The Human Torch (open)

[Patrick O'Connor]

OOC: Connor First, then y'all can join

That's it, the kid was out, lying in the dirt. If he thought that unconsiousness was going to save him from what was going to happen then he was dead wrong. The only reason Patrick had knocked him unconsious was because it was necessary. An ends to a mean really. It made things easier for Patrick if the kid didn't struggle at this point, though Patrick didn't plan on him staying that way for long. Patrick wanted the kid to be awake for the entire ordeal.

Anywho, it was time for buisness. With him knocked out it was time to get to work. First Patrick took off the shoe laces of the kid's shoes. Laces, suprisingly enough were ridiculously strong for being fairly small. Sure, given enough time and you could break out of them but Patrick didn't plan on giving the kid the time, not the means as he was subling up with them. He rolled the kid over on his back and then tied his hands together, behind his back. Also Patrick slipped the laces behind his pants belt loop so they wouldn't be coming back. His arms were completly immobilized. Patrick would then pull out the two bottles of booze that he was carrying on him. Patrick then rolled the kid back over to his back and picked up a bottle of beer.

Oh wait! There was one last insult to injury Patrick forgot about. He picked up the kid's cane and snapped it over his knee. If some kid came to his rescue, which was sure to happen he would still need to be led out of the school. Throwing the cane aside Patrick picked up and opened both of the cold frosty ones.

Pouring the cool liquids on his face and body Patrick said in a voice full of caring, to inflect mental trauma, "Hey, nice guy, wake up. It's time to get up"

Patrick would then help the kid up grabbing his right arm and lifting him to his feet. If the kid was at all still groggy he would now know that something was up. He had to right? He would wake up beaten only to realize the one helping him had bound his hands together and was infact the one who had beat him. All signs of caring gone and with a vicious voice Patrick growled, "Let's go!"

Patrick would guide him through the school grounds and the halls, glad he had not touched the kid's legs. It was a bit of a hike and he would not want to have to carry the kid. Finally Patrick entered the cafeteria. Perfect timing too. Everyone was here as it was now lunch time. As heads turned to view the pair that had now entered the lunch hall all noise would seemingly cease to be replaced by whispers. Whispers about what was happening as the kid everyone knew as "the blind kid" was soaked and beaten to a pulp and what Patrick was doing with him. Without delay Patrick spoke up yelling out, "This is what happens to anyone of ye bastards that tries to mess with me!!!"

With that Patrick wasted no time pulling out the zippo lighter that was in his pocket and lighted it. Patrick held up the flame to the crowd so they could see and then promptly lighted the kid's alcohol soaked chest. The kid would go up like a torch. The alcohol would allow the flames to spread quickly and burn strongly. You see the thing about alcohol is that it would make the flames hot enough so no, stop drop and roll would stop the flames. He would have to either let the flames run their course or maybe some other student would find it in their heart to help him.

As Patrick stepped back to the doors to watch all he could think of was,

'Flame on...'

[Connor Dwyre]

Hours. Minutes? Connor had no idea. He awoke to a soothing voice, and the smell of alcohol. His face was hit with the cool drink, forcing him to spit out the bot that ran into his mouth. The taste was bitter indeed. he was helped to his feet, then reality came crashing on to him, along with the searing pain of his most recent bunch of injuries.

The person "helping" him was the same one who had just beaten him, and was now walking him around the school. Or, maybe somewhere else? Connor was disoriented. He tried to move, but the strain was too much. His hands were bound, and the pull he felt when he moved them effected his broken ribs, causing him to give a small shout of pain.

Connor only realized fully that they had not left the school when he heard the noises in the crowded school cafeteria. Apparently, at least a few knew who he was. Or knew of him. He was known as the blind kid, though he wasn't the only one. He heard the boy say one last thing before the flick of the lighter.

Connor knew what was about to happen. His face finally reflected the fear. This had happened before. Well, last time it was a ring of fire around him. He hadn't actually been burned. This time... well this time the fire was more direct. His chest was set ablaze, and Connor screamed. The heat was intense, and he was burning fast. He struggled to get his hands free. They were tied together, and somehow pinned to his back.

He was bound, beaten, and burning. What was worse, he didn't think anyone would actually help him. He couldn't think, he couldn't move his hands, and he tried to roll around to put the flame out. Nothing doing. He feared that his screams were falling on deaf ears.

[seishounohana]

Rumors? Emily had learned to listen to them, but there were some that were out of this world. Emily had learned to not listen to them much.

"Emily! There's a fire on the school cafeteria!"

Emily blinked. What? There was a fire at the school cafeteria?! She looked out the window. Well, there wasn't exactly a lot of smoke coming from the said building. "Has anyone called the fire department yet?!"

Mary shook her head, "NO!" She said, slightly trembling. "It's horrible! Come with me! It may not be too late!"

Emily looked puzzled. Why was her classmate this panicky at lunch?! ... and at like two minutes before class? Well, should be something very urgent. "What's going on, Mary!?"

"Someone lit some kid on fire!"

"WHAT?! God dammit, call the school captain! A pillar! ANYONE, Mary! Hurry! "

Mary just nodded and sped away, rushing somewhere to find a pillar. Any pillar. Emily prayed she would, as this wasn't just any ordinary school offense.

Fuck. That's downright inhuman! Her heart began to pump blood faster, and even faster when she began to think up of people of whom to blame this on. Gabriel isn't exactly like that, or so she hoped. Then, she thought of one person, just as she made the turn for the canteen.

Emily stormed in, pushing aside those whom hadn't gotten off her way. Her nose immediately took in the scent of burning flesh, and saw Connor - burning alive.

Emily didn't make any questions, she just dove right in and went onto getting Connor out of there before he died. Her qi activated as she came closer, protecting her body from the searing heat of the fire as she took the poor blind boy away from the fire. How to put it out? She ripped off some guy's polo shirt and choked the fires out. How Emily did it, she couldn't remember -- everything went too fast.

Adrenaline.

"Connor! You alright? Connor!" She said, before looking up at Patrick. Her face was obviously not very pleased, and she was quite angry herself. She took a breath and shut her Qi down, knowing it would be a while before she could use it again later. "You! Why the heck did you do this?!"

[Connor Dwyre]

Connor didn't take notice of someone entering the cafeteria. All he was aware of was the searing pain he was experiencing. He could hear voices, but none stepped forward to help. He figured death would take him, and he would leave this world. That was not something he desired, nor something he was ready to accept. However, there was nothing he could do.

He soon felt something patting him down. The flames had become snuffed. He wasn't entirely sure of how it all happened. There was still the feeling that his chest was ablaze, though there was no more fire to support that feeling. He managed to look up, and he saw his savior.

Emily had just saved his life. Connor had actually been avoiding anyone who had been on the courtyard the day Gabriel had decided to put his plan into motion. He had come to meet Victor, and the two had begun to be friends. However, he was the only one. He assumed that Emily and Matrim might dislike or even hate the boy for having been involved with the plan. Maybe they knew Connor had been told little? That had he known he might have made a different choice? Had his stand that day on their side prevented them from turning from him?

Regardless, here she was, saving him and checking to see he was ok. He responded to her, his voice very weak. "Help." Connor still needed help. At the very least, to get to a hospital. He had more than just the burning. Five broken ribs, a broken hand, and now the burn to his chest.

He could see her going at the boy, though his eyes were closing fast. Emily... be careful. I don't want you to end up like me. Emily was stronger than Connor. He had felt her aura when they stood side by side. He only hoped that if she were to fight his attacker, that she would come out alright. The boy who had done this was a monster.

With those last thoughts, Connor again lost consciousness.

[Patrick O'Connor]

The fear on the blind kid's face was beautiful. He had held strong and tough until now but he near breakdown of fear was amusing. But then things got better as the kid played ragdoll on the ground on fire. Patrick was chuckling. This was indeed funny. Maybe Patrick ought to lit more kinds on fire in the lunch room. Not only was the burning blind kid funny but the fear was still present. The entire cafeteria was great. Everyone was dead queit as they watched the kid burn. The fear was visible on all of their faces. It seemed that everyone here was too afraid to try and put the kid out, at least while Patrick was here. It was funny.

Right on cue though a familiar face burst into the cafeteria. Emily, not very suprising at all. She burst straight into action to put the kid out, all to fast in his opinion. It was dissappointing but Patrick figured that someone would try it at somepoint. But this kids name was Connor? How interesting. He would have to pay, Connor, a visit later, maybe. She then turned to him;

"You! Why the heck did you do this?!"

Oh boy she was angry!

"What? Me?" Patrick asked playing dumb, this was all fun and games for him he would then move into his answer, "Well what do ye want to hear? I needed attention, because me parents were never there for me, didn't love me enough. Ye know the usual."

Patrick was aware that he was walking a very fine line. Emily looked really pissed. This was more then he had seemed thus far. Connor had been right about some things. Emily was strong then he was. In fact Connor had no idea. Emily was stronger then even Patrick, by a significant degree, and that was the last time they had met. She looked even stronger now. There was no doubt that she was much stronger than she had been before. He was well aware he would stand little chance. Though he was smart enough to know how to play with her. This had just gotten a little more fun...

He shot her an evil grin...

[seishounohana]

Okay.

Deep breaths.

She didn't have to deal with him like this right now, but Emily was still quite angry. The white-haired girl shot a glare at her classmates pooling to her right. "You will bring Connor to the hospital now! THAT'S AN ORDER!"

It didn't take very long for them to take the boy away to the hospital. Emily just watched as they left, trying to calm herself down, but no - Patrick had to open his mouth again.

"What? Me? Well what do ye want to hear? I needed attention, because me parents were never there for me, didn't love me enough. Ye know the usual."

Emily just chuckled. Yup, that was Patrick all right. There was no point in being angry with him like that, in fact - he seems to be enjoying that. She'd deny him the pleasure of seeing her full anger - but she'll let him feel it. "Aww, that's sad." She said, her face transforming into it's usual calm and serene look. "I'm not your mom, stop looking for attention in the wrong places. You're starting to bore me."

Emily rolled her eyes and started adjusting her gloves. One could feel her rage amidst her smiling face. Maybe she had been taking pointers from Dr. Clavering, since she was actually quite good at hiding her own emotions.

"Guess what? I'll put an end to your antics today. You could use a good spanking, because you've been a very bad boy."

[Patrick O'Connor]

OOC: I'm Going to have Patrick Cut Emily off and assume that She will change her actions, sorry If you have a major problem with this pm or message me

Patrick was enjoying this immensly since the "moral" one had shown up. Her self righteous attitude and those naive morals always made Patrick laugh. It was Pathetic. It was at times like these that he really had to wonder, had he really been this utterly pathetic? To think that almost sickened him. Even though she was stronger then him by one or two people she was weak. All her morals and ideals would get her nowhere. absolutly nowhere. Sooner or later too it would catch up with her. She would be utterly stripped of everything and broken. There was no other course of action but for that to take place.

"You will bring Connor to the hospital now! THAT'S AN ORDER!"

Students then moved uncertainly to Connor. Emily was powerful so that was why they seemed to listen to her. Patrick however had the force of intimidation on his side and that was a huge factor. He had just proven how far he would go to prove a point. How much further would he go? That was on the minds of all the students. Before they reached Connor though Patrick spoke up, "Whoever touches Connor is worse then dead. I'll make it even worse and more painful then what happened to Connor too. Think about that before ye touch him."

The kids seemed to step back. That of course was Patrick's plan. He fully intended to go through with his threat. If anyone did touch the kid he would destroy them. They would dissappear of the face of the earth. Patrick's plan inluded Emily. She was the only person here who Patrick was incapable of beating. She was also the only one that was unafraid of Patrick here. He fully intended for her to carry Connor out of this place. And that way Patrick would make his get away...

[seishounohana]

Emily frowned for a moment. No one was going to help Connor now, right? Emily knew full well how pathetic people could be. Then again, it was that same fear that held her back from a lot of things. There were many things Emily knew she couldn't let go of.

Emily wasn't the embodiment of good.

She was never perfect from the beginning.

Emily was a person filled with inner turmoil in conflict, whose guideline in life had always been following the morals that her family had given her. There was little reason for her to change that, as she saw that as a sign of weakness. "Those who're afraid of that bastard is no different from him, I understand Completely." She said, looking at Connor for a moment.

He'll live, right?

She would have to make this quick.

Her next movement was far too quick for Patrick's eyes. It would only look like a blur to him as she would try to plant a fist on his abdomen. Emily would then took his body forward, plunging him into the hard wall.

Should that work, which was actually much more likely than not, Emily would then lean forward, not letting him off her fist. She was powerful all right, almost as powerful as the student captain himself.

If Patrick was thinking this was the same Emily that he fought with before, he was mistaken. "Touch anyone and I will destroy you, okay~?" She said with a cheerful face. She was becoming somewhat like that Doctor wasn't she? "You're just pathetic, picking on weaker people. Hmph, I have no time worry about you. Go hurt them as you like. They deserve the pain as much as you do."

She then pulled her hand away, heading towards Connor and taking him into her hands. Yes, she would play into his game and take him to the hospital herself. These people had made their choice.

Should Patrick wreck his horror on them, she wouldn't stop him. "Emily..." Mary said as Emily took Connor away, "... I couldn't find the Captain."

"... That's fine." She said, "Just give me the name of every single person in the canteen right now and I'll be fine."

"... What for?"

Emily just gave a dark smile.



...


That was actually quite creepy.

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick leaned against the wall again crossing his arms. He needed one moment. Not an intensly large gap but enough of one to get away. He knew that turning and running would defeat his purpose of being here. He had to make his exit with pride. He needed to do this with some sort of gusto. With the kids backing up he did this job well. Connor needed medical attention, soon. Patrick knew this because he did the damage. He knew that with as many broken ribs as he had his life was in extreme jeopordy. It wouldn't take much for one of those to punch through something important, especially after Connors incident of flailing.

Emily made her answer and he saw movement. There was little he could do but guard. It was all he could do to uncross them and lower them a bit further to block. The guard was called the cross and it was a good one for this situation. As emily's fist came in contact with Patrick he was Thrown back. Not a fun thing. Her punch had almost broken through his guard. It still had done a bit of damage but still much less then it could have. Patrick then knew with her speed and strength that with out a shadow of a doubt he knew that any fight against her would be a loss.

Luckily she gave him some contradictory threats and let him off. Funny really. Don't hurt them and then go and hurt them. Patrick wanted to say something but he knew it wise not to. He just gave a grin. He knew that words would come. Not yet. She let him down. She went over to Connor and Patrick walked the five feet to the door. He looked Back at the students once with a menacing glare.


And then he left, unharmed...