School of Rebellion ; SetoSolace

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Brice lazily opened his eyes to feel a sharp stinging pain in his abdomen. He shouted, feeling the sparks of electricity traversing through his veins. A hazy figure stood lurking over his shoulder, a wide smile perched on his lips, "I see you're awake."

Brice coughed, weakly. The monitor beside him beeped loudly, sending another wave of pain through his body. The blond hissed, thinking quickly as he reached over and pulled the tube away from his abdomen. The hazy figure stepped back, alerted.

Blood gushed from the hole in his abdomen. It continued to sting, but not as much. He sat up, disoriented, and toppled out of what appeared to be a hospital bed. He growled, his arms turning into electric sparks. The man, who appeared to be adorned in a cloak, sneered, "Don't get so feisty."

Brice shouted, "Where am I?"

"One of the best hospitals in Sorcerer Society," the man replied. "On behalf of the Headmaster himself, you were placed here to recover."

The blond scowled, "Recover? Why would he—"

"He figured it would be a good trade," the man shrugged, seeming to drawl over the topic, "Prince Harvey could assess your base and destroy it once he gathers all the information he needs. Afterwards, he could singlehandedly take over the Hybrids with said information and lead us to victory. You, on the other hand, will remain here for experimentation. Or whatever the Headmaster feels is suitable for a Hybrid like you."

Brice frowned, "And what if I choose to fight back?"

"We'll simply torture each of your friends in front of your eyes. You wouldn't want that, correct? I'd suggest cooperation if you all want to live a full life intact. Now, please lay back down."

Brice stood stiff, a scowl still planted on his face. The sparks increased and eventually launched foreword. The man toppled backwards into the wall causing a complete collapse. An alarm set off—he needed to leave this place fast.

It was an irrational decision on his part, but he decided to abandon all his secondary thoughts and focus on the Rebellion. He dashed towards the window, breaking the glass and jumping down. The electricity surged from his hands to create a hover board. He could barely stand, but decided to hasten the speed to a mighty surge.

Faster and faster the board went until he lost sight of the buildings below him. It would be s long ride, yes, but at least he was farther away. The wound in his abdomen still bled and was irking him with pain.

He hoped that Zek and Seto made it out alive and safely back towards the base.

***

The heart monitors beeped loudly. Zek rested his head on the bed, listening to Seto's shallow breathing. Tyler and Kyle stood on the other side of the bed, whispering to each other. Occasionally, Kyle would have swapped out the cold, damp towel on his forehead for a new one.

"I can't believe they're all—" Tyler croaked, shaking his head, "—dead."

"For all we know Brice can't be dead," Kyle monotonously said, "he's hard headed and strong. As well as that, the Headmaster wouldn't allow someone as special as Brice to simply die off like that. It's just improbable!"

The silence picked up once more. Zek lifted his head to get a good look at the brunet. His appearance had drastically changed from the last time he had saw him.

He didn't look like the "pretty boy" he once knew. There was a scar over his right eye; surgical one. In addition to that, he looked malnourished and unfed—quite weak. No wonder he didn't put up a great fight. His skin was more pallid then usual, and his hair was, oddly, combed and pristine. I guess he worries about his hair, too.  Zek chuckled at the thought.