"They have betrayed me! They must suffer! I control them! NOT YOU!" The fire grew even more intense, and suddenley a tremor rocked the school.

"You have no control over this place, this is my place, and you will not listen...I will make you listen!"

For a brief moment, he gained control of her mind, and twisted her enitre body around, but then she fought him away. She was powerful...he sensed much stornger than the Jacobi. His voice echoed into the minds of every student, every teacher in the school this time.

"YOU BELONG TO ME!"

Donald was now glad he was not sober. If we had been, Adrian would have been able to make him his personal puppet. But as it was, his mind was too flowing to be easily taken over. Donald was still struck hard, though. he fell to the ground, and lost all sense of orientation. He was confused, lost, and the whole expierience sobered him up.

"No we don't!" The fire vanished as she drew it into her body. Dawn pulled Adrian towards her, feeling her power go wild.

Donald struggled to get up, but he couldn't do it. His legs wouldn't support him. He decided he was content to just lay there and wait for everything to calm down.

He started to move. The fire was gone, his control was gone. The students were unconcious, knocked cold by the power of his assault. He could not stop himself from moving. He felt himself being pulled by a power just a mighty as his own. He fought it, but could not make it, he was too mentally weak to fight it. He was tired, and confused...and alone...

When he came around the corner, he was beginning to black out...and he saw the pretty one glaring at him, energy all around her. The bloodshot one was on the ground...he had succumbed to Adrians power for a brief moment...but this one was to strong.

By the time he fell before to two of them, he was too weak to stand, and he collapsed, still fully concious, but drained of all energy, before them.

Donald felt the strain on his mind release, and saw Adrian in front of them. Donald was able to say one phrase;"This is one strange first day." After he finished that, he gave into exhaustion and passed out in the middle on the hallway.

"Oh!" Dawn dropped beside him and hugged him to her chest.

"I'm so sorry!" She rocked him back and forth.

What was this she was doing. Was she trying to crush him in his moment of weakness. He did not understand it...he could not understand it. He had never seen one act like this before. He felt odd, he felt safe almost, for a brief moment, he let go of his hatred, and he knew she sensed it. But just as quickly as it occured, that moment was gone...and he thrust her back with his energy.

"Mark my words pretty one, I will control you...some day...just like everyone else here...you will be my puppet...and then, no one...not even Jacobi, will be able to stand in my way. I swear it!"

In a flash of fire he was gone. He had actually teleported, a magical move not learned until the latest years of teachings. He did not know how, but he was lying in his room once more.

He felt cold and heartless...just as he had always been. A moment of weakness had overcome him, and she had seen the good in him...she had seen he was not all horrible.

Dawn blinked and put a hand on Donald, reviving him. She used her energy to do the same to the rest of the school.

A very groggy Donald sat up, feeling energy from Dawn rush into him. He stood back up, feeling blood rushing to his head and making him slightly dizzy. When it passed, he watched Dawn for a minute. She was pretty and powerful. Awesome.

Dawn smiled at him. "Feel alright? Did I hurt you?" She asked. Everyone around was staring, but she ignored them.

The flash of fire surprised him. He'd never seen anything like that before, not even under the tutelage of his former mistress. He would have power like that one day, Edward thought, admiring and fearing the source at the same time. Breaking through his reverie, his attention was drawn to the fallen.

"Yeah, are you ok? That's quite a hit you took."

Dawn jumped and looked at Edward. "Sorry for ditching you back there." She blushed, embarassed.

Oh great, Donald thought. Pretty boy's back. Oh well. Just one more obstacle.

"I'm fine, thank you. Whether that was for me or not, I'm pretending it was. And now, just asking, would someone care to explain to me what just happened, and why am I all of a sudden sober?"

Yet again he stood in his room, pacing back and forth, uncertain of what to do. For two years, since he was but eleven, he had managed to control every student in the school. The only power he could use at will was his ability to conrol others, they could not fight it. He had used teachers, students, even animals to carry out his bidding.

But these ones were different. He saw the lanky one from his window, and tried to probe his mind, but was much too weak. He decided he would test this one later.

He had tried to take the mind of the bloodshot one, but had found it buzzing with thoughts unfamiliar to him. He decided he would wait until he took this one again.

The pretty one was of the most interest to him. She was strong...and unfortunatley her strenght lead to her resiliance. He decided, upon glaring out his window once more, his hands crossed behind his back as usual, that he would break her. He would find a way to tear her into mental shreds, just as he had done to himself.

Once he controlled her, he would once again contain any thoughts of individuality. He was in charge, and he ruled through fear. She would rue the day she triffled with him. No sleep would come to her for nights to come...he would be there, waiting for her guard to leave...and her mind to be open to his own.