Sam woke up to arguing. Well he thought it was arguing. People were yelling and sounded tense. Suddenly, someone laughed and the bed beneath him shifted. What the hell? Since when do beds shift? Sam grabbed the bed and held it tightly so it would move. He didn't care if it could shift. It was his bed and he wanted to sleep so it better stay still or he'd replace it.
"Are you awake?" Something asked him. Sam growled in response. He was and he wished he wasn't. Another laugh but this time from a richer, deeper voice.
"Are you going to let go of me?" The voice asked. Sam growled again. He wasn't actually sure how to answer that since his brain was still waking up so he decide that growling would probably fit. Instead it made his bed shake again as the voice laughed.
Alright, this was getting annoying, if his bed moved one more time he would… probably do something.
After a little bit of silence Sam began to fall asleep again. He relaxed slightly and snuggled up to himself.
"Oh no, you dont. My legs have fallen asleep and I need to pee." The honey rich voice said. Sam frowned. Okay? He wasn't stopping the thing from leaving.
His bed moved again and he growled. Opening his mouth to bite the bed, because he honestly didn't know what else to do, and instead had a hand grab his hair. His head was gently pulled back and Sam reluctantly opened his eyes.
"Fucking moving beds." He growled as he tried to escape the hold. His bed shook again and Sam looked down to see why the hell it was shaking. Instead of seeing a bed he saw someone's body. Dead body? Nah too warm. He looked up to the face and was blinded by glowing gold eyes and an extremely good looking smile. His head was still being held back but it loosened.
"Fucking golden boys" He grumbled as he simply went limp again. Though he couldn't get the person's face out of his head. It was a very pleasant face.
"Please get off me?" The voice said and Sam sighed. Apparently he was the reason the voice couldn't move so he probably should move. He just really didn't want to, though.
Reluctantly he rolled off the person and flinched when he almost fell to the floor. A curse from behind him followed the yank that brought him back onto the soft bed. Ah, he should probably thank the voice.
Talking used energy. Sam had no energy. The voice could probably survive without being thanked.
He felt the bed sink and rise as the voice left. The warmth began to recede again and his magic replaced it. Thankfully it wasn't as angry as last time and instead basically doused him in the feeling of ice water. Needless to say, it woke him up.
Staring at the infirmary wall he gasped for breath. The shock from the cold and the aches from the magic storm reminded him that he was partially free. He watched as his skin paled slightly and his magic danced across his skin.
Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and concentrated. He wanted to talk to Izzy. He just had to find her. She was a mage so her magic was strong and she was electric so she shouldnt be that had to find. It took a moment but he found her wandering through the girl's dorms. He called to her.
When he opened his eyes he was met with an irritated Izzy. Her arms were crossed as she glared down at him. The look was so unfamiliar on her that for a second he doubted he had gotten the right person.
"Why'd you have to summon me so randomly? I was just about to talk to this cutie I found!" Izzy huffed. She floated down to sit on the side of the bed. Sam rolled his eyes, yup it was definitely the right Izzy.
"You realize you wouldnt be able to actually talk to her?" He said. She was a ghost and unless they had necromancy or spiritual magic no one but him could see ghosts.
"Let me believe, Sam!" She whined as she fell backwards onto the bed and over his legs. Sam laughed and watched her complain about being a ghost while rolling around on his legs.
Who had that voice been? He remembered the voice and golden eyes but thats all. There were only two people in the school with metallic eyes but many people had amber eyes that could pass for gold. So maybe he was mistaken. Maybe it wasn't who he thought it was and he was just imagining things.
"Sam! Stop ignoring meee!" Izzy whined as she poked Sam's cheek. Snapping back to reality Sam sighed.
"Sorry, I was just thinking." He said.
"About what? The handsome blonde guy with gold eyes?" She said. Sam blushed and punched her arm.
"Shut up." He said. She giggled in response and poked his cheek again. He kind of hated how she was usually right about things like that.
Shuffling made them both turn to the door where a very oblivious blonde man had just entered. Izzy started cackling and Sam blushed harder. He hated Izzy sometimes.
Jacob turned and watched the two curiously. Sam was blushing hard with his face in his hands while a ghost girl was cackling away beside him. Was she annoying him?
Jacob walked up to the ghosts and tried to shoo her away but she simply floated out of his way. He frowned and stepped between her and Sam. How was he supposed to get rid of this ghost without embarrassing himself?
"Sir?" Sam asked behind him. He winced at the title and turned to give Sam a questioning look. "What are you doing?" Sam asked. Jacob sighed and gestured to the ghost girl helplessly.
"I was just getting rid of a spirit, dont worry." He said. Usually people couldn't see spirits so they would immediately interrogate him on how they looked. Truth be told he could only see the vague shape of the spirits and he couldn't talk to them.
"You can see, Izzy?" Sam asked. Well that was definitely a first. He hadn't ever met someone outside of family who could see ghosts. Jacob blinked at him and frowned.
"You shouldnt give them names." He said. Sam was a little insulted by that. She wasn't his pet.
"He can see me?! NEW FRIEND HELLO!" Izzy began to dance about screaming. Sam cringed and watched Jacob completely ignore her screams.
"I didn't name her. She told me her name." Sam tried to explain over Izzy yelling. Jacob raised an eyebrow questioningly and watched Izzy dance for a minute before grabbing her. She yelped and struggled but couldn't escape and she quieted. Sam's eyes widened and he tried to get Jacob to let her go.
"What are you doing?! Let her go! You're hurting her!" Sam cried as he tried to pry her from his grasp. His grip was iron tight which was surprising since Sam was one of the strongest people in the second centuria.
Jacob watched Sam struggle against his grip and released the ghost. Strange, could he hear her?
"Are you a medium?" Jacob asked. Those were the only mages he had ever heard of being able to see and communicate with spirits.
"What? No, Im a necromancer." Sam said, distracted by Izzy's scared rambling. He only stopped when he felt a hard grip on his shoulder. Turning he locked eyes with a very concerned Jacob.
"What did you say?" He asked. Sam blinked, what had he said to get such a reaction? Why was he so freaked out?
Oh.
Right.
Randomly telling people you're a necromancer will probably do that.
"Nothing, dont worry about it." Sam said quickly. He tried to turn back to Izzy but was spun around Jacob and pinned to the bed. Leaving Izzy to run away. Sam was both dismayed and glad she ran.
"Repeat it." Jacob said. His voice wasn't trying to be intimidating but the way he was holding Sam down and glaring at him was more then scary enough. Not to mention he couldn't move due to his wrists being pinned by Jacob ungodly strength.
"Its not important let me go." Sam said. He struggled against Jacob with all his might and got his to move a bit but was quickly overpowered again.
"I said, repeat it." Jacob growled. This time his voice was down right terrifying. Sam felt his chest squeeze and he froze. A shiver running down his spine. It was hard to scare him but Jacob had an agressively cold look in his eye. It felt like his soul was about to be torn apart. Sam's breath picked up as he began to panic. Jacob didn't quite look like the headmaster but they had the same cold stare and the same unwavering aura. He reminded Sam of his father, and that was what truly scared Sam.
"I'm s-sorry. I said Im a-a necromancer, s-sir." Sam tried to keep an even voice but his throat was closing up and he was almost shaking from fear. Only two people had ever seen him this shaken. Both had been the cause of his panic. Now he can chalk a third one up on the list.
Jacob's eyes widened as he realized Sam was having a panic attack. Guilt seized him and he quickly switched his soul energy to a comforting glow. Sam shook as Jacob pulled him into his arms. He struggled against Jacob but he held firm and eventually Sam's breathing evened out.
Letting go of Sam, Jacob checked him over to make sure he was okay.
"What did you do." Sam said. He said it as if Jacob had just crossed a line that was never to be crossed.
"I… comforted you?" Jacob said. Mildly confused as to why Sam was so upset.
"No, you forced me to calm down. What did you do." Sam said. His voice was so cold it made Jacob step back.
"I just used my magic on you to help you calm down, thats all, I swear!" Jacob said, raising his hands in surrender.
"What? What kind of magic do you have?" Sam asked. Jacob winced, his powers were uncomfortable to talk about. People usually responded by asking him to communicate with their soul, something he wasn't very comfortable with normally.
"Well, I have a regeneration factor and I can communicate with people's souls." Jacob said, trying to give him enough information to not have to explain anymore.
"Explain." Sam demanded. Jacob sighed, he was going to have to explain one way or another anyways.
"My magic flow outwards in waves, similar to sound waves. I have the ability to control this waves and concentrate an emotion into them. Like just now I wanted to comfort you and before that I wanted to scare you." Jacob said, looking down at the last part. He still felt guilty about causing such fear in Sam.
"You… You…" Sam struggled to find words for his emotions. He felt hurt, controlled, almost betrayed. He had been forced to fear Jacob, forced to find comfort in his presence. So maybe these other feelings were all forced as well.
"Sam?" Jacob said, reaching out only to have Sam scrambled backwards away from him. Something in Jacob twinged. He didn't mean to hurt Sam. He didn't mean to scare him.
Sam shook his head and ran. He wasn't dealing with this. Not today, probably not tomorrow, hopefully not the following day.