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[h1][center][color=red]Christopher Francis[/color][/center][/h1]


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The target was...human?
He was satisfied on killing monsters, there was a sense of an ironic karma when his own alternate form decimates such vile creatures. But  someone that could be reasoned with...that was different. The thought of it wasn't cathartic, it was..terrifying.

It wouldn't be so bad if Chris wasn't picked to be one of the few to attack the person directly. He was still shaken with what the demon inside him did to those fake people in ground zero. They sounded so real...
[i]No it isn't just that, they [b]felt[/b] real. [/i]

Chris shook his head over such thoughts. He couldn't let that distract them. They weren't real, just some magic that was invented to satisfy those aberrations. Something in the back of his head didn't like that explanation, but he didn't have any time to have some sort of existential crisis over it. It is what it is. 

The arbiter looked around the room to his fellow students. He was unsure of what to do. They had seven hours. His eyes tried to find Siena. Maybe he could spend some more time with her before they go off to another disaster..He didn't want to think about possible casualties.

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[h2][center]Earlier that morning[/center][/h2]
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The lonesome arbiter couldn't sleep. For hours upon hours he tossed and turn in the darkness of his room. The same room that once held other students in the their beds, safe and sound, until their untimely demise. Chris was the last one remaining of suite-225. Four more faces to add to his haunting troubles. With a storm growing outside, the sound leaked illusions of voices saying [i]help..[/i]

Each voice reminded him of someone he once knew. His parents, his childhood friends, his former roommates. Each turn he made in bed Chris saw a glimpse of a decayed face that resembled one of such memories. Every moment that ticked away, more sweat drained from his body. It was 5 in the morning when the subnatural could no longer take the night terrors that plagued his attempts of slumber. 

He had risen from his sheets, gasping for air, and an expression of shock. Despite his full awareness, the nightmare didn't end. Dead corpses with familiar features all had gathered around his bedside, and were barely visible in the darkness. The room had started to spin as his mind continued to torment him with images born from his guilt. Then, his eyes snapped open, and everything flashed.

Once again he was returned to a dimension of nothing but a discolored sea and sky. 
The sea from above and around continues dripping down, finding purchase somewhere in the depths of his thoughts. Somewhere far, an intellectual...boils? Spins? Writhes? Spreads? Seeps? Slow and gentle, like a curious touch.
Was it just below the dark waters? However his vision ended almost immediately, and he was back on his bed. He was washed from the night terror. Everything had stopped, he no longer felt fear. Rather, he felt numb. As if the vision calmed his trauma. Still however, he was exhausted, and there was still a lingering thought of dread.

[i]I thought my life was getting better[/i] He muttered to himself. This past week was good for him, his talk with Angelique, the training in ground zero with a team, and his date with Siena...He had been smiling for once, enjoying himself. Now it seemed that the closing of that joyous week marked the return of negativity. 

Having noticed the sun would start to rise soon, the arbiter found no point in trying to sleep back in bed. What was the point if his own head didn't want him too enjoy peace beneath a blanket. 
His solution to his predicament was to go into the bathroom, take off his clothes, and take a nice hot shower. Once the warm running water and thick steam flowed around his body, the arbiter felt safe, comfort. Because he was alone, he had no shame when tears started to form under his eyelids. Eventually, Chris sat on the floor of the shower. He was holding himself as the salty tears burned his eyes. The long almost two hour shower ended when he was summoned along with the rest of the students to the campus.