[1] ALEXA, and her hell ✓ [Editing]

The Eyes ✓

Sub Urban — Cirque
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The 20th of May, Year 2020.

     It has been a month.

     Petro is supposed to watch the trainees spar this evening. During the day, he trains Alexa as usual, like what he has been doing for the passed weeks and, to say the least, she's doing extremely well. She moves without complaint, being oddly humble and satisfied with whatever is given to her.

     As well as she has become, there's still a long way for her to go and today is the first day she will get a chance to show what she's been taught, per Petro's orders.

     Having Petro train someone directly is a case that never should have happened since his retirement from directly getting involved in the underworld. And, his brother, the teacher of the class, is more curious than vexed, watching his students move in sync as he waits in anticipation of what the little girl that has been stripped off his register, would be capable of.

     'What could be so special about this brat that my brother, who was abstaining from being too active, would forget about his health and attend to her personally?'

     Nobosklav's train of thoughts is broken as he catches sight of Phillipeño in the corner, hopping sloppily.

     'What the fuck is he doing? Tap dancing?'

     Habitually, his feet carry him over to the boy, getting ready to exhibit another scolding, but Petro steps into the mirrored room with a short figure trailing behind him. Phillipeño steps away from his distracted teacher and Nobosklav squints hard to make out the silhouette. The room is well lit, because it's a studio, but everything about her appearance is out of tune with natural lighting.

     'What even is that? A demon?' He can't help but think as the child appears inhumane.

     "Class," he speaks up, "acknowledge the Headmaster."

     Everyone stops what they're doing and falls in rows of seven, facing the old man. "Good evening, Headmaster Moskal!"

     Petro nods, hands clasped behind his back wheeling around his cane unconsciously. Gently, he nudges the silent girl beside him and she inhales sharply, stepping into the view of everyone and lifting her head, but her eyes are casted at the ceiling. Her hair is in a messy bun, having grown out of its bob cut and her bangs are also now too long to be considered bangs and are clipped to the sides. Her whole face is on display, to her disliking.

     "This is Alexa. The student that you were told would be coming. I personally teach her now." Petro announces, causing eyes to flit to her. He also looks down at her, urging her to meet their gazes. He tells her softly that keeping her eyes like that displays a lack of confidence and she lowers her lids, taking their looks head on.

     "Look at her eyes..." One whispers a little too loudly, pulling audible reactions from the rest of the children and her heart begins to sink.

     She really wants to look away, and it shows on her face at how badly her eyebrows start twitching.

     "It's heterochromia." Petro states clearly, sending a lazy glare in Alexa's direction before turning back to the others, doubting they'll know what he means. "It's not contagious and it's not a disease. It's a simple rare feature a human can have." He quickly brings his hands around, slamming his cane into the matted floor three times. The sound is muffled, but it's loud enough. "No questions. Let us begin."

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