It was becoming something of a tradition these days for Mikel to come back to their shared room battered and bruised, and it worried Eric to no end when he saw the wounds on Mikel's body. Safe to say, he was ready to kill whoever was doing it.
At first he had thought he was being bullied by some of the first years in their division, maybe even Damon and his friends seeking to get revenge on the priest who humiliated him.
He had even considered it being some of the second years who disliked Victoria, so he had been very surprised when Mikel said he was training after class and with none other than the paramilitary arts teacher, Astra.
The Druid was too studious, Eric decided, watching Mikel crawl to his bed, and barely make it there. Fresh reddish bruises littered his already discoloured skin and the only thing stopping them from looking worse was the merciful covering of his tattoos.
Eric looked at him roommate. “Rough day?”
Mikel groaned and threw himself underneath the covers. “I feel like Braun Strowman just put me through his power slam.”
Eric did not bother being confused, it was like a norm now for Mikel to say something strange.
“Another important figure in your township?” he asked, giving Mikel's shoulder a friendly rub.
Mikel only just managed to give a tired muffled. “Yeah”.
Eric smiled as he lay down on his own bed, sending a small wave of wind to put out the overhead candles.
“Goodnight bro.”
“Nigh—” Mikel didn’t finish the word as he closed his eyes, falling asleep immediately.
There was absolute silence for several minutes and from her bed, Victoria glanced at him, his features illuminated by the pale moonlight streaming in from the window.
She was afraid to sleep, because she hated seeing what she saw of Mikel when she slept.
Blood had always made such a pretty, pretty picture to her but not when it was blood of someone she cared about.
*
Praise knocked politely on Sean’s door, waiting for confirmation to enter. When she got his usual grunt of approval, she pushed open the metal door, stepping into a blandly decorated office with Sean at the middle of it at a table.
“Good morning Mr. Bishop,” she said, facing his table.
Of late, Sean had been cold to her, a sign that he was still suspicious of her intentions despite going ahead to record her conversation with Tyler after he had said he wouldn’t.
Praise had kept the fact that she knew he had rigged her clothes to herself, and behaved like she was blissfully ignorant of the fact that he had gone through her clothes like he had a right to.
He was not the only one who could play the game of deception after all and she had paid penance to herself by having the spare clothes she kept in the office dry cleaned. The thought of Sean that close to her even if indirectly was nauseating.
“You wanted to see me Praise?” Sean asked, disinterest evident in his tone.
“Yes sir. The updates on Volunteer 118’s status are ready” Praise said, already irritated at him but careful to keep her annoyance out of her tone. As it was, she was at risk herself, not knowing whatever Sean was planning. “May I sit?”
“Go ahead,” Sean leaned back in his chair as Praise took a seat, opeing the files in her hand. “Well?”
“The readings from 118’s pain sensors have been off the charts lately and our programmers are concerned that No Blessed has malfunctioned again, repeating a painful single day in his life,” Praise paused and pushed up her glasses. “They are asking if they should restart the game.”
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No Blessed ✓
Fantasy- Completed - For Mikel Ark, being offered a job by the world's biggest gaming company is a dream come true, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will launch his career as a hotshot programmer. But what Mikel hasn't been told is that his employer's...
