Elijah lay peacefully still in bed, his body aching from everything that had happened to him in the past week. He felt like throwing up everytime he thought of the strange dragonbreath's stupid voice.
Why couldn't he just have died, it would've been much easier than having to worry about surviving again. But he sighed and glanced around the room from his comfortable space instead of whining about it to himself.
"I..." He tried to speak, but his voice hurt. He had probably screamed a lot when he was in the panic room, though he wouldn't know, since he remembered blacking out every once in a while. Maybe his vocal chords would be damaged forever, he thought that would probably be a boring life, though it would stop him from opening his big mouth and getting into trouble.
All he needed to do now was sleep, but he could do everything but that at the moment, since he was really worried about where the fuck he was. He tried to move, but instead flinched in pain as he felt it crash through him just by moving his arms.
Flail looked into the medicine room just for a few moments. He wanted to go in and talk to Blue, apologize to him for everything, tell him how he felt, make sure he was okay. But he knew if he went in, Elizabeth would most likely cut his head off, especially since he could she was in a bad mood.
He exhaled softly as he saw Blue's eyes open, staring at the ceiling in pure confusion. This was his chance to walk in and talk to him, but he was nervous. Flail did not believe Blue would ever forgive him, but he wished he could.
"You're not thinking of going in there, are you Dominic?"
"ACK!!" Flail spun around, locking eyes with Lantern. The boy's black hair was spiked up perfectly and his visible eye glowed like beautiful flames. "Why are you so GOOD at sneaking up on ME!?"
"You should keep your voice down, Elijah is most likely in a lot of pain and does not need to be woken up."
"R-right.." Flail looked back into the room, seeing that Blue had his eyes closed tight now. He sighed, closing the door as quietly as possible, hoping not to disturb him.
Jaxon sat up, not even a spark of pain running through his body. He felt as good as new, as if he had never felt pain in his entire life.
He heard a knock on his door, before Ion, Siren and Shackle entered the room. It was odd that they showed up, but he kind of felt relieved they cared enough to do that.
"You look as good as new." Siren smiled. "I thought you got impaled?"
"Hah.. apparently I have memory loss and superhuman healing.."
"Well you'd better get up, Swan offered to train you, and I don't want a useless guard dog." Ion muttered.
"Yeah, yeah Mr grumpy pants!" Jaxon got up and hesitated, looking at his hands. There was still blood under his nails... He almost threw up, but tried to hide his disgust from Ion, who was still staring daggers at him. "I'll meet you guys downstairs.." He mumbled, before ushering the three out, closing and locking his door.
He felt a horrible itch in his neck and arms, as if something was crawling over his skin. He scratched at his arms, to the point his skin tore and his arms bled.
His vision turned blurry, and then he began seeing the shadows in his room turn snow white and silver, like the flames from his dreams and flashbacks. He began to cry, as Phoenix laughed at him in the background, his body trembling as he tore into his arm to try and shut him out.
A knock at his door startled him, and the visions went away, the laughter went away.. everything was normal again.
He pulled his sleeves down to try and hide what he had done to his arm. He opened the door with a smile, after wiping tears from his eyes.
"I came to check on you.." That familiar face, Spencer, with his pretty lavender hair. The second Jaxon saw him, he felt relieved, as if help had arrived. The boy with purple hair might be slightly confusing sometimes, but Jaxon felt comfort as he stared at him.
"O-oh.. well I'm fine now.." Jaxon smiled weakly.
"Are you still bleeding from your wounds..?" Spencer narrowed his eyes, his nose twitching as he made eye contact with Jaxon.
"Nah, my clothes probably just still smell like blood.." Jaxon pushed past Spencer and began heading downstairs. "I've got to meet Ion, Shackle, Siren and Swan for battle training.."
Spencer watched Jaxon walk off and narrowed his eyes at the inside of the room. He then headed downstairs to watch Jaxon leave.
Swan lead them all to a large clearing in the woods, her hands in her pockets and not a single ounce of worry on her face. She seemed to be in a perfect mood even though just a day before, she had told Elizabeth to impale Jaxon with the spear end of her weapon.
The clearing was filled with stacks of wood, targets, obstacles for jumping over and many different sharp weapons.
"Here, we will train every day." Swan looked at Jaxon. "Until either you are able to win a fight against a stone ram, or die."
"A what now..?"
"You'll see once I release the first one on you in a week."
The boy stood with a sword engraved with a flame spell, his legs trembling as he stood. Blood soaked his clothes, and he could see the lifeless bodies of his teammates, either destroyed by his enemies poisons or by his blades.
"I-I thought we were prophesied to k..kill you..?" He said, taking a step back.
"Only one person will be allowed to kill me, and you are NOT one of them." The man stood at a terrifying seven feet, with his white and green hair curling perfectly. "You're sword is fake and was not forged to kill someone as powerful as me, I am surprised you and your pitiful friends made it this far."
"You shut THE FUCK UP!!!" The boy dashed towards him, but in that moment, the blade had already been swung. His blood splattered everywhere, and the man shoved him down, only to smash his skull. A smile slid across the monster's face as he surveyed the room, painted red by his victims.