CAMADA'S POINT OF VIEW.
"Hey…pick, you serve us or…you die",
The young man repeats these words confidently and I cannot help but stare.
-I am actually amused despite the situation-
Rave on the other hand is visibly provoked.
I turn back to this guy in front of us and his three lackeys.
-Isn't he a student as well, why would he mention something like killing?-,
He is obviously in our age-grade, dark skinned, about Rave's height with mahogany- brown, spiky hair tied into a neat ponytail, his mischievous black pupiled eyes seems to carry volumes of thought as he stares back at me as well.
Both his ears I observe, are conspicuously lined with dark studs
He smirks at me,
-I frown back-
"What's this all about?" Rave asks in an incredibly calm voice while glaring down at the leader,
The guy chuckles,
"It's just as you've heard…we're a group of mage students bent on surviving even if it means using our mates as decoy for us to capitalize on the beasts…" he states matter-of-factly, and very shamelessly.
"The name's Sesugh by the way", he adds cheerily,
"Well, maybe we can...talk it out?" I begin to say nervously,
Rave sighs as he suddenly launches a fist, stunning Sesugh with a punch.
"Camada come on…we don't have time for this", Rave states casually;
As he proceeds to walk away, the leader steadies himself holding his jaw in pain,
"They…die", he blurts, as he glares at Rave murderously.
His followers simultaneously close in on us,
Rave sighs in irritation;
"Do you really have to make this harder for yourselves?" he cranks his neck.
They rush at him.
He smirks,
"Camada…get behind me, another game has just begun"
CAMADA'S POV END.
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THE HOODED ONE'S STORY.
MEMOIR THREE.
It is a rather fascinating dusk.
I sit on the mountain top, gazing at the horizon,
- The atmosphere is serene, and solace drowns my soul-
I inhale the cold air wafting through my body in satisfaction.
-Everything is calm and peaceful-,
Suddenly, this profound serenity is absolutely shattered by some idiot yelling and approaching me,
"HEY HOOD!!!!"
-Fenice-,
I let out a deep breath as he comes over and sits beside me on the grass.
He silently observes the natural surroundings and then he turns to me,
"So this is your happy place huh?" he asks quietly,
I shrug,
"Hey... Hood, don't you sometimes want to be…on top of it all?" he suddenly questions,
"Well, you are on top of it, it's just that you're not recognized…" he pauses, briefly looking away
"…cause you're a dark-core…" he adds this staring at me consciously,
"Well, nothing can be done about it...It's not like you'll do anything about it",
My tone is heavy with irritation.
He is silent then he chuckles and intones
"You know…maybe I will, maybe I will…"
END OF MEMOIR.