Thread: Forgotten ; A HÃ«llvÃ«n series (Me/yoursoul)

Now class settle down, many of you still have much work to do before you'll be able to move onto the trails. said a tall man with dark brown hair, in blackish clothing stood in front of a room of hard, thick wood tables with decorative vines etched into them. At each of these tables there were two younglings each in their own personal style of cloak and the one that commanded their attention had thrown his own onto the black medieval looking podium in the front of said room. As the class room continued to roar, a small child with pale blue skin and bright yellow hair in a crimson cloak threw two balls of parchment into the air. Instead of returning to the ground they hung in the air, without stopping the child the teacher looked on in extreme interest as the boys eyes went from blue to a vibrant orange that seemed to rage like fire as the parchment hung there. Slowly unfolding, they went completely flat, without any seams from the previous crumpling, they proceeded to fold in half, then the sides folded inward, again and again each fold becoming more intricate until all that was left of the seemingly usual piece of paper were small boats that then began to sail around the room. They began to chase each other, on flowing over the other as if they were dancing, the class slowly came to a dull roar and then almost silent as they noticed it go above they're heads, Marcus that is excellent, especially for someone in this sector. Looks like our little genius has left you all in the dust, see what happens when you don't listen to the handsome man that tries to put knowledge into those thick heads of yours. the dark haired man said walking over boy, his own eyes green and metallic, shining with delight. Scruffing the small boys hair he whispered to him See me after class before returning to the small wonders. Suddenly they bursted into flames, quickly engulfed they crashed to the floor leaving ashes hanging into the air as a cluster of aw's came from the bunch. Looking around for the culprit, the man came upon no guilty faces until one boy bursted out laughing, Whats so funny? the man asked in a very stern voice finding no humor in the prank. Nothing Mr.Scorn, oh look at him the little fish is crying! The boy returned to hysterical laughter, as Mr.Scorn became aware of slight sobbing sounds coming from beneath him, looking down to find poor Marcus with his head buried in his arms. Placing a hand upon the crying boys back, he again made eye contact with the black haired boy in the corner, his dark eyes wet from laughing so hard. This is not funny. Step outside now. the boy ceased his laughter and got up from his table, making his way through the back of the room. You're such a jerk Antony. Said a girl with cropped silver hair that stood up on the sides to resemble animal like ears, along with bright purple eyes that were slitted like a cat's. Yea, well at least I'm not afraid of water,scaredy cat. the boy retorted . At least I'm not stupid She shot back, tapping her claw like fingers on the wooden table. With this final statement the boy turned around and started walking out before his left hand stretched out from his right side, the girls hair began to smoke and caught on fire. Screaming she patted it out, and turned to the boy with murder in her eyes, she growled, barring her fangs Thats it! , she leapt out of her seat. Turning and jumping on table, lunging at Antony with lighting speed. The boy stumbled back tripping and releasing a ball of flame against his flying assailant, only for the ball and the girl to be stopped in midair. The classes attention went from those two to their instructor who had now taken on an appearance of his own. He gained a hunched over appearance, with small black spikes protruding from his back and shoulders, his dark locks of hair had now gained red streaks and his green, metallic eyes had gone completely black. Arm outstretched, he smiled, flashing a large set of white fangs, then the view went back to the two trouble makers as Mr.scorn made his way around the room toward them. The two sat there as though they were frozen in time, even the fire stuck in its place. Still holding his arms out, he reached the students, licking his other hand he placed it around the fireball and released the students, the silver haired girl falling to the ground. Mr.scorn held the fireball still within his grasp, Anthony's eyes wide and breathing hard with fear, shifting his hand he spun the ball upon his index finger and looked at the two. What did I say about beating up the boys Ayame? And you, next time you light someone's hair on fire I'll leave you in the cellar. Both of you come with me. He said turning to head out the door only to see a small girl holding the hand of a decomposed protector, she looked up at him with white eyes , I'm sorry Mr.Scorn are we interrupting something? Here presence disturbed him greatly, No, not at all young seer. So is this the one I've heard so much about? He seems...fitting. He inspected the tall fleshy creature who was grotesque in appearance its mouth sewn together tightly though it looked as if it shik itself was about to rip from the pressure, noticing this he shivered with disgust. Upon seeing the tall patchwork man, Antony and Ayame scrambled back as fast as they could, desperately away from the monster of a creature in their sights. Oh yes, he is doing just fine. However I am not here merely for catching up, the head mistress wishes to see you. She told me to tell you that the snow has fallen. With that his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed, Whatever that means, I would much more prefer to be playing with the rats than baby sitting your brood. So you're here to watch them, you two troublemakers back to your seats and all of you be mindful. Oh, and Marcus, I probably won't be back in time, come tomorrow if you can. I'll be here. The boy nodded to him, wiping away his tears He replied walking out the door sweeping past the blind girl with a nod to the giant next to her that was standing there motionless, and whispered to the small girl The boy with the yellow hair is a wee bit sensitive, you're new..uh.. companion might scare him..and a few others. Ha, I am aware of this, the more they fear the less trouble they cause. With a smile he turned and sped down the long corridor. I hope her new toy doesn't get hungry...color He whispered under his breath. Don't worry I fed him this morning! The small girl shouted from the doorway that was now more than thirty feet away, hearing this he began to laugh. Making his way up a spiral staircase his chest began to heave in and out, You'd think with all the talent available we could come up with something better than these stairs. He wheezed out, finally coming upon the arched doorway at the top of the stairwell. Entering the archway he came upon a very large room, lit with an orange glow that seemed to make the whole thing sparkle, looking around he saw the cloaked figures and began to walk towards them. He stopped several feet away when the small elderly woman turned to face him, her eyes piercing, Did you run into trouble? She said inquisitively. No...Oh! He said startled looking at himself still in his earlier formation, straighting his back it cracked loudly in multiple places, a sound like a sword being sheathed as the spikes retracted back into his flesh, his hair and eyes returning to normal and his fangs almost melting back into their regular shape. Sorry about that some students decided to have a rumble right in the middle of class. he said stretching out his new form and smiling sheepishly. I see. Since you're here, I suppose Alma found you. Yes she did, she also said that the snow had fallen.... Is it true? He asked suddenly serious. See for yourself. Suddenly the group of cloaked figures moved apart revealing a young girl laying down upon a cot, her hair white as snow.