The week leading up to Friday for Heinrich had been tough, a lot of things had changed after the murder. Anna seemed to surround herself with people after the incident. Not wanting to be alone, to be safe in a group. That was fine with him, he preferred her safe, away from any danger. Yet he didn't share her need to surround themselves with people, it was only the opposite. Fire practice didn't help his mentality, as it was difficult with another person. Heinrich's own personality overtaking the other students and the whips would continue to fail. It frustrated him to no end, He could do the assignment by himself. Why did he need to work with another to conjure something so basic? Basic fire was beneath him, he wanted to excel beyond such simple things.
He would begin doubling up on his training throughout the week, going to the meadows any chance he could. Heinrich would practice his Gift as hard as he could, bringing him to pass out a few times. It wouldn't have been a problem falling asleep in the woods, as he was used to doings so, yet the snowy weather and cold air would chill his bones awake.
He made it into his usual clearing, snow lightly dusting everything in sight. He didn't mind the snow, it was just a bit too cold for his liking. His breath would cast small ghosts as he exhaled, walking into the center of the clearing. Focusing his breathing, he would begin slowly swinging his arms out in front of himself. Drawing his hands closer to his body, he would form them into fists one on top of the other. His stance would widen slightly, bracing himself for the next part.
Staring into his hands he would begin creating a flame spike in his hands, elongating into a straight bar no bigger than a yard stick. The flames their usual green, excited to be alive and exposed to the open air the flames waved and flickered wildly. As he began focusing the licking flames would start standing at attention, pointing towards the tip. Gripping the flaming stick Heinrich imagined the object in his mind, thinking on it as clear as he could. The flames getting hotter and brighter as he focused. Sweat would start beading across his forehead, the stick continuing to get more intense. The air around him soon picking up static. his hair beginning to lift from his eyes.
The flames getting hotter and hotter, soon electricity begin sheathing the blade before replacing it all together. The electricity would soon thrash wildly, trying to escape his stiff grip. The arch wild at first, soon straightening out under his command. With each passing second the bolt would crackle and snap loudly yelling at its captor. Unphased by the cursing of the bolt, Heinrich quickly gripped harder, forcing all that he had into it. The bolt began squealing in a burst of energy, picking up heat and intensity. The electricity exploding the gasses around them, the blade in his hands would soon take shape. The saber was stiff, no longer the wild untamed arching of the electricity before. It was a beam in his hands, humming as it shone in the darkness. The green light almost neon in the night air, alive only for a brief moment before popping out of existence, knocking Heinrich onto his back a couple feet away.
He began laughing hysterically, feeling triumphant. It wasn't much yet, but he was on the right track. After a few seconds of laughing, he would pass out with a smile across his face.
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The room was dark, at first. Eyes slowly adjusting to the abyss around her, the only light source in view was a lamp on the desk next to her, dormant. Silence around her broken by the constant slow drip of a faucet. Plip - - - Plip - - - Plop - - - Plip. Her head pounding with the beat, she hadn't thought she drink too much that night. Her mind and memory were hazy.
She was at the club right?
Where was Bea?
Weren't they walking back home?
Where was Vivian?
Where was she now?
Why was she laying,
and why couldn't she move?
Her thoughts trailing at this point, Marie strained to lift her arm and wipe her hazy eyes, something was preventing them from moving. She had something over her, a black jacket still around her, Vivian's. She was still wearing it, but where was everyone else? She tried calling out but her voice wouldn't sound, only silence. Did she even move her mouth? Panic starting to set in, the slow realization that something was wrong sinking in further. Marie tried trashing against what was holding her down, her arms seemingly unresponsive. Nothing seemed to be able to move, her eyes the only exception. Swiveling in her skull, trying to make out anything. Something that might help her.
Slowly as the darkness around her lessened she started to notice the objects around her. Strange tools, books with various runes and symbols written on them were lain across the desk joining the lamp. The drips echoing in the room pounded her ears in the emptiness they broke, she tried calling out again, "Bea? Vivian? Anyone? Whats going on? Can Anyone Help me?!" is what she wanted to say, but nothing, her voice mute. She wanted to scream it, but silence came out, her mouth resisting her commands. That's when she heard it, steps coming closer. Clicking on tile floors drawing closer to the table on which she lay. She couldn't make out the figure in the darkness, or from the angle in which she lay. Her head unable to assist her gaze, she could only wait for the figure to get closer. Her heart wanting to pound out of her chest, escape from its current confines. "Ah, I see you have finally woken up," she recognized that voice, "perfect timing as we were just about to begin." Vivian's voice calm, cool, detached. Marie was confused, what was going on, why was Vivian there, Begin what? So many things didn't make sense in her mind. She tried calling to Vivian, but still no words could be formed.
The footsteps stopping within arms reach, Marie couldn't make out any details, only a shadowy figure looming above her head, just gold colored eyes glowing in the darkness. The desk lamp awoke abruptly and blasted her vision in white, washing away everything within view. "Sorry about the light, but i do need to see what i'm doing. Don't want to mess up and loose all this progress." Vivian voice just above her now, behind the light. Marie's eyes widened as everything came back into focus. "Unfortunately I won't be able hear anything you say just yet, the runes inside the jacket paralyze and silence you," Vivian talking casually, unaffected by the scene, "I have tried tweaking them so you could talk as well. Conversation is so much more enjoyable when it isn't one sided, but i guess we will have to wait till after its all finished."
Marie watched as Vivian walked around the desk grabbing some of the various things lain across. She looked methodical as she grabbed each object, carefully laying things back down. Vivian began drawing something, and placed a large jar in the center. She worked quietly and swiftly around Marie, setting things up. What was she doing? Why was she here? Why did Vivian need her? "This will be over in a short bit, just have to get it all set properly. Everything must be precise after all." Vivian continuing a conversation Marie clearly couldn't be a part of. Maybe this was just some prank, Bea clearly would be behind this. Looking around to see if she could make out anything overly obvious like a camera, but couldn't. She didn't recognize anything about this room, "You know, this week had been pretty stressful to say the least. Going out was actually pretty enjoyable, I might have to do it again sometime. And you, dear. Bea had no idea how good of a kisser you really were. Shame for her." Her tone softened, "It really was unfortunate she never saw how special you really were, how great you could truly be. But no matter, that is her loss now isn't it."
Marie's head was spinning, where was Bea? Where was she? Why couldn't she wake up from this nightmare before her? She would continue to strain against the jacket, with zero success. Vivian finishing up her preparations on the desk, filling the jar with different colored liquids and waving her wand above it. The drawing underneath the jar began to glow blue, lighting up the glass vessel making the jar glow a iridescent green. "Seems the runes are all activated properly, all that's left is you." Vivian would stare Marie dead in the eyes, her gaze piercing into her very soul. It was almost as if she wasn't even looking at Marie, but through her. Vivian soon began walking around the table once more, stopping above where her head lay. "You won't feel a thing," pausing, "Well, physically at least." She would add. Vivian would wave a wand above her face and everything would go fuzzy, she could vaguely hear Vivian mutter some words. It didn't seem recognizable to Marie, More chanting and incantations.
Vivian stared down at Marie, sticking out her index in a pointing manner. Marie couldn't see if she was holding anything, but before she knew it Vivian would touch it to her temples and begin sliding it across her forehead. After that the world would go black.
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