. Quietly, the man rose to his feet and approached the curled up girl. His heart started beating quickly again as he studied Orianne's sleeping face. She wouldn't set a trap for him now like in the dream now, would she? Gently reaching and brushing aside the fringe on her forehead, Darren then pulled up the blanket to cover her exposed shoulder. It's time for him to leave, Darren told himself. Part of him was thankful that Orianne wasn't beside him when he woke up. Another part had him wondering if the girl was really planning to set him up and thus was why she'd sneaked out of bed for the safety of the closet. The man gathered his pants and silently reminded himself not to end up in the same bed with her. Not that he'd mentioned anything about not having sex with her again though. But for the time being, he thought it's best to stay away from each other. At least for a while until the awkwardness passed. It'll probably grant them a certain sense of professionalism, to him especially, in performing as the staff of the Academy. He was there to teach and so guiding his student he shall. Without making a sound, Darren left the room and returned to his. He cleaned himself up, got into a new set of clothes and started the morning out by doing a little hunting in the woods.