Creatures of Eviood High - The School of Good and Evil (#1)

33. Fallen

I shower.
The water splashes on my face and I wince as the water stings my cuts. But again, I ignore it. I feel like this never happened, well, the bruises and cuts and scrapes are an obvious sign that it did. Stupid cuts and bruises. When I'm finished, I wrap my hair up in a towel and I head into my bedroom. I look at the scars that litter my body. I have a roundish on on my shoulder from when I was shot, one just below my rib cage where My-Sinister-Sister (Mage) stabbed me, one across my stomach when I got hit with a flaming arrow. Now that I think about it, what was that arrow really meant to do? Kill me? Well, whoever shot it did a bad job at that. I have a few on my arms and a few on my knuckles. I have on also on my cheek from where Amelia clawed me. I spin and in the mirror, on my shoulder blade, I have five, roundish scars thanks to Amelia and her nails. I also have scars running up and down my legs, a few thick ones where Amelia but me.
Gee, I have a lot of scars.
And I have...a burn mark on my left arm. It's small, but I can see it.
A knock sounds at my door.
"Don't step a foot in my room right now" I say.
"I won't. I really don't want to" says Tony, his voice slightly muffled because of the door. "But there's a meeting in HQ to tally the losses and important leader stuff."
"Ok, be there in a few minutes."
I hear him leave.
Being lazy, I put panties on, my white and pink poke-a-dot pj pants and throw on a pink shirt. I don't care about the bra. I grab a white robe and I slip into it and tie it up and the front. I let my hair out and I blow dry it quickly, then I let it fall onto my shoulders, Grabbing slippers, I shuffle down the halls and I knock on the door of the HQ.
"Password" says a voice behind the door. Warren.
"You Idiotic psychopath. There's no password" I say.
"Oh, that's what they all say."
Fed up, I touch the door and it bursts into blue flames and I step back as it falls to my feet. The flames disappear and a really damaged door lays there now.
Oopsies.
Warren looks at me, eyebrows raised and I step over the door and into the HQ. Everyone is looking at me as I walk in. Some smirk and some roll their eyes.
"We might need a new door" I say quietly and sit next to Tony who is sitting at the end of a table.
Wait. The table must be new because the table before wasn't this big. Other people sit at the table, nearly one for each type of creature.
My stomach drops when I don't see Gavin, but Finley is here. Lilly sits across from me, next to Tony. I see them holding hands under the table and I smirk to myself. Warren picks the damaged door up and leans it in the door way. He gives me a cold look and I bite my lip to contain my laughter.
"Okay" says Tony and he releases Lilly's hand. "We've had few casualties. Literally, only a few." He picks up a piece of paper and reads it. "Okay, Thomas Helea, werewolf, eighteen. Leonardo Frang, warlock, sixteen. Aurora Fells, mermaid, sixteen. Er, Dahlia...unknown, seventeen."
"Hang on" I say, standing up from my chair. "What...do you mean by unknown?"
"It means that she never recorded down what she was. She was never...placed in a category" says Warren.
"Does anyone even know this girl?" I ask. "Like, ever really seen or talked to this girl?"
Everyone shakes their head.
"How do we know she even exists?" I ask. It's sad, but true. I have never heard of Dahlia. Never. I'm confused.
"She's on the schools record, and someone said they saw her being stabbed" says Tony.
"What about a description?" I ask. I trust my gut, and my gut tell me that this ain't right.
Tony flips through a few papers but someone speaks up from the other end. I have no idea what creature he is; but he has white and brown hair and his eyes are slits. He's around my age.
"Apparently she has...had blue hair and she always wore weird, hooded robes. She was...an unidentified creature. An U.B.U.C." He waves a paper in the air that came from a file that sits in front of him. "She was categorised."
"What the hell is a U.B...something or other?" I ask and I look away as I realise how I said it. It wasn't nicely.
Okay, I'm tired. Being tired equals a cranky Powerist.
The boy looks to me a little offended but he doesn't say anything. But then he speaks up.
"Well, they are creatures with...never seen before powers. Unique But Unidentified Creature. U.B.U.C. Like me."
"Wants your name?" I ask, nicely this time.
"Peter, Peter Talon."
I cringe when he says Peter. It reminds me of Peter Kliper; the mate I had never met. I shake the thought off and I look to Peter.
"What can you do? I'm sorry everyone but I would like to know. I'm surprised I don't know this" I say. A few people nod with smiles, others don't even look at me, but to Peter with a curious expression on their faces.
"I can shift into a Griffin, half eagle and half lion, and a Hippogriff, half eagle, half horse."
"So...basically a what? A mutant?" I quickly change my mistake. "I mean, nit that it's weird, but--"
"I understand" he says. "But yeah, you can call us that. She transferred a month ago. Well, that's what the papers say."
I look to Warren and he looks puzzled, then he stands from his chair and walks out of the room, being carful of the broken door.
"Okay then" says Tony. "Maybe a little warning next time" he whispers to himself.
Finley squeezes my shoulder and I smile at him. I see the gems under my shoulder and I can't help but think it has something to do with those things my mom thrusted into my chest.
"We will have a proper burial and their families will be notified. Anything else to discuss?"
"Here" says a boy and he stands. He has black hair and a tan face with glowing, orange eyes. They look like Destiny's eyes; like they are made of fire. "I want to know a few things; answers given by the lovely Powerist in the room" he says and he turns to me. He seems seventeen or eighteen.
"First, who are you?" I ask.
Usually, I know all the names, but right now, I'm clueless.
"Names Nathan, Nathan Firepan."
Firepan? What type of a last name is that? I'm not judging...well, yeah I am but that name is strange. It doesn't sit right with me.
"Okay Nathan" I say. "Ask away."
He pulls out a piece of crinkled paper from his pocket and he folds it out.
"Okay" he starts. "First off, why didn't you warn the bad creatures that they would die tonight; and very painfully."
I glare.
"Is this some type of interrogation Sir? I'm sorry, I wasn't aware" I spit.
He looks up from the paper.
"I'm a bad creature; you ask the ones in this room. Ask them. Ask them how they felt."
I turn to Tony and he isn't looking at me. I turn to a Gerry, a warlock with dark grey hair, my age. His green eyes meet mine and he shrugs his shoulders. I look to Peter.
"What are you? I mean...good or bad?" I ask him.
He shrugs and I look at him puzzled.
"If you're a UBUC, and you haven't committed murder, you're categorised as a good creature."
"Who decides that?" asks someone from the table.
"The Grimm" Peter replies and the room goes eerily silent.
The Grimm? What the hell is that? Is that some sort of random guy? Or is he like this guy that always has a grim expression on his face? Probably not.
Then, I remeber what my mother had said in the vision I had.
Grim Reaper Fròtá.
"Grim Reaper Fròtá" I whisper. Everyone in the room turns to face me. My chest hurts, but I ignore it. "Grim Reaper Fròtá" I repeat.
"What the hell is that?" asks someone I don't know.
I stand in my chair. I try to sit back down but I don't budge. Is someone controlling my movements?
"Who is this...Grimm?" Everyone looks at me and I want to shrink into nothing, to disappear.
"She's as dumb as a zombie" mutters Nathan.
Then, Warren waltzes back into the room, Gavin behind him. Gavin wears the necklace Ezra gave him; the gem of death apparently.
"Tell me who the Grimm is?" I ask.
Warren and Gavin freeze and they look to me. Warren looks horrified and Gavin is just plain confused. "Uh hello, I asked you guys a question."
Gavin's necklace starts to jiggle and as pulls towards me, but it's still connected to the chain around Gavin's neck.
A stabbing head ache erupts in my head and I clutch the desk to support me with one hand, and hold my head with the other.
"Fate?" someone says, but their voice is muffled, like they are speaking through water.
I sway a bit and I let go of the desk, my hands shaking. The pain in my head increases and I stumble back and collapse into a heap on the floor, my vision going blurry.
"Not of Death, but of Darkness" says a voice in my head and I black out.