Our Deathly Love

Art Class

I did not know whom to believe, as Tundry awoke. I did not know if Tristan was right and what I had described was impossible. Although, I did wonder if there was such a thing as impossible, I mean, I was just attacked by vines. If I recall from school, vines are not suppose to attack people. No, that would be impossible now wouldn't it? Yet at the same time it did happen to us, so it was not impossible, as most humans believe it to be. Even more impossible is this school and all who inhabit it. Now that was impossible, yet we still exist. So that added to my doubt that anything at all was impossible.

I knew I was right on this matter, and that I had seen what I had seen, whether Tristan thought it was impossible or not. Hell even Rose saw it coming, or at least that is what I believe she had envisioned just a few minuets before all hell broke loose. I knew as well not to push Tristan and his belief. If he wanted to think it was all in my head, and what I had said was not possible I would allow him to think so. It was not worth the fight, and even if it did happen again, I knew how to save myself, and would not need his help, if he could even help in the first place.

As soon as, Tristan put Tundry's soul into her body, the vines withered and died, becoming immobile and obsolete. I watched as the vines holding Emil suspended over the gaping hole in the ground became lifeless, and started to drop him. For a moment dread filled me, I was scared how far down the hole went, and if it would kill him, but from the distance I knew there would be nothing I could do to help. Thankfully in that instant the orange haired girl jumped off the ground and slammed into Emil, propelling him away from the hole and any harm he would have received. I did not know that girl's name, yet at the same time I felt joy at her presence, he may have been her leader, and from what I could tell in the chapel strict, yet she helped him. I was shocked at his response to her help though.

A scrawl placed firmly on his face he shoved her, not towards the hole, yet at the same time with the efficiency of a schoolyard bully, I watched as she hit the ground her head hung. I did not understand. This was her reward to helping that buffoon not getting himself killed? She got pushed? That made no since at all! Not a stinking bit! Emil, was a jerk, he was going to tear into her for helping him! That was just the stupidest thing I have ever seen. I would have said some snug remark if I had not been so far away from him at the time, the boy was an arrogant fool, and nothing else. For a moment I thought that next time he upsets someone I would not come and save him, yet I knew if someone needed help I would provide it. I could not be one of those bystanders, like the rest of the class.

As I thought of this I helped the disgruntled Tundry off of the ground. Her age at the moment and her mentality were kicking in. She was putting on quite the waterworks, crying, about a few scrapes and bruises, and what I thought might have been a fractured ankle.

I knew I should feel bad about the pain she was going through, but because of her temper, and her childishness, I was in quite a bit of pain myself. My wrist which had only been stitched up yesterday, was aching like crazy, I had a feeling I had pulled out some of my stitches, I was not bleeding, but the pain burned through my body like wildfire, not to mention the migraine I was getting from the little Tundry drama fest. She just kept blabbing on and on and on, poor me, poor little rich girl, got hurt because she thought she was invincible and was shocked at finding out she wasn't. At that point I was over her little show.

"Tundry if you do not shut up this instance, Tristan and I will make you walk the rest of the way to the nurses office by your self!" I growled out, of course I had no control of Tristan, but it did make Tundry stop crying and having her little meltdown.

As we walked Tundry to the schools hospital I began to wonder what would happen this year with so many of the teachers and other supposed adults just standing by and not helping when needed. We had just been in a life or death situation and our teacher had stood by. When I had asked Tristan why he thought Mr. Clean had done nothing, he had asked me what else had I expected from a Demon. I had not noticed that the teacher was a Demon, but obviously Tristan did. Which made me wonder how people expected this to work, when the teachers themselves did not stop violence but promoted it. Tristan had blatantly told me that it wouldn't work out, and that he was expecting more wars to start just because of this school.