[center][h2][color=007236]Aaron Rucasi[/color][/h2][/center]

He was trapped. Suspended in a black void, unable to move his body. All he could do was listen as a voice ethereal spoke in a tone that burned both his mind and soul. 

[i] It was all fake. The you who was truthful at all costs and times, how ironic that his life and self were the greatest lie of them all. [/i] Every word cut like a knife, as if the voice was some sort of twisted and malicious surgeon operating on his psyche. The voice cackled as he tried to move his body, all efforts proving futile. [i]You know that you are weak, yet you still resist... How amusing.[/i] There was a pause, and for a brief moment he was allowed respite from the voice, but mere moments later it returned. This time however the voice was less abrasive than before. [i]You are indeed weak, but that does not make you powerless. The power that your enemies hold is not their own, it is stolen strength. It does not belong to them, and so it must be taken back, it must be reclaimed.[/i] The pain in his head was dulling and the voices tone warming with each passing moment. [i] You will be the one to take it back. You will show them that the stolen power they wield is not theirs...[/i] His body was moving on it's own now, outstretching both of his arms as if he were trying to reach out to the dark void. He watched as a white light ignited on his fingertips and started spiraling up both of his arms. The light worked its way over his forearms and biceps, coiling around them like twin snakes before stopping at his shoulders as the voice echoed once more. [i]Their power... is yours to take.[/i] Before he had any time to try and understand, the void fell away as he regained consciousness.

Aaron found himself waking up face down and almost in a pile of shattered rocks, likely the same rock that was a part of the ceiling moments ago. He heard someone laughing and his entire body felt weak and exhausted. Trying to gather his thoughts, he closed his eyes for a moment and focused. [color=007236][i]What the hell was that weird dream about... Stolen power? Weak but not powerless? Makes no sense...[/i][/color] An involuntary groan escaped his lips as Aaron slowly pushed himself off the cave floor. Quickly he discovered that his legs still were weak and faltering as his balance was in shambles, so he grabbed at a nearby stalagmite and used it to support himself.

[color=007236]"Ughh... fucking hell..."[/color] he muttered.

Breathing heavily, he looked around at the scene of carnage and dismay that had been painted. Dean was the first one Aaron caught sight of. [color=007236][i]Hold on, were his hands on fucking FIRE just now? Have I gone insane?[/i][/color] His bewilderment continued as... Valerian? Viktor? Vladimir? Vance? ...Whoever the hell actually approached Dean, which was an oddity for that kid. He caught Greg checking on some other students, something Aaron made a note to do as soon as he finished looking around. There was also heavy amounts of ash, the ashes of the less fortunate students littering the cave. Just thinking about the other's fate made him sorrowful and fearful, but at the same time he was thankful that he was lucky enough to live. 

He didn't understand any of these... emotions in the slightest, but Aaron sure as hell felt every one of them clashing in his newly awoken mind. For the first time he was... confused, he didn't know what to think or how to act in such a situation.

[b]"Is anyone hurt? Please, check yourselves if anyone is injured and have them lay down until help comes."[/b]

The teacher's instruction rang out and ripped Aaron's train of thought away from the rising storm of emotions within, but something was different. Usually Aaron would find solace in rules and directions, however now that comfort had vanished. Even still he would respond, but another thought came to his head. Telling the others he felt weak would not help the situation at all, in fact it could make it worse, so Aaron felt compelled to lie despite his truthful nature. [color=007236][i]Why do I not... Why do I want to... this whole situation is insane![/i][/color]

Looking to the others, Aaron finally spoke through ragged and heavy breaths.

[color=007236]"I'm... alright... Everyone else? Also... was it just me... or were Dean's hands on fire a second ago?"[/color]

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