Angel With Broken Wings

53 - Kat Ride and a Chance Encounter (1)

[KAT POV]

I shudder slightly as I chew on my bottom lip, my face cooling as I take in a deep breath and slowly let the air escape past my lips. I brush my fingers over my left cheek, recalling the feeling of the Visionaries lips brushing faintly against it for a moment before I shake my head rapidly, forcing the memory out from my thoughts.

I turn swiftly on my heel, deciding to begin my trek back to Adler Dorms despite the conflicting thoughts and emotions swimming through my brain and heart. I let out a small sigh as I go, my attention diverted from my surroundings as the scene with Rayne continues to invade my mind. I nearly shout out in shock upon bumping into another individual, my body staggering as I rub my forehead.

I glance up slowly, my right eye visibly twitching as they land on the Divine Visionary that insisted on mine, Gazzy's and Mash's execution, the older teen glaring down at me once he fully turned around. "Ugh, it's you..." I mutter disdainfully, my eyes flickering to the side as I hear an irritated sigh escape the boy's lips.

"My name isn't you. It's Orter Madl. I suggest you learn it, as well as the decency to be respectful towards others." His voice came out irritatingly smooth, my hands clenching into fists as I step backwards to distance myself from the individual, my eyes slowly moving back to the boy and taking in his figure with my right's vision.

"Whatever, I'm plenty respectful to those I think deserve it." Our conversation held obvious distaste for the other as we exchanged words, the male having crossed arms and tapping one of his fingers against his elbow as he continues to stare me down. "As I've said, it's nothing personal for ordering your execution, the rules are the rules and are meant to be followed."

I let out a disgruntled sigh at his monotonous words, my head aching as I respond genuinely, "Look, I don't care if you execute me, but I won't let you harm the people I love. Besides...executing others just because they're incapable of something they can't control is just absurd. You say your "God" granted the ability to use magic to those within this world, but what if the opposite is also true? What if this "God" decides that, just like there are some who need magic, there will be those who don't need it? Why do you people from the Bureau get to put words in their mouth?"

My questioning makes the boy narrow his eyes, Orter appearing to consider the words carefully before opening his mouth slowly. He attempts to speak, only for another voice to break through, the speaker unfamiliar as the individual calls out to the other, "Oh, Ortie! Were you waiting long?" I turn my head to seek out the speaker, a tall individual coming from the nearby corridor.

Their appearance was slightly intimidating, their hair shaven and coloured grey, with piercing blue eyes and two obvious marks upon their face, both shaped like music notes. "Oh? Am I interrupting something? Hmm...you must be that first-year girl that's a hot topic now. Kat Ride, was it?" I tremble slightly as the individual leans in slightly, observing me closely as they look me over carefully.

"That's enough, Margarette. We have much to discuss, so we should leave." Orter's voice broke through the awkward atmosphere, his tone bored as he spins on his heel to walk away from the interaction before him. "What a stickler... Well then, goodbye for now, girl! I'm sure we'll meet each other soon!" The false cheeriness in the individual named Margarette makes my eyes narrow, aware of how they seemed to gauge my strength with just a singular look.

"For some reason...I hope not." I shudder once more as I let out a sigh, exhaustion filling me as I look around the courtyard carefully, itching to just leap into the air and fly my way back to the dorm. I hum slightly at the thought, my head raising to point at the sky as I stand there in a daze.