The Lioness

Chapter: 7

By the time class finished, Leon had drawn up a faint sketch of what he was going to paint next lesson. A rough drawing of a photo he carried with him at all times.

The short, blonde wavy hair, luminous green eyes..... An exact replica of his own.

At some point during the class a quiet gasp sounded from next to him but Leon was so engrossed in his drawing that he didn't take any notice of it.

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The new kid, Leon, was a fantastic artist. It was what he was actually drawing that had made her gasp in shock.

The style of the hair, the shape of her face the girl he was drawings features were exactly like- She hissed and clutched her hands to her head as a giant headache suddenly took over.

Black dots swarmed in front of her eyes, obscouring her vision. Her body began to sway as her hands and feet started tingling. She forced the black dots out of her vision and ran down the corridoor, knocking some poor kid to the ground. Ignoring his shouts of anger, Leona didn't break her pace as she burst through the locked back doors of the school and headed into the forest.

She made it as far as the middle of the oval before the black dots and tingling numbness over took her body and she fell to the ground. She was expecting the inability to move a muscle other than to breathe but what she wasn't expecting was the excruciating pain that tore through her body like wild fire.

Though Leona could neither see nor feel it, the intense pain caused her back to arch and her limbs to jerk about. She had no idea wether she had actually been lit on fire or not, she didn't know that her body was moving as if it were being electrocuted, she didn't know that an ear peircing scream had escaped her lips. All she knew was that she was in pain and she couldn't do a damn thing about it other than lay there and endure it.

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Leon was casually walking down the hallway, his mind in the past when a familiar blonde came half stumbling, half sprinting in his direction. She didn't seen to be paying attention to her surroundings as her body slammed into his, almost knocking him over, something that was quite hard to do. The girl didn't even falter for a second and just kept on going at a stumbling sprint.

Wow, Leon thought as he rubbed his now sore shoulder, that girl has some serious strength. I wonder- his thought process was cut off by the sound a huge bang.

He ran in the direction the noise had come from, the same direction that the girl had run. An unfamiliar pang of worry shot through his system as he came across the double doors that led to the back of the school. They were wide open with a couple of dents in them and what looked to be the handles scattered on the ground along with the broken padlock.

Leon looked up just in time to see a figure running across the middle of the oval colapse in a heap. They were still for a moment until their body started to twitch and her back arched. A scream echoed suddenly across the field but not just any scream, a blood-curdling shreik of excruciating agony.

Leon stood there dumbly for a moment, shocked at what he just saw. Mentally slapping himself, he broke into a flat out sprint to where the figure lay.

She was on her back, her limbs thrashing about and the peircing screams still escaping her lips. He dropped to his knees beside her and, acting on a complete whim, drew her on to his lap. Her upper body draped over his left arm, her back still arched and her head somewhat resting on his shoulder.

After a few seconds, her screams began to subside and her almost violent thrashing reduced until she was almost completely still. The occasional twich here and there. The girl he now recognized as Leona from art class, seemed to snuggle into his body, her face buried in his neck and her warm breath fanning over his skin. Her fingers clutched at his shirt tightly. He stroked the blonde strands of hair out of her face and tucked them behind her ear, his thumb gliding across the smooth skin of her cheek.

He was amazed with himself. Usually the touch of another person made him cringe away as if they had burnt him. But with Leona, he suddenly realised that this girl had touched his hand and his shoulder when she'd almost knocked him over earlier and he hadn't minded one bit.

"What are you doing to me Leona?" Leon murmured. He brushed his fingers over her face gently once again, reveling in the feel of skin on skin contact.

He sat there just holding her for a while. Enjoying the touch of another person. It was strange but he would deal with it, it had been so long.

It was then that Leona whispered the words that would change his life forever.

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It means no worries for the rest of your days!.....

It's a problem free...

Philosophy....

Hakuna Matata..

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