Thread: Dominating Surcomstances (Shashuko+darkangel76)

Samantha Jordan bit her lip as Paul glared at her, his expression smug and full of arrogance. She hated the guy. From the day she enrolled at the School Of Necromancy ten years ago, hed been the one person to constantly harass her, bully her. She had no idea as to why the guy felt the need to put her down all the time. It wasnt like she was any kind of threat to him. He always out scored her on exams and was considered to be the necromancer with the most promise of their year. Samantha came from a broken home. Her parents had split when she was fourteen and first showed the tell-tale signs of have the gift of necromancy. Most humans became elated if their kid showed signs of having magical abilities, but when those abilities leaned toward the darker arts sometimes the relatives shut down, became recluses, withdrawing from society due to the fear they suddenly had. Samanthas family was no different from the stereotypical norm in that regard. They werent happy that her skills lied in necromancy. Her father turned to alcohol and eventually left her and her mother all together. Her mother just acted like she didnt exist and finally, when she turned fifteen, had her sent away to the School Of Necromancy. She never heard from her mother after moving away. And it wasnt long before she realized that she probably never would. Ten years had past and there had been no indications otherwise and her trials were fast approaching and even that didnt seem to make her mother want to seek her out. Yes, Samantha was truly alone. Youre a hopeless waste, Paul spat out. Cant even do a proper spell. Samantha squared her jaw and narrowed her icy blue eyes. Flicking her long, wavy auburn hair over her shoulder she made a huffing sound and began to walk away from the guy taunting her. Just shut the fuck up, Paul, she retorted. She knew it was lame, but she didnt care any longer. Soon shed be leaving the school. She only had about six months to go before her trials and then shed be able to venture out into the world as a full-fledged necromancer. Though, she did fear her trials as well as the world outside the schools walls. She lacked confidence in her abilities despite what her mentor had told her along with the other high-ranking necromancers working at the school. Somehow Paul knew her weakness. He was very good at exploiting it. Paul just laughed. I dont think so. Its too much fun to watch you squirm and run away. He paused. As usual. Samantha stopped in her tracks and turned around. She marched back over to Paul and thumped him on the chest with her pointer finger. Fuck you! she shouted. Prove it then, Paul taunted. Samantha scowled and grabbed Pauls arm, hard. She dragged out into the back, away from the building to a place where the others wouldnt be able to snoop. She gave Paul her most menacing look and immediately began to chant. She had no idea where the words were coming from. They just somehow entered her brain and spilled out of her mouth. It was as if she were speaking in tongues. She had no idea what she was saying or why. Feeling a surge of power flow through her body, Samantha shut her eyes. Paul just looked on in terror as the ground began to glow and the wind began to pick up. Something very unnatural was happening. He let out a shout that made Samanthas eyes snap open. When she gained her focus she saw Paul running away. What the Samanthas voice trailed. Then she turned her head, her eyes widening. Oh my god who are you? she asked, her entire body trembling as she slowly backed away.