A Study On Destiny

35 : Trials Aftermath

Gregor ran through the lengthy corridors of the school for good. He tripped up stairs and stumbled back to his room. He got to his room and slammed the door behind him. He had a private room so he wouldn't be disturbed by anyone. By a private room it was a room that all the other boys didn't want to be in because Gregor was in it. They all left after finding out Gregor was their dorm mate. He slid down his door crying his heart out so much so his chest started to hurt.

He finally started to calm down after 10 minutes of constant crying. He started into the space with no emotion and didn't move a muscle. He laid there like he was a puppet left on the side by its master.

Yet he mustered the strength to get up and go to the en-suite. He wanted to wash his face, his wounds and hopefully get this shoulder in better shape. He moved slowly until he reached the sink. He ran the cold tap before looking in the mirror. His face bruised and beaten. The cuts were deep and the blood spilling from them had covered his face along with immense amount of dirt. He stuck his hand into the ice cold water and made a bowl with his hands. The water pooled in his hands until it was overflowing. He lifted it and covered his face in the cold water. His cuts stung as the dirt got caught in them. He continued with the water till he mustered the courage to use soap. Even if he hadn't he still would've done it to feel something other than uselessness.

The soap suds collected in his hands until he had enough to cover his face with. He hesitated because covering his face carefully with all of the soap suds. Gregor found it difficult to get his left arm any higher as his wound wouldn't allow it. So he continued trying to forget he couldn't reach his forehead with his left arm. He washed off the soap with more water and used a towel to dry off.

He continued to look in the mirror. Examining his face and his shoulder. Knowing he hates blood, he knew this was going to be hell and hurt like hell. He untied the cut up shirt from his shoulder and the pain became more intense and the pain became almost blinding. He took the med kit off of the wall and began searching for all the things he needed. First cleaning the wound with alcohol and then patching himself up. As he did a tear escaped him eye just watching himself do this. Once finished he dried his face of tears and put on one of his pyjama tops.

It was then there was a knock at the door. He ignored it hoping they would just go away. Yet the knock happened again, again and again.

"Gregor I know you're in there!" A girl yelled from the door "I know you are mad but can we talk,"

Gregor got to the door and opened it to reveal a girl with darker skin, curly black hair and in a beautiful floor length gown. "What would you like Agatha?"

"I just wanted to say I hope your doing ok," Agatha said sympathetically or at least tried too looking at Gregor's state "have you cleaned those?"

"Yes I have," Gregor snapped "now can you leave me alone,"

"Ok I will but if you need anything just-" before Agatha could finish her sentence the door slammed in her face. Gregor didn't mean to be mean but he really couldn't take it. He was tired and wanted to go to bed. (I can relate dude)

He walked across the room and chose the bed he wanted to take up tonight. He decided to take the one next to the balcony to see all the woods. Everyone was still outside celebrating. Not sure what because the games were interrupted but whatever. Besides it was safer than next to the door. The balcony door didn't open. He had tried many times but its lock was broken. No one could get in that way so Gregor deemed it safer than by the door.

Yet by the time he made his way down to the bed the banging on the door started again. He rolled his eyes as it didn't stop. Angrily he made his way to the door stomping his feet as he walked. As he opened the door he spoke "AGATHA I TOLD YOU TO GO AW-"

His words were cut off by a terrifying sight. It had grey, knarly skin. Warts covered its face and massive nose. It was at least 8-9 foot tall and barely fit in the hallway. There was no time to wonder because a troll was good outside of Gregor's door. It snarled looking at Gregor and tried to grab him yet Gregor ran to the back of the room. The troll couldn't fit through the door and did all it could to get through. It wasn't exactly smart so it tried to tear the stones from the wall. Yet Gregor is not either and he tried to unlock the balcony door of which was broken. He was somehow determined it would work this time. As his faith faded it started to do so even more as the troll managed to squeeze its way through the door.

He didn't see it before but it carried a massive wooden club. It wasn't round and smooth. It had spikes and leather wrapped around it and a small section of iron strapped to it. He charged at Gregor who was still struggling for the balcony door. When it got close it picked Gregor up and as he struggled he stared at him puzzled. Then he finished thinking. As he did his eyes changed. From green to red. How strange Gregor thought before he was thrown across the room. Further injuring his arm than it already was. Let's just say bones don't position themselves like that in the human body...

The troll stalked Gregor across the room and as he got closer to Gregor we can all imagine what happens next. Yet I will just say there was a load beg for help and mercy and a loud splat. Then dead silence...