[COLOR=blue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]E V A N D E R  D A R I O[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Day of the Dance, Mather Memorial High School[/sup][/INDENT]


Evander blinked, his hands dangling at his sides. He felt heat. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was in absolute hell. Although he was sure that it was far worse for the others students, as he was emitting cold air that kept him from feeling the true intensity of the heat that the fire was exuding. It took another moment to settle in that he was inside a burning building along with the other students. He saw Sir Jonas beckoning the students outside and he followed the stream of panicked students out of the burning gymnasium. Once he finally took in a breath of fresh air, he was tempted to collapse then and there.


Before the paramedics could arrive and examine him, as per protocol, he slipped out of the school and into the streets. He couldn't let them touch him, lest he reveal his cold skin and inevitable interrogation. He had to keep going. He muttered something under his breath. He was sure Emily was fine; she should've been with her friends anyway. He let out a shaky breath. What had transpired inside that place? Yes, he remembered simply watching the dance when suddenly there was fire and screaming. But... he felt like he had used his power. It was like there was a tingling feeling in his body, and his hands were cold despite the heat. Why had he used it though? There was no reason to. And with that kind of heat, it would've been hard to make something.


He unlocked the door and headed into his house. Stripping off the thick clothing he wore, he immediately collapsed onto the bed. He was more than sure that his parents would talk to him tomorrow when he woke up. Because why wouldn't they? There was a fire started and practically burned the gymnasium of Mather Memorial High School. And he was there, along with the other students. But for now, he won't worry about that. He surrendered himself to the sweet embrace of sleep.


[COLOR=blue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]E V A N D E R  D A R I O[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Day after the Dance, Dario Household[/sup][/INDENT]


Contrary to what Evander expected, the dining room was absolutely silent with only the sound of utensils hitting the plate to fill the void. None of his parents seemed to comment about the dance. Whether or not this disappointed him, he still kept the neutral expression that he always had on his face. His father excused himself as he finished the last bites of his food and then left for work, leaving his mother and he by themselves. Evander stood up, but before he could leave, his mother spoke.


"Are you alright? I heard there was a fire at the school." Mary's tone was laced with worry. For some reason, Evander felt a rush of relief run through his body. He guessed he did kind of fear that his parents had not cared about him anymore. But it seems that was not the case.


[color=blue]"[i]'Nay[/i], I'm fine."[/color] His mother tongue slipped out as he called her mother. However the mother did not find that surprising as they usually mixed all three languages they knew when they are speaking to each other. [color=blue]"There was a fire. Don't know how it started but..."[/color] He shrugged.


"Good." The woman breathed a sigh of relief as she fixed the plates on the table and placed them on the sink. "I hope they find out what caused it... or perhaps not?" She turned on the tap water and let it run against the porcelain plates.


[color=blue]"What do you mean?"[/color]


"While I believe that it could've been something technical. There's also the matter of the [i]them[/i]... people like us." Mary began cleaning the plates and utensils used. She then shook her head, "Anyway, you should rest for now."

Evander nodded and then headed upstairs once more. He was looking forward to going back to school on Monday though. Why... well, he'd like to see and hear what the investigations have produced. Taking a seat on his chair and booting up his computer, he began playing online video games. Nothing to do over the weekend anyway, unless the police come knocking on his door to question him about last night's happenings. 

As he was about to get on his fifth round for the day, his phone began ringing and he had to set aside everything to pick it up. It was Emily, at least she was fine. But he knew this was going to be a very, [i]very[/i], long talk so he turned the computer off and then leaned back on the chair to make himself comfortable.

[color=blue]"To start it off, any injuries on your part?"[/color] And the conversation continued from there.