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_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝕃𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕝 ℤ   / /  ~𝟘𝟡𝟘𝟘
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When Chris was abruptly taken out of his room, his first thought was that he was going to be shot against a wall like some war prisoner execution. However that idea wavered when others began to join in. As they walk, Chris began to think why this was happening, but it may had something to do with the fact that he had yet to see Aaron since dinner. 

After the admittedly intimidating method of transportation he along with the rest of the carried off students were seated in a classroom, left to the devices of two adults he assumed to be teachers. What a shocker, they were teachers. Chris leaned back at his chair watching the rest of his comrades receive items they requested. It was childish to request such things, especially stuffed animals, but we all need something to cope with in this world. Well, except Chris. At least, that is what he tells himself. His bored expression however changed into a murderous scowl when he spotted the boy that decided to punch his rib cage on the battlefield. 

While he listened to the teacher give them his words on how class will work and such, Chris's eyes frequently went back to Sander, giving him the classic look of [i]I'm going to kill you[/i]. There was definitely a deep, roaring hatred within him. Maybe it was the dragon form that had somehow slipped into his mind, preying at the negative emotion, but more likely it was the fact that he felt because of Sander's friendly fire lives were lost. Even when lunch was called, Chris did not initially get up.