The Last of the Cobras.

Chapter 2

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Picture is of Karmyn

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Life at school gradually began to go back to normal. The cloaked students were treated just like any other gothic person in that school...invisible. They acted that way too, so that helped them in that way. Something inside of me wanted to get to know them, however. A crazy thought, believe me, I know. Crazy, but persistant. So I figured i would go with it. I mean, with all the cloaked students, if i talked to one, what were the odds that that person would be him?

"Hello, I'm Karmyn," I said to the next cloaked figure that walked past me.

He stopped and looked at me, nodded and started walking again.

"Is there anything I can help you with? Classes, homework, tests?" For some reason something told me to stop talking, but like always, I did not listen to that little voice. Lucky me.

"Yes, you can," said a strangely familiar accented voice. "You can tell the annoying girl who is talking to me to get lost and leave me alone."

Out of all the people I could have talked to, it had to be him. "Well, i was just asking to be helpful," I replied meekly.

"And you can help me," he said in an annoyed tone. "By leaving me alone." With that, he walked off. I noticed that he made no noise when he walked. Interesting.

Later that day, directly after seventh period, my P.E. teacher, Mr. Simms, called me into his office.

"We need to do something about your grade, Ms. Miller. We need to make sure you are passing by the end of the year."

I knew my grade was bad, and that I needed this class to graduate on time. But having to stay after school was not very appealing to me.

"Go upstairs and work out for a half hour. I don't care what you do, just do something."

That seemed easy enough. I went to the girl's locker room and changed into my workout clothes and then ran up the stairs to the wrestling room to do whatever. The best part about this was that I had the room all to myself. Or so I thought.

When I reached the top floor of the gym, the Wrestling Room, or known today as the Stupid Ass Room That Karmyn Hates, there was not a single sound, so I figured I had it all to myself, not something I particularly minded, but it helped to work out with no one watching. When I opened the door, the room was quiet and the lights were turned down which was unusual, as the lights were either on or off. But when I reached the light switch, it was off even, which was even odder.

 Then I felt it. The slight vibration. I turned around and froze. A dark skinned man was wielding a white and black sword with such ease that it startled me and told me he knew exactly how to use it in an effective way. And the light was given by candles all around the outer perimeter of the room.

 His hair was longer than the other boy’s had been in Spanish class, and the sides of his head were completely shaved so that the braid was the only thing he had. The braid was right down the middle of his skull, a streak of ebony the reached the small of his back, which was bare. He also had many more scars on his back, which was the only part that I could see as his back was turned to me, and he had no burns between his shoulder blades. He also was much more muscled than the others in my class had been.

I watched him as he moved, mesmerized. His moves were so fluid; it was as though he were made of water. And then he turned around swinging the bright blade in a circle. He had even more scars on his chest and stomach. And he had the same brand burned into his skin as the others did, on his left peck. His face was lean and relaxed as he moved. His eyes were closed in his concentration, his whole body was relaxed and yet taut. His sweats were loose but not in a way that hindered his movement. And his stomach looked as though he had bars of steel under his skin.

I then made the mistake of shifting my weight to just one of my legs, which was a habit after I had broken the other two years ago. The floor squeaked ever so slightly, but that was enough. The man stopped immediately and turned around to face me, as he had turned around again in his movements. His eyes opened slowly and as they did, his face and body became hard and stone-like. His eyes were what caught my attention, however. They were a glittering light blue, almost transparent. They shined like a diamond in the light. And then he spoke, and a terrible fear came over me as I recognized the voice.

“I thought I made it quite clear the last time we spoke that I did not want to be around you.” His voice was hard like stone and cold like ice.

“I did not know you were here,” I hated how my voice shook. “Mr. Simms told me to come up here to work out to raise my grade, but you were here and I did not want to disturb you.” Most of that was true. I hoped to death at that point that he did not know how fascinated I had been with the way his body moved…and looked.

“Is that so?” he asked raising one brow while crossing his arms over his chest, and then laid the sword across his arms. “Then tell me something.” He stopped then as if waiting for a reply so I did.

“And that might be?”

“Why you look as embarrassed as you do.” He then shifted his weight to his other leg, which made no sound whatsoever.

The door, however, burst open at that moment, saving me from answering. It was Arryk.

 “Man, we have been looking for you for two fuckin’ hours!” he said in a harsh tone. He had a slight accent I noticed, but nothing compared to Gaebryil’s.

“Have you,” was the answer he got back in a tone that sounded impatient. “It seems everyone is intent on ruining my workout.”

Arryk looked confused for a minute and then saw me, which brought a look of understanding to his face. “I’ll talk to her if you want,” he said with a sorry look towards me.

“Good. Maybe she will finally leave me alone.” And with that he took his sword and shoved it into Arryk’s arms and left. I was still astonished that he made no sound when he walked.

When the door closed behind the tall figure, Arryk turned to me again. “I’m sorry about him. He has some anger issues.”

I decided to ask him about his “friends” strange eyes.

“Oh, them?” he laughed quietly. “Don’t let them frighten you. It’s not like he can see you.” He laughed again.

“Wait, what?” I asked, confused.

“Couldn’t you tell? Gaebryil is blind. Can’t even see shapes or outlines.”

“Then how did he recognize me? I shifted my weight and the floor squeaked and he turned and looked at me and knew it was me.”

“That’s just him. He can sense who it is most of the time. When he is not meditating or working out, which is just another form of working out for us.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Just don’t let him get to you or scare you. I know it’s hard, but hide it. Fear is power, and power is everything.”

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