Survival of the Fittest

Fourteen

Everyone stood back from the blonde, now Mage, as he still had yet to wake.

Elliot fell backwards onto the concrete; his hands slightly scrapping from the friction, but he ignored the mild pain. He looked like a vampire from a TV show, with Alphonse's blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He found the act of biting someone's neck disgusting, and told himself he'd never do it again; much less turn someone into a vampire, which he'd feel guilty about doing anyway.

No one said anything. Phelyx and Rev were whispering to each other, constantly looking over at the blond male's slouched body.

Then his eyes finally shot open. Wide as saucers they darted around for a second; no longer red, but instead, a bright silver, almost lost in his sclera.

He didn't know what to do. Of course it's not like he'd forgotten being a vampire. He remembered every second of it, and how disturbing and traumatizing the experience was; to have one of your own kind force you to become something you don't want to be.

Someone he trusted, forcefully pinned him into a wall and forced their host to bite his neck, creating an entirely different persona of who he really was.

Slowly he stood, stumbling just a bit, due to the fact it had been years since he regained his own self control.

He walked over to some small alleyway, and everyone watched him. He seemed to be looking for something.

Elliot started to ask what he was doing, but was interrupted by Alphonse throwing a jacket into the middle of the road.

A green jacket.

Elliot slowly stood up, still watching as Alphonse started to concentrate on something, he held out one of his arms and white flames circled his arm, and around his chest and stomach.

Then Elliot knew what was happening.

"Stop him!!" He screamed, and the hooded Mage charged at Alphonse, but he jumped out of the way.

The jacket started to rise, the white flames creating a figure into the jacket itself; like it was wearing it. Because it was.

Elliot also charged at Alphonse, and succeeded in tackling him to the ground, but it was too late.

The figure seemed to be slightly hovering above the ground, and when it's features finally appeared, he dropped to the ground into a slouching position, standing lowly as if he was an Elder.

The green haired male stood up straight now, and stretched one arm across his chest, and did the same with the other, then and only then, did he turn around.

Him and Elliot made eye contact first, then his attention drew to Alphonse, who was laying on the ground underneath the black haired teen.

Korey made a small hum and walked over to them, forcefully shoving Elliot off of Alphonse.

"Didn't think you'd actually do it." He said, a smirk plastered across his face.

Alphonse chuckles nervously.

"Sorry it took so long..."

Korey through one arm around the slightly shorter boy's shoulders, and placed his pointer finger on Alphonse's chest as he spoke.

"I watched you the entire time! You really are one determined soldier aren't you!"

Everyone was nervous. They were standing in front of the leader of the green jackets. The one who started the war between the three races. Yes. One. And killed countless people.