Legend of the Eleventh Slayer

Chapter Seventeen

It was hard to remember what had happened after he had lost control, as most of his memories were blurry and distorted beyond recognition, but he did know that the person who had stopped him was not normal. Well, of course he knew they weren't normal, considering they had defeated him with a single word and all, but that wasn't what he meant. No, this woman, or being, or whatever the hell she was, had seemed so strange and yet so very familiar. Like he had met her before, yet at the same time he had no memory of it.

It was the strangest thing and Jason couldn't put his finger on it. He did know one thing for sure though: this person was very important. He didn't know how he knew this, he just did. It felt like that just by seeing her something had happened inside of Jason; like something about him had changed. He had no idea what that might have been, but it was profound and he felt that it was something good. Like it was something that had been missing for a long time.

Sighing, Jason tore his eyes away from Amelia's back and looked back out the window as the students continued to quietly take their test. Things had gotten so confusing lately and he wished he could talk to someone about everything that was bothering him, but it was impossible. Sure, he could talk to Amelia about almost everything related to this strange new world he found himself unable to escape, but for some reason this latest incident just wasn't part of that. He didn't feel comfortable even bringing it up with her and he would do everything he could to hide it. He just didn't know why.

Having been zoned out the entire time, Jason didn't realize just how much time had passed until their teacher finally stood up from his desk. He cleared his throat and then asked that all students bring their tests up to him, and that once they were done with that they were free to leave. The collective sigh of relief that ran through the classroom was lost on Jason, and he barely paid any attention to anyone as they got up with happy smiles on their faces and handed their final test in. As they began to file out and their voices grew in intensity due to excitement, Jason continued to sit in his chair and stare out the window; with no intention of getting up. This might very well be the last time he was ever in school and strangely enough he wanted to stay a little longer.

“Mr. Mitchell!” his teacher suddenly called out when the last student—not including Amelia—had left. Stealing his eyes away from the window now, Jason found the middle aged man with salt and pepper hair and thick glasses walking towards him. “Did you not hear me? It's time to hand in your test.”

Jason didn't reply to the mans request and simply watched him as he came and stood next to his desk. Looking down, the teacher's eyes bulged slightly by what he found on Jason's paper and he looked to him with a serious look on his face. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was not happy, but Jason really didn't care right now. Normally he would have laughed it off or begged for more time, but right now none of this mattered. So what if he failed.

“Why haven't you written anything down? You didn't even put your name on it!”

“I didn't feel like it,” Jason answered for the first time, his voice sounding more lazy than he would have thought. Now Amelia had come towards them and even she looked a little concerned, but Jason knew it was for a totally different reason. Right now she wasn't looking at her boyfriend who had just purposefully failed a test; no, instead she was looking at her only hope of survival who seemed to not care about anything.