Thiam - The War Is Over

Chapter 2

"Liam, are you okay?" Liam's head turned in a snappish movement to look at Mason and Corey, who had stopped walking and was looking back at him worriedly. Liam opened his mouth to tell his friends what he'd seen, but when he looked back to see if the eyes were still there, they had disappeared. He felt an uneasy stir in his stomach, then said,"Yeah, sorry, I... thought I had seen something weird outside... It's nothing," he quickly said. "We should hurry before we're late." He scurried past the two and sped walked through the halls, still feeling unnerved, though he did his best to shake the feeling away, insisting it was just his paranoia.

Still, Liam wasn't sure if he was quite ready to drop it. Setting it aside for when he actually had time, he hurried to class.

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Liam's eyes drifted around the classroom as the lesson went on. He wasn't entirely sure what was being taught; he was having trouble paying attention the past few weeks. He'd forgotten about the eyes he'd seen- for now, anyway- but was reliving the memories of the Ghost Riders and how they had almost died to Mr. Douglas. His lip slightly curled at the memory of their Nazi werewolf teacher. Hayden had seemed much too fond of him when they'd first walked into his class with no knowledge of what he was really capable of.

He sighed inwardly and faced forward, pushing the memory of Hayden, the Ghost Riders, Mr. Douglas- everything aside and tried to pay attention though to no avail. He grit his teeth and tried.

Tried.

Tried.

He felt his claws dig into his palms. He quickly cast a glance towards Corey, who was in the same class and tried to catch his gaze, but Corey didn't turn to him at all. Liam felt his heart begin to race as he felt the blood drip down his clenched fists. He placed them below his desk on his lap and took in slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down, but the stress was beginning to get to him.'Stop it, Liam, you can't expose yourself like this!,' he mentally scolded himself.

"You should calm down."

Liam froze and his head shot up, eyes round. No one but the teacher was speaking, and Liam doubted anyone had said anything to begin with. Or at least no one in the class. He looked around, trying to pinpoint where the voice had come from; it had sounded so familiar, but he couldn't quite place who it was.

"You look nervous."

There it was again, sounding much more mocking this time. Liam's frown deepened, his claws digging in further.

"Maybe you should stop that. You wouldn't want anyone seeing those bloody hands of yours, now would you?"

Liam instantly looked down at his hands and saw them dribbled with his own blood, seeping into his pants, which were, fortunately, black, though he could feel the thick stickiness of the blood already on his skin underneath the fabric. He quickly pulled his hands out of fists and wiped the blood off on his pants, the wounds healing relatively fast.

"Wow, you took my advice. I'm touched."

"Who are you?" Liam hissed under his breath. The girl beside him must've heard him, for she gave him a weird look. Liam gave an awkward look back, pretending he hadn't said anything.

"Don't remember me? Well, who did you happen to bring back from hell because your sorry asses couldn't do things without me, oh, I don't know, months ago?"

Liam felt the hairs on his neck stand as a name flooded into his mind.

"I see you let that sink in."

Theo Raeken.