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Cyr was taking deep, long breaths as he slumped into one of the chairs in the small room he had entered. This was maddening - why was half the school turning so... insane? Malicous? Sureley it couldn't be because of...

No, this was worse, much worse.

He calmly exited the room, peering around, the sounds of battle were still raging, he moved to the reception desk - and seemed slightly startled by what he saw. There were dashes of crimson blood, ice, scorches of fire, water... Everywhere around one of the booths, he blinked as he saw the wind-user he had taken into the hospital before, and frowned. She seemed to've fended off a group, most of them with limbs broken, some of them seemed cold. Dead. Though, there was still a youth with long, flowing blue hair, his hands nearly turned into blades by the ice as he neared the unconscious body of the girl.

"You *****!" He screamed, screaming manically, raising his hands above his head and threataning to bring the ice-blades down on the girl. "You'll..." The youth coughed up blood, seeming weakened. "Pay for that."

Cyr instantly leapt forward, his hand, which seemed to have electricity flowing around it, smashed into the youth's chest, which sent him hurtling back into a wall. The long-haired teenager had stopped himself, however. Skidding to a halt.

Cyr smirked, the energy around his fist dissapating. Still got it... he muttered to himself. Narrowly dodging a swipe from the maddened teenager. He held his hand outwards, sending the teen back against the wall with a vice-like telekenetic grip around his throat.

"Explain yourself." Cyr demanded, growling, the teenager suddenly stopped struggling, and Cyr let him drop to the floor, but took a few steps further to him. "I said, explain yourself!"

The youth whimpered, looking upwards with pleading, maddened eyes. "Please... don't make me... say..." He murmered, his eyes widening. "I don't want to die!"

Cyr's face loosened as he saw tears streaming down the teenager's face, "I'm not going to kill you, now explain yourself."

"No! You don't understand! It's no-" The teen started, then there was a sudden, loud click as a black bruise started to spread in the youth's neck, spreading as blood lightly trickled from his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, misting over as his torso slumped backwards against the wall, blood trickling out of his mouth.

Cyr seemed saddened, though he moved his hand to the black bruise now on the dead teenager, and felt around a bit... he blinked as he felt somthing... It was block...like...

He heard more maddened, violent jeers heading towards him as his head flicked up to a massive group of teenagers sprinting at him, wielding powers similar to many of the others at the academy, but they seemed darker, more sinister...

Cyr quickly looked to the child who had fainted from over-use of her powers, then back to the group. He had to stall them, there was no way he could hold them off on his own. He closed his eyes, suddenly the group dropped to their knees, groaning with pain as a painfull, disorienting brain wave passed through them.

Cyr quickly dashed sideways, picking up the girl and slinging her under his arm as he crashed from the window, tumbling downwards with the unconscious girl in his arms. His trenchcoat flowing behind him, he stopped a few feet from the ground and stabled himself before letting himself drop to the floor, grunting and stumbling back lightly, he was outside the school now. He was near a river, the same river that he had re-built just this morning. He leant back against the trees, placing the child next to him and taking in a deep breath, seeing some of the... seemingly sane students above, he recognised a few faces, Ben... The person he had brung to the medical wing with a bloody eye, and another girl who Ben was reffering too as Tara.

Cyr waved his hand, shouting: "Don't go into the school!" To them, frowning as blood trickled down his nose, that fight had taken quite alot of his strength.

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