Mass release: 5/9
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Mahnoor Lorelei Bianchini's pov
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"I see that time magic isn't that important to you," I said without any emotions at all, freezing cold again, glaring deep into her eyes, aware that mine were dragon slits now, and as the skies above us darkened with signs of a horrible storm, the ground under us warmed up, my magma magic acting up. "And neither am I, that much you made it clear."
"Gods be fucking damned," Nero's girlfriend cried, and used her telekinesis to make everyone but me and the headmaster float up from the ground that began to get really fucking hot for them. "Control yourself, Bianchini!"
"Why should I? You don't care about my life, why'd I care about yours?"
But I felt my control slipping away when I was going to use my time magic, and then came another pinch in my soul that made me fall to my knees, an earth-shaking scream leaving my lips, as something vicious laced another thread around my heart. A agonizing sound came from all around and I struggled to cover my ears, my eyes burned like hell and I closed them tighter, something thick rolled down my eyes like tears but I could tell that wasn't it. Then I felt dread reverberating through my bones, something vicious poisoning my veins.
I've been through this before, but no one ever saw it. Another broken cry of pain left my lips and I felt it tearing me further apart. Whatever this is, it's been trying to control me, trying to possess me. "No!" I cried desperately. "No. No. No. Stop it, get out," but it fought me and I felt my insides getting so crunched that I crunched my belly, trying to stop it. "Stop," I screamed, and this time I made it clear that it was an order.
But even then, I couldn't hear anything, and it took me even longer to feel anything at all, to feel the people surrounding me again, I only felt my body shaking to my bones. So it took me longer than I'd like to admit to feel strong arms around me; or to breath in the familiar sugary scent of toasted coconut, coffee cake, and cinnamon I've always hated to be addicted to, instead of the smell of rotten flesh, burned skin, and death. Even longer to hear the raspy deep voice that always haunted my mind while awake and unconscious.
"...fuck. Goddamn it, Arianna, get a hold of yourself, or you will kill us both," he snapped panicking. "I cannot hold for much longer, if you go berserk like this in changeling form," he held me tighter under him and slowly I opened my eyes, feeling it all cloudy, still shivering to my bones. "We got it, you're catastrophic too, now calm the fuck down."
"I... don't... know... how..." I whispered struggling, feeling my throat constricted, knowing he would hear me with his sharp hearing senses.
He took a second, "Are you having a panic attack of some fucked up kind?"
"I... don't... know..." my voice broke and I felt real tears mixing up with whatever I was crying, struggling even more to breathe, feeling as if my throat were so swollen and sore that not even oxygen could pass through it.
"Stop thinking about whatever is hurting you," he growled, "stop thinking."
"I... can't..." I shook even more, feeling the pain even more acutely.
"Oh, fuck, you'll kill me for this," he cursed.
And he didn't even give me a second to think, he grabbed my face painfully gently with both his hands, making me face him and before I could blink he pressed his lips on mine. The world stopped when he did it, and it was not my magic, everything stopped, my brain, the pain, the gravity, the oxygen, the storm above us, the hot ground under us, everything froze. Not because he kissed me, but because when he did, something even worse happened, something snapped between us, and when the the earth under us shook as hard as a level 9 earthquake, it was our magic abilities together, meeting each other halfway.
It felt like an eternity, but I'm sure it lasted less than a minute, and for a second everything that had just happened was then forgotten, all I could think of was to runaway from him because it was wrong. It was so right it became wrong, because it should be fucking wrong, so why wasn't it? Then came the fear, so alive and overwhelming that it took over everything, like a parasite, consuming me from the inside out.
In a second he was kissing me to stop me from thinking of the pain and going berserk, in the other I was slapping the left side of his face hard and using so much force when I kicked him on his chest away from me that he flew to the other side of the arena, and when our eyes met, I instantly knew he knew what had just happened and he was just as terrified as me. "Have you fucking lost it?" I roar so loud the ground shook again. "How could you fucking kiss me, you fucking piece of shit! I'm going to bloody tear you apart for this, this is assault!" I screamed.
"I don't think... you can kill me," he mumbled haunted and I froze.
"Just try me and I'll prove you wrong," I yelled, because what the hell was I supposed to do? Tell him I don't think we can kill each other anymore? Because people that are... like this cannot kill one another? I'm not that out of my fucking mind.
"Mahnoor," he called my name for the first fucking time since I've met him, and shivers ran down my spine, even stronger now, "I was trying to help." Standing up, he took a step forward, I took one back.
Not now, please, don't do me like this now. "Don't!" I hissed, trying to hide how frightened I am of him coming near me now. "Don't get close to me or I swear I'm going to fucking murder you, Hetherington. You are not worthy of calling me by my name, you bloody bastard. Don't speak to me."
He clenched his fists and jaw, "You,"
"Don't!" I hissed.
"Stop being a bitch, he was helping you, if he hadn't, you would have fucking exploded together with the arena and possibly us," Soleil yelled at me, standing in front of her brother and I flinched, my mind confused, only then remembering that we were not alone.
"What... no... I..." I felt my eyes crying that substance again, shaking I raised my hand and touched my cheek, and the second I stared down at my fingers and found the black cold oily substance tainting my finger, everything began to circle around me.
As I felt my body falling down slowly, feeling as if something was shocking my brain and hard, a broken cry leaving my lips, I heard his voice from afar, "Arianna," screaming my name as if in panic.
Everything went black.