Mianite: Rise of the Heroes

Chapter 7

Sonja was freaking out now.

Her best friend lay passed out in pain after that fire had set ablaze on his chest. The scene was so horrifyingly beautiful that she and everyone there was staring at it in awe and fear. Obviously Sonja was terrified that Jordan had a random, uncalled for,  fire swerving and weaving around his chest like it was doing something, which seemed impossible, but that's what she saw.

With his head on her lap, she waited for someone to arrive and help him, patting Jordans head as if to reassure him, but it was only her trying to calm her own panic.

She was caught in her own world but she managed to hear the people talking around her in confusion and fear, looking at Jordan in- no, that wasn't it, they weren't just looking at Jordan.

They were looking at his chest.

She lifted her head up and gasped, where the fire once blazed on his chest, there was a hole in his shirt over his heart, and on his skin, was a tattoo.

She knew Jordan wouldn't ever get a tattoo himself, he was terrified at just the thought of it. This must have happened during that fire he experienced. She looked at it, and noticed it wasn't red, surprising for a fresh tattoo, but that's not caught her eye, it was the actual tattoo design.

She had never seen something like that. A justice scale, purple in its entirety and about the size of her palm. Small designs were clearly evident on the scales, purple vines wrapping around it, perfectly made as if DaVinci himself created it.

'Dammit where's Tucker when you need him?' His strength would have helped lift him up and take him to the nurses office, but he wasn't here because he was helping his mum out at her little cake shop before he comes to school every day, which is very cute, but now's not the time.

"What the HELL was that?!" A girl -who Sonja knew to be Aleena -screamed, breaking the quiet chatter that never seemed to stop.

"Why was he on fire!?"

"Why did that happen!?"

"Is he dead?!?"

Sonja knew he wasn't dead, he could hear his quiet breathing as she held his head in her lap.

The sound of footsteps and and the parting of the crowd revealed Mr Anderson, her English teacher, who burst through and saw an unconscious student with Sonja holding his head up. A look of panic flashed through his eyes when he noticed the scorch marks on Jordans shirt.

"Sonja, what happened?" Mr Anderson asked slowly.

"I don't know! He was coming towards me and then he stopped and then he just started-"

"Calm down, lets take him to the Nurses office, away from the crowd, I'll let the Principle know and see what we can do" he concluded.

"As for the rest of you" he spoke to the rest of the crowd. "Get to class, the bells rung and you shouldn't be late"

The crowd begun to disperse, but the whispers and stares never stopped.

Mr Anderson picked up Jordan from her arms and carried him to the Nurses office with Sonja in tow.

'I never even got to tell him about the tattoo...'
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At the nurses office, Jordan began to shuffle and groan in pain on the cushioned bench he was laid on, head flopped to the side in his still unconscious state.

Sonja waited nervously next to him as Nurse Carrel examined him. The nurse tried to see what she could do with the mark on his skin but realised she couldn't examine it further without removing his shirt, so with her scissors, she tore the front of his shirt and Sonja let out a low gasp.