The Branded

There was a deadly moment of silence which filled the hallway. Cracking my neck to the side, I relieved the tension in my body. I’m going to enjoy this. Griping both hands into fists, I broke away from the grip of the hands holding my arms. Throwing my arms out, I slammed my fists back into their chests. They both stumbled back, giving me space to move. Logan and two others at his sides distanced themselves from me. I straightened my posture as if Logan’s attack did not affect me.

I launched myself forward at the guy on my right. Grabbing him by the collar, I pulled back my bandaged arm and punched him. He collapsed in an instant and fell unconscious. Turning to my left side, I kicked my foot into the other which sent him falling on his face. The two others who were at Logan’s side didn’t spare a moment to become next and sprinted off.

“W-who are you…?” Logan said with fear trembling on the ends of his voice. Using this opportunity, I leaped up, spun my body and launched a kick into his head. He was thrown off the ground and tumbled roughly away.

“I’m someone you shouldn’t have messed with,” I stared down at him. Revolving my position, I walked back to Celeste and Karin who stood with their eyes widened and jaw slightly dropped. I began to adjust my white and black outlined blazer over my shoulders. Luckily I didn’t get any blood on it. It would’ve been a hassle to get rid of the stains.

“E-Evangeline, d-did you just…” Karin trailed off, too shocked to finish her sentence. Without another word she continued to stare up at me in disbelief. At my side I began to fix up the bandage around my arm. The adrenalin effects were wearing off now that my emotional levels have calmed down. I was always aware of this ability of mine. But the way I came to become like this was another story.

“Here,” Celeste said as she took out her handkerchief. Handing it to me, I held it in my hand. I smiled at her pleasant gesture and began to wipe off the blood from my mouth. “You know, you look so much better with a smile,” She pointed out as I paused and looked away from her. “It takes more muscles to frown than it is to smile.” She said in a cheerful tone.

“H-hey, what should we do about those guys…?” Karin said while staring down at the unconscious boys on the floor. I always hated cleaning up. Sighing, I walked down to Logan while Celeste and Kain went to aid the two. We couldn’t simply leave them like this. Logan was also the son of the principal so of course I had to bring him back to his senses.

Bending down, I lightly slapped his cheek. He furrowed his brows and started to wake up. His light brown hair fell over his brown eyes that bulged upon looking up at my face. Before he could freak out, I had to calm him down, “I’m not going to hurt you, so just stay still.” I grumbled, “It’s over already.”

Helping back to his feet, I pulled his arm over my shoulder, “Why are you doing this…?” He questioned in confusion, “After what I did to you…how can you consider helping me…?” I would ask myself the same thing. If I knew the right answer, I would reply right away. But because I didn’t all I could say was something that came to mind.

“If I wanted to make enemies, I wouldn’t be doing my job properly,” I grinned, thinking of what Celeste had said. The look on his face explained the complexity of my words. Of course he wouldn’t understand, what I said was something between Celeste and me.

Celeste, Karin and I helped the three guys I had knocked out to the infirmary. Logan and his two friends said they wouldn’t say what happened to anyone. Although, he said he couldn’t say the same for the two who escaped. It might already be too late to find them. Logan said he would try and find them and explain the understanding we have come to. The enemy I made in the morning turned out to become my ally in the end. Is this how friends are made?

Returning to class, I realized I had wasted fifteen minutes. After we left the infirmary Celeste guided us to the library so we could borrow Macbeth. That was the reason why Karin and I left the class in the first place. Ms. Dupree, my English Teacher, wasn’t so impressed that we had come back so late. “Sorry, we got…lost,” Karin explained. Well that was the first part of what happened.

“Well, I hope you identify yourself with the school,” Ms Dupree continued in her flamboyant tone, “I wouldn’t want you getting lost every time you must leave the classroom for something.” She said and turned to the white board.