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Full Name: Christopher David Russell
Nicknames: If you're a co-worker, it's Chris. To students, it's Mr. Russell. Yeah, let's see how long that lasts.
Age: 23
Birthdate: 29/4/1989
Home Town: Let me see... I was born in Ireland, moved to New York when I was one, went to Arcana in California for four years and then went to Stanford for five years. And now I'm back at Arcana!
Sexuality: Straight. I like women only, just to make that clear.

School: Arcana- I take some PE classes and I'm kinda in charge of all of the extra-curriculars. Which essentially means I'm the one you come to if you want to set up a chess club.
Power: Muscle Memory- Basically, if I see someone do something, I can do it instantaneously. But it has to be within my limits. Now, I'm a guy in my early twenties, which means I can do a lot of things. But I can't fire lasers from my eyes. As handy as that would be for a teacher. (Have you done your homework? No. POW!) But I was watching the Olympics, and I can now perform a gymnastics routine to Olympic standard and mimic Usain Bolt's running style. It's great for a PE teacher. And it's pretty handy for extra curriculars as well. But if I'm drunk or in extreme pain, my brain doesn't register it.
Likes: ●Showing off ●Sports ●Trying out things I've just seen ●The Olympics ●Indiana Jones Movies ●Mission Impossible Movies (I can do some of the stunts!) ●The Hunger Games (What's not to like?) ●Okay, so my guilty pleasure is chick flicks. Shoot me. (No, don't actually.)
Dislikes: ~Pain ~Being injured- I hate not being able to do sports. ~Alcohol- It ruins your liver, impairs your mental capacity and I can't replicate anything I see! ~Smoking- It smells digusting, looks disgusting and is extremely unhealthy. ~Having to constantly eat healthily- I like to binge every once in a while. But there's a good take-out place five minutes away! ~History- It's the past and isn't relevant any more!
Fears: Being "Locked In"- A state where your brain functions at full capacity, but your body doesn't.

Personality: Okay, so I'm a little cocky, especially when it comes to sport. I'll put my hand up and admit that. But I'm generally a nice guy. I'd like to think I'm a bit of fun, even when I'm sober. I'll often do something ridiculous on a night out to provide entertainment. Or a night in. It might be anything, from a gymnastics routine to rolling over the table James Bond style. In class, I won't be messed with. I haven't taken any classes yet, but my students I had on my training seemed to respect me. Mainly because I used to challenge them to score penalties against me or to beat me in a rally. Of course, I had to let them beat me a few times. Usually the students who weren't as good as the rest. But if anyone tries to give me crap, I'll set them straight. It's the same with the teachers.

History: My childhood is as boring as hell. I was born to my parents, Daniel and Rosemary Russell, in 1979 in Dublin, Ireland. They weren't that happy there, though, so we moved to New York a year later. We were much happier there. My power was obvious from when I was about six months old. I saw a kid walking on TV, and I was able to stand up and walk. I just went from there. I was always very sporty. Obviously at the age of one I couldn't play like a professional, but my skills matured as I did. I was on all of the school's sports teams, from hockey to gymnastics. My parents realised I was something special and done some research and sent me to Arcana as soon as I was old enough. See what I mean by my childhood was boring?

But after I left Arcana, things got interesting. I won the lottery aged eighteen. I was sensible, and most of it went towards college. But I couldn't resist a few indulgences, like my nice red convertible. Aged twenty, I was spotted by a modelling agency. I was shirtless on a beach, and they obviously liked my body. Hey, sports has it's benefits. I done one campaign, ONE campaign, and I became a superstar overnight. At first, I loved girls screaming my name when I walked down the street. But it was a little unnerving when guys started screaming my name. In the end, I couldn't go out without being mauled by fans and being photographed my magazines who were probably captioning them with things like "Chris goes out to buy some milk!" "Chris is eating a chocolate bar!" It was exhausting. In the end, I cut and dyed my hair and started wearing hoodies and sunglasses. Eventually the hype died down as some other model took over their hearts. I was able to go out without wearing hoodies.

I finished my degree and started looking for a job. A few schools had secetaries that were manic fans, even though I hadn't done a campaign in three years. So I steered clear of them. Other schools were too critical. I was too good-looking, and they thought I would be a male bimbo. But I received an email from a certain Leonardo Marinos, saying that Arcana was taking in the students from Noctrem, and that he needed an extra PE teacher. How exactly he knew I was qualified, and how he knew my email, I don't know. But anyway, I done my interview and I got the job. Simple!

Anything else? I'm still recognised occasionally. Hopefully not by any students, but....

So begins...

Christopher Russell's Story

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#2013-04-13 18:10:25, as written by Korrye

Lulu felt different. Her skin felt electric, like her entire body was suddenly fueling her power. The emotions that coursed through her felt amplified. Fear and panic ebbed as she witnessed Drake courageously running back into the building, the archway over the door cracking. Maybe that was her breaking point. Whatever happened, it felt just like the curse she had laid on Grey so many years ago. But instead of the malicious and sinister feelings of complete hatred that had filled her in that moment, she was filled with something else. Love and hope.

Lulu was so focused on Drake and all of the other people still inside the school that she was startled when someone walked up beside her, someone she wouldn’t have expected to breath a single word to her. Jackson. He stood next to her, barely dressed, one hand in his hair and the other wrapped awkwardly around his bare torso. She swallowed, her white-purple eyes searching him for something. Was he happy to see Drake running inside?

"He'll be okay, you know,” Jackson told her suddenly. Lulu bit on her lower lip, blinking rapidly. “I thought you hated me,” she blurted out suddenly. What a pair they made. Lulu was barely covered herself, her tank top only basic and if anything a little too small. The fabric was barely thick enough to hide the pattern of her bra, while her t-shirt remained wrapped on her arm, increasingly growing red from the gnash from the window glass. She surveyed the chaos around them before looking at Jackson. Lulu didn’t hesitate when she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.

“I have always loved you Jackson Murphy,” she whispered, gripping him tightly, like he was the only floating buoy in the middle of an ocean. “I’m so glad you’re okay. So. So. So. Happy. You have no idea. I know I screwed up. I let you go when you fell in love with Beth. I never said anything just like you never said anything now. But I need you. You can’t just drop me. I may make mistakes, we all do. I need this chance with Drake, but I need my best friend and hell, if it's meant to be it will be.”

Katia’s lungs felt raw within a matter of minutes. She shouted whatever words came to her, mainly every curse she knew under the sun, whether Spanish, Italian or English. She could hear people running by the door, words yelling, people screaming. The shaking was slowing down, but it wasn’t stopping completely. Tremors continued to cause the contents of Leo’s office to shake and rattle. Was this a student’s power or was this mother nature hating on them all?

The door to the office opened suddenly and Katia screamed again, barely able to lift her head to look at who had heard her.

"Katia! I'll get you out!"

Dear lord it was Chris. “Oh my God it’s you,” she breathed. He moved toward her immediately, kneeling to bring a shoulder underneath the gothic bookcase, lifting it just enough so as to get his arms underneath it. He shoved it upward and into place quickly, so much so that he shifted back to fall on him as it swayed. “Chris!” she shrieked. Her hands shot out to him, her power activating as she tried to get him to move. The shelf slammed into his shoulder regardless and she yelled when she felt it herself. She severed the connection immediately, watching him stagger for a second before pushing it back into place permanently, checking himself before he shifted back to her, kneeling. Katia shifted her head back to the couch, feeling her eyes water. The drugs, everything from that morning were the farthest thing from her mind.

"Are you okay? Do you need help getting out?" he asked, his eyes searching her and the room. “I’m in so much pain,” she confessed. “I think it compressed my disk and I’m in withdrawal from painkillers.” The admission came out so bluntly. “I don’t know if I want to move, but I can’t stay here. You can’t stay here.”

It was so confusing. It would be hours before an ambulance came for her, no? “Pick me up,” she told him suddenly. “Keep moving Chris. I can’t move you for you right now.”

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#2013-04-13 19:29:09, as written by partially-stars

"I'm in so much pain. I think it compressed my disk and I’m in withdrawal from painkillers." Her words sent a ripple of concern running through Chris. It made the blood running down the side of his face and the ache of his shoulder seem like a trivial thing. He didn't know what to say. "I don’t know if I want to move, but I can’t stay here. You can’t stay here." He nodded and tried to think of what to say. But still, he couldn't. He was frozen until her next words. "Pick me up," She blurted out. And that was the catalyst he needed. She seemed to know exactly what his problem was, judging by her next words. "Keep moving Chris. I can’t move you for you right now." As gently as he could manage, he slid one arm around her back and the other under her legs and lifted her. "I've got you." He wasn't sure if he said it to comfort himself or her. He didn't know why his thoughts were so muddled. Perhaps the adrenaline in his system was only of benefit when he was moving.

His theory was confirmed as he lifted her as gently as he could. His shoulder flared as the muscles worked, but he didn't allow himself to falter. He held her as close as he could, hoping it would be of some comfort. The office was an assault course. Lucky for both of them, he had always been good at them. He navigated the treacherous room, keeping Katia as steady as he could as he moved.

Once they were out of the office, he had a clear shot to the door. The temptation was there to run, but that could cause too much pain to Katia. He thought only about his actions, and not about anything else. He was suddenly focused, predicting every move, every step he would need to make. The doors were open, and the breeze of fresh air that ran through the reception was like a gift.

As he made it out of the building, he suddenly realized that the students would possibly find this a talking point. The new PE teacher carrying the new Dance and Drama teacher from the building? As if there wasn't enough gossip.

Chris gently set Katia down on the ground. His lungs then took the opportunity to rid themselves of all the dust that had accumulated in them, and he turned away, coughing. As soon as he caught his breath, he turned to Katia. "You know what I'm like. I'm going back in. I've got to get the students out." Another wave of coughing overtook him. "Don't make yourself any worse. Help is probably on it's way as we speak." And with that, he got to his feet.

As he turned to look back at the school, he swore to himself. Add a hero complex to my list of faults. He thought, but he was already in the building.

Was it just him, or was there screams coming from the cafeteria? He ran towards it, shivers starting to run up his spine. His fears were confirmed as he saw what lay within. He froze, desperately trying to assess what to do first.

"EVERYBODY CALM DOWN!" He bellowed. Well, they know you're a teacher now anyway. "Right! Buddy up!" Seriously? "If there's someone near you that needs help getting out, help them! Do not pull anybody! You risk worsening their injuries! If you want to move someone who's trapped, let me know and I'll see what I can do! Get going!"

In the midst of the chaos, somewhere, Adele's Set Fire To The Rain was playing. It sounded so out of place- at least, until she realized it was her phone. She pulled it from her pocket, raising her eyebrows as she saw the caller ID. Her dad.

"Morgan?" His voice was uncharacteristically frenzied. Her laid-back attitude had been inherited from him. "Dad? I'm fine, Dad-" He cut her off, something he'd never usually do. "Morgan, we've got to go. I done something stupid, something really stupid. I'm on my way to get you." She frowned, running a hand through her hair. "When's your flight?" When her dad was like this, there was no point in trying to talk him out of anything. "I'm in San Francisco, honey." Something was really wrong. The realization caused her stomach to sink like a stone.

"Dad, the school was hit by an earthquake. Will you even-" He really was frantic. "I know, honey. The roads are just about drive-able on. If Mr Marinos is around, tell him you've got to go and that I'll explain everything. If not, just... I don't know. I'll be there in about five minutes, Morgan. He hung up, causing Morgan to glance around. Mr Marinos wasn't around.

She suddenly felt like crying. There was so many people she wanted to say goodbye to, most of whom weren't even out of the building. She only had five minutes left in her second home, and, judging by her father's behaviour, she wasn't coming back. She didn't know what to do, except for walk towards the drive.

Her father had evidently under-estimated either his speed or the distance from wherever he had made the call to the school. Because as she reached the drive, her father pulled up in a black car that she recognised as a standard issue undercover cop car. She pulled the door open.

"I'll explain everything, Morgan, I promise. Give this letter to Mr Marinos, but hurry. If you can't find him, give it to someone else." She took the letter and climbed out again, striding towards the school.

She didn't have time to try and find Mr Marinos. She realized that as she saw her chance to say one of her goodbyes. Jackson. He was standing with someone else she vaguely recognised, but couldn't be bothered trying to place. She strode towards him, not bothering to try and fake a smile.

"Hey, Jackson. Sorry to interrupt, but could you do me a favour and give this to Mr Marinos whenever you see him? Or get someone else to." She handed him the letter, purposely keeping her eyes to the ground. But even that wasn't working. The tears started to flow nonetheless. "I'm sorry, Jackson. I've got to go. I-I-I'm not coming back. Not for a while, anyway." In a burst of energy, she wrapped her arms around him. She couldn't say it, but her power spoke for her. "Goodbye." She turned away, heading back to her dad.

He saw the tears on her face. "I'm sorry, Mo, sweetie. I wouldn't do this unless you were at risk." She buckled up her seat belt and wiped her eyes. She couldn't say anything as he pulled out the drive. As they drove away, she stared at the school for as long as she could. As the school disappeared from view, she sent out one last telepathic message, to no-one in particular.

Thank you.

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#2013-04-24 23:32:12, as written by Imagine That!

Still so confused, the poor headmaster of Arcana carried his girlfriend through the debris that littered the hallways of his school, holding her as close to his body as humanly possible. He barely registered the fact that Chris seemed to appear in front of him out of thin air, and he could only blink in his direction as he was there one minute, and then rushing off in another direction the next. Leo was sure that he mentioned something about a scream, but he was in too much of a daze to really understand what he was on about, let alone realize the fact that someone had been screaming. There was so much noise in that moment in time, noise that didn't seem to be subsiding along with the shuddering of the earth that was finally beginning to cease, that he couldn't pin point any one sound.

Only Amy's voice. Amy's sobs. Her anguish, and sadness. Over what, he was still unsure.

Within another minute, they were outside, standing among the injured students and teachers that were crying, screaming, worrying about their friends and family, on their phones to worried parents. Leo continued to hold Amy to his chest, his arms around her back, resting on her hip, the other holding her up underneath her legs. Somewhere inside, he knew what she was upset over, what had caused her to loose touch with herself so much, but he didn't want to acknowledge it himself. If he did.... Leo wasn't sure what would happen if he did, even thinking about such a horrible thing happening was tearing him up inside. But then, softly, Amy's voice hit his ears, telling him. Her voice stammered over the final word, the word that the male had been dreading to hear.

"G-Gone?" He repeated, his own voice shaking over the very word that was causing his heart to break inside. His head slowly tilted down to look at his girlfriend as she trembled in his arms, his eyes bearing into hers. He shook his head lightly, having only just gotten used to, and happy about, the idea of the two of them having a child, and now that had been taken away from him. This horrific event had taken the most one of the most precious things in the world to him away, and broken the other's heart. Tears welled in his eyes as he placed Amy down on the floor, following her almost instantaneously, sinking to his knees.

"No..." Leo breathed, a single tear slipping from his eye, trickling it's way down his cheek. This couldn't be happening. Not... not now. Not when he was only just growing to be happy with his life. Everything had been going fantastically. His heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces as he gazed down at the small bump that was his girlfriend's stomach, his head still shaking in denial. This wasn't true. It couldn't be true.

Suddenly, a huge cracking from above made Leo whip his head upwards, and he stared in shock and horror as one of the iron poles sticking up from on top of the school fell down, towards his head, spire first....

Then everything went black, death over coming him.

Erin didn't want to move. She didn't even want to breath, to be fair, her chest was hurting that much. She could barely opened her eyes, and her entire body was aching, blood and dirt covering her clothes. The shaking on the ground was subsiding, the earthquake that she was just realizing had happened was finishing, thank god. From what she could see from her position, the school was a wreck, ninety-nine percent of the student body was injured, and everyone was panicking about everyone else around them. Somehow, the blonde was able to shift herself around, a small whimper escaping her lips as she did so, looking around for someone, anyone that she cared about. Corentine wasn't in sight... neither was Addy, or Drake.. Wait...

As she thought about her friends, two of them came hurdling out of the school. Cor instantly branched off, out of her eye sight, but she watched as Drake collapsed to the floor, holding himself up shakily on his elbows and forearms. It didn't seem like much of a distance for her to get to him, and Erin set her mind to somehow, getting her way over to him. He had saved her... gone to her room and fished her out of whatever situation she had been in to end up like this and unconscious, so it was only right of her to go over and check to see if he was okay.

With a scream of pain that she tried to bite away, by chewing down on her bottom lip, Erin dragged her broken body up onto all fours, having to pause for a moment even then, shocked by the amount of pain that was radiating from her chest area. After a minute of deep breathing, the blonde took another intake before setting off, moving her limbs very slowly, bringing herself to tears almost by the bone shattering pain in her chest. It took her longer than she had thought to get to Drake, and it felt like she had been pulling herself along the grass for hours - her legs and arms were grass stained, adding to the mess that she was.

Once she got to him, Erin collapsed back onto her back, bringing her hand up slowly to wipe away one of the tears that had fallen from her eyes, slowly in-taking another breath, another thing that caused her more pain. She was sure that she had broken something there, most likely a rib or two.

"D-Drake... are you... okay?" She whispered, her voice shaky and completely out of breath, her eyes gazing up to the clouds. She couldn't even shift herself properly to look at him; all of her energy had been spent making her way over. "Your collapsed.... worr--worrying... me."

It felt like the silence between them had run on for ages, before Jackson heard Lulu mutter about her thinking that he hated her. A small smile pricked at the corner of his lips as he thought about how he could never hate over, as he thought about how happy she made him, and the fact that he always smiled when he was around her. He was about to answer her as well, to tell her that, when they were suddenly interrupted by Mo. He paused for a moment as he saw the non-smile on her face, an uncommon thing to see with Morgan, and he wrapped his only good arm around her when she hugged him. He was rather confused as to what was going on, until her telepathy whispered only one word into his mind. Goodbye... He took the note from her hand and whispered a small goodbye back to her as she walked away. Well, there went his only other female friend.

However, his mind was soon torn from Morgan's departure as Lulu threw her arms around his neck, causing a small gasp to slip from the Irish male's mouth, as his broken wrist was crushed against his chest. Somehow, he maneuvered it into a more comfortable position, if that was even possible, letting it hang from his side. Jack's other arm snaked it's way around her waist, holding her closer to him, listening to every word she was whispering to him. He felt bad for reacting the way he did, by the way that she spoke, and he knew that he just needed to apologize to her. And he also knew that he had to let her go for this, no matter how much it may hurt him to see her with Drake.

"Lu..." He whispered back softly, his head nuzzling into her hair gently, savouring this moment of being close to her, something he didn't expect to be happening again for such a long time, after their argument the night before. "I love you so god-damn much, and I hope you never forget that, okay?" Jackson pulled back, although only just so that he could look into her eyes, showing her the smile that appeared on his handsome, yet dust covered face. "And you know I could never hate you. I never have, and I never will. Even if you do go off and date Drake. I'll.... I'll be here. Always, for you." Moving his head back to it's original place next to her ear, Jack pressed a soft kiss to her temple, before whispering in her ear again,

"Always, and forever."

As he looked down, Jackson noticed a small piece of ripped clothing that had been torn and tied over her arm, blood starting to seep through. Burying his head back into her shoulder once more, the Irish man let his eyes slip closed and he focused on the stinging sensation coming from her arm, taking the pain away from her, and into his own body. What was a little more pain to add to his concoction, anyway? Better Lulu be happier and in less pain than him.

All Max could focus on was getting Corentine out of that death trap of a school, whilst the earthquake was still going on. He wasn't answering any of her questions, which was probably going to earn him a good shouting at when everything was over, and he didn't even care that all he was wearing was a towel, as he dragged her out of the school. Running through the corridors was painful, glass and shards of concrete and plaster were cutting at his feet with every step, but the pain was nothing compared to the explosion that was going on inside his mind. The horror, pain and panic of everyone in the school was overpowering him, and it almost made him stumble a few times as he tried to get them both out of the school.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of running through the hallways, Corentine having to save them once from a huge piece of ceiling that would have crushed them all to death if it had fallen, the three of them, Max, Corentine and Drake all ended up outside; but that just made his headache even worse. Worse than worse, actually. He was barely able to feel Corentine's hands as they set themselves on his arms, and his vision was blurry as he tried to make out her face. He soon gave up on that however and just nodded at her suggestion to go into the woods.

A bloody mess, covered only in a towel, Max ran towards the blurred forest, making it only a little way in before he collapsed against a tree. He was far enough from any student that they would be able to see him, but he could still feel every little cut on their body, all the pain of the dying students and teachers, and the world was closing in quickly on him. Within seconds, his head lolled to the side as he slipped out of consciousness, the pain in his mind too severe to bear.

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#2013-05-01 18:15:42, as written by Korrye

Lulu felt him lean his head into hers. It seemed like such a mundane thing, but it meant the world to her. If he hated her as much as she suspected he did, then Jackson wouldn’t have given into her hug, he would have remained stiff as a board.

"Lu..." he whispered lowly. It was enough to make her throat jump and tighten with tears. Jackson was the only true friend she had had since she was little. If she lost him, then Lulu would lose any remnants she had of a normal life. Her parents hated her and her brother tried to kill her after years of torture. There was no such thing as family for her. If she had one she counted it as Jackson and his parents.

"I love you so god-damn much, and I hope you never forget that, okay?" he told her. "Okay," she murmured, repeating him for almost no reason. Lulu stared into his eyes, her lips trembling with relief, joy and so much more. His eyes were so warm in that moment, so kind and so him. It was the sight she needed to see in this chaotic environment. He was more relaxing to her than a bucket of puppies. "And you know I could never hate you. I never have, and I never will. Even if you do go off and date Drake. I'll.... I'll be here. Always, for you," he reassured her. Jackson moved back to hug her and Lulu heard herself moan happily. She was to a degree beyond words as he kissed her forehead and pressed his chin into her shoulder. "Always, and forever," Jackson added. “I’ll hold you to that you know, I always will,” Lulu told him.

Stepping away from him she sighed, smiled, but the carnage surrounding them was gripping, more than enough to make her choke on her breath as soon as she stepped out of her bubble with Jackson. Sweeping her eyes across the injured, she felt worried for all of them. Lulu was no healer, she couldn’t run and assist any and all who needed it. She looked at Jackson again, watching him lean his head onto her shoulder while she kept an arm around him. He closed his eyes and she suddenly felt the sharp sting of her slashed arm tingle and disappear. “Jackson,” she remanded him, but she couldn’t bring herself to make him stop. Without the pain clouding her thoughts she could see things even more clearly. And suddenly Drake emerged from the school again, collapsing onto his hands and knees not far from them. “Oh my God,” Lulu breathed. His sister Corentine stumbled after him, a teacher with her. What was his name again?

“He’s not okay Jack,” she commented, looking at her friend with dread before she rushed over to him, but not before Erin of all people crawled over to him on the grass with her own hands and knees. The blond she-hulk, the very same who had always been…rather negative towards her, collapsed and rolled onto her back in tears. Lulu didn’t know why she was watching the exchange. She heard everything as she came up to the man who had rescued her from her own drunken stupor last night.

Lulu placed her hands on his shoulders. “Drake,” she said worriedly. All the while she looked over at Erin, the poor girl’s voice shaking so severely that it was perhaps more worrisome. Where was Amy? Where was the school nurse who could heal any and every injury that came her way? Where was any person capable of helping? This was a school filled with supernatural students with powers and none of them could help? Were they just…all meant to do harm? Had her blast…whatever it had been…done anything at all? Or was it negative, like with Grey, and she had doomed them all. Her mind grew frantic.

“Drake, say something,” she pleaded, looking around her for Jackson, for anyone capable of doing…anything.

Katia held her breath as Chris moved to pick her up, his arm sliding under her back first before he grabbed her legs. She watched him bend her knees but she could barely feel his touch against her skin, a fact that made her swallow back growing fear and panic. Arching her back as he picked her up. Her spine cracked and she groaned, blinking rapidly as Chris lifted her off the couch entirely. She watched him and then she shifted her arms around his neck. "I've got you," he reassured her. “I’m good. It’s okay. The sound is good,” Katia swallowed, feeling some sort of release in her back, like a pressure had been lifted off her, reassuring him in turn as Chris began to make his way out of the office. Katia glanced around them both, her eyes widening at the amount of upturned furniture. Filing cabinets had opened and tipped over as well, sending paper virtually everywhere.

He seemed to hurry but she didn’t care. Katia didn’t feel the need to speak. She bowed her head into his chest and relished in the security she felt in this man’s arms. When they emerged from the school onto the outside grounds, Katia sighed in relief. “You’re a real life superman Chris,” she commented. It was the closest thing to a thank you he was going to get as he set her down and he started coughing, dirt and dust coating their faces and clothes.

"You know what I'm like. I'm going back in. I've got to get the students out," he told her. “Chris, you need to—“ she started, only for him to start coughing hoarsely again. “Dios, you need to stop. Please, you need to be looked after.” That didn’t stop him. "Don't make yourself any worse. Help is probably on it's way as we speak," Chris told her. “Help you need too!” she rebutted as he rose to stand. He left then, walking away. Had she any energy Katia would have puppeted his body back over to the injured group and forced him to stay where he was, but she couldn’t even if she tried. Before she could blink twice he was back in the school. The dance teacher laid back on the grass, her head hitting the ground with a thud. Her temples pounded, but she felt pins and needles in her legs as her circulation started to return beyond her hips.

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#2013-05-18 20:48:50, as written by LuckyNumber24

"EVERYBODY CALM DOWN!" Kitty's head whipped around as she heard a male voice bellow throughout the cafeteria. She didn't exactly recognize him, but he was someone familiar. He was older than the rest of them, so he couldn't be a student. 'He must be a teacher.' Kitty figured. He began yelling instructions at the students. "Right." she said under her breath. "Buddy up." Slowly, she got up from under the table, trying not to put pressure on her hurt ankle. She winced and silently cursed her injury as she limped towards Amber.

The dark-haired girl sat silently under her table, staring off in the distance. "Amber?" Kitty started, slowly moving towards her. "We have to go outside. I hurt my leg, can you help me?" Her blue eyes shot towards the amazon and she slowly nodded, getting up to help her. Kitty took a deep breath as she put her arm around Amber. As the pair slowly moved towards the exit, pain burned in Kitty's ankle. She hissed, but as she heard the other students in the cafeteria leaving to go outside, a name came to her mind. Eric.

"Eric!" Kitty shouted, turning her head. Amber looked at her with a confused expression, but stopped moving all the same. "Eric! Eric!" She yelled his name, desperate to know if he was safe or not. She prayed to the Goddesses that he was alright. 'Hera, Isis, Freya, Mary. Whoever hears this, please just make sure he's safe.'

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#2013-06-13 20:39:11, as written by partially-stars

A wave of coughing overcame Chris and he doubled over. An inner war raged inside him. He wanted to try and get more people out, but every fibre of his being was screaming at him to get out. He knew all the airborne dust was coating his lungs, and that the building was far from safe. When he could catch his breath, he screamed at the kids to get out, to move it. But that was becoming scarily less common as his body was racked with heaves and coughs. His shoulder wasn't getting better, and he was pretty sure that the cut on his brow was still bleeding.

He started to move, but his feet gave way from underneath him. How long had he been in the building? How much dust had he inhaled? He knew that it was the coughing making him weak. He pushed himself up, clambering back to his feet, but he stumbled, leaning against a wall as his body tried to repel everything that was in his body that shouldn't be. Something glass shattered and he felt jagged pieces of glass dig into his skin.

Was it his imagination? Or could he hear a siren wailing somewhere? Or was it just the panic alarm, undoubtedly triggered by the headmaster before he got out?

Even as Chris leaned against the wall, choking on the dust in his lungs, he started to worry about Amy. He hadn't exactly been the most popular guy in school- something about being too much of a show-off. Amy was the only friend he had seen since leaving school, and he hoped that she was going to be alright, no matter what was wrong with her.

He managed to start moving, despite the coughing that was on the verge of becoming dry heaving. The glass in his arm reminded him of his ordeal the day before. Corentine Quellen. He tasted something bitter in his mouth. For a second, he thought it was at the memory of her. Then, he realized that it was more salty than bitter- blood. He didn't know if somewhere, his lungs had been damaged, if it was just from the still bleeding wound on his forehead or if it was from all the coughing. He had heard that when a person was coughing as vigorously as he was for as long as he was, their windpipe could be damaged.

He found himself in the ruined lobby. It's grandeur and professionalism was gone, instead looking like a building site gone to ruin. He had to lean on what had once been the desk as his head started to swim and the floor lurched beneath his feet. His feet lead him out the the suddenly blinding sunlight. They carried him to the lawn and declared their job done, depositing him abruptly to the ground. He continued to cough, but the clean air he sucked in with every breath made a slight difference, replacing the dust-clouded air of his lungs with clean, fresh air.

Before long, he managed to sit up, looking around. He raised a hand to the wound on his brow, touching it tenderly and looking at his hand when he lifted it away. Sure enough, there was blood in his fingers. His body suddenly became aware of new wounds, and a fresh wave of pain rolled through his body as he examined the new cuts in his arm. The adrenaline started to fade, leaving him feeling achy and shaken. His shoulder felt slightly swollen and stiff.

Relief suddenly filled him as he realized how lucky he was. He wasn't that badly injured. He had escaped with mild injuries compared to a lot of the students. He wanted to help those who seemed in a bad way, but he still continued to cough, and he didn't particularly feel up to being a hero any more. He instead took a breather and waited for the coughing to subside.

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