One teardrop followed the other, as the thunderstorm raging outside, accompanied the melancholy gradually creeping into Aros' heart.
He took a step, two steps forward, refusing to believe the harsh reality of his mother's lifeless body, adorning the carpeted ground.
Her fingers clutched a small parchment, and blue eyes stayed open, her skin, gradually loosing it's shine.
Aros' hand went to hold his mother's, as the small scroll fell off. Her finger tips had gone cold.
He turned to stare at the open back door where the terrace loomed, the restless storm spewed rain into the room, and Aros let the cold numb this nightmare.
"No, no, no!!" he screamed, desperately wishing reality would make sense again.
"Mr. Linton, you haven't turned the next slide" his biochemistry lecturer's voice suddenly pulled him from that suffocating haze.
"Yes?" Aros questioned, as trembling fingers moved to clean his reddened eyes.
"The next slide" Mr. Simon, the lecturer, repeated.
"Oh" as though realizing, Aros clicked the right button on his PC and the lights emanating from the screen, grounded him.
Sliding his drooping glasses back up his gaze, Mr. Simon made his way forward, to where the projector contents were being displayed. His voice soon carried on towards the topic.
A pair of worried eyes followed Aros' low anxious tapping. Finally feeling the gaze on him, his eyes caught sight of Layla.
Though her blonde locks obscured her eyes, Aros knew she was staring at him.
He nodded slightly, assuring her of his perfect state, then she turned back to her own computer.
The blaring sound of the electric alarm, soon dispersed the learning session.
Aros rushed to arrange his materials, his ocean blue eyes unfocused as his black hair swayed slightly, from time to time.
It didn't take long, before he left the learning space.
The hallways flooded with entities of different races height and scents.
Their body mass took up a lot of space and if the lights safely tucked into the ceilings, hadn't been turned on, a whole lot of collision would definitely occur.
Aros hastily phased through crowds, though one or two people always stopped to stare weirdly at him.
He didn't smell bad, he knew that, it was his eyes, those damn eyes just wouldn't look like everyone else's normal blue, they just had to have a tinge of silver in them.
Aros pulled down his hood sleeves, and he didn't seem phased by the curious glances.
He had almost fully made it into his hostel room, when a harsh force collided with his shoulder.
"Linton" a voice growled dangerously just in front of him.
"What, Bingham?" a bored tone escaped Aros' lips.
"You don't get to ask me what, what the fuck did you do with my tattoo lasers?" Grey Bingham's brown gaze angrily questioned.
"Fuck off," Aros replied in that same uninterested volume, his hands going to push Bingham from the door post.
Aros quickly tossed his sling bag unto his neatly dressed bed, whilst pulling off his hoodie.
"You want to act all chill about that huh?" Bingham's palms clasped around Aros' left shoulder, as he had stepped closer.
That thin thread of patience finally snapped, as an heavy punch connected with Bingham's jaw.
"Oh you bastard!" Grey cursed, and his hands moved with unmatched speed, landing two blows to Aros' jaw and one beside his right eye.
"Bingham's fighting Aros!" someone yelled from the crowded hallway of their dorm.
A mush of guys soon hastily formed outside the door, as punches continuously rained, until they sighted someone calmly walking towards the scene.
He didn't speak, nor push his way through, they made a path for him.
"That's enough, Bingham," that calm voice spoke.
Grey looked up from where his hands barely hooked Aros' shirt.
His gaze moved to meet those forest green eyes, and he could tell they looked pissed.
Grey didn't speak with him, he stormed out of the room furiously and with him, the gathered crowd navigated separate paths. The show was over.
Aros moved around the room as his hands picked up a first aid kit, wanting to tend to the wound beside his eye, which had gradually started bruising.
He cleaned his wounds as those forest green eyes stayed locked on him. He hadn't left.
"Stop staring already Nate, just get mad at me, that's what you want to do anyways," Aros finally spoke.
"You could have at least broken his nose, I'm disappointed" A dry chuckle escaped Nate's throat, that movement caused his black hair which was slightly longer at the front, to sway with the rhythm.
His hands gently went to arrange his hair back as the ring on his index finger glinted a bit.
"How are you feeling?" Nate spouted a question at Aros though the weight it carried was one the latter could easily recognize.
Nate wasn't asking about the little brawl he had with Bingham, he was asking about Aros state of mind and wellbeing.
"Fine" giving a simple reply Aros went back to cleaning his other wounds.
Nate sighed as he stared at this younger year student, the person he had chosen as a brother long before now.
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Somewhere on the sixth floor of Da Vere college, a third year female student, had ended there in sought for solitude.
Dust hung around some empty lockers and the lights there flickered from time to time, an evidence that this place hadn't been used in a really long time.
Nelly munched her chips slowly, as she read through what looked like a sci-fi literature.
She was turning towards the next page, when she heard a locker open just behind her, in the empty hallway.
Turning around slowly, she craned her neck from where she sat and the flickering lights didn't make it any easier to spot who or what had made the sound.
Thinking it was just one of those students who liked to sometimes use this floor for carnal release, Nelly ignored the sound.
Not even up to a minute later, the same sound creaked again.
This time, she quickly stood, and completely faced behind her, the lights there had stopped flickering and the place had gone completely dark.
For a while, nothing happened, until she finally noticed it. It wasn't the light from a lamp or bulb.
This was different, it was red like two comets, staring at her through the darkness unblinkingly.
Slowly, something made way out of the hazy darkness, and when one of the flickering lights finally came on, it sparked upon a creature that of bones, making it's way towards her.
"AH" Nelly shrieked, turning her back to flee from whatever was after her. Her mistake.