After the incident security staff with the help of the teachers gathered the students for an inspection. Police cars, ambulances and news vans flooded the scene. Students were jammed up in the multi purpose hall and others in the pavilion. As your eyes scattered around Laone's pavilion you would see most of the children being okay. The boys being the most excited of the bunch, this however means that some of the students had suffered a lot. Some had fainted and the teachers had to look after them, some cried because they saw the kid explode and it was a mess.
The media roared at the gates of the school with cameras and wanted in, parents of children who managed to get home were also at the sight. Screaming and demanding to be let in spouting all of the curses ever written in the Setswana language. A young reporter in a pair of jeans, a polo tee, a camera hanging from his neck and a pen accompanying a notepad at hand got a crazy idea. He poked one of the parents and punched him in the face, the poked man tried to punch back. The reporter dodged and the poked man punched another madman on the face.
A little riot started and the police had to use smoke bombs against the mob, some members of the mob were a bit special though. One guy pulled out a gun and shot at the police, one cop was hit and the rest remains to be talked about in the news. The reporte snuck into the school during the small riot, upon his entry he noticed that the school looked a bit deserted. The further he went the lonelier it got, he dashed forward and bumped into two students carrying a backpack.
They tried to run but he quickly blocked their path, they were unable to react to his speed because once stepping in front of them he took a picture. They were blinded by the flash of the camera and had to stop, the reporter wanted to introduce himself but was cut off by the boy pulling on the girl seeking passage. "We are going to get left behind," he said, grinding his teeth together and holding the anger he had. The reporter released his pheromones and temporarily froze the girl, she looked back and the man's face was hidden in the shadows of his cap.
All Laone saw was the man's snarky smile, and he heard a voice that said, "the is Rama. Thato pulled on Laone's hand and he was weightless momentarily. Laone's attention went back to Thato and he tried to tell him that there was something sinister about the reporter. No words came out of Laone's mouth so they went on and got in the bus just in the nick of time. Behind was the riot of reporters and parents running away from the police, by the bus she looked outside and Rama was nowhere to be seen.
The bus sent every child home after the rioting parents gave up, on the news was something completely different from what happened. Headlines stated that the deceased child was an amature arsonist who was unfortunate enough to get killed by his homemade bomb. Laone was thrown aback by the news, if this had been just an arsonist waiting to burn down the school he would have not attacked the other students. What's more Laone was bothered by the so-called Rama, why did he give him that smile. Was there a connection between him and why did he use his pheromones like that?
'Could he have known that I am a male, I mean why else will he give me that smirk?' Laone's finger ploughed through his hair and messed it up slightly. 'As for that kid, that thing around him before he went on to explode. It looked like something that could be compared to my dials. Was he sent by someone, was he driven crazy by the new power, or was he also a part of the system?' This thought made Laone jump a little from his sister's laps, Oratile was startled by his sudden movement.
Laone got up slowly from his sister after he was all the way up he caught sight of his reflection on the mirror. He looked terrible, it was a Tuesday morning and he had slept with his sister the previous night. Oratile endangered herself yesterday and Laone was very terrified by the reality that he might lose her on any other given day. Even after what happened yesterday the school declared that the last years where to come to school because the examination council was still collecting the exam necessities from them. Laone was not so thrilled about this idea but had no choice.
When he left at the door, his mother looked at him all the way until he disappeared into the distance. She wanted to take him to school but her job had its teeth deep into her legs, immediately she headed the opposite direction. Oratile, remaining behind alone, ran to her brother's room. She looked around carefully for his phone but was unable to find it, she concluded that he took it with him even though she warned him regularly not to. She was currently in her brother's t-shirt, this was a tee from their earlier years so it was a tight fit.
Laone was irresponsibly walking to school today because Skizzo had another accident the previous day. He hit one of the rioting parents and had to spend the night in at the local police station. The road was open and lonely, close to no children could be seen in the area. Students were either commuting to school or stayed home because they weren't seniors, every time he heard a creak Laone would look behind him to ensure that no one was following him. The wind was cold even through the pants that he wore for today.
Suddenly a few people became visible and Laone's heart slowed down and he relaxed, he had his phone with him. Yesterday he tried many times to contact the system to inform him about other users and potential threats from enemy dialers. All of it was unsuccessful because his sister clung on to him the whole time. Even the bathroom was not a safe place for him to openly revisit his thoughts. The only thing he could successfully do was dream about the incident. Laone was actually glad that after so many years his sister was starting to reacknowledge his presence.
He was not aware that she was using him as an emotional crutch, but even if he knew his feelings towards her would not change. She is his little miss independent and that does not mean that she is perfect. In fact Laone was kind of wishing that his sister would open up more to him about her flaws. He wanted to be closer to her more than anything, he did not know anything that was going on in her life but she somehow knew a lot about him. What would happen if she found out about his abilities, would it endanger her?
Questions went unanswered and his thoughts were disturbe by a huge arm thrown over his neck. The person pulled Laone over to his chest and completely halted his movement, this was when Laone got scared because the person's heartbeat was way too calm for comfort. This was a scent he recognized but was not familiar with, as frightened as he currently was screaming was still the last thing on his to do list. He started to try wrap his mind around who the person could be but it proved a useless struggle.
The fact that the person who was keeping him from moving was doing nothing but harassing his hair was creepy. Laone has seen his fair share of perverts being that he is one himself, but something about this guy was terrifying. He suddenly spoke and Laone's heart sank.s