It's Saturday, a day when the students can all rest and laze around in the school dormitory or even go to the city of Stolzstadt. A day full of a beautiful wonderful sensation called free time. All the students get embraced by the affectionate hands of father time, which gives them time to be free from the weight of school... Well except for certain students.
In the usual rectangular classroom with two doors, a blackboard in front, and windows planted on the walls, were 5 students spending detention time. These students felt like punished souls rotting in purgatory.
They glanced outside at the small image of students laying on grassy fields. They all shared envy toward the free students who roamed outside.
Then suddenly a loud smack destroyed the peaceful silence. A girl stood up, she was the one who produced that sound. This girl's hair had the color of the sky and the pupils in her eyes were like the stars that shined brightly during the night. She wore blue sweatpants, the school's polo shirt, and a black tie. She wore a ring made of ice on every single finger on her hands.
She yelled out something to the other students. With much anger and boredom, she voiced out her small mostly empty mind. The other students nodded in agreement, they all shared the same feelings after all.
Seeing this, the girl's ego was stroked. She began to voice out more of her thoughts. She slammed the table with every useless idea she had and threw snow and snowflakes whenever she lost track.
The room was now filled with snow and stupidity. After the long speech, the girl fell asleep on her chair. Her head rested on her cold wooden table.
On one of the snow piles, a gilded metal gauntlet emerged. The arm pushed the snow away, revealing a gilded suit of armor. The armor climbed out and sat on top of the snow pile.
The suit of armor was something that could only be described as elegant... And also compensating I guess. The backside of the gauntlets was embedded with three red crystals each. A big one in front of the fingers followed by two small ones, all in a straight line. The sabatons, at first glance, seemed to be the same as those the knights wear but upon closer inspection, their sides were engraved with runes that no ordinary magician could read. The helmet had no visor. It was a blank oval helmet that only contained two straight empty lines that provided the user with vision. The Leggings were smooth and had no visible lines except for the poleyn which was also engraved in runes. The shoulders were covered by the black robe that the armor wore. The faulds were round in shape and had tassets reaching just above the knees. The chest plate had a singular flower in the middle also gilded
The gilded suit of armor spat out complaint after complaint. The voice was slightly feminine but spoke like a cranky grampa. The complaints were all aimed toward another student inside the snow-filled room.
The student in question was a crimson-haired girl with brown amber eyes. Aside from the usual uniforms, she wore fingerless red gloves and a red bandana on her left ankle. The girl was throwing snow out the opened window, which fell on the students far below them.
The girl strode and pushed away the snow while moving towards the armored student. The muscles in her body were enveloped in magic, it flowed throughout her body over and over again, boosting her strength and durability.
The girl grabbed the complaining student and carried him towards the front of the window. The student didn't try to resist, only hurling insults at the girl. She threw the student like a piece of paper out the window.
From the 4th story room, they were currently on, the gilded student was hurled towards the soft yet hard grassy ground. The impact made a loud booming noise and a small crater.
The girl dusted her hands and began to throw more snow out of the window. Under one of the piles of snow she threw, was another student who had given up life.
The student was a girl with a black twin tails haircut. She had green eyes and a curved scar on her forehead. She was wearing the usual uniform and had a leather belt with a leather scabbard.
The girl opened her mouth and rambled about life to the crimson-haired student. The cold atmosphere became even colder and a lot gloomier. The crimson-haired student stopped and sat on her chair and began contemplating life.
There were minutes of silence, the only sounds that could be heard were the occasional snoring of the sleeping girl. But then suddenly the door swung open followed by a person imitating the sound of a trumpet.
The person was a gray-haired boy covered in dirt and dry blood. He carried a plague doctor mask which he threw immediately onto the snow-filled ground. He had a black eye on his rigth eye and dark spots on his face. He walked slowly over the snow and sat on an empty chair.
His slightly bent arms reached under the desk and took out a glass jar full of sugary water and orange slices. He opened the jar and took a handful of orange slices. He opened his mouth, which was missing a few teeth, and gobbled the oranges.
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A bright orange light came from the boy which awoke the sleeping girl. The girl rubbed her eyes and looked at the boy whose wounds were healing. The girl took out a deck of cards under her desk. She began to create a pyramid using her cards.
The door was then swung open again which sent a gust of air towards the three cards tall pyramid which almost toppled it. The student wearing a gilded suit of armor walked angrily towards the crimson-haired student who was still deep into thought. The gilded student softly moved his hand towards the shoulder of the girl. He then slapped her on the face.
The girl with the cards was now about to put on her finale. At five cards tall she was carefully hovering the final two cards on top. There were sweats on her forehead and her hands were shaking. The cards softly touched which shook the whole pyramid.
With even more sweat on her head, she felt like one wrong single move would topple her whole card empire. She moved with precision, using every nerve in her body to perform the most delicate action. Her hands slowly moved and froze the pyramid cards together.
She wiped the sweat on her head and yelled out a victorious scream. The card pyramid stood triumph full of glory and pride, it was frozen to her wooden table. It was then struck by a flying gilded student.
The gilded student laid on top of the wreckage, it seemed he was punched away by the crimson-haired student. He pulled out a black raygun that had the word DELVIGNE written on it.
The raygun fired a green beam which moved slowly through the air. The crimson student touched the beam out of curiosity. She was electrocuted, and her bones were revealed like a cartoon character. A puff of smoke aroused from her body which shrouded her.
When the smoke dissipated, a small plushie of the girl was sitting there. The gilded student confusingly tried to read the small black words on the raygun. But because it was black on black, he was unable to.
He then felt a sudden small tapping on his shoulder. His helmet turned towards an angered girl. The girl pointed at scattered icy cards around the gilded student. She gave him a look of disappointment and began to lecture him about the downfalls of past powerful empires.
She told him about Fuaco and the dangers of putting your nursery next to the active volcano. She told him about Parola d'ordine and how you should always remember to log out of the public library computer. And finally, she told him about France and its abundance of guillotines.
The gilded student simply patted the head of the girl and then shot himself with the ray gun because of extreme boredom. He was turned into a S**4S Er-900 cash register.
The door was then slammed open. Again. This time it was a girl with pink hair and a green hat. She was wearing a green tracksuit and carrying four black bombs that had white skulls painted on them.
"Special delivery for um a Piss Lee?" Said the girl wearing a tracksuit.
"It's Finley! The 5th student inside detention." Yelled a ruffled voice that came from one of the empty seats. "Also you ruined it, Rosemary, we were supposed to not speak the whole chapter and you fucking ruined it!"
Rosemary grumpily closed the door behind her and walked towards the pissed-off chair. She dropped the bombs around the chair and handed it a piece of parchment. "Please sign here." She said pointing at the bottom.
The chair's base gruesomely began to contort and bend into a more round shape. The wooden chair was covered in red scales and its legs began to transform into scaly legs with black claws. The back of the chair was split in half and was turned into giant metal fans. A red tail spurt from the back of the now plump body. A two-horned red-scaled reptile head emerged in the front.
Using its right front leg, the ink began to drip from one of its claws. Finley signed the parchment gracefully. "Thanks. By the way, where is Alphonsine?"
"She became a doll." Finley's spiked tail transformed into a metal tube that shot out fire at the strings of the bomb. Upon seeing that the bombs were lit, Rosemary ran to the door.
"That's going to kill us all!"
Her hand pressed against the handle of the door, she tried to turn it but it was cold to the touch and stuck. She gave a confused look to the Shabina who was whistling and twirling her hair.
Rosemary backed away and pointed her index finger at the door."Typical dumbass." Her magic began to gather around her finger creating a small convulsing white ball.
A purple katana sliced the orb in a downward motion. Both halves of the white orb then evaporated, leaving a white smoke. She violently grabbed and shook Bridget. "What the fuck are you doing!"
With a frown and a monotone voice, Bridget responded. "You know, your struggle is pointless. Death will still greet you later if it fails to do so now."
Rosemary's eyes quickly bounced all over the room. The bombs were almost about to explode and the door was locked. With sweat on her face, her eyes locked onto the open window. She knew that they were currently on the 4th floor but there was a much higher chance of surviving the fall than the four explosives.
Like a bowling ball, she threw Bridget into the punchable Shabina. She then sprinted towards the window, jumping over the cash register and onto one of the tables, she leaped towards the open table.
Carver stood up, and with the glass jar in his left hand, he dashed towards the window, his hand moving like a rocket grabbed the window and closed it shut.
*Ding*
Rosemary's head slammed onto the thick glass windows.
*Thud*
She fell to the ground, her head had a small bump from the impact, and her pupils were bouncing inside her eyes. "Now you might be asking why? Well because I, Carver Dmitri Baxter have a dream, wh-"
*KABOOOOOOOOOM*
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It was Saturday afternoon. An unkempt boy with spectacles stood before six stone tombstones. He was holding a freshly opened bottle of high-class wine. Using his empty hand, he wiped away the tears coming from his topaz yellow eyes. He began to pour the wine evenly among the graves. When the bottle was empty, he placed it gently next to his black Academy shoes.
He gazed among the clear sky. With tears in his eyes, he could see all six of his classmates waving goodbye to him. He yelled out of frustration. The deaths of his friends hurt him immensely and yet deep down he knew that they were to be blamed for their own deaths.
He dropped down onto his knees and clenched his right breast pocket. He took all the despair and sadness inside him and yelled it all out. "Why did they explode my RAYGUN!"