Angel Academy

Angel Academy (18)

*Hey everyone! I'm back, sorry for the delay! Marching band, summer reading, martial arts, bla bla bla. So basically, I've been busy and I apologize. But anyways, I know you guys will forgive me after reading this chapter. I think it's my best one yet, so brace yourselves!!! I can't thank you all enough for all the comments and votes. Angel Academy is now on the Home Page under Fantasy, so I'm very happy with the progress! And it reached #21 on the "What's Hot List"! As always, don't forget to tell me what you think! Take care! ♥ - Brynne*

~Merick's Point of View~

Even though it hurt to smile, I couldn't resist as I saw Emma fast asleep in a chair next to my bed. Staring at her, I noticed a new wrinkle or two. Looking out one of the infirmary's windows, I could see that it was early morning. I saw her bag on the ground and groaned in pain as I reached for it. Pulling out a pocket mirror, I examined the damage.

Damn, I did NOT look good. Both of my eyes were black and I had three large bruises scattared around my face. All three were swelling. Oh joy.

It felt like every bone in my body was bruised or sore. But I wouldn't want to see Damien's condition right now either. He probably had a million burn marks, thanks to Emma. I smiled evily. I groaned loudly as Emma woke up and sprung in for an embrace.

"Sorry," she apologized, now sitting beside me.

"It's ok," I winced, holding back a yell.

"How are you feeling?" she asked with worry eyes.

"Almost as bad as I look," I answered truthfully. She smiled. I looked around the room. Where did they put Damien?

~Damien's Point of View~

"AHH!" I roared loudly.

"Hold still, you big baby!" ordered Tristan. He was putting on new wraps for my burns. I would've strangled him for using that tone with me but I couldn't move. Blake watched us anxiously while he held my arm down. If he wasn't restraining it, I swear the dorm would have been burnt to a crisp by now. These burns were legit and they had me howling.

"How could you let a FRESHMEN do this to you?" criticized Tristan. I glared at him.

"She's a freaking level FOUR!" I yelled back. The room went silent. All I could hear was my heart beat. There was a sense of shock throughout the air.

".... T-That's not possible," muttered Tristan, trying to calculate this. Blake was gaping at me.

Here at Angel Academy, ability was based on levels. There was five levels. Usually Freshmen were level one; two if they were very talented. In order to become a teacher here, you had to be level three. It used to be unheard of for a student to be level four. But then Merick arrived here.

He became the first. That's why he's so well known and admired. Not only is he extremely talented, his element is also intensely unique. I admit, I have envied him in the past but not so much anymore, since I became a level four. I worked so hard. I've been to the infirmary countless numbers of times for exhausting or electricuting myself. Riley, River, Trinity, Ava, Blake and Tristan were all upper level threes.

It was unheard of for a freshmen to become a level four. I can't believe that no one has noticed her amazing ability yet! Especially herself! I mean, I admit that I wasn't exactly modest about my talent, but it's like she's hiding it! She must be aware of it, right?

Then a sickening feeling coursed through me. Power was bad. It corrupted you. I should know out of anyone, and not because of myself....

~Emma's Point of View~

It was night time already and I was hurrying through the halls, praying to not get caught because it was past curfew. I had spent the whole day with Merick, tending to him and keeping him company. Riley, River and Trinity had stayed with us most of the time too. But they were smart enough to leave before curfew. I wasn't. I wanted to make sure Merick was set for the night.