He could already tell this would be a short stay. "Can't promise you anything there. I'm not gonna lie about this; I'm not what you'd call a good guy." He noticed he was starting to come down, and he wanted to go smoke some more. Maybe he could get her to smoke with him...

He paced, back and forth, forth and back. He could not settle himself. His hands were folded behind his back, and his mind tossed and turned in fury. The bloodshot one was wooed by the beautiful one, and the beautiful one was drawn to him. No, it was not possible. They could not be friends, they were both his enemies, so they had to hate each other. He did not understand.

He peered out the window of his long forgotten room, the attic of the shools chapel, decorated with the symbols for the four elements. He lashed out with his mind, and saw a girl outside grab her head in pain and fall over, rolling off a hill into the pond below.

He had managed to cause even more pain. Perhpas this was why they all hated him? No...it could not be, he was the good one, they wanted to hurt him. He struck the air next to him, and the church bells rang. Several students looked up to his window and knew his was there...they quickly walked away.

He laughed to himself, they feared him...he controlled them. They were his puppets, they were the ones afraid of him. Now if only he could get the new ones to obey like they did.

"Just stay away from my brother and you'll live."

Dawn pushed away light hair and smiled a tiny bit.

Donald figured that sounded simple. "Well, you know, it probably would be much easier if I knew who it was that I was staying away from. I didn't do much research on this place. It wasn't a real choice to go here. I could either go here, or I could go try to use the bathroom in front of seven other guys inside a tiny cell. Easy choice, if you ask me." Donald laughed inside. He realized quick this girl was prestigious, which automatically made anything more than one night with her unattainable. Oh well. Better than nothing.

"His name is Jacobi. Tall and a scarier boy version of me."

Dawn liked this guy already. He wasn't a prick, like her suitors.

"Oh dang. So he's a pretty boy." Donald laughed at himself. He was either funny today, or we has really toasted. "So just asking, where are we going?"

"Headmaster's. Unless you don't wanna?"

"As long as I'm not about to get kicked out already, I'll go. I could use some face time with the authority here. I just wish my eyes looked a little different..." Donald starting feeling nervous. How much trouble would he get in here for his hobbies?

He had moved. He was like a ghost, and the students and teachers knew it. They often feared to hold conversations about him in public, or rather, anywhere that was not central structure. That was where he did not go. The headmaster was there, and he was the only one who would not listen to Adrian, him and the boy Jacobi...the Jacobi one was strong...and so Adrian avoided him, but the Jacobi antagonized Adrian whenever he could. He acted like a hero, pushing away Adrian when he controlled the others.

Adrian feared the central structure, but ventured into its depths when he most needed to, and this was one such situation, for he heard the conversation begin, and had followed them.

"You don't think he's responsible for all the recent deaths do you?"

"I'm not sure myself, but I'd bet a pretty penny on it, the boy is violent. Do you see how he attacks the others. The teachers can do nothing, because he is so unstable...they are almost powerless against him, and the headmaster insinsts it is for his own good. The only one who tries is Jacobi, and even then, he has a tough time, I still remember when he cleansed the Air Wing...the entire wing...burned. I'd be right unsuprised if it was that little devil doing these killings."

Adrian was angered, he felt a rage even the pretty one and the bloodshot one could not give him. The two students fell over in pain, convulsing as he attacked their minds relentlessly. Their howls could be heard through the entire school. The wall started to glow red, and soon a fire raged.

He had killed no one, and yet they still believed he had. For that, they would pay.

"We can wait then." She stopped and looked at him.

Donald started laughing. "Sorry. The drive here was just so long, couldn't resist it. So what about you? You ever really do anything that would dissapoint the family?" It didn't matter to Donald, he just wanted to find a way to connect. This girl was so...interesting. it was the only word that he could figure out to think. Even though, with the way she looked at him, it seemed like she knew every thought he had. So she knew what he thought of watching her walk.

"Yup. All the time." She looked at her hand, a small droplet of water beginning to dance around her fingers.

The heat started to spead through the entire school. Adrian burned reletnlessly. He sizzled tapestries, scorched the furniture and reduced walls to ashes. The two students were still convulsing in pain, both from the relentless and malicious attack on their minds, and the burning heat of the fire. No person on campus could miss the trails of black of smoke now.

"Oh, alright. Then you're not afraid of a little risk. Good." Donald watched the water dance, but didn't pay it much attention. He was too busy watching this girl in her entirety. "I've gotta say this. That boy, the reclusive one. I think that professor called him Adrian. He's a little strange. Not really, strange, but just maybe lonely." he thought back at that, and saw how scared he looked. It was like Donald had approached a deer.

He smelled the smoke first. As he listened, he picked up the sounds of screaming. He turned to Dawn, and asked "What is going on?"

Dawn froze, feeling the fire.

'Stop it!' She yelled at him mentally. Her magic fought the fire, and it began to waver and die.