Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

Marked

The musty, stagnant air clung to the dimly lit hallway, enveloping it in a heavy, oppressive atmosphere. The professor's feeble groan pierced the silence, his face contorted in pain. Beads of sweat glistened on his furrowed brow, reflecting the dim light that filtered through the narrow windows. Red carefully eased his head onto the threadbare blanket, the rough fabric scratching against his rough, unshaven cheek.

Sam knelt beside the injured man, his brow furrowed with deep concern. His weathered, calloused fingers gingerly probed the ragged gunshot wound, causing the professor to wince and emit a sharp intake of breath. The metallic tang of blood mingled with the sharp antiseptic scent, assaulting Sam's nostrils as he worked. "I'm just relieved we found you," he murmured, his gravelly voice laced with a palpable sense of relief.

Militia's words sent a shiver down Kevin's spine, the chilling implications seeping into his consciousness like an icy current. Her eyes darted nervously around the dimly lit corridor, the flickering fluorescent lights casting unsettling shadows across her face. "The professor got mixed up with some dangerous individuals," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hushed tones. "And your brother, Karlih... he ordered a hit on him."

Kevin's stomach churned, his head spinning as he grappled with the gravity of the situation. Sam's brow furrowed in focused concentration, his rough hands deftly tending to the professor's wounds. "You guys need to get out of here," Militia urged, her urgency punctuated by the clatter of her medical kit. "We suspect we're being followed. It's not safe."

The tension in the hallway thickened, the air itself seeming to constrict under the weight of Karlih's nefarious schemes. Kevin felt the enormity of the situation bearing down on him, the guilt of his past actions now potentially leading to dire consequences.

"We have to reach the school bus and escape before they track us down," Sam declared, his gaze locking with Kevin's. The younger man's throat tightened, a surge of determination coursing through his veins. This was his chance for redemption, an opportunity to make amends and choose the right path.

The air was thick with tension as Kevin and Sam raced through the bustling hallways of the academy. The sound of hurried footsteps and muffled chatter created a cacophony that set Kevin's nerves on edge. His eyes darted around furtively, taking in the sight of students gathered in clusters, some locked in intimate embraces near the lockers. Kevin could feel the heat of jealousy rise in his chest, but he forced himself to push on, following Sam's lead.

As they descended the stairs towards the music room, Kevin's heart pounded in his ears. Something felt off - this wasn't the route they had originally taken, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was a trap. The glares from the burly jocks and the catty glares of the clique of girls only heightened his sense of unease.

Bursting through the exit doors, Sam led the way, darting through the maze of corridors. Kevin's lungs burned as he pushed himself to keep up, his muscles aching with the strain. The pungent scent of cleaning supplies and chalk dust assaulted his senses, but he refused to slow down.

Suddenly, a figure clad in green hair stepped into their path, her face an impassive mask. Kevin's throat tightened as he recognized the girl - an infamous school assassin, known for her lethal skill. He could feel the sweat beading on his brow as she advanced, her movements fluid and predatory.

With a sudden burst of speed, she launched herself at Sam, her leg lashing out in a powerful kick that sent him crashing against the lockers. Kevin watched in horror as the girl wrapped her hands around Sam's neck, choking the life from him. Panic flooded his veins - he had no special powers, no way to defeat this formidable foe.

"Hey, leave him alone!" Kevin cried, his voice cracking with desperation. He launched himself forward, desperately trying to pry the girl's hands from Sam's throat. But his attempts were futile, and he could feel his own strength waning.

"Ehehehe, go to sleep, you weak boy," the girl taunted, her grip tightening. Sam vision began to blur, his lungs burning as he struggled to breathe. With a final surge of adrenaline, he lashed out, his fist connecting with the girl's chest. The impact forced her back, and Kevin seized the opportunity to make a break for the exit, the sound of the school bus horn blaring in the distance.