Black Moon

3. Mightier than the pen and sword

The first thing I was thinking standing outside the door of the suite I was supposed to live in was, 'Am I standing at the right door, or have my medication messed my mind enough to almost send me entering an unknown territory?'

And I had a really good reason to think that because of all the noise that I was hearing coming from the other side.

A part of me was curious and wanted to open the door and check what all this fuss was about, but then, there was another part of me that did definitely not want to add a possible black eye as an addition to the bruise I already had on my cheek. Or perhaps all this was just in my head, after all, my vision was zooming on to things that were right before them and blurring some other on their edge. Right, the sound of the fight also seems like it was something that was happening in the background, of my head. I could no longer distinguish between reality and whatever was not reality.

A person in uniform at the end of the corridor who seemed to be one of the night patrol guards came rushing towards me. It was only then that I realized that a fight was actually happening on the other side of the door and not the side effects of this damned medicine.

While I stood there trying not to fall from drugs I had been given as prescribed medicine, the night patrol guard used his master card to swipe to open the suite door and let me witness the visualization of what actually was happening in there other than what my head was suggesting.

On the floor by the couch were two people. A gangly brunette boy already had a bleeding nose and lips while lying on the floor under a silver-haired gym freak who seemed to have lost his anger. There were glass pieces everywhere as if they had destroyed whatever glass article they could find in the vicinity. I couldn't even recall what they might have been.

The guard immediately rushed to separate the two as another guard popped out of nowhere and passed by my side to help his colleague.

By the door beside my room, stood a beautiful curvy brunette girl with tanned skin. She seemed to be wearing a white slip with matching shorts under an oversized white shirt that had multiple top buttons opened above her arms that had been crossed across her chest that emphasized her voluminous bosom. It made her look sexy and bitchy at once.

I hobbled my way around them and landed not very gracefully over the couch, which I had intended for support.

The guards were checking the IDs of the two troublemakers by the time I turned to look at them.

"Mavin, take George to the nurse, he is bleeding too much," the first guard instructed the second one. George who had been wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand turned to look at me and smiled with bloody teeth as he waved while the guard ushered him out. Even while being high on the meds, I felt a shiver go down my spine at the sight.

"Alder Andechs, what are you doing here when this isn't even your room? And why were you beating George to a pulp?" the guard demanded as the pissed off Alder. No matter how pissed off he looked, the guy would get full marks in the looks department. With his tall and sturdy build and tanned skin, he might even be the dream boy of multiple girls in the school.

When Alder didn't show any signs of answering, the guard picked up his walkie-talkie in warning as he added, "I'll be asking you one last time before radioing to the office. What are you doing here when this isn't even your room? And why were you beating George to a pulp?"

Exhaling in what seemed like irritation, Alder replied, "I came to visit my brother. This is his suite. We have had a fallout, so wanted to clear up the misunderstanding between us. George was being a psychopath that he usually is, so I lost my temper," Alder explained.