Cyr sighed, shaking his head. His hair was rugged, his eyes still soaked from tears he had cried over the tutor's loss. It was still hard to fathom that his blood was on his hands, but it was. He made an effort to smile, but it seemed half-hearted. His voice was low and rough, yet full of emotion.
"No, Niola. I'm not." He said wearily. "To be honest, is anyone? We're all in deep shit here. And... I don't want to talk about it... It was one of the telepathic masters, he was..."
Cyr looked to the side, hurt in his eyes was evident as he tried to help Niola up, grunting lightly as he did. His tall, slender figure nearly dwarfing Niola. He smiled again, his eyes warm - but sorrowfull.
Suddenly, a vision rushed to his mind. This wasn't like the others, no. It was from when he formed the one. He cursed lightly, he spent too much time connected to their councioussness. The images flew through his mind like a storm.
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"N-no! Don'-" A pleading voice said, it's sound crueley cut off by the swipe of a blade, the gurgling of blood ensued as blood sprayed across the wall. The body of the child fell limp on the wall as death took it.
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Running, got to keep, got to- Tought a young student as he ran through the grass. Angry shouts, and sounds of people flipping into a beserk rage behind him. He leapt forward, suddenly pain seared through his body. Blood spurted from his chest as a spike of ice rammed through his torso.
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"What do you want...?!" Asked a old man, innocence in his eyes, pleading with a hooded figure. His eyes were tearfull and full of sorrow, his speech coming out in long, sorrowfull sobs. A body was in the corner, a child... A small girl, her throat was cut... There was blood everywhere.
Her skin was pale, her eyes closed.
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A hooded figure running westward flared into his mind, a desperate student within a window growled as he saw him running. He leapt from the window, recognizing him as the leader - only for the hooded man to turn around, a lance of ice ramming through his chest - before the boy burst into flames. His blood-filled screams resonating throughout the night sky.
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Cyr's eyes widened as he dropped to his knees, shaking. He looked at his hands, he had... He... Those felt... Real? No- they couldn't be, they were visions. They were... The images of the blood-coated walls of the academy flashed to his mind, and he let out a scream of anger before he got a grip on sanity. Breathing deeply.
"God, ****ing. Damnit..." Cyr muttered under his breath. Before looking up at Niola. "The leader - he's... He's heading... Westward."
(( Just thinking the enemy should be able to master all elements - :P It'd make it more of a threat, say if you disagree, though. Oh, and the visions - when Cyr merged with the consciousness of the dead around him to form the one, he retained some of their memories aswell. ))
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