[COLOR=GRAY][INDENT][INDENT][i]Lorcán sat outside the infirmary, his hands between his knees while his head hung low. Lance had been rushed inside, his injuries deemed life-threatening. On either side of Lorcán sat his parents, his father, Aiden was completely stoic, his expression grim while his mother gave Lorcán a reassuring squeeze before reapplying the ice pack to the back of his head.[/i]

[i]The Pattersons had been notified the minute Lance’s injuries had been discovered. Third-degree burns covered his body, inflicting mass trauma that left him incohesive and desperately clinging to life. He was found nearly naked, any residual clothing burned and tattered, melded with the melted skin that barely covered the sinew and tissue beneath.[/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“I came as fast as I could,”[/color] The grandfatherly voice of Dr. Jonas Lehrer broke the tense silence as Lorcán lifted his reddened eyes towards the bald man.[/i]

[i][color=#ef5e49]“It’s not good, Jonas,”[/color] Aiden replied, [color=#ef5e49]“It’s worse than last time,”[/color][/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“And our boy has no recollection of what happened?”[/color][/i]

[i][color=#fe650d]“No,”[/color] Lorcán managed to croak out before his mother leaned over to put a hand on his back reassuringly.[/i]

[i][color=#a64d79]“He took a nasty blow to the head, Lorcán stated he blacked out and woke up to find Lance in the condition he was in. The doctors have already looked at le petit prince and found that he has a minor concussion.” [/color][/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“Talk me through the events that led to this moment,” [/color]Jonas replied as Aiden stood and put an arm on his mentor’s back, leading the older man away from his wife and child.[/i]

[i][color=#ef5e49]“Why don’t we take a walk?”[/color][/i][/INDENT][/INDENT][CENTER][COLOR=#AC0D01][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5504477][img]https://i.imgur.com/AW1mFws.jpeg[/img][/url][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=#E64C09][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]The Office of Dr. Miranda Rivers[/I] - [I]Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, Dundas Island, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#E64C09][b]Dance Monkey #4.022:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Viva Las Vengeance[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=#AC0D01][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=#E64C09][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]None[/i][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=#E64C09][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]House of Memories[/I][/right][/SUP]
[INDENT]Miranda’s mental projection sized up the Apparition. Whatever it was, it had grown powerful, feeding on Lorcán’s guilt and self-pity, indulging those emotions to the boy and then siphoning those feelings back into itself and taking further root within the younger Roth’s mind. 

But any guilt that Lorcán felt for how he looked at Amma was trite compared to that which leached out from behind the mental barriers. The Apparition leaned on the projected walls of Lorcán’s mind, the emulated tendrils of red and silver coming from its hands injecting themselves into every crack and fracture before shattering the artificial blockage and freeing the guilt inside. 

Miranda watched it grow, feeding as Lorcán further retreated into his own mind. Everytime it became stronger, Miranda could feel herself having to fight harder to stay within the boy’s mind, let alone preventing Lorcán from losing himself to whatever entity had claimed him as its own.

[color=#ffffff]“What are you?”[/color] She asked. It looked like Amma, but it wasn’t her, more like a version of the girl viewed through a mirror darkly. The eyes were uncanny, almost inhuman, and there was an insatiable hunger radiating from the visitant. 

[color=#978184]“So many repressed memories,”[/color] The Apparition spoke, [color=#978184]“Each filled with more guilt than the last, who knew the golden boy, the prince of P.R.C.U. could hold so many secrets.”[/color] It smiled wickedly.

[color=#978184]“Could have such a pronounced darkside!”[/color] It suddenly shouted as the Apparition disappeared, Miranda finding herself falling through glimpses of memories before landing on a hard surface. Fractures spread beneath her before suddenly it gave way and she found herself back at a moment she already knew.

[i][color=#ffffff]“Yeah,”[/color] Lance interrupted, [color=#ffffff]“I’m her boyfriend you little punk.” [/color]He winced while opening and closing his hands. [color=#ffffff]“C’mon, Ryan, let's get out of here, the twerp is putting me off.”[/color][/i]

[i][color=#d9d2e9]“I didn’t think we put a label on it yet,”[/color] Ryan muttered, her eyes shooting daggers at Lance. It was in that moment that Lorcán saw his opportunity, ducking under Ryan’s arm and kicking Lance straight in the groan. [/i]

[i]The older boy dropped to his knees, his face twisting into a snarl before lunging forward. Lorcán suddenly found himself gripped by the shirt before his feet left the ground and he was tossed into another corner of the woodshed. A small whimper came out of Lorcán's mouth before his fingers touched the back of his skull. Something warm and moist stained his fingertips but before Lorcán had a chance to react, he felt the wind go out of his lungs courtesy of a boot to his gut.[/i]

[i][color=#d9d2e9]“Lance! Enough!”[/color] Ryan yelled, trying to restrain the older boy before he stretched his hand out and pushed her back with a pulse of his abilities.[/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“He started this fight, I’m finishing it.”[/color] He warned before approaching Lorcán further. [color=#ffffff]“You’re a persistent pintsized punk, but you’re out of your league, and Ryan is out of yours,”[/color] Lance cracked his knuckles before balling his hand into a fist.[/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“And I’ll make sure you remember it-”[/color] His words were interrupted by an agonized yowl. His wide eyes looked down to his foot where Lorcán had stomped on it before superheating the air around himself and pushing the older teen back.[/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“Lance!” [/color]Ryan shouted, moving forward to stop him before Lance simply turned and sent Ryan flying out of the shed.[/i]

[i][color=#fe650d]“No!”[/color] Lorcán cried, frantically flicking his hands open trying to ignite a plasma blade just like Ryan had shown him.[/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“Heh,”[/color] Lance sneered, [color=#ffffff]“Watch how a real man uses his abilities.”[/color][/i]

[i]A pulse of vibrations erupted in all directions, spreading outwards from Lance as the woodshed was reduced to splinters. Debris was scattered in every direction before Lorcán was tossed alongside it. Tools impaled the grass on all sides, narrowly missing the small boy while Lance stood triumphantly among the wreckage.[/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“Did you really think you could win?”[/color] He boasted. Taking a step forward, Lance rolled up his sleeves before reaching towards the fallen boy. Suddenly a blazing beam of red burned a line across the ground, halting Lance in his tracks.[/i]

[i][color=#ef5e49]“Ryan, Lorcán, inside the house now,”[/color] The voice of none other than Aiden Roth bellowed before the papa wolf turned on Lance with a guttural snarl, [color=#ef5e49]“You! Get out of here, I don’t want to see you around my son or Ryan again,”[/color][/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“Your son’s a real piece of work,”[/color] Lance shot back, spitting on the ground. Aiden’s eyes glowed red as he reared himself up, his gaze unwavering as he watched Lance suddenly back and slink backwards.[/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“I’m going, I’m going,” [/color]He raised his hands, motioning towards Ryan, [color=#ffffff]“C’mon, babe, let’s let the baby go wth his daddy.”[/color][/i]

[i][color=#d9d2e9]“No,” [/color]Ryan replied shrilly, barely masking the horror in her voice. [color=#d9d2e9]“One, I’m not your babe, two I’m not going anywhere with you, and three, I, most importantly,”[/color] She stopped, helping Lorcán to his feet before putting an arm protectively around the young boy.[/i]

[i][color=#d9d2e9]“I decide what league I play in,” [/color]She retorted, [color=#d9d2e9]“And it certainly isn’t whatever that display was.”[/color][/i]

[i][color=#ef5e49]“House, now.”[/color] Aiden interjected, his tone made it clear he wouldn’t repeat himself again as Ryan quickly obliged.[/i]

[i][color=#ffffff]“This isn’t over, babe!”[/color] Lance yelled before disappearing into the distance. Aiden watched the older student, his eyes continuing to glow red while Tori helped Ryan and Lorcán into the house.[/i]

[i]He had no doubt about one thing, that boy was the worst kind of trouble.[/i][/INDENT][/INDENT][/COLOR]