Like A Flame {Warren Peace}

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It does not take much for oxygen loss to kick in, three minutes after.

Dorian could not explain what he felt when he saw, Warren collapse to his knees as Speed ran around and around. Creating a vortex of wind. Layla seemed the only one whom noticed, the way she gripped onto his hand.

"He's dying..." she whispered. "Why isn't anyone stopping this?"

No one. Not even the teacher's interfered. Will had strung Lash around a pole, contemplating between the citizen and Warren's life. Boomer sat cool and collected, occasionally glancing at the clock.

"Why aren't we stopping it, is the question." Dorian muttered.

Barriers were set up to protect the audience during this course. He could just as ease fly over it, but Dorian found himself still amidst his peers. Will took hold of Speed. The vortex stopped, Warren collapsed gasping for air. Speed crashes into Lash. Warren's grabbed by Will.

And they saved the citizen.

A thunderous roar of cheers echoed, as Boomer made the declaration. Dorian's eyes closed with relief, running a hand through his hair. "Dude, your nose is bleeding."

Zach's panicked tone caused him to realize he was. "Oh darn it, it's no big deal, happens when I'm nervous." He said with a grimace, taking a tissue from his pocket. Head tilted back slight. "How's Will looking?"

"Perfectly fine, now that she's by him." Layla muttered, folding her arms across her chest.

"I REALLY think you should have that checked. That's a lot of blood." Ethan chimed with thought.

"No, no it's okay. I'll clean it up. Be right back."

He pushed his way through the crowd that had formed below. He could not even hear Will call out to him, the noise deafened his hearing. The showers are quiet fortunately enough. He turned on the sink knobs without his hands, dabbing at his nose ever careful.

When he looks up, into the mirror, he's non- surprised to find Warren. He swallowed thick, expecting another encounter. Until he saw something else. Was that fear in his eyes? The way his hands clench and un-clench.

"...Warren?" he uttered. Surprised he was even asking this. "Are you alright?"

"Stay. Away from me, Talbot." He hissed.

"I-It's okay. I'm...If it means anything, I know what it's like when your weakness is revealed. You're so cold..." he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I just lost my freakin' breath, of course I'm cold. Now back the hell off." He's pushed against the sink's edges. The spot in which was still healing, almost caused a hiss to escape. He bit down on his lip, shooting Warren a glare.

"Excuse me for acting as a concerned, human even though I still can't accept how you've treated me. Will it kill you to at least try?"

"If you don't leave in five seconds, I won't hesitate, Talbot I swear."

"Hurt me? That's nothing new. If that's all you're capable of, is to use your powers to hurt, then I feel nothing but pity towards you."

Pity. Warren's teeth barred at that word. He cornered Dorian, trapping him against the cold tiled walls with either arm on the side of his head. His face is dangerously close. Dorian flinched of the contact, memories of that alley flashed. And yet Warren did not seem to notice, how he shivered ever slight.

"I don't NEED 'pity' least of all, from someone like you. Maybe, I shouldn't have saved you from that alley. I could have just as easily kicked you in your kidney's and left."