Decadence

Sickness

Nicholas' P.O.V

I undid my bandages the day after, making sure to take meticulous care as I did so. I undid the gauze on my neck first, which was from another wound that I had received during the match with Eileen. I hadn't personally remembered anything from my fight after I passed out but I had apparently received many more wounds.

Along with the gashes on my leg and arm, I also had a minor cut on my other arm and leg and a long cut along my left cheek, just above the first one. Luckily, my injuries stopped skin deep and I didn't have anything wrong with any of my muscles or bones.

While inspecting my body I also found multiple bruises that Eileen could not have possibly inflicted on me. Bluish-purple marks covered my arms, back and stomach. It was Connor and Damian who had caused these, I had found out.

Damian informed me, albeit frustrated and angry, what exactly had transpired while I was out. He said it was like I was possessed by a demon. I just suddenly stood up again and rushed for Eileen, not flinching or backing down even when she attacked or jeered at me.

I had, at first, thrown her to the ground before pulling her up by the hair and raising my fists toward her. I must have pummeled her multiple times before eventually Connor stepped out to save his precious sister. That was when Damian told me things got ugly

I was mad, drunk off of power and upon seeing both brother and sister in the room, I started chanting some type of spell no one had ever seen me cast before. Eileen fell to the ground, dazed and beaten while I turned toward Connor.

Connor had been more than ready to take me on. He, however, did not plan on having me release my power to subjugate him. Damian had explained that the energy I had let loose was evil and suffocating like a poison.

Connor was quickly overwhelmed by the fowl stench, as Damian recalled. Damian entered also, but nearly vomited because of the horrible energy. I only smiled, he had told me, and walked toward him. Damian had joked, despite the fact that he was still upset, that he thought he would finally get his fight. He turned out to be dead wrong.

After this, Damian became vague with the details and stopped wanting to explain the situation to me. It was obvious that something else had happened within that time period though. Eileen was in shock, he told me, and refused to speak of it. I assume that was because she had suffered a humiliating defeat.

As for Connor, I had actually seen him since the incident and he had a broken right arm, which he had commented, hurt like hell and gave me the cold shoulder. Damian had received no injuries to speak of, which I found odd. Damian had been so eager to fight me but ever since the incident, he had kept his distance from me. I was curious, to say the least.

It was Monday now, and despite the fact that Damian was fine and I was only relatively sore now, Ms. Lilia had informed us that it was probably best not to go to school today.

I was none too happy about this even though I knew I would need the day off, but Damian, who was not even injured, bemoaned the fact that he could not get away from me. So when Ms. Lilia had announced that she wanted to have "the talk" with us, he was simply nauseous. I, on the other hand knew that there was no avoiding it.

At the moment we were currently sitting across from each other at a rectangular table in the library. I sensed that now was not the time to look for something to read as I usually would have as Damian's glare was constant and vicious.

There was a heavy tension in the air. This coupled with the fact that the energy levels reeked of Damian and his entire family were suffocating, figuratively and literally. I wished for the torment to end soon, because for some reason, all I really wanted to do was take a nap.