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Death
Aug 3, 2008 22:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 3, 2008 22:14:32 GMT -5
On the way back, he could recall the flames behind the body of his teacher, blooming and fading in the misty morning of gray skies. Cecil, unknowingly, had tears go down his face as he rested in the arms of Zet on the way to the infirmary. "I'm sorry," he said with a swallow, "that I wasn't able to hold my emotions back like you said- I should have tried harder....for everything....." Cecil's voice was scratchy, and it seemed like breathing was torture for him. The young man's eyes closed again, the light too bright for him to reopen them let alone see Rell. "It's like I didn't learn a thing since I got here...."
Crae was not there, yet, at least. He was too scared to see Cecil- but when they said he was stable and alright, he then left knowing his friends kid brother was alright. He had his own things to sort out now, the truth hitting him too. Hard. 'Tell Cecil...that I'll be back to see him soon, please. There's many things I have to handle now that this is over....and not as much time as I hoped....' he asked Zet before leaving. He wished he hadn't left.
Jen, possibly one of the greatest young necromancers of her day; spilt her own blood on her own terms not long after seeing Cecil be placed in his teacher's arms. She now is being giving her judgement too....remembering the words one of her own had said in the past. 'A necromancer should only be surrounded by the dead.'
Cecil felt that his eyes, as blurry as they still were, could see a bit better than before as something behind Zet shaded his eyes. His head rolled back to where he could find his teacher's body and did his best not to move any more then just his head; but the boy's arm hurt so much- and he lifted in the air only a centimeter, no more then a second before it dropped to the mattress. "I failed you."
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 15:32:04 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 4, 2008 15:32:04 GMT -5
Zet shook his head, his mouth a hard frown, though that was more for himself than for Cecil. "I should not have expected you to be someone other than yourself. That was my folly. Cecil, you have won by your own rules while being trapped in their game, but you've freed yourself from all of it," he said. And then, because Cecil had truly earned it. "I'm proud of you."
"Luck is so fickle," said the voice by the window, with a melodramatic sigh. "They've always told me it was a toss of fate, but I'm beginning to believe it favors the incompetent. Even fortune is tainted by pity in this world? Ha!" He made a small sound of disgust.
"Hey Cecil! Are you on a sadness trip already?!" Gerro said, thrusting the window open and climbing in. Rell tilted himself to the side with a less than enthused expression to avoid the swinging shutter. "Congratulations, my clever friend and student, for your victory!" The sprite turned around and dragged Cheshire up into the room as well. The elf seemed a little dazed, and there were several bandages wrapped around his head. When he saw Cecil in his condition however, his eyes immediately sought the ground and his face reddened.
Gerro ran over to the bed and put a box of heart chocolates on Cecil's pillow with a big smile. "So how is our hero feeling? Calm? Assured about a brilliant future? Amazed?" "Or angsty, moody, and doubting?" he added out of the corner of his mouth with a shrug. "Hm?"
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 16:09:30 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 4, 2008 16:09:30 GMT -5
Cecil, looking at Zet and at the sound of his words; something inside him lept into the air and right out of his chest- or so it seemed. "I didn't want to let you down." he told Zet before suddenly, there was a party of people in the room. He almost looked like he was trying to smile. And, it was all so nice until Rell spoke; go figure. He didn't respond to Rell either, it wasn't worth the pain he felt right now. But after not seeing Gerro for such a long time- hearing the man's voice was some fresh air to his clouded mind. The young man's voice was still raspy as heck, but that would die down some as he recovered. "I'm not a hero, Gerro, I'm a kid." his eyes cleared up a little more for anything relatively close to his body. Cheshire was too far from him to make him out. "But I feel fine, thanks." The teen's face was whiter then the last time Gerro saw him, tanned and a bit burnt from the sun when he went to have a week with his Aunt.
"Don't get him too excited now, everyone. Cecil will need his rest if he wants to get a sucessful recovery," a nurse said popping in the doorway. "There's only one person allowed to stay in the rooms after six. So, I'll let you all decide amongst yourselves on who; and perhaps with this particular case, it would be better if it were someone who is closest to him." She then left the doorway and moved on to whatever it was she was needed for.
Cecil felt tired, and he appreciated everyone who came (though why Rell shows up when he doesn't care is beyond common knowledge and comprehension.) and what they did, but his heart had shattered in so many places and he felt numb to everything. He saw what he had to live for in front of him, but what happens when it's time to leave the academy? Then what does he live for?
He wanted Zet to stay, but Cecil realized if he left, he couldn't blame him- he was a teacher- he had classes to do. He'd see Gerro when he came back to the dorms, but- would he still be in his little trap door? Cheshire was never there really, and Rell was Rell. He wouldn't want Rell there.
.....Three minutes til six pm.....
The young man's body caved, weak and without any energy, causing him to fall back asleep as much as he didn't want to. You could still see that little boy as he slept silently; the fear of cold rejection stirring inside along with the other still bolded horrors. The little boy who was casted aside to die alone, die in shame, in guilt, and left for dead. He was the little boy who knew both sides to the world in many ways, the one who conquered his greatest fear and proved to the ones who disowned him that he was not trash.....he was a valuable treasure; whether they wanted to admit it or not. ....But still, he had nothing. Maname passed away the morning of the battle for unexplained reasons, and the cause is still to be determined. He truly was an orphan. No one who cared for him was alive. Cecil was the little boy, who was put into a cruel world at an early age; and could not recall what real love felt like. It was long ago he felt it in his mother's arms, but there was no mother. He no longer understood what it meant to have someone care for you that much, nor could he tell the signs of that distinct emotion since that stormy night filled with neglect and hateful eyes. He pushed past it best he could, but the boy he had rights to be was no longer there, nor was the privlidge. His mind, his body, his heart.....they were lost.
He needed a guardian.
Later that night, while the moon was out and the room was dark, Cecil couldn't keep still, tears slipped down his face and pain fanned all through his body. Cecil could feel his one arm was put into a hard plastic brace of some kind and a headache began to pulse through, which his face drew back it's relaxed form for tight eyes and a pain twisted expression. "Agh..." he said through clenched teeth, trying to hold back what he felt; a closed fist made beneath the covers of his bed and a set of toes that curled as far as they could to the bottom of his feet. Breathing, moving, even laying there hurt like a game of torture by two men with stakes six feet long that just never stop stabbing you! He refused to move the rest of his body besides what he already had. Cecil's lungs felt on fire, his heart felt like it was in his ears and his head felt like it was going to explode any second now. The boy's body couldn't stand keeping itself so still, and his knees pulled themselves to his stomach as he rolled over on his side. Both of his hands dug beneath his black spikes and into his skin as the pain only intensified, his moving didn't help either. "GOD! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST KILL ME!" he screamed in his thoughts. "I DON'T WANT THIS ANYMORE!"
His consequences. His pain. His......
HIS future, HIS life……..his family.
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 18:29:22 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 4, 2008 18:29:22 GMT -5
Zet stayed awhile, to comfort Cecil and help him recover, but eventually classes drew him away. "You did not," he had replied to the boy's response. "I do not think you could." He put a reassuring hand softly on Cecil's shoulder and inclined his head.
"Sleep, Cecil, and become well." But Zet never said much anyway. The love he felt for Cecil as a friend and a kind of father was strong, but it was muted and buried under disabilities and his very nature in itself. Expressing such a thing would be difficult for him, no matter how strong, but one could sense that he meant it, and would be devastated if Cecil did not.
But the moonlight was Cecil's only companion later that night, that an a voice. Very quiet, very serious.
"Do you really wish to die?"
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 19:00:33 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 4, 2008 19:00:33 GMT -5
Cecil's eyes opened for an instant, his pain growing unbareable. His black spikes swished and swayed as his body curled up in pain. The boy didn't answer, it hurt, too much for him to try. Suddenly, the pain from the headache disappeared; the rest remained. It hurt, but if this was what he had to put up with forever- perhaps he did want to die.
No! What was he thinking? He can't- he can't!
"Keep out of my head." he said in a hoarse voice.
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 19:08:40 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 4, 2008 19:08:40 GMT -5
"Sorry," it said apologetically, and red eyes flashed in the light. "I can't help it, any more than I can hearing Cheshire's thoughts, or feeling anyone else's wish. That's what you were feeling a minute ago, and it's still pulsing in you like a heartbeat. And it's strong, so it makes me want to grant it. I'm not much on euthanasia, though. I believe that nothing's worth checking out early, not when every person has a purpose. Especially not you, Cecil, when your body will heal and your mind will adapt, and you'll be ready to face the world again."
There was a small chuckle, though it seemed a little forced. "Talking to you, this might take a while. Don't be a stubborn ass with me, okay? My nerves were seriously jangled, today. Half dead again. If they painted a portrait of you, for the future to remember, it would probably be you in a hospital bed."
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 19:16:41 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 4, 2008 19:16:41 GMT -5
Though he settled down, the voice kept him awake that night. His adrenaline rushed nerves settled down and his heart beat as well. His fingers could feel the sheets beneath his body, as much as he did the ones on top as he was still again. Wanted to talk, but didn't- his throat started to hurt too much between that and his lungs. He scarffed it down anyways, and got out the words "Why are you here?"
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 20:18:49 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 4, 2008 20:18:49 GMT -5
"Why else? I've been stalking you for about two years now, and if I wasn't there it was Cheshire, or even Kerret. I know you're not in danger anymore, but old habits die hard. Besides, the ladies were really digging the distance. Having other things to do really added to my 'unavailable' charm," Gerro responded with smile. "But man, doesn't this place supply painkillers? You're as tightwound as a lutestring."
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 20:24:41 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 4, 2008 20:24:41 GMT -5
"Gerro?" Cecil voice strained. He couldn't recognize it at first between his pain and the fact that Gerro was far to serious then he could have ever pulled off in front of him. Still, this was embarrassing and painful. The young man rubbed his eyes and looked at Gerro, his eyes were completely fine and sharp again.
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 20:45:55 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 4, 2008 20:45:55 GMT -5
"And Cheshire, but he's out," the sprite corrected, gesturing to the sleeping elf. "Rell said he found him unconscious in some forest and gave him to me with half of his brains bleeding out. You know, because I'm sure he had nothing to do with that." The sprite grimaced. "But yeah, you and Kitten should hold a 'generally incapacitated' competition sometimes. You'd blow away all competition."
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 20:50:17 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 4, 2008 20:50:17 GMT -5
"Come here...." Cecil said, his voice still really messed up. He didn't move his body, but he saw the elf and lowered his voice best he could and looked over to Gerro. Cecil's mind spun and his heart was still in his ears, but he tried to ignore it and try to sleep again; his limbs ached to no end....and he knew it would better itself as time goes by....but how long?
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 20:57:18 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 4, 2008 20:57:18 GMT -5
Eyes sparkling in the dim light, Gerro walked over with a pleasant smile. "Anything I can do, partner?"
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 20:59:54 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 4, 2008 20:59:54 GMT -5
"I just wanted to say thanks, for everything." Cecil said with a hard swallow trying to speak as clear as he can. "You may be a sick, perverted teacher......but you're a real good friend." Starts to feel sleepy and his eyes start to slowly droop shut.
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 21:11:16 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 4, 2008 21:11:16 GMT -5
"Aw, that's sweet," Gerro said, feeling a genuine happiness at the words. "I can grant another wish, for that." Power drained out of him. "You won't feel pain for about twenty four hours. Or much else, really. But that's better for the healing, anyway, and it should curb your climbing on the roof and get-away-from-the-healers urges." He grinned widely. "You can thank me later! Goodnight!"
Hoisting up Cheshire and making sure his Kitten wasn't bleeding through the bandages--he always did heal extraordinarily quick-- the sprite exited through the window whence he came.
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Death
Aug 4, 2008 21:17:00 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 4, 2008 21:17:00 GMT -5
The next couple of weeks were hard for Cecil, but as his time in the infirmary started to dwindle; they gave the young man a crutch to walk with until he could fully balance all his weight evenly. He's come a long way since the big battle almost two months ago, and although he has some occassional headaches- the boy seems to be doing well.
Step, limp, step, limp, step, limp. He moves his legs just fine, though his body temperature still is unusually icy cold and he doesn't seem as energetic as he used to be. He makes his way to a surprise visit to Zet's room, not having seen him in a while because he has classes in the day and the nighttime hours. A nuse accompany's him most of the time, and this was no exception. Cecil knocked on his teacher's door that weekend another three weeks before they predicted he would be able to go and do things just fine again. Cecil was a little nervous since he hadn't seen Zet besides two other times he found time between a class to check up on him for a few minutes. He waited for a 'come in' or a full minute before opening the door. He usually just ended up opening it most the time during school days. What would Zet think with Cecil handling a crutch as he walked? It gave him a twist in his stomach.
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