[B L O O D]

[Kweschon [.?]]

[ooc: this is private]

O U C H.

I just stabbed myself. I am staying on my dorm because I am fixing my things. I am new, that's why. Well, I had stabbed myself since I was fixing my ice pick putting it at my pretty shoes. Well, it's my weapon. I need it more now since we cannot use our alice. While I was getting it, I accidentally stabbed my right leg. Now, I cannot damn move to go to the infirmary. Well, I had a hard time trying to go there for some medical treatment. Well, to my nervousness, I reached the infirmary at time.

I was weak, since bloods are wasted on my way. There are tracks where blood can be follow and will reach the infirmary. I talked to the doctor to treat me but he left his things in his car. He rushed out told me to lie down on one of the bed and rest for a while. I was wearing a fitted plain white sleeveless shirt and a loose black jeans with my black converse. I took off my shoes so my feet can rest. My ice pick is really sharp. Oh, where it was again?

"Oh I forgot. My ice pick wher--"

I touched my shoes and socks but it wasn't there. Maybe it fell off while I was on my way here. I need to find it fast, somebody might see it and own it. It was my favorite knife then. The doctor was not yet back. Where is his damn car parked? My leg was aching really hard that I can't move that much.

"Ouch"

[anonymous]

The sight of blood tracks didn't really disturb him. In fact, it intrigued his interest.

He had been walking back to his dorm rooms when his eyes caught sight of blood trails leading to the building where the infirmary was held. At first, he was just staring at it with apathy and revulsion, then something within him stirred. It had been so long since he had last seen an injured person...beg for mercy.

That was wrong. Nevertheless, he wanted to see what happened. He was hoping to see some remnants of a fight; but with the Alice ban, it might have only been a boring brawl. How troublesome.

On the way, he spotted a small knife sticking out of the bushes. Frowning, he bent over and picked it up, rolling the instruments around his fingers. An ice pick. Where could this have come from? Perhaps the students who needed some weapon quite badly? He stared at his fingers. He never thought of using weapons. His hands were deadly enough- with or without his powers.

He smiled. Pocketing the weapon, he continued on.

It didn't take him long before he arrived at the infirmary. He pushed the door open, looked around, and to his dismay found a girl- perhaps new- sitting on the bed looking as if she was looking for something. Smiling a little more, he held out the object he had picked up earlier and asked; "Is this thine, mon ami?" in his British accented voice.

[Kweschon [.?]]

[ooc: didn't know i was sitting down >D]

As I heard those words, I responded by turning my head, then stared at the guy. The guy has brown hair and he was holding my ice pick. Maybe he is the one who had seen it on the way. And obviously he had followed the blood track. I didn't smile or react of what he said. I wasn't scared. He can't use his alice. So I just answered his question. But I didn't really understand what he said. Maybe an accent, a British accent. But the only question he can ask while holding my ice pick is if that is mine.

"That. Is mine, yeah"

I answered nervously. Well, I am scared on other strangers especially those who I never wanted to talk to. He looks harmless. Well, looks can be deceiving as what everyone knows. But the thing I am worried about is my stabbed leg. My blood can overflow until I became pale because I will be having a blood shortage. I looked outside trying to see if the doctor is here. But there is no time. I looked at the guy. He can't help me. Then I felt dizzy. The symptoms are beggining. I let out a short sound of pain.

I looked at the guy while holding my stabbed leg, not really the stabbed part. I don't care about my dignity now, I just needed some help to cure my damn stabbed leg. I asked for help to the guy.

"Whoever you are, can you please help me? If you can do anything, please do it"

Then I looked at my stabbed leg. I was bloody. I can't even stare at it for 5 seconds. It was disgusting. Then I felt more dizzy and unconsciously lied on the bed. I can't take the pain anymore.

[anonymous]

[ooc: oops. Didn't read properly. >>;;]

"Whoever you are, can you please help me? If you can do anything, please do it"

She was desperate. Asking for help. Pleading, even. He was a stranger to her, so why did she dare ask for his assistance? Simple. He was the only one right then available to her. And she was in pain. At that, he smiled.

"But I do not have my Alice, mon ami. How am I to help ease thy pain?" he answered easily, the smile widening. "How utterly terrible, agree?"

She was lying on her back now, and slowly Drake made his way to her side, tugging a handkerchief from his pocket. Sometimes one must forget pleasures and move on to the call of duty. Or rather, his habit.

Gently he wrapped her wound with the cloth, knowing for a fact that the gesture wouldn't relieve the pain- just stop the blood flow for a while. Besides, he liked the way the blood tainted his pure handkerchief with red. Would it hurt? Of course it would; it would/ might cause her tremendous pain. But all deeds had a price; and in return for her lost weapon and the kind gesture, he wanted to hear her snap at him. Cry at him or something.

Reaching out with his free hand, he flexed out a finger and deftly placed in on the spot where he presumed her wound might be beneath the cloth. Slowly he stroked it, then with a malicious grin now deforming his smooth face, he pressed hard.

[Kweschon [.?]]

Still feeling pain. I can't seem to move. Then, a few seconds later, the guy spoke. He told me that he can't do anything because he cannot use his alice. I just tried to ignore him that time because that would make me angry. People with alice sometimes depends on their alice too much. And this guy does. But I changed my mind when he did something. He tied a handkerchief on where my stabbed leg is. I kind of smile since he helped me. Not to take away the pain but to stop the blood to flow. Well, the blood is important than me. Pain can be cure but it's hard to find a AB-.

But something shocked me. I thought I saw him grinning looking at my stabbed leg which he is done tying the handkerchief. Or I was just imagining. Then, I was feeling a bit okay since there's no blood flowing, makes me revitalize for a while. Suddenly when I was resting, I felt something touched my stabbed part. It gets harder and harder. I kind of shouted with pain. I looked at the guy and he was the one. Why did he did that? I was feeling more pain now. But he did one right thing; to put the handkechief so the blood won't flow. I will only feel pain, which I can take for some minutes. But he pushed it so hard.

"What are you doing?"

Then I shouted with pain again. What could have come in his mind. Maybe he likes blood. That's what I could guess as he looks at my aching leg. I don't know what to do. I don't like to beg at him coz' that would make me look stupid. I just tried to stop him by sitting down and then I. Um. What should I do? Suddenly I hugged him. Tightly as what I can imagine. But there is a big reason why I did that. I placed the ice pick near to his right neck where my head is place and then make a small, not deep cut there and lick the blood that flows there. Which means I kinda lick his neck but a kiss style.

"I can kill you in a second. Don't try to do that or will both die now"

[anonymous]

He froze as the ice pick grazed the skin of his neck, drawing blood. She was fighting back, that's what it was. They were in
an odd position- she was hugging him now, but not in any romantic way. She meant trouble. Danger. And he found that amusing.
Moreover, when she had started to lick at his blood, countless goose bumps moved up and down his arms. It wasn't her words
though, or the pain. Rather, it was because of her gesture. She really knew how to match her movements and words properly.
The kiss would have signified as sweet torture, and the blood a threat. Bittersweet fear and the urge to retaliate bubbled in his stomach.

"I can kill you in a second. Don't try to do that or will both die now."

He laughed, a low, guttural sound of pleasure and amusement, colored by mock and sarcasm. "Tough talk, chere. But would thou honestly shed blood inside this room?" He said afterwards, grinning. "Besides, I was merely trying to see how painful it is for thee, mon ami."

Sarcasm and mockery continued to drip from his words, and he shoved her away, although a bit gently. She was still a female. A wounded one at that.

"Thou arth a patient; thou mustn’t keep sharp objects in thy body." he said huskily, grabbing the weapon without further questions, not wanting to convince her any further since there wasn't any visible chance she'd say yes. He twirled the blade in his fingers once more, stopping immediately with the blade facing himself. He tilted it to the side and brought it to his neck. "Is this what you had in mind, girl?" His eyes sparkled in malice. "I'm not really the kind who'd hesitate inflicting my own wound."

[Kweschon [.?]]

[ooc: don't act so gentleman >.<]

As I heard the words coming out form the guy's mouth, I froze. Yes, I cannot shed blood in this room especially when I am on this situation. But I was irritated when I heard his sarcastic sentence. Well, he is so pathetic. I still didn't move but he pushed me a bit and like properly. It's really hard to understand his accent but I am really trying. He said that I shouldn't place sharp objects my body. Then he grabbed my weapon. How dare he. But my body didn't respond, it's like I let him have it.

Then he positioned my knife into his neck and asked my if that's in my mind.I nodded and smirked with small laughs. I looked at him and answered his question.

"You are wrong. I don't wish to kill you. I just tried you. Sorry if I scared you that much"

Well, I don't really expect he would think that I will really kill him. I thought he was gonna think it's a game. Well, I don't really understand this guy. I smiled at him, for the first time. I never smile at people who I don't like but I just cannot stop myself. Then I suddenly hold his hand and get the knife properly and gently from his hand. His hand is smooth. Then I feel my leg aching. I think I will die now.

But it's my first time here at Alice Academy.Then, the doctor came and cure me. He said I should rest first and do not move unnecessarily. I lie down and stared at the boy. I was curious about him, and his whole information.

"By the way. PAIN"

[anonymous]

[ooc: I'm sorry, it's the way S N A K E is. >D]

"You are wrong. I don't wish to kill you. I just tried you. Sorry if I scared you that much."

He said nothing in reply, just shrugging as the blade was taken from him once more. He wasn't really expecting her to get frightened- sadists came and met, he thought quietly- but what she had told him was enough information from where he'd gather her as someone out of the ordinary. Or rather, to be more specific, someone almost out of his league. He had to change tactics.

She flashed a smile at him, sweet and pretty despite her feelings, and electricity moved up and down his arm once her fingers met his. She pried the ice prick from my fingers agonizingly slow, and he refused to raise his eyes as she did so. Then just as abruptly, she stopped, and remembered her leg. Perhaps the pain had come back.

The doctor in charge of the place returned at last and did his job on her. A little while later, she was told to rest and not to move from the bed if not needed. She had lain down, and was staring at him, scrutinizing him with her eyes. "By the way. PAIN."

He cocked his head as her words flowed out and gave meaning to his brain, the well-oiled cogs and gears moving to work. "Thy name is...Pain?" he asked quietly once the doctor had left. "I'm Drake."

[ooc: it's neater this way! =D]

[Kweschon [.?]]

[ooc: ebil >D]

He asked me if my name is Pain. Well, it's okay to ask because I didn't say it clearly and properly. I just said my name. I just smiled which means saying YES. Then, he introduced himself. He's name is Drake. Kind of a sea serpent. Hm. Weird. I was glad that we know each other now because a lot of things happened. But we didn't even know who are we talking to.

Well, he was the only person who helped me and also the one who gave me the worst pain of my life. Except the thing when I can't remember anything.

"I am sorry about the little slice on your neck"

I told him that. I wasn't really expecting anything bad. Well, I just wanted to know if he would react or not. And he reacted so much. Wait, I wanna know his alice. Even though we can't use it. Well, so I can prepare if we meet again and the restrictors are off.

"What's your alice?"

"Drake."

[anonymous]

[ooc: That's a rather common insult. xD]

She gave a smile which might have confirmed her name as Pain. How peculiar; perhaps her parents have not thought up a good name when she was young, or it was some nickname to frighten her adversaries. Whatever it was, that was the title he must call her from then on.

Pain.

"I am sorry about the little slice on your neck"

He raised his hand and touched the side of his neck without much though. "Oh, this? It's nothing. My own fault, really." Which was true. He never really cared about any wounds inflicted by anybody- unless of course it could have been poisonous. Her ice pick was normal, just lethal in its sharpness. But he could live even with the slice on his neck. He had worse cuts.

"What's your alice?" she asked, then added. "Drake."

He gave out a sigh. People always were too curious about other's abilities. "I have the Lifestealing alice." he replied quietly. "I trust thou know how that works, hmm? And how about thee? What alice do you possess?"

[Kweschon [.?]]

He said that the slice was his own fault. Hm. Maybe. I smiled a bit and then back to my normal 'no expression' face. Then, he said his alice was Lifestealing alice. That shocked me. Good thing we have restrictors or I can die by his alice, especially his war freak side. He said that maybe I know how it works. Well, I do. From it's name, yeah. He can steal life? Not. It's like draining and draining maybe until somebody is dead. A Touch of death, that can be another name for it.

Then, he asked me what do I possess. Do I really need to answer that question? I think I shouldn't say it. But, he told his, so I need to tell mine too.

"My alice? Oh."

"It's. Spirit Movement Alice."

[ooc: block-age]

[anonymous]

"It's. Spirit Movement Alice."

His eyes widened at that. From the name, he could safely presume that she could separate her soul from her stationary body at a given time and with distance limits. It could prove useful for plenty of things- and for that moment he could only name a few. Perhaps she would lend him a hand someday.

"Interesting, Pain. As interesting as thy own name." He tilted his head to the side. "But tell me, what do thou plan to do with it once you've exited the confines of this school?"

[Kweschon [.?]]

[ooc: now imma gonna try to make it long >D]

He said my alice was interesting. I was really flattered. He was the only person who said my alice was interesting. Nobody liked my alice because it's creepy and weirder than the other alices. Then he said it's interesting like my name. Well, my name is pretty weird though, but I liked and loved it so much now because it's appropriate to my other personality.

Then he asked me what is my plan if I exited the confine of the school. I didn't know what he meant about that but I think he was mentioning about if the restrictors are taken off. Hmm. Good question, what is my plan? Maybe do something that will make me a war freak again. Hmm.

"Maybe I'm gonna use my alice to kil-, I mean to take care of some things I wanna take care. Maybe that's my plan"

I slipped off. Oh sh*t. I rotated my eyes 2 times because of my big big mistake. Then I grabbed my ice pick and look at it's sharp blade. It's really lethal. I smiled while rotating it. Then a nurse came. I saw her holding my bag, and I was shocked. She was smiling at me and gave me my bag.

"The doctor said you should change your clothes now because of the blood so we can wash your clothes"

Then she left. I looked at drake and then to my bag. Hmm. This school really cares for their students. Good thing this is the place I've fallen to. I stood up even though my stabbed leg isn't good that much. I need some support to stand. But I can't see anything. And my bad is so heavy. I didn't want to ask Drake to help me since he had helped me a lot. I tried but I can't. I sighed and stood up. But then I fell, and it really hurts.

"Damn"

[anonymous]

"Maybe I'm gonna use my alice to kil-, I mean to take care of some things I wanna take care. Maybe that's my plan"

There came the mistake that was forcefully hidden in her words- and he found himself smiling in spite of that. She wasn't the goody-two-shoes, innocent little girl he thought her to be- or rather, he was wishing against. There were only a certain person whom he'd forgive to be as angelic, and she wasn't it. Not as if she was implying to be one. As if to hide from her embarrassment, she started twindling her ice pick between her fingers, just as he did, while smiling. He knew she was admiring how beautiful- and how deadly- her little weapon could be. SHe wasn't wrong. From where he was, he could see the sharp point glimmer in the clinic light. Inviting. Threatening. And maybe perhaps soothing, to the likes of himself. Masochists. What a pity.

There came a nurse with a bag, which he could presume was filled with clothes- and he wasn't wrong. She told her patient to change so that the blood-stained clothes could be taken care of. When the nurse had gone, Pain turned her gaze to me then back again at sack. Thinking that it might've mean something like, 'get lost I'm gonna dress up', he stood to take his leave and maybe come back again when she finished.

But as he got up to leave, he saw her attempting to stand in the corner of his eyes. In her condition, she wouldn't be able to do much; even right now her leg was trembling, threatening to fall. By instinct, he turned to say something- stop her, at least- when she lost footage and fell.

"Damn."

Hiding a grin, he crouched to her position on the floor. "If thou arth too stubborn to seek for help, then I think it's a good idea to dress sitting down." he cocked his head to the side, successfully putting on his 'innocent' look. "I'm not perverted- if that's what thou arth worried about." Honestly he wasn't, but he knew she might've been scared of that fact. Females could be so hard-headed sometimes.