The Hallways (Reaver)

[se]

The first day had been tough, and though Seán had to admit that it was partly his fault, he had greatly underestimated the students at this school. Yes, they were as annoying as the ones back home, but now they had the cocky addition of superpowers which they liked to show off at any moment possible.

Day Two: Establish Reputation.

Seán found a boy whose mutant skills did practically nothing. He wa san excellent botanist who could cultivate plants, at least that's what he got from a conversation. The boy was small and lanky with strange jerky movements as though he himself had been spawned from plants and was still getting used to his human form. But this made things all the better for Seán, who found out that he could indeed punch with his left hand. His right hand had been damaged in an incident involving a werewolf student the day before and was now wrapped in several homemade blood-stained bandages.

His left fist connected with the skinny plant boy's face, and blood gushed from the kid's nose. Seán drew back his fist again and gave the boy another punch. Tears streamed from the kid's face; it was clear that, despite his appearance, he had never been picked on before. First time for everything! Plant boy looked up and down the empty hallway outside of the dorms as though the wood-panelled corridors would open and reveal a secret weapon which would help him escape. But Seán wasn't going to let it go that easily. He tightened his grip on the kid's collar with his injured right hand and shoved the kid's back into the wall.

"Please stop!" the kid moaned. Already his eye was swelling up.

"Shouldn't have tried to kill me with that plant," Seán snapped.

"It was an accident!" the kid squeaked.

Seán shoved him against the wall again so the back of his head smacked the panels.

[reaver]

Reaver walked throughout the mansion which made up the Institute. He was trying to find his way around, he still hadnt settled in very well. He had a room and stuff, a place for himself and a slot in the garage for his car but it wasnt home. And he was going to have to keep track of his mission. He couldnt exactly come in, work at the Institute and teach some kids, befriend staff and kidnap a young lady mutant, and return afterward for his car and clothes.His plan was still running through his head. When to do this, how to plan that, what way to transport the girl? It was all in his head as he walked from downstairs to upstairs after going to the kitchen for a coke. His ears perked up though as he heard something like a scuffle upstairs. His pace quickened and he spun around a corner.

'Please stop? Thats not right...'

He walked around the corner and spotted what was going on. He smelled blood, he heard aggression and he saw what was nothing but bullying. Why people picked on those smaller than themselves always bothered him. He just couldnt figure it out. It truly escaped him and the injustice which it was, sat unwell with him. He frowned.

''Oi! Get your hand off him!''

In a flash, Reaver had darted down the hall,dropped his can of coke and was standing with his right hand on Séan's shoulder. What happened next was up to the kid. If he stopped being a bitch and just let go off the boy,Luc's hand would turn him around and tell him off. If the kid showed a bad attitude and kept up the punching and beating of the poor boy, it wouldnt be a gentle turn. It would be a forceful shove backwards that would knock him into the wall.

'Your move,kid...'

[se]

The hand holding the boy's collar hurt like hell. It burned and throbbed. But Seán did not like to show weakness. As someone who exploited the weaknesses of others, he knew how fatal it could be to show one his weaknesses. (And he had plenty of them.) Therefore, he gripped the shirt harder and choked up on his hold. The boy struggled against him.

"Yeah?" he snapped at the newfound presence. He didn't turn around to look, though the imposing size and voice hinted that it was a teacher (but for all he knew, it might have been another student).

Right. How many times will it take to teach you not to pick on those stronger than you?

He continued, "And what's your power? Social justice? Piss off."

[reaver]

''I wont say it again. Take your hands off him''

This whole positive authority role he had recently undertaken was new to him. He had never had to stop two kids fighting before,especially when it seemed like one was just wailing on the smaller one. That didnt sit well with Luc. If he had any power in the universe, he wouldnt fight anyone that was smaller than him. He would just feel bad, feel guilty for ending the life of someone who was already weaker and at a disadvantage. This kid in front of him was just an asshole,it was a disgrace.

His grip on the boys shoulder tightened a bit. Not enough to hurt him but enough to impose his authority. Not that it would make much difference,likely. The kid seemed to have a real problem with authority. When Luc was his age, he would never have told a teacher to 'piss off'. A defiant as Luc could be,he always respected his superiors. And that was definitely what Luc was,in this case. This wasnt really a good way to start the time he would spend at the institute. He should still be finding his way around, not breaking up a beating.

''Let him go,kid. You're already in trouble, you dont honestly want to make it worse,do you?''

[se]

Give up. Just give up.

Seán's fingers tightened once more on the shirt at the sound of his own inner voice begging him to quit while he was ahead. How much abuse could someone put himself through in a matter of days? It was unusual for Seán to suffer so many injuries as a result of his own actions, and he realized it was going to be a tough lesson to learn. His hand ached, his stomach ached, and now his shoulder ached prematurely at the guy's hold on him. It seemed justice at this school was not taught in terms of detention and suspension but physical punishment, and Seán didn't know if he could hold up to that.

At long last, he released his grip on the kid and gave him a good push to the ground.

"Get lost," he snapped at the plant boy, and he spit on him for good measure. The kid didn't have to be told twice; he scrambled to his feet and hurried down the hallway.