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Chapter Six: Awakening

“Huh.” He knew the answer. He seemed to be connecting a lot of dots lately. “Endless love is bullshit. They always leave.” He let his eyes wonder over the visible sky.

A wave of nostalgia and anger, with a touch of jealousy washed over him. Requiem loved whoever that Phosphorus character was more than him, and now he was sucking himself over realizing it. He didn’t care much for constellations, but the night sky was still very pretty.

He was conflicted at that. “Seeing someone. Like actually seeing them, personality wise. Not being reminded of another person from a goddamn gift.” He let the jab slide off his tongue before going on. “Not making things black and white.” He kept his voice down for that. A little pool of emotions made his stomach tight, but he didn’t let them show of his face.

Chapter Six: Awakening

“Huh.” He knew the answer. He seemed to be connecting a lot of dots lately. “Endless love is bullshit. They always leave.” He let his eyes wonder over the visible sky.

A wave of nostalgia and anger, with a touch of jealousy washed over him. Requiem loved whoever that Phosphorus character was more than him, and now he was sucking himself over realizing it. He didn’t care much for constellations, but the night sky was still very pretty.

He was conflicted at that. "Seeing someone. Like actually seeing them, personality wise. Not being reminded of another person from a goddamn gift." He let the jab slide off his tongue before going on. "Not making things black and white." He kept his voice down for that. A little pool of emotions made his stomach tight, but he didn't let them show of his face.

Chapter Six: Awakening

“Huh.” He knew the answer. He seemed to be connecting a lot of dots lately. “Endless love is bullshit. They always leave.” He let his eyes wonder over the visible sky.

A wave of nostalgia and anger, with a touch of jealousy washed over him. Requiem loved whoever that Phosphorus character was more than him, and now he was sucking himself over realizing it. He didn't care much for constellations, but the night sky was still very pretty.

Chapter Six: Awakening

"Huh." He knew the answer. He seemed to be connecting a lot of dots lately. "Endless love is bullshit. They always leave." He let his eyes wonder over the visible sky.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane’s words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

“What? Come to apologize?” He kept one hand on the door, not interested in Kane’s banter.

“No. Unfortunately I have to keep you alive.” Kane was close to breaking down the door. He didn’t need Adam’s snark.

“Huh. Bet it sucks to be you right now.” He pulled one socks and shoes, closing the door behind him. He thought it funny that Kane wanted to kill him, yet wasn’t allowed to do so.

“Oh you have no idea princess.” Kane muttered and turned back towards the cafeteria. He handed the plate- with much restraint to avoid slamming it into Adam’s face- to him as gently as he could.

“Thank you, asshole sir.” He sneered, holding it with one hand and picking at it with the other. He realized that if Kane wasn’t actually allowed to kill him, that meant he could be an asshole right back.

“Is he always this prissy? No offense.” He actually meant a little offense, but not towards Niderious. He raised one eyebrow, but let it back down as Kane left from sight.

“Well…” Niderious chuckled and walked with Adam, “He’s got something biting at him. Never told me what. Probably some sort of internal tug of war.”

“Yeah, the complex is a little obvious. Still don’t really care what bothers him.” Adam was at a slow pace, walking perfectly beside him.

“I just puss people off to find their insecurities. That’s what makes them the angriest. Every insult that bothers them means they have history.” Adam gave a side eye to his look, stalemate to the expression.

“He just seems like a hard-ass all the way through. No shell.” He let his hands wander to his pockets, feeling they had nothing to do.

"So he's hung up on someone?" He huffed a laugh. Typical. Not the first firsthand experience he's had with that. Telling himself that led to some more annoyance.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane’s words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

“What? Come to apologize?” He kept one hand on the door, not interested in Kane’s banter.

“No. Unfortunately I have to keep you alive.” Kane was close to breaking down the door. He didn’t need Adam’s snark.

“Huh. Bet it sucks to be you right now.” He pulled one socks and shoes, closing the door behind him. He thought it funny that Kane wanted to kill him, yet wasn’t allowed to do so.

“Oh you have no idea princess.” Kane muttered and turned back towards the cafeteria. He handed the plate- with much restraint to avoid slamming it into Adam’s face- to him as gently as he could.

“Thank you, asshole sir.” He sneered, holding it with one hand and picking at it with the other. He realized that if Kane wasn’t actually allowed to kill him, that meant he could be an asshole right back.

“Is he always this prissy? No offense.” He actually meant a little offense, but not towards Niderious. He raised one eyebrow, but let it back down as Kane left from sight.

“Well…” Niderious chuckled and walked with Adam, “He’s got something biting at him. Never told me what. Probably some sort of internal tug of war.”

“Yeah, the complex is a little obvious. Still don’t really care what bothers him.” Adam was at a slow pace, walking perfectly beside him.

“I just puss people off to find their insecurities. That’s what makes them the angriest. Every insult that bothers them means they have history.” Adam gave a side eye to his look, stalemate to the expression.

"He just seems like a hard-ass all the way through. No shell." He let his hands wander to his pockets, feeling they had nothing to do.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane’s words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

“What? Come to apologize?” He kept one hand on the door, not interested in Kane’s banter.

“No. Unfortunately I have to keep you alive.” Kane was close to breaking down the door. He didn’t need Adam’s snark.

“Huh. Bet it sucks to be you right now.” He pulled one socks and shoes, closing the door behind him. He thought it funny that Kane wanted to kill him, yet wasn’t allowed to do so.

“Oh you have no idea princess.” Kane muttered and turned back towards the cafeteria. He handed the plate- with much restraint to avoid slamming it into Adam’s face- to him as gently as he could.

“Thank you, asshole sir.” He sneered, holding it with one hand and picking at it with the other. He realized that if Kane wasn’t actually allowed to kill him, that meant he could be an asshole right back.

“Is he always this prissy? No offense.” He actually meant a little offense, but not towards Niderious. He raised one eyebrow, but let it back down as Kane left from sight.

“Well…” Niderious chuckled and walked with Adam, “He’s got something biting at him. Never told me what. Probably some sort of internal tug of war.”

“Yeah, the complex is a little obvious. Still don’t really care what bothers him.” Adam was at a slow pace, walking perfectly beside him.

"I just puss people off to find their insecurities. That's what makes them the angriest. Every insult that bothers them means they have history." Adam gave a side eye to his look, stalemate to the expression.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane’s words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

“What? Come to apologize?” He kept one hand on the door, not interested in Kane’s banter.

“No. Unfortunately I have to keep you alive.” Kane was close to breaking down the door. He didn’t need Adam’s snark.

“Huh. Bet it sucks to be you right now.” He pulled one socks and shoes, closing the door behind him. He thought it funny that Kane wanted to kill him, yet wasn’t allowed to do so.

“Oh you have no idea princess.” Kane muttered and turned back towards the cafeteria. He handed the plate- with much restraint to avoid slamming it into Adam’s face- to him as gently as he could.

“Thank you, asshole sir.” He sneered, holding it with one hand and picking at it with the other. He realized that if Kane wasn’t actually allowed to kill him, that meant he could be an asshole right back.

“Is he always this prissy? No offense.” He actually meant a little offense, but not towards Niderious. He raised one eyebrow, but let it back down as Kane left from sight.

“Well…” Niderious chuckled and walked with Adam, “He’s got something biting at him. Never told me what. Probably some sort of internal tug of war.”

"Yeah, the complex is a little obvious. Still don't really care what bothers him." Adam was at a slow pace, walking perfectly beside him.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane’s words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

“What? Come to apologize?” He kept one hand on the door, not interested in Kane’s banter.

“No. Unfortunately I have to keep you alive.” Kane was close to breaking down the door. He didn’t need Adam’s snark.

“Huh. Bet it sucks to be you right now.” He pulled one socks and shoes, closing the door behind him. He thought it funny that Kane wanted to kill him, yet wasn’t allowed to do so.

“Oh you have no idea princess.” Kane muttered and turned back towards the cafeteria. He handed the plate- with much restraint to avoid slamming it into Adam’s face- to him as gently as he could.

“Thank you, asshole sir.” He sneered, holding it with one hand and picking at it with the other. He realized that if Kane wasn’t actually allowed to kill him, that meant he could be an asshole right back.

"Is he always this prissy? No offense." He actually meant a little offense, but not towards Niderious. He raised one eyebrow, but let it back down as Kane left from sight.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane’s words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

“What? Come to apologize?” He kept one hand on the door, not interested in Kane’s banter.

“No. Unfortunately I have to keep you alive.” Kane was close to breaking down the door. He didn’t need Adam’s snark.

“Huh. Bet it sucks to be you right now.” He pulled one socks and shoes, closing the door behind him. He thought it funny that Kane wanted to kill him, yet wasn’t allowed to do so.

“Oh you have no idea princess.” Kane muttered and turned back towards the cafeteria. He handed the plate- with much restraint to avoid slamming it into Adam’s face- to him as gently as he could.

"Thank you, asshole sir." He sneered, holding it with one hand and picking at it with the other. He realized that if Kane wasn't actually allowed to kill him, that meant he could be an asshole right back.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane’s words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

“What? Come to apologize?” He kept one hand on the door, not interested in Kane’s banter.

“No. Unfortunately I have to keep you alive.” Kane was close to breaking down the door. He didn’t need Adam’s snark.

"Huh. Bet it sucks to be you right now." He pulled one socks and shoes, closing the door behind him. He thought it funny that Kane wanted to kill him, yet wasn't allowed to do so.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane’s words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

"What? Come to apologize?" He kept one hand on the door, not interested in Kane's banter.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. “Uh, thank you, but I’m good. I have a small stomach.” He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

He started to apologize, but then stopped himself. Emotion will only lead to emotion. Adam hugged at Kane's words, only thinking him to be more childish now.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

“Asshole.” Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder’s old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn’t currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Nightfall came and Hollow came to retrieve Adam from his room. He held out a plate of a chicken carcass.

He looked sheepishly at the uncooked animal. "Uh, thank you, but I'm good. I have a small stomach." He stood up, tucking the stone into his pocket.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn’t let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he’d spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

After a minute he let go of his hold. The lightning zipped back to him and rejuvenated his body. He rolled up the paper and stretched. Kane cracked his knuckles and left the room to go practice with his electricity.

"Asshole." Adam muttered under his breath before taking a few deep breaths. Left alone, he went back to his own room, Shredder's old one, and sat on the bed. He wasn't currently hungry, and had nothing more to do. Laying back, he took out the stone, giving it a look of hate-love.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would’ve been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. “I know you need to get laid, but I’m really not than into you.” He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.

Adam coughed and choked, but didn't let his knees buckle. He glared at Kane, thinking a retort he'd spit if he could breathe more. Little gasps got him along as his vision went a little hazy.

Chapter Six: Awakening

Requiem crashed into the mountain face. Wings spread to help soften the fall. His teeth were bared and he snapped his jaw at Ragnorok. They were both bloody and broken. But the fight would last much longer than this. They were only getting started. At one point let his gaurd down due to sensing Shredder’s presence. A sword tried to slip past his scales. But the ridges would dull the blade.

Adam walked back with them in silence. He had no idea and didn’t really care what was to come next. His feet thudded along the ground slower than his heartbeat, and it pulled him into a slight sense of unsteadiness. He let his hand brush against the stone in his pocket, keeping himself from pulling it out.

He followed them in, giving the others the courtesy of going first. He felt indifferent to the thought of going on a mission; it’d be worthless to try and muster up the feelings he had a week ago.

“Emo boy?” Adam’s indifference flared, morphing into annoyance. Last time he checked, he wasn’t Pete Wentz. “I have a name.” He crossed his arms.

“My deepest apologies princess.” Kane rolled his eyes and went back to plotting the attack on the table. The others were training right now but he had to perfect the attack strategy. Lost glided away to his chambers and Hollow headed towards the cafeteria. Tomorrow they would begin.

Adam’s face leveled out with anger when that nickname came out. “Shut the fuck up, sparky.” He let his eyes glower at Kane, not caring for the outcome.

“Look in a mirror and say that again.” He went with the flow of insults, having been conditioned by hatred. He had some habits from being trained for so long, but some things couldn’t be gotten rid of. The anger had only gone dormant.

Adam smiled, no longer as affected by this than he would've been a few months ago. Being the same power he had, he could take a lot more of it. "I know you need to get laid, but I'm really not than into you." He let himself match Kane, streaks of blue crawling over him.