Snippet #2222788

Atomsk stared at the stars a while, his mind pondering many things. His mind had gone over what had happened with Franki many time. It seemed surreal to him, and every time he replayed it, he shook his head again, for it seemed even more unlikely. But it continued to bring a smile to his face.

But then his mind went to the old man in the entrance hall. He was still worried. He then remembered his promise. He decided he should make his way out to the roof. He didn't get a chance though. The teacher who he'd promised had tapped his foot to get his attention. He looked up at her.

"He's doing okay, we're sending all the students to their dorms though. Just as...a precaution. If anything changes...I'll let you know. No one will see him. Not until he wakes up."

A small smile worked its way onto his face. Good. He was about to respond, but he saw a tear form in her eye. He decided to leave her alone. He nodded, and she walked off.

He wanted to see him as soon as possible. He didn't even know the mans name. The man who gave him a second chance. He meant the world to Atomsk in a way he didn't understand. He wanted to look him in the face, and shake his hand. He was sure he already knew who he was, but he would introduce himself awkwardly.

The idea made him smile. Fatigue finally took a hold of Atomsk. He closed his eyes, and sleep quickly took him.

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Gunshots. Screams. Blood. And then apologies. After that, the only noise was his scream, and the howl of the wind......

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Another nightmare. Atomsk didn't jolt awake. He didn't open his eyes quickly. He didn't even sweat anymore. He just woke up. He had been having nightmares since that night. He had gotten used to it long ago. He sat up, and looked at his iPod for the time, it still being dark out.

4 A.M

Barely 4 hours of sleep. He grumbled. He didn't feel tired, but for once he wished he could actually get a decent amount of sleep. He stood up, and brushed the debris that had accumulated over the night off of his person.

He looked at the nearby building. He decided to do another run on it. This time though, along the length of it, giving him a longer run. He ran up the side of the building as before, and then he ran to the other end, doing various jumps and slide to avoid obstacles. He jumped off the edge, and tucked and rolled before he hit the ground. Barely a sweat. He turned around and ran it again. And again. He ended up doing it 4 times before he stopped.

He wiped his brow with his sleeve. Still not to much of a workout. He decided to head to his dorm to shower and wash his clothes. His boots clacked loudly in the hallways once more. He didn't think they would wake anybody. Regardless, he tried to step softer, avoiding making so much noise. He walked into a quiet dorm. He closed the door quietly behind him, still avoiding trying to wake anybody.

He walked to the bathroom, and pulled everything out of his pockets, which was quite a bit. His knives, playing cards, dice, toothbrush and paste, shampoo, conditioner. He sat it on the counter. He took off all his clothes, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He took the clothes to a nearby washing machine, started it, and walked back to the shower. He got in, and turned the water onto hot. It took a second to warm up, and after it did, Atomsk got his whole body wet. His height once again hindered him, having to lean down to get his hair in the shower. He got it wet and washed it thoroughly. He looked down as his upper body as he finished washing his hair. He had a lot of scars. A few bullet wounds, quite a few stab wounds. Cuts that never healed right. He smiled. He wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.

He took a handful of water and splashed it in his face. He turned off the water, and reached for the towel outside the shower. He found it, and wrapped it around his waist again. He threw his wet clothes into the dryer, and returned to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth. They were very white he realized. His larger then normal canines giving him a unique smile. He sat in the bathroom a while, deciding to flip his knife while waiting for his clothes.

He went and threw on his warm clothes, wondering where his hat and bandana had gone. He decided he didn't care, abandoning them as relics of a life he left behind. He replaced the items in his pockets, and walked towards the door, when he realized an announcement posted on the door. Report to the Auditorium at noon.

He looked at his iPod again, looking at the time. 7 A.M. He had plenty of time. Most everyone else was still asleep. He walked down to the cafeteria. He was in luck, they were already serving food. He took huge helpings of each, eating them quickly. He must have looked like a monster to those who walked in. Especially after his second, and third helpings. He wondered when Franki and Kael would be around. He smiled when he thought of Kael talking to the redhead last night. Looks like Kael had made a friend too. It was 9 o'clock now, and Atmosk was contemplating fourths...