[ Health has been restored ]
[ Darla quit sulking cause you lost.. if the clinic finds out about you healing abilities your case will be reported to the Gifted Investigation Department]
willy carefully lifted his best friend's weight onto his shoulder, feeling the pressure of her body against him as she leaned into him for support. His arms instinctively held her close, ensuring her steady balance as they made their way towards the hospital clinic. But to his surprise, she suddenly stopped leaning on him, standing firmly on her own two feet.
"Are you alright? Shouldn't we go to the Clinic?."
Emily paused contemplating or just staring into space "No, I think I'll be fine. It's not that bad.
Willy furrowed his brows, his worry deepening as he observed her stubborn insistence. He wanted nothing more than to ensure her well-being, but he respected her autonomy and decision-making.
Willy nodded softly. " I understand that you might not want to go, but I'm concerned about your health. That injury looked serious."
Emily sighed. "I appreciate your concern, really. But I've been through worse, and I know my limits. Besides, hospitals make me uncomfortable.... let's just go back to class."
The man's gaze softened, understanding the vulnerability hidden behind her brave facade. He gently placed a hand on her arm, offering reassurance and support.
His mind started wandering to the conversation he had with her sister a few days ago. She had mentioned something about a possible fatal accident involving his best friend. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and he could be there for her cause he was away from town, but he couldn't help but wonder if that was the reason she didn't want to go to the clinic.
"Her sister did mention something about an accident... Maybe that's why she doesn't want to go to the clinic. Perhaps she didn't want to worry me. But I saw her at school the next day.. Maybe it wasn't as serious as her sister made it out to be. Maybe she'll tell me when she's ready." Willy thought.
"I won't push her right now. If she wants to share what happened, she will when she's ready. I'll be patient and give her the space she needs. Right now, my role is to support her and make sure she feels safe."
As they walked towards the hospital's entrance, he kept his gaze fixed on the path ahead, focusing on being a comforting presence for his best friend. Deep down, he hoped that in due time, she would open up and share her burdens, trusting in their friendship to provide solace and understanding. Until then, he vowed to support her unconditionally, allowing their bond to blossom and grow stronger with each passing day.
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Emily and Willy walked into the classroom late, the door sliding open with a hiss. The room was filled with sleek, metallic desks and chairs, and the walls were adorned with holographic projections of equations and formulas. The teacher, Mrs. Pearl, was a tall, slender woman with short, spiky hair and piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in a sleek, white jumpsuit, and her voice was calm and soothing as she addressed the class.
" Good day, class. I see we have two late students today. Willy, Emily, please take your seats."
All eyes turned towards them. The students, engrossed in their work moments before, now paused to acknowledge their presence. There was an air of concern mixed with curiosity, as rumors of what happened in Aerion football practice had already circulated among the classmates.
Mr. Pearl resumed her teaching, her voice reverberating with empathy and understanding, creating an atmosphere that encouraged intellectual growth.
The room was filled with the usual sounds of students shuffling web and whispering to one another. However, Emily's enhanced hearing allowed her to pick up on every hushed whisper, every secret conversation that unfolded around her.
As the class progressed, Emily couldn't help but notice that some of the whispers were directed towards her. She heard snippets of conversations where her name was mentioned, accompanied by words like "fool" and "naive." It became clear to her that her classmates were badmouthing her for what happened earlier with the school star player.
The weight of their words began to take its toll on Emily. Each whispered insult felt like a dagger piercing through her fragile heart. She tried to focus on the lesson at hand, but the constant stream of negativity became unbearable. She held onto her desk and her hands dug into them.
[ Malestorm Quotient 53MQ ]
[ 88 MQ ]
[ 123 MQ ]
Emily walked back to Mrs. Pearl's desk and said, "Mrs. Pearl, I need to use the restroom. Can I please be excused?"
Mrs. Pearl looked up from her notes and smiled. "Of course, Emily. You may go."
Emily quickly made her way to the restroom, feeling relieved to be away from the mocking whispers of her classmates. She splashed some water on her face and took a few deep breaths to calm down. She knew she had to find a way to deal with the rumors and gossip that seemed to follow her everywhere she went, she just have to find Daniel_ And she knew his hang spot cause she has been stalking Daniel and Chloe since middle grade.
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The abandoned complex or the forsaken kingdom which most students of Elysium Nexus Academy calls it. It is a scattered remnants of broken classrooms and crumbling corridors. Nature had begun to reclaim its territory, vines crawling up the walls and wildflowers sprouting determinedly through cracks in the pavement.
Emily maneuvered through the intricate maze, her steps echoed softly against the worn platform.
Finally, she arrived at the entrance of the abandoned library, a hauntingly beautiful space amidst the dilapidated complex. The grandiose double doors, made of a sleek material now marred with age, opened into a room that epitomized both elegance and desolation. The library stretched out before her, rows upon rows of empty digital bookshelves lining the walls, illuminated by streams of dim light that filtered through shattered skylights.
In the midst of this poignant scene, Emily's attention was drawn to a figure standing at the end of the corridor. Through the metal net face, she could see Daniel, his presence arresting. His gaze fixed steadfastly on the heavens above, almost as though he was seeking answers amidst the abandoned silence. It struck her as peculiar, for a normal human wouldn't be able to discern anything so distant with such clarity.
As she stood before the metal net face, Emily discerned that the figure was Daniel in the corridor with remarkable clarity and precision. Her superhuman vision allowed her to perceive the most minute details within her surroundings, granting her access to a world beyond the comprehension of normal humans. It was with this enhanced perception that she not only saw Daniel from afar but also heard the rhythmic thumping of his slow heartbeat, adding another layer of intrigue and curiosity.
While pondering this anomaly, a delicate scent wafted towards her, capturing her attention. Intrigued, she chose to follow the scent, veering off her original path to explore its source. Gradually, she made her way to the abandoned park, drawn closer by the alluring aroma that seemed to dance through the air.
As she stepped into the abandoned park, the atmosphere grew charged with anticipation. The sound of three heartbeats reached her ears, a symphony of life amidst the remnants of neglect. Her focus shifted to three students occupying the area - two of them standing guard with an aura of attentiveness. They moved with grace and precision, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threats.
The park, though worn and overgrown, still possessed an ethereal beauty. Lush greenery sprouted defiantly through cracks in the pavement, while ancient trees reached their gnarled branches towards the heavens above. Amongst this picturesque scene, five crates were scattered haphazardly, each filled with drinks and an aI griller was grilling a huge chunk of meat.
The first guard had long, flowing hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to hold an air of authority, and her confident stance suggested she was not to be trifled with. She carried herself with an air of elegance, yet there was a hint of fierceness in her gaze.
The second guard had a more petite frame but exuded a sense of strength and determination. Her short black hair framed her face, accentuating her sharp features. Her eyes were sharp and observant, constantly assessing her surroundings for any potential threats. She seemed ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
One of the crates caught Emily's attention, and her heart skipped a beat as she noticed her female crush, who was also her bully, perched gracefully on top of it.
At the sight of her, Emily's heart skipped a beat, her face flushing with a mixture of adoration and nervousness.
Chloe can only be described as a stunning beauty. As she gracefully sat on the crate reading a digital book her uniform was flawlessly immaculate, bearing no signs of wear. The fabric, of the same deep navy blue as the Emily's own uniform, clung to her figure, accentuating her every curve with elegance and sophistication. The gold insignias on her blazer gleamed under the light, symbolizing not only the school's prestige but also highlighting her own individual magnetism.
Chloe's impeccable sense of style extended beyond the standard uniform. She added subtle yet striking accessories, effortlessly combining elements of fashion and personal flair. A delicate silver necklace graced her collarbone, complementing the refined simplicity of her attire. Her hair, meticulously styled, cascaded down her shoulders in glossy waves, framing her face in a way that accentuated her natural beauty. Every aspect of her appearance reflected a meticulous attention to detail, enhancing her charm and allure.
One of the guards, recognizing the intrusion into the territory of her boss, approached Emily with an air of authority. She exuded an aura of power, her steps purposeful and confident. Dressed in a modified version of the school uniform, with hints of rebelliousness in her attire, she emanated both intimidation and magnetism.
" Hey Snow white are you lost?. "
Emily quickly pivots on her feet, turning to her side, and using her weight to dodge the girl's grab. The student caught off guard, stumbles forward. In a comical turn of events, the student loses her balance and falls on her butt, looking surprised and embarrassed. Emily looks triumphant, with a sly grin on her face.
The other guard, lazily sipping on her beer, spared Emily a nonchalant glance before mindlessly continuing to indulge in her intoxication.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Emily closed the gap between her and the guard boss, positioning herself directly in front of her. Patiently, she waited until Chloe lifted her gaze from the pages of her digital book, her eyes revealing bewilderment as Emily's boldness unfolded before her.
" I heard you said you would date anyone who can beat you," Emily confronted Chloe, her voice surprisingly resolute and her face bright red.
Chloe smiled. "I don't remember making such statement." but she couldn't help but be intrigued by the girl who had once been subject to her bullying now standing defiantly before her.
"Do you like me, Snow White?."
Emily couldn't look at Chloe cause her face was already flushed so she bent her head and nodded.
" You know after I watched you get carried by Daniel, I thought you were a princess and know you acting like a rogue and little bitty confident ." Chloe smirked.
"Mazuki can you please put her in her place."
Mazuki swiftly retrieved a pen, transforming it into a makeshift weapon.
[ New Quest ]
[ Defeat Mazuki and earn a price from your Crush ]
[ Quest Reward›› 15 Exp ]
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Mazuki sprang forward, her movements swift and agile. In a split second, she lunged towards Emily, her pen poised like a deadly weapon. Her aim was precise – a powerful swing aimed directly at her throat, intended to incapacitate her instantly. The blow was lightning-fast, reflecting her honed skills in combat as Martial arts student.
Emily was not fast enough but she was not caught off guard. Reacting instinctively, she twisted her body to the side, narrowly evading the lethal strike. The pen's tip grazed her collar as it flew past her, leaving a shallow gash as a painful reminder of Mazuki's intentions.
[ - 3HP ]
Undeterred by Emily's evasion, Mazuki seized the opportunity to press her advantage. She followed through with a sequence of swift movements, launching a series of piercing jabs towards the Emily's torso, aiming to penetrate any opening in her defense. Nevertheless Emily could see the attack but she wasn't fast enough to avoid them as she furiously blocked each strike with her hands.
[ - 2HP ]
[ - 2HP ]
[ - 2HP ]
Emily pushed forward, creating a small opening in the woman's defense. Seizing the opportunity, she lunged towards her, attempting to disarm her with a forceful swing aimed at her hand. However, just as Emily's hand was about to make contact, Mazuki swiftly stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blow.
In a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation, Mazuki retaliated by stepping forward, her pen aimed directly at Emily's abdomen. Her determined eyes locked on her target, she thrust the pen with all her might, hoping to strike a vital organ. However, Emily could see the attack but she couldn't dodge it cause Mazuki was faster, She sidestepped and managed to deflect the attack, causing the pen to graze her side, leaving a deep, agonizing stab wound in its wake.
[ -17 ]
Though wounded and grimacing with pain, Emily refused to yield. Summoning every ounce of her strength, She launched a counterattack, utilizing her momentum to deliver a swift and powerful knee strike aimed at the woman's torso. With lightning speed, her knee connected with precision, the sheer force of the blow knocking the air out of Mazuki's lungs and causing her to crumple to the ground, unconscious, her pen slipping from her grasp.
[ Quest Completed ]
[ You have received 15 Exp ]
Breathing heavily, Emily stood victorious, adrenaline coursing through her veins, her body coated with a thin sheen of sweat. She had suffered from painful stab wounds.
Chloe, now standing upright, silently observed the aftermath of the Skirmish.
She confidently strode past her, issuing an invitation. "Come to the dojo and challenge me when you are ready,"