The balding man in utter shock scrambled to hold the microphone. "There is no rule against killing another student during Sigilark tryouts." He gulped. "Although, this is the first time someone had actually done it." His blood ran cold. He looked down in shame. A loss for words.
Michael walked over to Steph's body. "Pitiful." Michael scoffed. "Big talk for…WHAT?!".
Michael stretches his arms. His hand covered in Steph's blood. "Steph Amar, I am Michael Daemen". He smirks "Today, I will be your murderer." Michael mocked what Steph said. It was some sick joke to him.
Seth watched from the stands. "He's..not dead." Seth's face grew cold. He looked down at his feet. "he…isn't..dead.". Seth's denial only made the situation feel worse.
The feeling of desperation grew throughout his body. The desire for Steph to live grew stronger. Seth felt as if he wanted nothing more. He wanted his friend to get back up. He wanted Steph to live! This insatiable desire awoken something within! For a split second! The image of shackles shattering, had flashed in Seth's mind!
A blinding light covered the arena! Steph's eyes opened. A familiar purple. His body jerked and jolted. It slowly had stood up. His body, bruised and bloodied. The blood dried, disappearing off his body as if it was never there. Michael was nothing short of surpised. "Don't think dying is enough to stop you?" Michael chuckled.
The balding man stood there. Mouth gapping. He was going to award Michael for winning. That all changed. Steph, had come back.
Steph's gaze only got colder. His eyes reverted back to it's original color. He looked deep into Michael's eyes. A cold unsettling feeling ran throughout Michael's body. "W..What the fuck." Michael murmured. He took a couple steps back. "Wait Wait Wait."
Flash!
Steph had formed a ice sword. It sliced off Michael's arm! He bounced back, stabbing right into Michael's core! "You're right Michael." Steph slowly approached him. Michael's body had lost energy. "Death couldn't stop me, even if it wanted to.".
Michael's vision cut out. Steph had sliced open through both of his eyes!
Michael scrambled to get away! Steph had a sadistic smile on his face. Michael stood there in fear. He couldn't see him. He only felt a cold presence.
Michael desperately threw fireballs at him! Knowing his body couldn't handle it. Footsteps had been heard all around the stadium. As if Steph was teleporting.
"YOU BASTARD…I'll…". Steph cut out his voice box! "That's enough from you." Steph scoffed.
A wave of emotion hit Steph. That cold emptiness feeling left his body.
He looked down at his hands.
"….what…did I do."
Steph felt.
Different.