Shadows | A Forever Fan-Fiction - Sequel to Lights

Chapter Two: Fist

It took seven people to hold me back, and even then, I was kicking and screaming like a toddler throwing a tantrum. By that point, I had already smacked Dr. Morgan a few times, and he was reeling away. He looked slightly nervous. Geez, I wonder why? Oh, that's right. Did I mention the bloody nose?

"You freaking bastard!" I yelled. "How dare you come back after ten years?! How dare you?!"

"Didn't you get my letter?" he demanded, raising his hands as a peace gesture. I ignored it, trying to throw off the people holding me back. Oh, of course they were stopping me. They didn't know that he was immortal.

"Of course I got your stupid letter! That doesn't make up for anything! At least you could have had the decency to tell me in person! Do you know what you've done to Jo?!" I shouted. There was a moment of peace, and I stopped struggling. "She loved you, Henry. Still does." I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth. "I don't know what she sees in you, though. You ran away. Do you think the fact that you left stopped Adam from killing more people?"

"I-" He looked stricken. His emotionality made me even angrier, though, at that point, anything he would have done would have made me angrier.

"So you left! Why? So you could have a clean conscious of Adam's killings, of his heartless, ruthless murders, rather than trying to stop him?" I seethed. I turned to the students attempting to hold me down. "You can let go of me now!" They flinched, recoiling far, far away, to the bleachers on the other side of the gymnasium. I dusted myself off silently as Dr. Morgan pressed a hand to his face, trying to quell the bleeding from his nose.

"Let's talk about this?" Dr. Morgan enquired, approaching me carefully, as though I were a rabid animal.

I nodded at him. "Let me finish class, because this is my job. This is my life." He sighed and sat down on the edge of the room, the shinai perched awkwardly, gracelessly, in his hands. 

"Okay, class, where did we leave off last week?" I called, crossing my arms.

-=+=-

I cleaned up in the locker room, peeling away the layers of body armour, my head spinning lightly. The icy shower water reminded me of the rain. I slipped into a fresh change of clothes. I stuffed everything I didn't need into a duffel bag, carefully packing my shinai into its case. I left the locker room and stormed back into the gym, where Doctor Morgan was waiting.

"I am going to walk away," I said. "I am going to walk away, and you are not going to follow me. Okay?"

"But-"

"You need to visit Jo."

"Absolutely not!"

"Fine. Goodbye, Doctor Morgan." I hoisted my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the set of double doors that led to the outside.

"Wait!" 

"Visit Jo. I'll see you at the condo." I waved over my shoulder. "I'll bring something. Oooh, and I'll microwave it. Jo said you hate that."

"Lights!" he protested, throwing his arms into the air. "What do I say? I look exactly the same!"

"Figure it out!" I called. "Bye!" The door slammed behind me with a quiet click that held an air of finality. I made it ten steps before something within me broke. I fell against the side of the building, everything within me burning, burning, burning. It was like being on fire, and not in the good, triumphant, 'I can do anything' way. I was on fire, in the way where everything falls apart, and the carefully built structure that has been sheltering you from the wind and rain, and even freaking tornadoes, is burnt to the ground.