The Demonslayer's Institution

Chapter Three

He screamed in pain as the man drew on his back, blood beginning to appear on his deep wounds.

He bit his lip so hard he drew blood, tasting the metallic flavor—he knew well he would be punished for screaming. His throat is dry, his lips are chapped and bleeding. He began to feel lightheaded.

"So lovely.." The authoritative figure breathed out taking in the boy, his body is glistening. He looked beautiful under the only source of light in the basement.

He pulled on the chains more choking the boy.

The boy began whimpering. The figure shushed the boy.

"You have beautiful eyes, Ares." The boy looked up meeting the eyes of his nightmare.

For mama. He thought.

"Mama!" Ares screamed, waking up suddenly. He began to feel a twinge of pain erupt in his head. He looked around in confusion. He took in the light coming from the window. He looked around, an unfamiliar strong scent entering his nose.

He's in a room.

Suddenly, the door opened revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a clean white blouse and white skirt. She's holding a metal tray with unfamiliar equipments inside it.

The woman jumped when she saw the boy sitting looking at him in confusion.

"Ah, you're awake." The woman stated the obvious.

"Where am I?" The boy coldly asked. He began to search inside his brain.

He remembered seeing two students, taking the pathetic fool's blade and-

He began to feel giddy. "Where am I?" He repeated but in a sweet tone.

"Ehh, you're in the infirmary. You were brought in unconscious. Even though I am the head nurse here, I haven't gotten any information about you." She said with interest. "So tell me, who are you?"

She leaned closer like they were best friends sharing each other's secret.

"My name is Ares." He smiled widely.

"And my name's Caroline." She sarcastically said, "Tell me something I don't know, boy. I wanna know why someone like you is here."

She tried to intimidate the boy making sure to emphasize his non-existing worth. But she failed when she saw his eyes. They held nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a bit.

"I see." She said after a few seconds of the stare-battle, "I think I know why."

She began to move on and changed the topic, "Do you feel anything?"

He thought. What does he feel?

"My head hurts." He pointed out.

She nodded as expected. "It'll fade away just rest. Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Nope." He lied.

She nodded disappointment written across her face. "Well. That's about it." She said frowning.

There was a knock on the door and seconds later, he saw an unfamiliar man standing near the doorway.

"Hello, Caroline." The man smoothly said.

Ares looked him in the eyes with interest and the man replied by looking straight back at him. Curly hair, and his eyes is the same color as his brown hair. His lips were pursed like he was trying his best not to spill his secrets. Beautiful. Ares thought. Excitement.