Down, but not Out

[Alex]

Alex made his way to the nurse's office, Matrim unconscious on his back. The fight between them hadn't hurt Matrim much physically, except for the burn on his hand, but Alex didn't know how much smoke Matrim had breathe in when he was inside the flame pillar. " You better get well, I got questions for you." he muttered, as he entered into the Tower.

The fight between them had been very close, Alex had only won because Matrim didn't step out of the flame pillar when his oxygen had begun to run out. " Nurse's office...it's the first floor isn't it?" Alex thought, stopping and pausing to think, then he was sure as he headed towards it. He walked down the hallway and reached the door leading to the infirmary.

With his hands currently unavailable, Alex had no choice but to use his foot to kick the door open. The door opened with a loud bang, sure to attract the attention of the nurse, and Alex walked in. Using his foot to close the door behind him, he called out, " Anybody here? I got an, err...patient?" He looked around, Matrim was not light, but he kept his grip on the guy, he refused to drop an unconscious guy on the ground like a sack of potatoes.

He spotted a bed nearby, and walking over to it, placed Matrim down gently on it. He lifted Matrim's legs up and moved them so that he would be lying down. Straightening up, Alex looked behind him when he heard footsteps.

[Matrim]

Matrim was out. Completely. He was stuck in a dream, one that he couldn't wake up from for a bit. He was definitely a bit damaged from his earlier mistake, but in his head he was having the time of his life....
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ooc: a dream Matrim's having.

"Wow, you're more like him then I could have ever imagined. You even see dead family members in your unconcious state." Luke said, standing up in front of Matrim. They were in there mansion of a house. The family lived in the UK, where his grandfather had lived, and his dad after that.

"What do you know?" Matrim said, talking back to his father as he always did.

"I know a lot of things. Like how much of an idiot you are for standing in that pillar of flame."

"Shut it old man. I don't want to hear your crap. I can handle myself, a lot better then you can."

"You never took dancing lessons from me Matt, trust me when I say you couldn't possibly know what I'm capable of. But that isn't the point, you're forgetting some stuff I taught you. You need to remember it. This is me telling you to remember one of my lessons." Luke's image was suddenly in Seattle, the place Matrim saw him play when the Doctor took them back.

"What lesson is that? I seem to remember you talking a lot."

"And to think I was once mute for a few days." Luke said, Matrim ignored it as his father continued right after saying that, "Look. Fact is, there are some people at that school you need to be careful of."

"Yeah, Micha got it, I'm not going to her classes, I'm avoiding her, I should be fine."

"That may not be enough. Just.... don't fall for her tricks."

Matrim didn't know it at that point, but he was helpless against someone of that magnitude of Qi, "I'm fine, my armor will protect me. I got some new tricks old man!"

"And you don't know how to use them. Like I said, you should have left the pillar. Ask Matrim to teach you. Ask him about Micha. If he ends up adopting you, protect him. Protect that entire family with your life. I owe it to him, ok? Protect him."

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Of course, it was only a dream. And it wasn't really Luke's soul giving a message to his son from beyond the grave. In reality Matrim remembered his dad telling him about how Matrim Aldon protected his father, even so much as being somewhat of a body guard for him. Matrim was now, as he was before, unconcious on a bed where Alex had laid him down, waiting on the school nurse to help him.

[kassune]

That day, Emma Aldron, the school nurse, had other duties to attend to, and had asked Micha to take her place for the day. The nurse's outfit she'd given Micha had been a bit small, but a quick bit of needlework had remedied that problem. It clung tightly to her flesh, and only by virtue of two open buttons at Athe top of the blouse did it handle her bust, but it did the job.

She'd just handled a patient who'd fallen down some stairs and badly scrapped his knee and was busy returning things to their places when she heard the door burst open. Quickly closing the storage closet, she hurried in the direction of the entryway. On a bed lay an unfamiliar boy of blue hair, and standing over him, Alex. At the sound of her footsteps in the hospital slippers, he turned to look in her direction.

"Surprised to see me?" She inquired, flashing him a teasing smirk as she went to work. Feeling his forhead, she checked his temperature. Following that, one hand checked his pulse while the other withdrew a stethoscope from a drawer. After plugging it in, she slid the scope across his chest, listening to him struggling to breath with smoke filled lungs.

"He's suffering from severe smoke inhalation and Oxygen deprivation, its a good thing you brought him in as quickly as you did." She told Alex reassuringly, not asking the questions many would expect a nurse to ask. Without a significant burn on his body this seemed to be the work of a qi fight, but obviously Alex hadn't been trying to hurt him or he wouldn't have brought him there.

Though lacking formal medical training, Michaella's knowledge of healing was vast, quite possibly eclipsing Emma's own. Having been raised in a gypsie family, taught and trained by one of the most skilled gyspie healers of modern times, she had quite the array of skills at her disposal. Turning from her examination, she lay the stethoscope on table and opened the cabinet below.

Bending down to reach the supplies, the already taught skirt stretched even further across her curves. An instant later she emerged, holding a small Oxygen tank in one hand, and a shimmering metalic case of her own special potions and compounds in the other. As she placed them both on the table, the case popped open, revealing rows of small, colored vials. Pulling a match book from its place in the case, she ignited one and dropped it into a blue vial, providing both the spark and sulfer necessary to activate the chemical process.

Immediately after the match submerged, a light blue, odorlous vapor began to quickly rise from the vial. Acting quickly, Michaella hit the foot lever, raising blue-hair's torso up to a 45 degree angle and held the vial to his nose, allowing him to inhale it. For a moment, he inhaled blue puffs, and exhaled blue puffs. It wasn't long, however, until that blue was mingled with black soot, char, and smoke from the boy's lungs. She held the vial as his lungs were slowly cleaned of the toxins they'd taken in. When finally black had completely ceased to come out with the blue, she withdrew the vial from his nose and spat in it to end the process, tossing the vial in the garbage.

Taking the Oxygen tank in her hands, she attached it to the bed, feeding the mask down and laying it carefully over his mouth and nose, securing a good seal to ensure minimal leakage. "Well Alex, I've done what I can. His lungs have been cleaned out of all the soot, and the nearly pure oxygen feed should quickly recharge what his body is lacking. All we can do is wait, and hope he hasn't suffered major brain damage from the lack of Oxygen."

She said, a sad look on her face. It would not be good for the boy to die, he was Alex's friend. Reaching over, she took Alex's hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly. "I'm sure he'll be fine, but if anything changes, just yell for me." She whispered, releasing his hand and turning to walk towards the back room to finish the task of organizing the supplies she'd had to abandon earlier.


OOC: cleaned his lungs, pumping high concentration oxygen into him, leaving him in Alex's hands.

[Matrim]

Matrim got glimpses of what was going on. He didn't recognize the nurse, perhaps it was his mind playing tricks but for a few seconds he thought he saw Micha healing him with something blue. He felt blue in his mind, the color seemed to comfort him. It was the color of his hair, and the color of his breath?

That's it, I'm definitely a little high off of pain killers. I have to be.....

Matrim coughed a few times, and pretty soon realized there was a mask over his face and nose, he was enjoying the pure bliss that is oxygen.

When this is all over, I'm drinking 3 gallons of water...... I am thirsty as hell.

Matrim got up looking over at Alex, somebody held his hand and walked off, he was still a little dazed and couldn't tell who it was. He assumed it was Nurse Emma, the school nurse.

Matrim took the mask off sitting up. He felt better. He felt much better. So much so that he didn't feel the need for medicine. He just wanted a glass of water and to go back to his dorm room to take a nap. Screw the medical stuff.

"Nurse Emma," Matrim said standing up and walking past Alex, "Don't worry bout me Alex, I'm fine, I'll talk to you later though. Nurse Emma I'm heading out, I'm clear to leave I take it?"

Matrim started to turn and walk out.

[Justice]

Slowly walking down the halls a strange man carried a violin, and had a lute on his back. He raised the violin to his chin and started to play a fast and jumpy tune that seemed to have no real set notes that could repeat. He continued fast with the song and moved down the hall towards the infirmary. His pointed ears stuck out from under his hair attracting the attention of passing girls and a few boys.

He had been sent from an undisclosed location on campus to eliminate a threat to someone else. The tune was his Qi power and only a small portion of it. As it went on the scenery altered itself to become pitch black where ever he walked, like an infestation. Behind him floated a 3D version of the jolly roger that had cobwebs in between the bones. Suddenly the violin didn’t sound anything like a violin and instead sounded like many instruments from a rock band.

Entering the Infirmary the door closed and locked behind him. He stopped playing the music and suddenly went to a mid speed high pitched song that also quickly changed but this time it sounded like a full symphony. The area around him seemed to shimmer even though it was almost pure darkness. Suddenly the darkness shuttered and his violin glowed blue. It was only half a second later that he was on a slow and sad tune that sounded like the music played a funeral.

Blood seemed to flow from the violin itself onto a sword that was hidden underneath his forest green traveling cloak. He smiled and grabbed the sword, yanking it from its hilt and tossing it to a near by boy that lay on the bed. His will was carried in the blade and if the boy already had a lust to kill the threat, then it would only be amplified. The power focused into the blade would be more than enough to get the kid going into an attack.

He stared out into the darkness and muttered “The Deed Is Done…”

OOC: sorry.....

[Matrim]

Matrim caught the blade and it spoke to him.

Kill her.... the blade said.

"No.... Emma is nobody to me, I wouldn't kill Emma," Matrim said turning towards the nurse.

That's not Nurse Emma.... thats.... Micha......

The blade was now the voice of his father, talking to him, She betrayed us Matrim. She betrayed me, Samara, and Matrim Aldon. She took advantage of my kindness, and while Matrim got his revenge on her, me and Samara never got ours. Do this for her, do this for me.

"Ok, Dad." Matrim said taking the sword with both hands, he felt stronger, he believed he was stronger and faster then her. And for some reason, he became so when he thought that. The sword felt light, her head seemd to be weighing her down, Matrim wanted to relieve her of that. Perhaps however, he would do to her, what she did to them.

He made it to her fast, running faster then anyone could imagine, he got behind her, his left arm around her neck, his right thrust the sword through her back and into her heart, she bled, and as she did Matrim whispered into her ear, "This is for my father, Luke Gallagher, his ex lover Samara Marino, and for the heart which was broken that day, Matrim Aldon. Rot in hell."

The blade's effect seemed to dim, Matrim had blood on his hands and he felt like he was used, while at the same time he thought it was a dream.

"Nur.... NURSE...... Someone..... " Matrim said, finding himself against a wall where he was huddled up. He wasn't crying, he was laughing. He was closer to his father in those two seconds then he had been in his life. He got up, brushing off any bad feelings, and walked out of the room stepping on her corpse as he did so. Turning around he spat on it, and continued on his way laughing, patting Alex's shoulder he said, "Don't worry about this, I'll explain everything later."

He walked out of the room having felt peace in his heart.

[Justice]

With a slight smirk he looked to the boy who had done the killing and before he could leave said “Good job my boy…” in a voice that imitated the kids father, in fact this personality was originally based on the father. But it was only a little time before he faded out of existence before the kids eyes.

OOC: this is technically a fight, victors are haru and lil mat, transfer exp from haru to lil mat cause he did all the work

[Matrim]

"No problem dad. Anytime." Matrim said coldly, hand covered in blood, face with bits of blood, he grabbed a nearby pair of scrubs which soaked some of the blood on his chest. And there he stood, wearing scrubs with blood on his face, mostly under his nose, and on his chest. A spitting image of his father with the exception of the hair and eye brows.

"Anytime at all." Matrim walked out and headed off to his next class. He looked down at his MAC to see what it was. "P.E. with Artemis Chekov. This will be interesting to say the least. Especially with all this adrenaline."

The person had faded away, he didn't pay attention to the sword since it was still buried in Micha's chest. Whatever they did with the body he didn't care. He had hoped alex would cremate her. After all, how much more trouble could he get into? He already faced two murder 1 charges. What more could one more give him?

Bet you didn't think your son was a cold blooded killer, did you, dad?

[Alex]

As he turned his gaze, the serious look he had on his face was replaced with a shocked look. The nurse was...Micha? "Surprised to see me?" Well of course he was. " Y...you...you're the nurse!?" he blurted out, as he watched her make her way over to Matrim and give him a look over. "He's suffering from severe smoke inhalation and oxygen deprivation, its a good thing you brought him in as quickly as you did." Well yeah, considering the idiot was standing in the flame pillar he made. Micha however, didn't ask any questions as to why Matrim was like that, and maybe he didn't have to explain, there was no need to. He then watched as she started to heal him, taking out a vial with a blue vapour in it, and as Matrim inhaled it, the black smoke that had been in his lungs was exhaled along with the blue vapour. After a few minutes, the black smoke was no longer coming out, meaning that all the smoke had been exhaled.

As she placed Matrim back down gently on the bed, Alex turned to face the door, idiot, if he hadn't stayed in the pillar for so long, none of this would've happened, he would be fine, not lying on an infirmary bed. He then watched as she attached an oxygen mask to Matrim and turning it on, attaching it to the bed. " Well Alex, I've done what I can. His lungs have been cleaned out of all the soot, and the nearly pure oxygen feed should quickly recharge what his body is lacking. All we can do is wait, and hope he hasn't suffered major brain damage from the lack of oxygen." Yeah, that's all he could do, wait and see. Nodding his head in acknowledgment, he turned back to face the door. He looked down at the floor, that had been too damn close.

As he stood there, looking down at the floor, the sound of the bed creaking made him look up and around, and he saw that Matrim was awake and moving. He had gotten off the bed and was about to leave, but not before talking to him. "Nurse Emma, don't worry bout me Alex, I'm fine, I'll talk to you later though. Nurse Emma I'm heading out, I'm clear to leave I take it?" Nurse Emma? Ah, that must be the real nurse, Micha must've just been substituting. Alex gave a quick nod, and was about to follow Matrim out, when the door opened, and a tall man with white hair walked in, playing a tune. Alex just stood there, watching, as a sword emerged from underneath the man's cloak, who then proceeded to toss it to Matrim, who caught it.

Alex stared as Matrim advanced on Micha whose back was turned. He wanted to stop Matrim, but something stopped him, almost like a feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on. In mere moments, Matrim's arm was around Micha's neck, and the sword had been stabbed into Micha, and she was on the floor, bleeding, Matrim standing over her with blood on his hands. Before he killed her, he looked like he had whispered something to her, but Alex couldn't tell what it was. Matrim then stuttered something out, almost like he was dazed and confused, as he sat huddled against the wall. "Nur.... NURSE...... Someone..... " But he wasn't crying, on the contrary, he was...laughing. Alex couldn't believe it, it was unreal. He then stood up, and walked over, patting Alex's shoulder. " Don't worry about this, I'll explain everything later." He'd better damn well explain, Alex wanted the reason behind the killing, nothing more, nothing less. The mysterious man then spoke up, but his voice sounded different. “Good job my boy…” What the hell?

Matrim then answered as he walked out, the blood still very visible on his hands. "No problem dad. Anytime." He then grabbed a pair of scrubs and used it on his chest, which soaked some of the blood. Alex stood there, staring at the ground, his fists clenched up. As soon as he heard Matrim leave, he immediately moved over to Micha, and kneeled down beside her, the sword still in her chest. He wanted to take the sword out, but it was covered in blood, and if anyone came in and saw him with the blood on his hands, he would probably get blamed. There was only one thing Alex could do. He stood up, his eyes hidden by his hair, and pulled out a special cellphone, one that only connected him to his father and sister. He dialed a special code, and spoke into the phone. " Security? Connect me to my father."