Welcome to Accel(Max and I)

Pietro really did have a nice place, and to be honest it was everything Abigail thought it would be. Clean, elegant, stylish..well it was Pietro. Though it was really odd how he had the entire place by himself. She wondered if he ever had a roommate before, or was this just a space for any guest that he might invite that did not live at the Academy. When she sat down on the large couch, it was just as comfortable if not more comfortable than the one in her apartment. So comfortable that she was ready to just laid down and pass out...but she didn't want to be rude. The least she could do was keep him company for a while. After all, she didn't want him to feel like she was just using him for a safe place to stay.

"I..I could use some ice water." Abigail told him as she peeled off her heels and then moved her feet up onto the couch, tucking them towards her body. She was wearing a skirt so she had to make sure she wasn't flashing him or anything. Ugh...she probably should have attempted to get something to wear to sleep in. However, she didn't really have anything she felt was appropriate. Damn her and her sleepwear taste...everything was skimpy and almost as bad as the stuff Hannabelle wore around the house. Except it was much more tasteful and covered everything that needed to be covered. Speaking of Hannabelle, she wondered what those two were doing right now. Alexander seemed pretty nervous, so...maybe they were studying. At least that's really what they should have been doing with those atrocious scores.

Abigail sighed a bit as she felt a bit of loneliness in her heart. Those two were always together..and while she thought she didn't care and distracted herself with her studies...she really did feel jealous. Why though? When she lived with Hanna she couldn't care less about who she hung out with. Maybe it was because...well she was with Alexander. Though why would that matter? She didn't care about that idiot either! Besides..she had Pietro. So she didn't need to feel this way. Pietro was actually worth spending time with..the only reason why she felt weird was because living with those two made her feel like the third wheel. That had to be it.

Abigail reached up to her hair and pulled the hair ties out to let it down. Then she took off her glasses and set them on the coffee table in front of her. Now that she was here, she felt safe but that wasn't the same thing as comfortable. Having Pietro see her like this...well all casual like was really odd to her. Should she even be sitting like this? It kind of look really provocative. Still...she couldn't help herself because she just wanted to lay down on her side. And that's what she did just as he walked back into the living room and handed her the drink she requested. "...Thank you, Pietro. I'm really sorry that I asked this of you. I know people have been talking and...well if it gets out that I've stayed here they're just going to talk more."

Hannabelle almost felt like her heart was going to explode inside of her chest. He needed her? So...maybe he really didn't like Abigail like she thought he did. Which was wonderful news. Hanna really didn't want to compete with Abigail because she was better in ways that Hanna could never beat her at. Hanna couldn't cook, and she was kind of lazy...so she used her sex appeal a lot to get around things. She also was very charismatic...but that was about it. She couldn't even say she was really talented at magic, because her avatar got her out of trouble usually. She giggled when he told her he hadn't seen it coming. "Everyone else did, but that's okay." She told him and then listened to his next words.

Oh...how they made her heart flutter even more. They were official now. "Deal." She told him right before he began to kiss her again. Oh..he was definitely better than she thought he would be. So passionate..was he just relying purely on instinct? She could feel his want through his kiss and the way he touched her body. She moaned softly whenever his hand went over any sensitive area. She slid her tongue into his mouth once more and ran her fingers through his soft, white hair. Alexander was everything she thought he would be in a lover...and more. Eventually she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. There was only one more thing that she wanted now that she was his girlfriend and they had kissed.

"Alexander..do you want to do it?" She purred as her fingers slipped down his chest and then rose again under his shirt. She was once again rubbing him the way she knew he'd like. All she could hope for was a yes. He should have at least known by now how much she wanted his body. Even before the incident with that magic that made her lose control of her body, she was pretty blatant about the way she stared at him. Then again, this was Alexander...maybe he'd put two and two together, but even if he didn't...it didn't matter. "I really...really want you. You're so hot...Seeing you walking around shirtless was such a tease. And I...just want to feel you inside of me so bad."

Pietro nodded at her request. "Ice water it is." Everything in Pietro's home was state of the art, and the best of the best. It could be attributed to the benefit of being in his position, but there had to be some point where the young man had to have paid for something on his own accord and wealth. Nevertheless, that would be something for another time as the student captain soon returned to the living room with both glasses in hand. Abigail's glass was filled with the refreshing, chilled water with full cubes dancing about on the surface. He handed it to her and nodded. She was apologizing again too? Pietro simply shook his head in response, taking a seat a small bit away from her, but it wasn't exactly on the other side of the couch like one might have presumed.

The man was comfortable in his own home, and compared to other guests, he enjoyed Abigail's company. "Don't apologize to me, Abigail." He told her, drinking his own water while looking at the Mage gently. He leaned back into the cushions a bit, releasing a relaxed sigh. Pietro truly was a very different person within her company, all the more pleasant to be around. "I want you to know that I'm not just doing this because you're a student and you're my underclassman. Yes, it's my duty to take care of the students as well, but you're not just another student, Abigail. I care about you, and I want to help you as best as I can, whenever I can." The older man admitted, smiling at her in a warm manner. "I'm not one to care about student gossip. You shouldn't worry about it either, it will just be unneeded stress that an intelligent young woman such as yourself doesn't need." Pietro commented before grabbing a coaster to sit his water down on the coffee table before them. He set one aside for Abigail as well before rising.

He had loosened the top button of his shirt and even removed his jacket, walking to the front door to place it into a coat closet there. "It has been a while since I've had a guest over, I admit." He began with the idle chatter, but had a feeling that she wouldn't be completely awake for much longer. The girl looked completely worn out, and he knew for her type, studying nightly wouldn't be that taxing on her. She didn't have to tell him, he just knew. "I'll grab you a comforter. Do you prefer one pillow or two, Abigail?" Being a host seemed to come rather naturally to him as he was catering to her needs before she even voiced them out, and better yet, with complete willingness and friendliness. It was clear that the student captain wanted Abigail to feel not only cared for, but safe as well. He removed he items from the guest room before bringing them out for her, giving her however many pillows she requested.

However, Pietro sat down again on the couch and looked at her thoughtfully. "Abigail," He began, his tone a bit more serious. "As I mentioned, your business is your own. I don't wish to force you to reveal anything. But please know that not only are the staff here at Accel supporting you, but I'm here for you as well." The man told her, a hand gently squeezing her shoulder this time. His voice carried reassurance. Abigail could trust him, and he wanted her to know completely. And if she needed to vent, then Pietro was happy to be the person she could vent to.

Seriously though, was Alexander that blind? He paused for a moment when Hannabelle replied to him, thinking back on everything they had experienced together. And it finally donned on him. "Oh fuck, I'm such an idiot." He groaned, but soon laughed a bit. "You sure you wanna hang with me? You're probably gonna be dealing with this the entire time." The atmosphere became lighter, and he felt so comfortable. Hanna really did get him, and she was patient obviously. Especially compared to Abigail who seemed to get annoyed with him if he inhaled when he should have exhaled. For a moment, it just felt nice just focusing on the Shape Shifter. Forget that Mage! Ugh!

Deal. Yes, that was the deal. And he was sticking to it. Now it was just Hannabelle and Alexander, and the premise that they were alone in her room together entered his mind. It was both very nice and very... naughty. Especially how Hannabelle moaned for him. For him. It just made him kiss her a bit hungrier, and before he knew it, the Berserker's body began to heat up. It felt like he was burning up. He wanted Hanna now, but in a much different way. "Mmn, Hanna..." It was his turn to groan when their lips parted, especially when a string of saliva connected their tongues together. And when she combed his hair? Mmf! Hannabelle's sensuality outshone a porn star's, and it was a miracle he hadn't jumped her now.

And speaking of which, Hannabelle broke that question on him. "Do it?" He asked honestly, but a split second later, he went wide eyed. He didn't blush, but he took a moment. Dare he truly jump headfirst into this relationship and seal the deal completely? God, Hanna was beyond sexy. Alexander recalled the thoughts he had of her naked form before Accel, and it brought life to his groin. Though it was when she caressed his chest that he felt even more blood pump to his eager love muscle. At this closeness, she would feel it once again. Ah, but he was a virgin! Fuck, if she knew that...! Alexander couldn't reveal that to her, so he began to play coy. He knew what the guys in porn did and how they acted. If he just mimicked that a little, he'd be all right. It'd probably turn on Abigail too... wait, no, Hannabelle. Ugh, he had that girl on his mind still? Yeah, sex with Hanna would definitely clear that up. Abigail wasn't his girlfriend, Hanna was! And he was going to enjoy this so much better. Yeah...!

"Oh? You mean..." Alexander pulled away from the Shape Shifter and immediately lost whatever clothing he had upon his torso, haphazardly tossing it off to the side on her floor, not even caring. There he stood, bare from his defined and broad shoulders to his rock hard abs that showed how much the Berserker truly took his training. His muscles were tough, yet it would be warm to the touch. And he just wore a rather playful grin as he looked back at her. "Like this? You know, you get all this. All. Yours." To tease her more, Alexander flexed a bit, his biceps and triceps packed with a bit of muscles as well. Oh he had done a few push ups around the apartment a few times when he had downtime. Oh man, he knew how to get Hanna going now!

Abigail took a large gulp of water, hoping the sudden chill would wake her up. It...sort of worked. Sort of. Hmm..so he had been hearing the gossip too? At least he had a similar attitude about it like she did. Abigail knew Pietro wouldn't see her the way everyone was saying he did. Just because he called her Abigail didn't mean he was in love with her..it just meant that they were friends. Best friends, even. And why not? They were similar in a lot of ways. Even though Abigail wasn't excelling quite as fast as he did, she was still doing a really good job. A record job even..though hers was just shy of his. So there closeness made sense, and at this point Abigail felt like Pietro saw her more as a little sister than anything. He was the big brother that she wished she had...instead she had gotten a masochistic monster of a magician as one.

She had to remember not to apologize so much to him. Again, he was pretty much her best friend. No doubt eventually he'd find it insulting for her to not think he wouldn't be there for her. The way he told her...the way he told her that he was there for her. Well, she felt..like she was about to cry. She wanted to tell Pietro everything that Elliot had done to her..but fear was holding her back. Plus..Elliot might have been strange...violent even. However, he was one of the top students, and from what Abigail had heard, the Chevalier had big plans for him. She didn't really want to ruin his reputation or make her parents who were already high ranking officers in the Chevalier look bad.

For a moment, she just hugged the two pillows he had handed to her chest, looking off into space. Though the next moment, she just felt agony in her chest. How long had she been holding this back? Keeping it a secret...going through everything alone? When she saw him again for the first time in years, she felt this same feeling and then...and then Alexander had pulled her away from him. He had saved her...

Wait...no he didn't. Did he? Did he actually realize how much he was scaring her? She had never actually thanked him for that, but...she wasn't sure if he had realized what he was doing or not. She had just assumed he didn't before but when she remembered how he held her...she could feel her heart beating so fast. Then she remembered...well she remembered how close he was with Hanna and that annoyed her. Though still, she couldn't escape that feeling in her chest that just made her want to feel..loved. She looked up at Pietro, her eyes filling with tears. "I...thank you. Thank you so much...for being here for me, Pietro." She placed the pillows beside him and then closed the distance between them. Abigail wasn't much for physical affection but right now she really needed it. She just wrapped her arms around him and began to cry. She didn't care how weak she looked..she needed this.

Hanna purred once more when she felt Alexander becoming hard against her body...it was so big! When he repeated her words as if she wasn't sure what he was talking, she had to keep herself from giggling. She knew very well he hadn't had sex before...but sometimes guys felt ashamed for that. She licked her lips when he took off his shirt, revealing that muscular upper body of his. Oh god, he was hot before but lately he had been getting bigger...more defined..it was driving her insane. Then he actually flexed, and like a switch that just made Hanna push him towards the bed. She was like a train and he couldn't stop her.

Alexander would find him on Hanna's bed. She really wanted to just rip his pants off and fuck him, but...she knew this was his first time. She wanted it to be special for him..and she wanted him to feel in control..even though she was sitting on top of him and grinding herself against that hard shaft. She could feel it's heat even through his pants and her underwear. Ugh! She was so wet....she had been waiting for this since the first night she had her eyes on him. "Alexander..I love you." She moaned as she started to press her lips against his once more. Once again, they were kissing each other passionately, though this time she was doing her best to over[/i\stimulate him. One hand was going through his hair, the other stroking his sexy, muscular chest. Suddenly she pulled back and grabbed her shirt.

Slowly, she pulled it up and revealed to him those large breasts of hers. She then laid herself on top of him so he'd be able to feel them against his skin. "Mn...you're so warm..." She told him as she started to kiss his neck softly, still grinding her pussy against him hotly. "I want to feel you inside of me so bad...Alexander..." She whispered hotly in his ear. She had said that before..but she wanted to drill it into his head. Yes, she wanted him. Yes she was attracted him. And yes, she wanted him to have sex with her.

No one had an inkling of what Elliot had done to Abigail, and even if Pietro were to pry into his student file, there probably wasn't anything in there for him to check. And yet he knew that the cause of Abigail's distress was her older brother. What had a man like Elliot done to traumatize the young Mage so much? Abigail feared her own flesh and blood, and that bothered Pietro deeply. He truly did want to ask Abigail to open up to him completely and just get it all off her chest. That stress must have been building, and as perfect as Pietro might have seemed, the older student knew what kind of pressure this put on one's mind. At this point, it was even wearing away at the woman physically. He didn't want to say it, but Pietro noticed the bags under eyes slightly, showing her fatigue. Whatever he could to give her at least one's night sleep would be worth it to him. Anytime, any day.

Pietro simply smiled at Abigail when she thanked him, but when she threw her arms around him and cried, he was a bit surprised. She was hugging him? And these tears of her's. They were definitely real. He just felt it and knew it. So without saying a word, he just held her. His arms cradled her close, letting her rest upon him if she absolutely needed to. Abigail would even feel his hand gently cup the back of her head, letting her lean into his shoulder or chest. For the longest moment, the air was filled with silence. During it, he just held her and gave her the comfort and support that she needed. Right now wasn't a time to constantly repeat that he was here. That he would be the shoulder she needed for leaning on. Abigail didn't need that constant speech and reminder.

Instead, he just wanted her to get it all out. Pietro rubbed her back, hugging her close still. It must have felt like an eternity for him, and maybe even longer so for the Mage he held so close. It stung a bit to hear her cry like this, but he wouldn't let her continue to be alone. "It's okay to cry, Abigail." Pietro softly spoke, a hand gently petting and caressing the back of her head. "Let it all out of your system. Take all the time you need." For this young woman, he would have all the time in the world. He could wait. So long as it meant her mind could be at peace. That's all he cared about.

Fuck. There was just something about Hanna's eyes roaming along his form that really turned him on. Standing there shirtless, he could practically feel wherever those eyes of her's were targeting. Perhaps Alexander was getting away with hiding his virgin status? While the answer was no since Hannabelle seemed to have known straight from the beginning, she sure had him fooled. Though he couldn't help but feel that he was doing a good job. "Liking what you see so far?" Oh but he didn't even get a second to wait for her answer when the woman just thrust him backwards. Alexander hit the soft mattress of her bed, bouncing ever so lightly while she then climbed upon him. Any other time, the Berserker may have been blushing. Now, he was grinning up at her with a rather hungry gaze. Yes, they both wanted something from one another, and it was the same thing.

"Oh shit..." Came the man's heated groan. She was so soaked that she was staining the tent on his pants. Meanwhile, that persistent bulge of his was ready to tear a hole in his pants with how badly it demanded freedom. His hands eagerly grasped each cheek of her panty-clad ass, squeezing with desire and pulling her harder into each grinding motion she did. Alexander had never been turned on so much in his life. Drowning in a sea of lust, he barely caught a word of Hanna's moan, unable to respond back in time when her lips crashed against his. With everything going on, it would seem the shape shifter did succeed in her mission. His cock throbbed, his chest sensitive, and those nails along his scalp and hair tingled every nerve center upon his head. In short, there wasn't a single thing Hanna was doing that was helping with calming him down. Quite the opposite, actually.

Their lips parted, and he leaned upwards as if still wanting to continue the rather short make out session. However, as her hands grasped the hem of her shirt, Alexander's eyes lit up with burning curiosity. Was she...? Yes she was! Those lovely orbs of her's came into view, and he realized just how luscious and full they were. No wonder every guy in Accel was molesting her with their eyes. Damn, when he thought of it like that, a fit of jealousy ran through his bones. Alexander bit his lips as Hannabelle drew close and held close to him, hips still grinding upon his. And those lips of her's, so soft and warm. "You're so naughty, Hanna." He grunted out, Alexander's hands squeezing her ass still with wanton lust. The time for patience was over, and he knew that way too fucking well. So it came as no surprise that he interpreted Hanna's own desire, especially when she voiced it out so well, and flipped them over. Hanna was once again upon her back, though this time her boyfriend had her legs parted and found purchase between them, hands undoing his belt and pants, too eager to even pull them off completely as he simply freed the beast within.

And a beast it was, painfully erect and standing rather large before her eyes. But he was especially girthy, finding a rather wonderful measurement in both departments. "Goddamn it, I want you." Alexander breathed out to her, now grabbing on to the waistband of her panties and slipping them up and off her legs. Those sexy legs of her's were probably his weakness. And her wardrobe often showcased them to him in such a teasing way. He kissed along her inner calve upon her right leg as he parted them again, sighing hotly as his hard cock rested upon her entrance. Gods, Alexander wasn't sure if he was doing something wrong or not, but he sure as hell knew what he wanted. "Here I come, Hanna..." Alexander panted out to her, and within moments, parted her wet folds and entered into her womanly tunnel.

And just like that, Hannabelle became his first. Oh, and he definitely wasn't thinking last at that moment...!

Abigail wasn't sure if she could stop crying. In fact, her emotion really was getting the better of her because all she wanted to do was to tell Pietro about everything. The way he held her and stroked the back of her head..well she really, really felt like she could trust him with this. She calmed herself down though, trying to stop her sobs completely...but she could only do so much. "Pietro...I have never told anyone why I hate my brother so much. Because I had decided...that I would just try to forget everything he had ever done to me. I didn't feel like what he did was necessarily bad at the time, because he convinced me of that when I was a child. However, now that I am older I realize that the relationship that we had wasn't normal..and that is where my hatred came from. At first I was just scared of him, but now I'm scared and I hate him so much..."

Abigail let her head rest on Pietro's chest as she tried to think about how to put her story in words. For a very long time, her past had just been expressed through memories or nightmares. She had never wrote it down in a journal or articulated them, not even once. "My brother has a different mother than me. So he never loved me. As much as he pretends to, he never did. I could always tell from the way he looked at me, that he despised me and my mother. He wished my father had chosen his mother to be with instead. My mom is a very talented mage, but his mother? She was borderline Goddess...it was very unnatural how strong she was. He inherited both my fathers talent and hers, so he's always been different. He's always been the best. I..admired that when I was a child. So much that it inspired me to be a magician myself." She took a deep breath as she felt a new wave of tears try to rush through her. But she held them back. She wanted to finish this story.

"Well...when I told him that, he just laughed and said I would never be good enough. So I begged him to teach me, and he took up the task. Though what I got from him wasn't what I expected. He...he said the only way I'd ever learn is if I was in real fights. Which was completely untrue, but at the time I believed him. So, my first day trying to learn...he beat me up so bad that I nearly died. I couldn't defend myself. Back then I could only muster up a little bit of flame. I blacked out from the pain, but when I woke up I was completely fine. He had healed me so that all the evidence of him torturing me the way he did was gone. So, I just never said anything to him. But the next day...he told me it was time for another magic lesson. I said no, but...well he just beat me worse. He could get away with it since we were always home alone together. Eventually those beatings turned into torture. He would beat me, cut me up, suffocate me, anything he could do with his magic, he did it. And all the while he looked so pleased with himself. Like he was enjoying every moment of it."

She felt fresh tears fall down her cheeks, but she continued on. Her body was trembling now as she told Pietro something she was too scared to share with anyone. Even now, she wondered what would happen to her now that she had told him. Would Elliot ever find out? "Eventually he got bored...after six months. I had gotten used to the torture, and I stopped making the sounds he wanted me to make. I had improved only slightly...most days I didn't last long enough to try to cast spells in our "lessons". I spent every day living in fear until he eventually went off to the Academy. And I followed after...hoping we'd never see each other again. Though when we did meet those few days ago..I saw that same look in his eyes. The same look that he got when he tortured me. Those demons didn't strike us with that lightning spell. That belonged to Elliot."

Hanna was loving this side of Alexander. She wouldn't have minded if he was shy, but he totally wasn't. He was the opposite of shy. The way he was groping her ass made Hanna even more excited. This man knew what he wanted. Not bad for his first time...but also not the least bit surprising. As a berserker, he probably relied on his instincts more than his brain. His instincts were telling him to mate with Hanna. Good thing she took birth control...she was prepared for this moment. Well, she was always prepared. Before she decided to go after Alex, Hanna did enjoy herself a bit of casual sex with friends she had outside of school. So she always liked to take precautions.

Even though Alexander was being forward, she didn't think he'd be so forward as to flip her over so that he was on top. Another pleasantly sexy surprise that made her want him even more. She watched very closely when he started to take off his pants and...Oh God. It was even bigger than she thought it was. It was so perfect though...and she moaned just by thinking about it inside of her. Soon..she'd have her wish. "I want you too, Alexander..." She moaned as she felt his fingers loop into her panties. She lifted herself up so that they would come off easier. Then she felt him just outside of her...the heat of his erection warming her so pleasantly. She closed her eyes as he stated to sink into her. "Ohh God! Mnnn!" She cried out as he slowly filled up her pussy. She may have not been a virgin but she certainly was still tight.

"Alexander...you feel so good. You're definitely the biggest I've ever had...I want you to fuck me so hard that I won't be able to walk until tomorrow morning!" She begged him, looking into his eyes with a seductive smile. She knew that there was a possibility he'd have trouble not cumming too soon, but she didn't care. Even if she didn't orgasm she just wanted to feel his want and desire when he fucked her. She reached up and draped her arms around his shoulders, moving her hips a bit to let him know she was impatient. She wanted to feel him slam into her over and over until he came inside of her.

Her crying seemed to go on for quite a bit, but nevertheless, Pietro still held her. However, he was all ears, listening to her if she needed anything from him. More water. The blanket. Pietro was there for her, and he awaited her beckon or call. Though through her crying, the older student caught her speaking his name. "Yes, Abigail?" Pulling away gently, he only did so enough so that he could look down upon her tear stained face. Hearing her speak further though about the very subject that he gave her plenty of space for, Pietro had to say that he wasn't expecting that. But he did listen. What she told him as the girl spoke, no one could have been prepared to hear the truth of Elliot Hunter, one of the most powerful students here in Accel. Even the very leader of the student body didn't trifle with that man, and there were days where he wondered if Elliot perhaps could have taken over if he wanted to. A thought like that made Pietro shudder.

A caring hand continued to pet Abigail's head. They were very close, and under any other circumstances, they almost looked like lovers. But their closeness didn't come into Pietro's mind, only her well being as she spoke of a secret that no one could even imagine for the older Hunter. Elliot's file was rather locked down, especially considering that Chevalier has taken interest in the skilled Mage. Even Pietro was barred from casually searching through it. He briefly recalled in the past that Elliot did mention about a rather peculiar family situation, but it was never elaborated on. It would appear that this was that peculiar situation. So, Abigail wasn't a true biological sister to Elliot, and vice versa, neither was he a true biological brother to Abigail. Something like that, adding as well the fact that the family had a bit of a tense part of its history with her father having had two children from two women, there must have been some complications. He was brought back to reality however when Abigail let out a shaky breath. He gently caressed her upper arm, though she found the strength to continue. That was the Mage he had become rather interested in.

Elliot did that? An appalled expression hit Pietro's face, which quickly turned to subtle anger. Abigail had spent so much time around him, she would have no doubt caught on to his much more hidden physical cues that hid away his more uncommon emotions. "A man who would do such a thing to his own sister... I cannot even consider them a human being." He said with disdain for the older Hunter, looking down at Abigail as he allowed her to finish. Beating her to near death, mocking her, continuing his torture... and then enjoying it! Pietro might have been shaking with rage if he wasn't so concerned about Abigail's condition. But it was her that was shaking, and he looked down upon her with fresh concern, more apparent than before as his arms held her close in a secure embrace. "I'm here, Abigail..." Pietro whispered softly, shocked further by the revelation of Elliot's interruption during the last mock exam that he assigned Abigail and the others.

Oh how he wished he could do something, but he knew that Elliot was shrewd and resourceful. Should disciplinary action be taken upon Elliot, there was too great a chance that the man would attack Abigail. He couldn't just rush this, and even if Chevalier had plans for him, Pietro sincerely wished to at least expose Elliot for the ruthless man he truly was. But how? This was no time to think about this, he thought, looking at Abigail and her shaking form. Pietro simply pulled her in close and hugged her against him.

"I will make sure you are safe, Abigail. I know this won't change things right now, that it may take some time, but you can rely on me. Elliot will have to go through hell in order to get to you. I will make sure of that."

Was this what sex felt like? Oh hell, he wasn't even moving yet. For a moment, he had just slid inside until half of his throbbing member rested inside Hanna's warm, wet tunnel. And raw as well. Did they need a condom? The more he seemed to be thinking logically, a part of him just said fuck it. Especially with Hannabelle gyrating her hips in a rather incessant manner. Alexander only grinned down at the shape shifter. "Like that, babe?" Babe, the first time he called Hanna like that. He had to admit, while he might not have noticed things at first, it felt really awesome to be in a relationship like this with her. And then just the beginning of sex with her. It felt like he was already on the verge of cumming. It didn't help that since he moved in with them, it was near impossible to masturbate. In fact, Alexander had found no sexual relief since they began living in their shared apartment. To say he was backed up was an understatement, though if Hanna wasn't careful, she was going to find out how backed up he really was.

Suddenly though, Hanna mentioned that he was the biggest she'd ever had. While that was very much a compliment, Alexander let out a growl. He felt jealous. Of course he knew that Hannabelle had been with other guys in the past, he had overheard Abigail say something like that but... goddamn it! He really felt jealous now. "I'm going to fuck you, all right." His hips began to move, but he was pressing in deeply into her wet depths, threatening to stuff her cunt completely with his cock. And his thrusts were rather determined as well. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want another dick. My dick's going to be only one you'll ever need! Mmf!" Alexander grunted hotly as he was already starting off with a rather quick and rough tempo and pace.

A switch had been flipped with the Berserker right now, the man a very jealous person it seemed. He sure wasn't fucking her like a virgin, that was for sure! And with him being so focused on claiming Hannabelle with his more instinctual part of his mind, his jealousy seemed to push away the desire to cum then and there. Alexander just wanted to fuck Hanna like she was his bitch, and no other guy was even allowed to look at her. Even a thought like that spurred him on! Alexander's thrusts were hot and heavy, pants escaping him as he grunted and moaned from the incredible sensations that Hanna gave him. Oh, but by the time he was done, Hannabelle was going to forget about any other guy she had before...!

It felt good to finally tell someone of the personal hell she had to go through with her brother. No one knew, not her parents, not her teachers...sometimes she didn't even know because she would push it so far back into her mind that she'd forget. The past few years she could have easily forgotten about Elliot, with only the occasional nightmare. Even when she did have those nightmares, he was a monster more than her actual brother. The scariest part about him was...well his magic was mainly invisible, so half the time she couldn't even see it coming. Sometimes he'd use arcane spells, but he mostly stuck to a unique type of magic his mother possessed. They were called psychics, but it was definitely some type of force spell invisible to the eye. She felt it strike her, crush her, cut her...she wasn't sure how it worked and to this day didn't know...but it was definitely a formidable type of rare magic.

Pietro was angry..Abigail could definitely tell by his demeanor and voice. Still, he was trying to hold all that back so he could comfort her. She really was glad he was here for her. Anyone else, she'd never be able to tell. When he told her he wouldn't let Elliot anywhere near her, she could feel relief entering her body. She believed him...she believed that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. She closed her eyes, tears still streaming down her face. "Thank you, Pietro. I don't want to tell the teachers because it would get back to my parents somehow...they'd feel bad knowing that this happened while we were both under their care. No doubt it would get out to Chevalier as well. It happened so long ago that I just feel like it's not worth resolving now. I just want him to leave so everything can go back to normal. Please don't tell anyone..not unless he tries anything again. There is no way I can prove that lightning spell was his..he'd just deny it like the snake that he is."

Abigail was still hugging Pietro tightly, and when she felt his embrace, she sighed happily. He..smelled really good. And underneath his shirt, she could feel his toned body. A light blush came upon her cheeks as she realized this, but she didn't pull away. She really liked this..she really liked him comforting her. "Pietro...I know this sounds silly but I wish that I had a big brother like you. I look up to you so much...you're the reason I try so hard with my studies. I want to be perfect, just like you." She confessed as her eyelids started to get heavy. She was losing herself..he had promised her she'd be safe and now she just wanted to sleep. Before she knew it, she pulled her legs on the couch, and she let her head rest in his lap. She was too weak to hold herself up, but she still wanted to be close to him. She looked up at him as her tears eventually stopped, then gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry for putting all of this on you and asking you to keep it a secret..."

Alexander's growl was so fucking hot to Hannabelle. She didn't know what she had done or said to make him do it, but...well she found this primal side of his wonderful. Then his voice..it had gotten very low and gravely. Was he..jealous of the other guys she had slept with? It was hard for her to think much more on the matter because the second he began to move his hips, she cried out in pleasure. Oh..he was even bigger than she thought! When their hips touched, he was really filling her up to the brim. She moaned his name once more, just before he told her that his dick was the only dick she'd ever need. Oh, she agreed...in fact he had more than she would ever need! At this point it was just a matter of want, and she wanted to feel more of that overstuffed sensation!

As he began to pick up his speed, she had to place her hand on her mouth. It was so hard to keep herself from screaming the way he was slamming into her so rough and fast. He didn't even look like he was having a tough time trying not to cum..what was with him? Was he really a virgin..? Oh..she didn't have time to care. Not while he was pounding into her tight, wet depths like this. She started to raise her hips again, meeting his thrusts to create an especially loud, lewd clapping sound as their bodies met. "Oh God, Alex! Feels so good..." She pulled one of his arms towards her breast, and place hid hand over it so he could fondle her. She knew that he had wanted to touch them, but he had gotten a little distracted with everything else.

"Touch me as much as you want...fuck me as hard as you want...I'm yours, and you can do whatever you want to me, however you want! I will love all of it, just like I love you so much! I don't want anyone else but you!" She moaned as she felt a complete surge of pleasure just from saying those words. She was submitting herself to him and his will, and it was so fucking sexy. Hanna had never said those words to anyone before, nor did she ever plan to! She could see the lust in his eyes and something else...anger? Determination? She couldn't think straight when he was fucking her so hard like this!

This was a night that even Pietro wasn't expecting. He had assumed that both Abigail and himself would talk and chat about how her studies were going, enjoy that cup of coffee, and then perhaps spend some time in the library doing some research. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy this kind of contact with the younger student, nor did he think less of her. Abigail had gone through a terrible past that Pietro could not even fathom in the slightest. Torture. Physical and mental abuse. All at the hands of a man who should have been family instead of a monster. What she needed right now was that security that he promised her. He didn't even want her to go to class tomorrow. No, Pietro wanted Abigail well rested. If this would be a night where she could finally sleep with both eyes shut, then he would do all he could to make sure she got a good night's sleep. Even if he had to stay up all night and be her guardian.

"I wish you didn't hold this a secret from anyone. But, I'm not in your position, and I wouldn't understand." Pietro replied to the thankful student that rested against him. "You have my word that I won't let this leave us, Abigail. There is no doubt in my mind that I will intervene should Elliot feel the desire to do as he pleases, and I won't let harm come to you if that point is crossed." His voice was serious. Pietro, now more than ever, couldn't let Elliot do whatever he wanted. Missions were directed by the Headmaster for Fourth Year students, and Pietro couldn't have any say in that other than handing out these missions to those students. However, Elliot could not be allowed to have the freedom he had before around the campus. Abigail's health was at risk.

He felt her shifting, looking at her curiously as her head soon found itself in his lap. The small smile upon her lips warmed his heart a little. Despite how she just broke down and confided in him, at the end of it all, the Mage could smile. That made him smile as well, happy that he could see Abigail in a better condition. "You have nothing to apologize for. And as much as you think such a thought is silly, I'm flattered." One hand continued to pet her, trying to soothe her still and aid her to fall asleep. Pietro made no effort to move either. He was happy to sit here and be Abigail's pillow. "I'm far from perfect, I just study like you have. You have the potential to be an amazing magical user, Abigail. And I'll do what I can to help you reach that level that you desire." Pietro nodded to her, eyes gentle. "For now, rest. You've had a long day." The man told her, that smile never leaving his lips. Even he was starting to feel the demands of today wearing on his consciousness. Though he wouldn't be the first one to fall asleep.

Hanna's room was starting to build with the heated aroma of sex, and Alexander was loving it. And with every sound she gave him, it drove him that much more into a frenzy. Even Alexander wasn't sure what came over him. It just felt so amazing inside of Hannabelle, claiming her depths over again. She wasn't a virgin, but fuck she felt tight. Hanna's body squeezed him like a hot, wet glove, and he couldn't get over how amazing it felt. "Goddamn, you feel good...!" Came his grunt as he attempted again and again to spear his manhood in between Hanna's folds, their coupling causing lewd sounds to echo into the air that only mixed with their own moans and groans. And whenever he seemed to hit a particularly good spot, the shape shifter would cry out even louder. It became a mission for Alexander to keep striking that weak point, eager to hear Hanna moan like that again and again.

When she guided his hand, he eagerly began to grope and tease one of the orbs upon her chest, relishing in the warm, soft feeling beneath his fingertips. Just like her own womanhood distracted him at first, the breast within his palm did the same as his hips eased just slightly so he could equally split his attention. "I loved checking you out, Hanna. Mmn, I would love picturing these tits of yours out, and how amazing they must feel." Alexander licked his lips as his other hand rested upon the other breast, now torturing and abusing them as the male groaned lewdly above her. "They feel even better than I imagined." He would coo, groping them roughly, even pinching and tugging her nipples teasingly.

Her body pulsing around his eager member urged him to keep going, so Alexander pistoned his hips fast and rough again. Her submission was met with wild abandon, the clapping sounds of their bodies soon becoming rather wet sounding as well thanks to Hanna's own eagerness. The Berserker moaned out how lustfully he craved her, how he wanted to fuck her senselessly. He wondered what Abigail and Pietro were doing for a moment. Were they fucking too? Did that bossy bitch manage to snake her way into his pants? Tch, Pietro was probably small and needle-dicked. Alexander growled again between his panting and somehow thrusted more harshly, looking down to see Hanna's peachy skin starting to turn pink from such rough abuse. But that did not deter him. Instead, the Berserker fucked the shape shifter like his life depended on it. As if he was proving a point, especially with how thinking of Abigail and Pietro just spurred on his jealousy. Fuck those two. Alexander was going to show them how they didn't even compare to both Hannabelle and himself. "Mmn, of fuck...!"

Wow..was this really real? Was Pietro really this serious when it came to making sure she stayed safe? Of course he was..he was her best friend. Still, it kind of felt more than what friends would do. Especially the way he looked at her..but maybe she had already fallen asleep and this was a dream. She was definitely tired...probably imagining things. After all, Pietro...probably couldn't see her as anything other than a very close friend.

Abigail felt so much better. She felt safe in Pietro's apartment. She felt safe with him. His smile only reassured her. Suddenly she didn't feel so scared of her brother anymore. Pietro would make sure that he wouldn't hurt her the way he did so many years ago. "..Okay." Abigail whispered as she closed her eyes. As she drifted off to sleep, she began to wonder if he would leave her. If she was in her right mind, she would have never asked this of him, but...Abigail was falling asleep. "Pietro...please don't leave me tonight." She said right before she lost consciousness and dozed off in his lap. Finally..after so long...Abigail finally could sleep.

Oh! Alexander had already found her sweet spot..and he hadn't even been in her for more than five minutes! Even better was he knew exactly how to hit it! It was just so..oh my god! Hanna already felt like she was getting close?! She never felt like this without foreplay before...she really was attracted to Alex...though his technique and passion also was factoring in how wet she was getting! Hanna started to grab the blanket underneath her as her voice started to become louder.

Ahh! And the way he grabbed her breasts....it was so rough. She really liked it, even though it was a little painful. But it was the right amount of pain, enough to make her nipples even harder. Ohh...if only she could feel his lips on them...but she didn't want him to slow down anymore than he already had. She was so close right now to cumming, especially when he told her how much he fantasized about seeing her naked. So he really was attracted to her, and thought about her in naughty ways before tonight. So she wasn't alone when she would often lay down and touch herself to the thought of him naked. They both masturbated to the thought of the other without clothes on.

Then...he somehow got even faster and rougher with her! What was he thinking about...why was he going so fast and hard like this..? "Oh god! Alexander!" The slapping of their bodies started to sting a little, yet Hanna couldn't stop feeling pleasure despite how rough he was being. "You're so good! Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" She cried out as her toes began to curl. Her hands went down to his back and she began to dig her claws into his back. Finally, she released sweet release. It flooded over her body and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans turned into gasps for air as she had accidentally held her breath. Finally, her body went limp underneath him as she began to pant heavily. Now she wanted to feel him cum inside of her...

Not many would expect Pietro to do this. His kindness was, at most, extended to thinking about the welfare of the students overall, not even thinking of going so far to do something like this for Abigail. Though one might even be curious to think of Pietro even caring about Alexander and any Berserker's well being after Acceleration, considering Accel's past. However there he was, gently holding Abigail as she rested upon him. Their relationship over the months had grown greatly, but many were starting to see something more. Abigail may have had her doubts, but some people were suspecting more from the student captain. Oscar was the first to mention that Pietro seemed to be spending a greater deal of time with the Mage. Like a chain reaction, the rest of the staff seemed to be assuming as well.

The older student watched her start to doze off more and more. Her acceptance of what he asked of her filled his ears, and he sighed in relief. At least Abigail wasn't going to be stubborn and fight off what her body desperately needed. "Good. You need some sleep, Abigail. You deserve it. You've worked really hard not only for researching about Berserkers, but your own studies. Force yourself to stay up any longer, and you'll wear yourself out." Thankfully, Pietro had brought out the comforter earlier. The A/C in his apartment was running a bit on the cooler side today, so she'd no doubt be cold while she slept. Leaning over her slightly, Pietro managed to grab the sheet and gently lay it upon Abigail's frame before he yawned himself, barely catching her whisper. Don't leave? Pietro chuckle lightly before he pet her head gently, nodding. She had already passed out, but he still spoke to her. "I'll be here for as long as you need me, Abigail. I'll always be by your side."

And meanwhile, these other two were doing something far from sleeping. Alexander's hips were in a frenzy, and he was feeling the effects of such a fierce, passionate act. Perspiration dotted his forehead and chest, the lights in Hanna's room giving him a particular shine as he dominated her from above her frame. Every word that left his lips now was a filthy curse, only trumped by the dirty sounds that were coming from the joining of their two bodies, which clapped lewdly and wetly. He was far from gentle, having lost himself to such curious thoughts and furious passion. He was quite possibly trying to kill the girl with sex! She was lucky to be a rather resilient girl herself, Hanna was.

Alexander moaned hotly as he couldn't shake the thought of Pietro and Abigail together. He imagined them tangled up together, lost in a sea of sheets as their bed creaked below them. How Abigail would moan for him. Shouting out his name, lost in throes of passion herself. The feeling in his mind had long gone from trying to outdo Pietro in some strange obsession, to full fits of jealousy that he was now taking out on Hanna's body, though it seemed to be a win-win situation based on how loud she was getting. Not to mention how she tightened around him. "Mmn, fuck!" He continued to curse hotly, slamming himself completely into Hannabelle's body, stretching out her velvety tunnel in all the right ways. Her body was starting to go rigid, and even his virgin mind knew what this meant. Thankfully too, as there was a familiar pulsing in his member.

"C-Cum for me, Hanna!" He grunted. His hands suddenly left her breasts, instead grasping her hips and pulling her level with his own, her back in a small arch. Every thrust now was aided with the Berserker pulling her light body into each one, truly pummeling her pussy raw and making well on her request to make sure she couldn't walk tomorrow. Alexander let out further hot growls as he too was growing close to orgasm. "H-Hanna, fuck... I'm cumming too...!" He called out, thrusting as hard as he could now for the final stretch. He felt her own sexual end rush through her body, Hanna's wet cunt squeezing and milking him for all he was worth. It took away all his will to hold back, and with an especially loud moan, Alex buried himself to the point where his cock helm kissed her inner most depths, blasting her insides with hot seed that came in copious amounts. Not only that, but he suddenly launched forward to press their bodies together, biting into Hannabelle's collarbone in some primal fashion to claim her. That Berserker blood really did a number on his primal instincts.

He moaned along her neck for a moment, every pulse of his members within her followed by a healthy load of potent semen. She would really find out how much he had been unable to tend to himself now, heated groans leaving him with those spurts that were particularly pleasurable.

Hanna's body shuddered when he sunk himself all the way inside of her and began to cum. When Alexander bit down on her collarbone, Hanna cried out in pain. No one had ever done that before and it surprised her. Her body stiffened as she felt him empty himself into her throbbing pussy...there was so much! It was hot and he was pulsating inside of her. She was so sensitive that she could feel every twitch of his cock. Even though it initially hurt, the dull throb of his bite for some reason felt extremely erotic to Hannabelle. Still...it was all a bit too much for her. She felt like she was passing out...it was so good and she was so tired. Her eyes closed, and when he would pull his lips away from her neck he would see a large red mark that would later bruise..he had truly marked her as his. "Mnn...I love you so much...Alexander." Hannabelle whispered right before she fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke up with Alexander in her bed. It took her a bit to realize it, but when she did...she smiled and then leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Alexander...wake up. We should probably not let Abigail see us coming out of my bedroom together. She'd be really mad." Hanna told him, assuming that Abigail had come back late last night after they had finished their passionate love making. She blushed a little, feeling embarrassed that she had fallen asleep on him. He really did fuck her senseless...she would have to ask him if she was his first, but not right now. They needed to get dress and sneak passed their warden. She wondered how Abigail would even handle the news that they were dating. Would Alex tell her? Or would she?

Hanna could still feel his cum inside of her and it made her shudder. Mmnn, she couldn't wait until they were alone again so that he could fuck her like that once more. Maybe they could do it in a different part of the house. Maybe even the shower...mnn it would actually be fun fucking while Abigail was in the apartment. Trying to keep quiet would be quite the thrill. Ugh, she was so perverted! Naughty, as Alexander told her last night. She put on a fresh pair of panties despite her dirtiness and then a large overshirt to be extra modest for Abby. "Mnn...I'm really hungry. Maybe I can convince Abigail to make us some oatmeal..." She told him as she stretched and walked over to the door. "I'll go out and peek to see if the coast is clear."

Abigail slept all through that night without waking up once. She did groan and whimper a bit, but it was nothing bad. She didn't even have any nightmares. In fact, for the first time she dreamed. If Pietro could hear her, he would hear her name coming from her lips multiple times..it seemed like she was dreaming of him. And why not? He was her night in shining armor right now, protecting her in her time of need. Eventually, she did wake up. Surprisingly around the same time she normally liked to wake up, but she did get a good nights sleep.

She didn't get up, or even look around for Pietro. All she could think about was how wonderful she felt for the first time since the day she saw her brother. The question was, would she keep staying with Pietro until he left? Or would she attempt to figure out some way to get over her fear of him? She couldn't spend the rest of her life hiding in Pietro's dorm whenever he showed his face to her. Maybe..just maybe the difference in their power wasn't as great as she thought. Maybe she'd challenge him and...

No. She couldn't do that. He was too strong and would always be stronger than her. Abigail sighed and then rose up from the couch, her eyes scanning the room for Pietro. Did he really spend the night with her to make sure she was okay? Or did he go to his room.

Alexander had managed to fall upon his side behind her, pants still undone with his manhood lazily drooping forward as he snoozed away. That was sex... wow. Alexander even impressed himself with the work he had done, hammering away like a mad man and hopefully giving Hannabelle the greatest night of her life. It definitely was for him, and he felt rather excited to think of when they could be intimate together once more. Intimate? That was primal. That was raw. Could it really be called intimate when they probably engaged in such a carnal act that they could probably make a succubus blush. The only complaint that he had was, at most, how sore his lower back was from the constant motion. Oh boy, but when they both came? It felt like heaven!

He woke up with a grumble and groan, first upon feeling the shape shifter move about and leave the bed, and then once more after hearing her speak to him. Wake up? Good lord, what time was it? The only thing that Alexander wanted to do was sleep the day away and forget about anything important. Maybe even coax her back into bed so they could fool around some more. Of course he suffered the common no longer virgin syndrome after sex; in other words, Alexander was eager for the next round, whenever it may be. Finally seeing Hannabelle in all her glory, completely nude beneath him, her body swallowing up his massive manhood as they roared in climax... if he wasn't so thoroughly pooped himself, perhaps a bit of morning playtime would be mandatory. Nevertheless though, it seemed Hannabelle was up and about, slipping out of her room to scan the area. Alexander just grumbled and laid in bed still, burying his face in the pillows. They smelled like the shape shifter.

Over in Pietro's apartment, Abigail would be met with the sound of sizzling. In the kitchen, seen through the half wall, Pietro was cooking up a rather splendid smelling breakfast. Upon first glance, she'd probably noticed that he had slipped into something else, having woken up an hour or so earlier than Abigail. He wore a simple relaxed tee, a pair of striped sleeping pants covering his lower half. The smells that wafted into the living room came from the crispy, perfectly cooked bacon and sausage patties that Pietro quickly moved to a plate. It then took him only a few more minutes to work on eggs, the man choosing to scramble it with a hint of salt. Though, not too much of course. To top everything off, there were two bowls of a fruit salad next to the empty plates that he reserved for both Abigail and himself. The older student seemed so focused in his task, measuring everything and cooking everything so perfectly. It was only until he cut the gas to the stove and looked up that he realized Abigail was awake, looking for him. "Abigail." He spoke her name softly, smiling at her. Even in the morning, his hair seemed perfectly done.

Plates were moved into the dining room, their bowls of fruit salad soon following as Pietro then went to fetch them something to drink. He poured them both a glass of orange juice (pulp free though, as was his preference), approaching her with a welcoming smile and handing it to her. "Good morning. I apologize if you wanted to wake up earlier. You looked rather peaceful and enjoying your slumber." Pietro had heard her muttering his name during her dreams. He was flattered, unable to lie and say he wasn't interested in knowing what she dreamt of. Perhaps he'd learn one day. "I thought you'd appreciate sleeping in. Especially after last night." He sighed softly. "After something like that, a good night's sleep is the best medicine. Also, why don't you take the day for yourself? I'll inform the professors that you've been dealing with a heavy deal of stress, and an off day is in order. Don't make me give you an order, Abigail." Pietro chuckled as he soon took a seat at the table, but not before pulling out her seat for her, and then sliding her in.

"This is a typical breakfast for me, though I hope it's to your liking. Let me know if I can get you anything else. Salt? Pepper?" Whether she requested either or, or even something else, Pietro would politely grab for her, along with the pitcher of orange juice that was definitely the good stuff. He took a big sip himself, savoring the taste as it slithered down his throat. "Ah, I was thinking it over while cooking, and I'd like you to have this. I understand that you may still feel... stressed, even in your own apartment. So please." Pietro then presented her with a key card, the word "Temporary" printed upon its surface along with the room number. If she recalled when entering, it matched this apartment. "Before you say anything, I care about you, Abigail. I would like you to feel free to come by any time to find reprieve or relief here. My door is open to you, especially with this. You remember how we get here, correct? The elevator will require key card authorization after you select this floor." He explained, pausing to take a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. He then wiped his mouth and looked towards the Mage, awaiting her response. Oh he was prepared to shoot down any objections. The older student did care, and he was serious about it.

Hannabelle was surprised to see their living room...still the way it was when they left it last night. Abigail normally always cleaned their games up and the soda cans being the mother hen that she was. Sometimes she even woke them up early in the morning and made them clean it up. However, everything was the way it was..untouched. Where was she? Hanna felt the slightest amount of worry, so she decided to look all over the apartment. Alexanders room was empty, of course hers was empty too...Living room, kitchen, their bathroom...and her room. She saw the bathroom door closed, so she decided to open it. ..Her bathroom was so big and nice! It was nicer than their bathroom! There was a fucking bath tub in here and a shower stall! She had been hiding this the entire time..?

No, she was getting off track. Where the hell was Abigail, she always came home every night. Her pillows and bed looked like they hadn't been disturbed, but the biggest signal was that there was no scent of perfume or toothpaste or anything...she hadn't been here all night! Hanna slowly walked out of her room and then opened her door. "Abby never came home last night, Alex." She told him as she walked over to his body that was still curled up in her bed. "I'm worried about her, she always comes home." Hanna did feel that there was something wrong with Abigail ever since their first mission. Her brother was still around, and Hanna could smell him all the time whenever she was near Abigail...so that meant he was following her around. "Hey, we should probably try to find her. I really have a bad feeling about this."

Abigail was surprised to wake up to cooking. She usually was the one who cooked for everyone. Hanna and Alexander would just throw waffles in a toaster or order pizza rather than actually cook a real meal. Especially now that they got paid salary...those two would find any excuse to eat out and waste their money, so she usually took it upon herself to be the cook. Everything smelled so good, too. Pietro really was perfect. If only she could live with him and not those two animals. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail so it would be too messy and then tried to smooth out her clothes as best she could. Then she put her glasses on and walked to the table, watching him cook in the kitchen. He was..really focused. "Good morning, Pietro...what's all this?" Abigail asked, returning his smile. Wow...that fruit looked really good.

She took the glass of orange juice and listened to him apologize for not waking her sooner. She laughed a bit seeing as how she was the one apologizing to him over and over last night for imposing on him. He was so polite...not like that loser Alexander. Hmm..it was a little weird how she often compared those two. Or anyone really...she always compared anyone she interacted with to that freak. Ugh, he occupied her thoughts too much. "The..entire day off? I don't really think that's necessary." Abigail sat down when he pulled the chair out for her, but as he continued on she realized she didn't really have much of a choice. Classes were easy, it was studying that took up the majority of her brain power. She was always ahead of the lessons the teachers gave her.

Typical breakfast? This was something that Abigail would make once every week or two. It was very fancy and it took a lot on her end, but maybe because she was feeding three people. She shook her head when he asked if she needed anything else. This was all so good looking on it's own. And the juice she was drinking? Was it freshly squeezed or something? "Mnn..you are a really good cook, Pietro." Abigail complimented as she began to eat breakfast. She listened to Pietro when he said he was thinking about something while he cooked. Abigail was not expecting what happened next...when he pulled out a card that resembled her own keycard to her room. Wait..was he letting her have access to his place? She took it and continued listening to him, processing his words slowly but still understanding them.

"Wow..Pietro. Thank you, but you really don't have to do this. I feel fine..and I'd really hate to impose. Umm...but seriously...thank you so much."

The Berserker had managed to dose off again into a rather deep slumber, yet this time, it was filled with a rather vivid dream. And lo and behold, guess who shows up in his dreams? Good ol' Abigail Hunter! Although, his mental self didn't have time to dwell on how annoying he remembered her scowling face. Instead, Alexander could feel that something was amiss. Firstly, he saw that it was only Abigail and himself. Abigail was trembling, panting hard like she had been running from something. Or, perhaps, someone. She was staring up at him pleadingly, speaking to him, begging him for something. But Alexander couldn't hear her for some reason. He stared at her, confused. What was she trying to say? "I can't hear you." Alexander said in response, though it only made things worse as thunder filled the air with lightning striking the ground around them. He thought he could hear her speak, but suddenly a bolt of lightning came striking down upon them. The electric surge in this mental vision even rocked him awake in reality.

It was around the time that Hannabelle entered back into her own bedroom, Alexander having sat up, staring off at the wall beside the shape shifter before his eyes traveled to her. He almost didn't hear her as he took a deep breath, reeling from the intensity of the dream. "Wait, hold on..." Alexander rubbed his face, not able to focus right now. If she asked about anything, he simply shook his head and looked back to her with a sigh. The corner of his lip perked up in a kind of half smile before he asked her what she was saying earlier. Hannabelle mentioned Abigail not being here, and that was just a complete shocker to him. And the fact that Alexander had a dream about her? His eyes scanned around him, as if searching for an answer. Well they weren't going to find it in this room, especially when Abigail mentioned she had a bad feeling. "All right, hold on. Let me get dressed." Alexander said in a hurry, hopping up and buckling his pants up. Geez, what a morning.

He quickly shut the door behind them as they left the apartment, going towards the railing and grasping it, looking over the lobby as people filed in and out, lounged around the area, or seemed to be busy with something. "Shit..." The Berserker cursed beneath his breath, thinking about to last night. She was with Pietro... could she still be there? Biting his lip, he looked over to Hannabelle. "I think she was with Pietro last. But I don't know what they were doing together." He explained, rubbing his neck as he gave an impatient sigh.

As Pietro suspected, Abigail was starting to object. He had long seen that the woman was learning much faster compared to her classmates. Some of the professors were even dumbfounded when even their hardest lessons were struck out by Abigail. However, he was very much serious, and he confirmed that with her. "I mean it, Abigail. Take the day off. You'll no doubt be unaffected with a day behind in classwork, either way. I know you won't. So it'll be a refreshing break for you. Maybe, if you're still interested in some more leadership training, perhaps you'd like to shadow me or something?" Pietro offered, looking at her curiously. Granted, it wasn't really taking the day off, however it was taking it a bit easier. If she wanted to be up and about, at least Pietro could monitor her this way.

When the Mage replied to him about the key card, he simply shook his head, leaning forward with his fingers bridged in front of his mouth, looking at her carefully. "Abigail," He began, his voice serious. "I don't think less of you. I don't think you weaker for your fear. But even you have to know that this is something you can't quite drop whenever you want." At least, that's what Pietro felt. He continued on, however. "You don't have to come here every night if you don't want to, but I want you to know that I won't turn you away when you need help. Like I said, I'm here for you, Abigail." Once again, his voice was sincere and truthful, even despite the seriousness of the conversation. His eye held the same amount of caring he showed her last night before she slept. Pietro was making it very clear that it was her choice, but that he also wanted to be there for her of his own volition.

"You're not alone." He repeated once more after taking several bites of his fruit bowl. Every movement he did was precise, practiced, and formal. It was obvious that Pietro had some sort of rather strict upbringing, yet he was very humble. He was very hospitable too, as Abigail had seen already. "So don't think you're imposing. Besides, I forgot how pleasant it is to have a guest around. Especially you, Abigail. We definitely have a better connection than I have with some of my colleagues I've known for years." Pietro couldn't hold back a chuckle as he thought about the professors and even some of the other Fourth Year students. Professors like Amethyst were easy to speak with, and he did have a rather friendly relationship with her. The others were a bit more odd, but he didn't think he disliked them. As for people such as Dante, Red, and... Elliot... they almost felt purely business. Interesting too, considering that they would be his friends and companions more so than the teachers and staff. Right now, it felt like the only person he truly considered a close friend was Abigail. And he seemed very intent on keeping that friendship as well.

Hannabelle waited for Alexander to get dressed, though she was sad to see him do it. He couldn't just walk around naked, but goddamn. If they didn't live with Abigail she'd tell him he wasn't allowed to walk around the house without clothing, at all. Hannabelle got dressed herself, taking off her T-shirt and replacing it with a casual tank top dress. It was short, to the point where if she bent over her panties were showing. Probably not the best thing to wear around a possessive boyfriend, but..well Hanna hadn't realize the extent of his jealousy was. When she went into the bathroom to blush her teeth, she saw the bruise he had left, or was it a hickey? Well it was visible, but she was kind of proud of it. Hopefully the professors wouldn't say anything about it. Last thing she wanted was for them to get separated because they were caught having sex together.

Once she was done brushing her teeth and fixing her hair, Hanna joined Alexander and they went out into the lobby. She looked around and didn't see her, but if she didn't come home last night, this wasn't wear she would be. The little priss wouldn't be caught dead wearing the same outfit she had on yesterday in front of all these people. "She was with Pietro?" For a moment, she felt very sick to her stomach, so much that she held onto Alexander's arm, tightly. Then, a familiar scent crossed her nose. Someone who smelled similar to Abby but was very, very different. Hanna couldn't pinpoint where he was, but did that mean that Abigail was around? She only caught scent of him when she was with Abigail. So why..?

"Good morning, Hannabelle Riley. Alexander Leander." The voice pierced her ears and she whirled around, seeing Elliot right behind them. She did her best not to seem like she was afraid or angry with him. As much as he gave her a bad feeling, he technically didn't do anything except be a little creepy.

"Oh..Good morning, Elliot. Nice to see you here. Umm...have you by any chance...seen your sister around?" Hanna asked him in attempts to get some answers. If anyone knew, he did.

"Oh, I haven't seen her. I know where she is though, and I'm not really too happy about it. It's one thing to share a living space with an assigned living partner, but..." His eyes flashed to Alexander, showing a trace amount of annoyance. "Going over to a mans dorm and spending the night there isn't very appropriate. There's not much I can do about it though seeing as how Pietro is more or less everyone's superior. At least everyone third year and below. His decisions are...what supposedly is best for his classmates. So, they probably had a good reason. Anyways, she's fine." Elliot gave Hannabelle the once over, his eyes going up and down her body, stopping just at her neck. He grinned a bit and his eyes went to Alexander this time, staring at him very closely. "You should keep better track of my baby sister, you know. She means a lot to me and I'd hate to watch her get hurt...but I see that you two are busy these days with each other, and Abigail has only been drifting apart from you two. She's always alone more or less...no doubt she went to Pietro last night to seek comfort in his company after you two selfishly shunned her in order to bond even closer than you were before. Anyways, it's none of my business. Have a good morning, you two."

Abigail sighed a bit when she realized that she couldn't say no. At least when he gave her the option of shadowing him, her face lit up. "Shadow you? Like, follow you so I can see all those things you have to run off to do whenever you aren't in class? I'd..definitely be honored!" She said excitedly. Oh, she had always wanted to see what Pietro was always off doing. She recalled the first guy he had to run off with during their very first session of alone time together. So much had changed since before that day.

As she finished her breakfast, she listened to what Pietro had to say regarding the key situation. She couldn't help but feel...special. And trusted. He trusted her and her judgement. "Mmmnn.." She hummed as she thought about what to say. He kept telling her how much he would be there for her and she hadn't really said anything about that last night because she had been excited. Though now, she had to think of a way to express herself so he'd know she appreciated him. "Thank you, Pietro. Really, I do appreciate this. I'm also very flattered to here how much you enjoy being around me. I've only been at Accel for a few months, so knowing that I'm closer to you than people you have known for a couple years..well that's just...very flattering." She told him before she finished the last of her fruit and finished off her orange juice.

"You're...my best friend. You know more about me than anyone else does. Especially now...I trust you more than anyone. Thank you for having me over and cooking me breakfast. I'm going to go back to my dorm so I can shower and change clothes, okay? I don't want to keep you so I'll find you after I'm done." She got up and then went over to him, giving him a very big hug. Last night she had realized it was okay to touch him and hug him. So she wasn't shy about it this morning. After a bit, she let him to and then walked out of his Dorm, going straight for the elevator. She sighed happily, feeling not only refreshed by generally just content with her life. Stupid Alexander wasn't as caring as Pietro was. He was so fucking dumb...couldn't even see something was bothering her, or if he did he just was too busy with Hannabelle.

Abigail made her way back to their apartment, suddenly not feeling so good anymore. She was...really upset with those two for seemingly no reason....

Hannabelle's dress was short, yeah, and perhaps on someone else, it might be somewhat acceptable. However, on the shape shifter, because of her own assets, this dress was far from appropriate. Hell, her panties would be displayed to the world when bent over. That would be pretty hot. Though, what about every other guy that saw? That got his blood boiling a bit. However, Alexander oddly pictured Abigail in that dress for a moment, and then bending over to pick something up. In any other situation, even a mere thought like that would make him blush madly. Instead, he tried to shake his head and figure their way to finding Abigail. He shared the same thoughts that Hanna did, believing that Abigail wouldn't be caught dead past the hours set in place by Accel. That woman had to stick to every rule there ever was. There probably wasn't a single rule that she didn't follow.

However, that was when a familiar presence graced them. Alexander felt Hannabelle hold on to his arm. "What's wrong?" He started, only to realize who it was. Elliot. For a moment, the Berserker gazed at the older student, feeling tense. Why was it that this brother of Abigail's gave him absolute chills down his spine? He recalled how Abigail was just frozen in terror herself. If she was scared, then what exactly was up with Elliot? Alexander had such a bad feeling, and yet both Hanna and himself were staring at the man. But, a brother would know where his sister is, right? Hannabelle jumped on that thought way before Alexander did, and Elliot seemed to give his two cents.

Firstly, the look Elliot gave Alexander felt uncomfortable. Like he had something against him. Normally, he would step up to the plate and probably pick a fight, even if this was a Fourth Year student who could mop the floor with him, but his mind was still focused on Abigail. He wanted to find her, fearful that something happened to her. Though the more that Elliot answered Hannbelle's question, Alexander felt a pain in his chest. Well, in an emotional sense. She had slept over at Pietro's? Why? Were they really romantically involved? Alexander almost didn't catch the older Hunter's condescending tone as he spoke in a way that sounded like he cared. But he just kept adding on and on, and for a moment, Alexander's defensiveness came bubbling up. A fang flashed as he tightened up a fist. Elliot was really starting to piss him off.

Pietro nodded lightly as Abigail seemed to rather excited on the premise of shadowing him. He was truly flattered. Honestly, most under year students didn't take a bit of interest in the leadership roles, especially one like his. Now, he didn't feel like his role was the most important, but it could be the most taxing and demanding at times. There was no doubt in his mind that Abigail would one day become the captain of the student body as well. She seemed born for the role and had the knowledge and willpower to carry out the tasks that he himself shouldered. Perhaps this brief glimpse would give her more encouragement too.

The rest of their conversation was truly enjoyable, the older student enjoying her own endearing words. He definitely wouldn't do this for just anyone, he reminded himself, and to see and hear Abigail's smile. Pietro watched her then finish off her breakfast and then speak of her friendship with him. Best friends? Pietro chuckled sheepishly, though it only seemed rather calm. Either way, Abigail managed to break through even more so of his prim and proper exterior, and for a moment he didn't have any words in mind. But like Abigail said to him, he felt her trust. Her acceptance. Especially when the woman opened up to him so much the prior night. With a nod, the student captain picked up the dishes one by one and moved them to the kitchen. "Understood. The elevator won't require a key card down. And why don't you relax for a bit, make sure your roommates are staying out of trouble. Or, hopefully, studying this morning. I'll be downstairs and drop by your apartment. And dressed comfortably." Pietro smiled. "I do tend to be all over Accel a good deal of the time." He would walk her to the door, shutting it behind her once she left. Suddenly, a minute or so later, Pietro felt the alarm on the Rage detector for Alexander go off once more. This time, it seemed to extend out. "Damn... hopefully this isn't another false alarm!"

Elliot wouldn't go far before Alexander grabbed him by the shoulder. There was a terrible force coming from this man, but the Berserker's anger deterred the initial shock. "I don't buy anything that comes your mouth, buddy." He first snarled, glaring at Elliot intently. "I don't trust you at all either. You've got some serious bad vibes going on, and I can't help but think you're hiding something." What made him think that? Well, maybe not something illegal or something like that, just... something felt wrong about Elliot. And it rubbed Alexander the wrong way. Especially how Elliot talked like he was better than them.

Still, Alexander got into the older student's face. "You wanna say something, say it to my face. I don't care how strong you are, or if you're Abigail's brother." He shot back. They stood around the same height, but their powers made him feel a bit shorter. Though this Berserker wasn't the one to step down from a fight. And especially with this guy, who seemed to terrify one his roommates. Just thinking about Abigail so terrified...! Alexander felt his heart thumping hard against his chest, fingers squeezing so hard into that fist that his nails dug a bit into his palm.

When Elliot felt Alexander's hand on his shoulder, he stopped in his tracks. He didn't turn around, he was just waiting for him to say what he had to say. Those would be his last words before Elliot sent him to the infirmary. That anger that he felt..well it was sickening to Elliot. He liked fear, depression, and sadness. Abigail had showed him anger all the way until he closed in on her. All that anger turned into fear as she remembered everything he had ever done to her. Then again...Elliot watched as Alexander got into his face. He was truly an annoying little troll, regardless of what height he was. The only reason why Elliot was even giving him the time of day, is because he knew that this boy was someone his sister was close with.

"Everyone around here has just seen that you picked a fight with me, Leander." Elliot's voice was suddenly cold as he glared at him relentlessly. "What's the matter? Did I strike a nerve? I'm sorry that you had to hear that my sister is fucking the student captain from me. Still, I can't let this go unpunished. Did you know that in Accel, first to fourth years is not a title given by time, but rather experience and level? That is why some students have been here for more than four years. So, it's more of a rank. You're all the way at the bottom while I am at the top. I'm the strongest of the fourth years, even...." Elliot grinned as he took a single step back, his magic power becoming ever more prevalent as he allowed everyone in the entire school to feel it. If they could pick up the very slightest of magic energies, they'd know how strong he was.

Abigail was about to head over to the apartment when she felt Elliot's power, and her eyes widened. She could feel her legs growing stiff and contemplated ignoring it. However, she recognized Alexander's little spark earlier...Wait...no! She forced her legs to move as she rushed over to where she felt Elliot. The closer she got the harder it became to breathe, but she was determine to stop this before it started. If Alexander antagonized Elliot, he would beat him up...badly. Even if the Berserker managed to transform, he'd still be no match for her breather. Abigail could only hope that the teachers would get here in time before either of them threw the first punch...

Hanna went behind Alexander and then took him by the arm. "Alexander, don't..." Hanna told him, though she only managed to draw Elliot's attention. He smiled at her. A very beautiful, voluptuous woman. Now that was someone he wanted to cause pain to, to see what she looked like with tears running down her cheeks. Alexander would feel a strong, invisible force grab him by the arm that Hanna was holding, and then swing it directly into her face with enough force to throw her back. Hanna cried out as she felt blood immediately start dripping out of her nose before she even hit the ground.

"Ohh...you should really watch that anger of yours, Alexander Leander..All the young miss tried to do was stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life." Elliot grinned cruelly at the man. If Alexander wanted to attack him, he'd be meeting nothing but an invisible wall. No one could see the force Elliot was using to attack, so it really did look like Alexander had struck Hanna.

Did Elliot really care what Alexander thought of people? He was definitely far from quiet, his raised voice catching the attention of many people down below and passing by. The fact that he was picking a fight with Elliot Hunter, that was even more frightening. Everyone knew to fear that man when he was around, and many were nearly ecstatic when Elliot was gone on a mission. Yet the man excelled in classes and tasks, often completing them a good deal ahead of time. Now that he was back, it was like no place was sacred. Even the church that Accel had built for students of many religions felt touched by the wickedness of this man. And yet even most of the staff was hesitant to approach him and deal with him. There were only a small handful, and even they tread carefully around Elliot Hunter.

"Fuck if I care." Alexander growled back. "You don't fucking know that." He tried to interject, but he heard the holier-than-thou prick go on and on, talking about experience and level. Alexander didn't know that at all, the term "Year" being a false indicator of time that these students spent here. In other words, if there was no progress, a student could forever be a First Year unless they were kicked out. And all the Berserker could think was... So? For all he cared right now, there was just an annoying bastard in front of him that wanted to threaten him and take him down a peg. One thing that many were coming to learn was that Alexander spoke his mind and didn't back down. Dante was most familiar with this and seemed to applaud the personality while Pietro found it to be aggravating as Alexander refused to take orders he didn't agree with. Facing Elliot, however, Alexander saw not only as a danger to himself, but also to Hannabelle, and most importantly... Abigail.

The rather choking magical power struck not only Alexander, causing him to hunch over a good bit from the sudden, forceful weight upon his entire body, but also Pietro who had been running down the stairwell in a frenzied state. The buzzer continuously rang out, signalling the younger white-haired student's frustrated emotions that tapped into his Rage. But he nearly dropped the device as the wave of magic from Elliot hit him. Pietro grunted lightly, staring pensively at the stairwell floor number, only having gotten in and having at least several flights of stairs to go through. This was going to take too long, and Pietro was worried about Abigail. His legs forced him onward, and his own magical force steadied him, allowing the captain to run full speed down the steps as best as he could.

Hanna's voice caught Alexander's attention, the younger man turning around. "Hanna, I can't let this guy walk around like he's tough shit." He replied, biting his lip. "I won't back down, not for some priss like-" He never finished. There was a grasp upon his arm, and he looked at the limb strangely. But before he could question anything further, Alexander could only watch in horror as Hannabelle was hit square in the nose by his own elbow, a pained cry following. Gasps and shocked yells filled the room around them as students started coming to Hannabelle's aid, already several of them kneeling down and checking up on her. What the hell just happened?! The feeling upon his arm suddenly left, and when he looked over at Elliot, that was all he needed to hear to know that he was the culprit. It must have been magic! "I'll... I'll...!"

"I'll motherfucking kill you!!!"

Abigail would see the stairwell door suddenly swing open in front of her, followed by Pietro and the annoying buzzing of the alarm. However, that's when it also suddenly turned high pitched, Pietro staring at the alarm as the measurement needle began to go wild along the meter, even starting to short. "Damn it!" His head tossed to Abigail. "Where are they?! Alexander might be losing himself right now!" He shouted to her, grabbing a hold of Abigail around her shoulder, cradling her safely. She would notice that despite in the dorms, the man had his blade already unsheathed as well. This was serious business, and apparently Pietro too was even on edge. "Stay close to me, avoid Elliot and don't speak to him. Don't even look at him."

The next thing Elliot would see behind his invisible wall was Alexander suddenly striking it and meeting resistance. He only grunted once in confuse, but suddenly began hammering away at it in a mad, furious state. People were shouting at Alexander to stop, knowing that even if Elliot was an ominous man, he had no reason to strike at Hananbelle. However, no words got through, and Alexander was at the point where he was growling at Elliot. Oscar came from the ceiling and looked around, spotting the incident. "O-Oh crap! A-Amethyst!" The Wisp shouted telepathically, even reaching out to all available staff. "Student Dorms, Lobby! Immediately! There's a situation with Elliot and Alex!" He informed them and attempted to float there, but Elliot's magical aura slowed him, the formless man even struggling to try and reach them. Meanwhile, Alexander seemed to become even more persistent. Elliot would watch as his knuckles began to drip fresh blood on to the carpets, and yet he still didn't get any further. The moment claws came out, still no avail...


... However...

A feral pair of eyes glared in a death stare at Elliot, and suddenly Alexander reared his head back and headbutted this invisible field protecting Elliot. That was a bit of an understatement. Alexander literally slammed his forehead into the defensive shield Elliot put up. It held up, still blocking Alexander who now had a fresh trail of blood from atop of his head. But when he began striking at that spot, Elliot would hear a crack. Minor, absolutely minor. His defense still kept Alexander at bay, however the mere notion that a First Year could even cause a single digit of damage to a Fourth Year's perfect defense and still carry on like a wild animal was... was...! Even Oscar had heard it, looking on as he tried to hurry. Alexander couldn't hope to get through, and yet he tried with bloody vengeance. But still...

... He cracked it? Even just by a hair?

Hannabelle hit the floor and immediately she found everyone rushing to her aid. She held her nose, though she knew that Alexander hadn't done that...he would never hit her. Still...that really hurt. She started to tear up as she looked up at Elliot. He was licking his lips as she watched the blood drip from her chin down into her cleavage. She knew he had done it...somehow he caused Alexander to hit her. Even thought she wanted to be angry, she felt nothing but the flight instinct. Everyone could feel Elliot's power, and no one wanted to fuck with him. Hannabelle included. Was this why Abigail was so scared of him? Because she knew of his power?

Her eyes went back to Alexander, however. There was no way he would back down now. Elliot had hurt her. Elliot had made him hurt his own girlfriend. She flinched when he screamed at Elliot, threatening to kill him. Though when he attacked, Elliot made no movements to avoid him. He had something up his sleeve, but what? Her answer came almost immediately as Alexander threw a punch, only to be stopped by something. Elliot wasn't casting a spell, he wasn't do anything except standing there...so why..? Despite hitting that wall though, Alexander didn't stop. Hanna saw blood dripping from his knuckles as he snarled at Elliot, and she tried to get up. "Stop it! Alexander!" She shouted, but she was held back by her worried classmates. Everyone know who the berserker was, and wants they began raging it was hard to stop them.

Abigail heard Pietro coming before he even came into view. That beeper of his was going off so loud it was hurting her ears. Something was wrong...Alexander..? When Pietro wrapped her arms around her, she felt some relief, but not much. "Alexander is in danger, isn't he? They're in the lobby!" Abigail shouted as they both made their way downstairs frantically. She knew Pietro told her to stay away from Elliot, but...she was the only person who could stop him. She couldn't run from this! No matter how scared she was..she couldn't run away from her brother when he was threatening Alexander!

Amethyst and Alan heard Oscar's message, though they had felt Elliot's strength first. It would take them some time to get to the student dorms...Amethyst tried to teleport there but there was too much interference...that Elliot Hunter..so strong he could repel other magic. That explained why she couldn't reach him with her telepathy magic.

Elliot just laughed when Alexander continued to hit his magic wall, which was really his summoned guardian: Etherium. Etherium was an Eidolon that her mother had given him when he was a small child. Not many Eidolon's existed in their world because they hated humans. However, his mother was different and could persuade even the most stubborn Eidolons to come to her aid. Etherium had been with him for years, starting out as a small force until Elliot started training him every day relentlessly. Now they were both superior to every mage in Accel, or rather, every student. So of course, no one knew that it existed, and thus could not see Etherium. So he was rumored to be a psychic more so than a mage, since no one understood his magic.

Elliot looked into those feral, inhuman eyes and watched him headbutt into Etherium. At first he just rolled his eyes, seeing all that blood coming from his forehead...though when he heard that single crack, and saw Etherium shudder in pain, the smile came right off his face, being replaced with surprise. He...hurt Etherium? Even slightly..he...

"You...fucking...brat!" Elliot, who was never one to loose his cool, was now glaring at Alexander. He would crush this berserker who DARED to hurt Etherium! Alexander would suddenly feel a large force hit his side, flinging his body all the way across the large lobby and into the wall. He hit it with enough force to form a small crater. "You think you're something, kid?! You...are nothing but trash! Trash!" Even though he was all the way across the room, Elliot was still attacking somehow. Hanna screamed as his body was hit over and over, seeing him jerk back and forth at the invisible blows. She pulled away from the others and ran over to him, not caring about whether or not she'd be attacked. Falling over to his side, she hugged him protectively. "Step aside, woman..." Elliot growled as he started to slowly walk over to the two.

"No! I won't! You're killing him!" Hannabelle screamed as she held her boyfriend tightly. Elliot continued to walk over to the two, and no one dared to stop him.

"I won't ask you again. I'm your superior, so listen to me. Get. The fuck. Out of my way." Before Elliot could take another step, a wall of fire suddenly rose up to block him and the other two. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes going over to the bottom of the stair way. His sister stood there, glaring at him. She ran behind it, and it eventually disappeared. Though now she was standing between him and Leander. "...Abigail. How nice of you to join us..." A smile appeared on his face, as if his anger had completely disappeared. He was very happy to see her, and the way she shook even when she tried to defend her friends.

"Leave..." She told him, her voice coming out as nothing but a squeak. He tilted his head to the side and cupped his ear as if he hadn't heard her. "LEAVE!" She shouted, a force of wind blowing directly at him. The wind however, just whirled around him, as if he was standing behind a wall again. Abigail backed up, seeing one of her most powerful spells being reduced to nothing. Elliot just laughed softly, looking at her and then Pietro. The teachers..they were coming soon. He didn't feel like dealing with them.

"Fine. But I'll be back to finish this. Unless, baby sister...you want to take the rest of Alexander Leander's punishment. If you do..I'll leave him be."

Everyone watched on in fear as Elliot just stood there, practically bored as he simply just let Alexander beat himself up in front of whatever barrier the elder student conjured up. A Raged Berserker had a mention, and that was to kill the source of its passionate fury. There were no Berserkers in the crowd, something Abigail would be familiar with. But Berserkers were common place in the Academy beforehand. The students knew about the abilities they possessed, and Alexander's Rage was no different. Except for the fact of those wild eyes. Raging didn't mean that a Berserker lost control. They had sense, logic. Alexander? The more knowledgeable of the crowd could tell that something was slightly amiss, and Oscar above was starting to fear the worst. Could Alexander be going Wild? "Oh bloody hell... We might need the Headmaster soon...!" Oscar murmured fearfully to the others, but with Elliot's influx of magical Aura, his voice barely even carried through, merely the word "Headmaster" being the only audible word.

"Hanna, don't move!" "Stay back, that crazy Berserker is nuts right now!" "He'll just hurt you again, keep away from him!" Hannabelle's fellow students shouted out, mixed in with the constant growling and snarling of the feral animal that was her boyfriend, he clawed, punched, kicked, kneed, and headbutted his way to try and get to the man that dared harm her. Alexander knew it was Elliot! Somehow! Some way! That man was behind that invisible pair of hands that grabbed his arms, he felt it! There's no way he would ever hurt Hannabelle like that. And the more he thought about it, it fueled his anger even more. "Get out here, you bastard! I'm going to rip that smug little grin off your fucking face!" Alexander snapped in fury, causing himself further harm as he heard the crack, but didn't process it. Instead, his mind had only one thing in store for Elliot: a violent, gruesome mauling. And he'd be damned if he let the elder brother of their roommate get away from him.

Pietro was running faster than ever, as best he could with Abigail in tow. He didn't want to leave her behind but... Pietro couldn't stand to see another Berserker go wild. He had to put down several of his Berserker comrades already, one he almost considered close to him like Abigail was now. Both he and Alexander didn't get along, that was for sure, but not once did he wish a fate like this upon the First Year. "We don't have time for ethics, I apologize, but I had a chip monitoring Alexander's Rage levels for any anomalies. It sensed it once before, and then last night when I thought it was defective. Now it won't stop. I have a feeling Elliot might be the cause of this..." The man explained, rushing down the steps. However, Abigail soon flew from his arm, and he called out to her. "Abigail, wait!" And yet to no avail. Pietro cursed and resorted to double time. He wouldn't forgive himself if Elliot then set his sights upon Abigail. He knew that cruel man would.

Everyone flinched and looked over to Elliot as the darkly calm, powerful student lost his nerve. It even rivaled the anger that Alexander was fuming out with, but no one had time to process it at all. Least of all, the Berserker himself. He reared his arm back to deliver a punch, expecting to hit the barrier again. Instead, he felt a crushing blow in his gut that knocked the wind out of him. Hard. Alexander coughed violently every ounce of air in his lungs for the moment before he was sent flying into the wall. His mouth went wide open, but with no air, he couldn't even let out a pained gasp. What was going on?! He had a single eye upon Elliot for the briefest of seconds, seeing the man just shouting at him. Was he casting something? It didn't look like it at all! But he wasn't spared a moment to think anymore as blows only followed soon after. It hurt on a whole new level since he came here to Accel, and he could hear several ribs breaking. The pain just got worse, and he wasn't even sure if he had air in his lungs, but Alexander let out a agonizing yell that pierced everyone's ears.

His ears were ringing, he could barely hear a thing. Alexander thought a rib pierced his lung, because he started coughing up blood. Much more than he thought was normal for getting one's ass kicked. Ugh, it didn't feel too bad... well, he couldn't feel anything really. A pair of arms threw themselves around him, and with the room spinning and whoever the hell this was, hell, Alexander couldn't see. He had to blink weakly several times, and even then he barely made out Hanna's face, her voice a muffled sound. He didn't even hear Elliot walk over. Hanna's name tried to slip past the Berserker's lips, but only blood dribbled out as he just laid there, battered beyond belief. God, was he nearly killed?

Although, that's when a searing heat flew around him. It felt awful, but it surrounded him protectively. That alone made the heat a welcomed relief, as much as Alexander hated thinking about it. He could also hear a loud buzzing sound, kind of like a fire alarm. It was far off though, and he honestly confused it with the own ringing in his ears. But the young man could make another figure in front of him. His vision started to solidify and get clearer, the ringing starting to lessen. It was when Abigail's fierce shout filled the air with wind that it seemed his hear was in proper order. Oh good, at least he wasn't going deaf. That would just fucking suck.

Pietro had appeared behind Elliot, blade in hand yet at the ready. For a moment, their auras seemed to clash, two of the strongest Fourth Year students within all of Accel. Anyone caught in the middle would probably die from such magical pressure. "You're going to report to the Headmaster's office, Elder Hunter." Came his stern voice, glaring with contained fury at the lower of the two ranked individuals. "As your superior, you will report to him at once. And I will personally escort you. Whatever conflict you two had gotten in, you know very well even a sliver of your power could be used to subdue him. Instead you nearly release all of it to kill him?" Even as he chastised his fellow Fourth Year, it was clear that Pietro wasn't taking any chances. The student could easily bring his sword to the ready if need be, but to avoid any more conflict, Pietro opted to stay at a reasonable distance. Elliot couldn't deny the skill level Pietro had, and neither of them would get out of this unscathed if a fight ensued between them. "In terms of discipline, Leander will be dealt with after a full recovery. However long that may take." He briefly looked over to the three First Years, trying his best to inspect Alexander's wounds from afar. Already, he could tell they were bad. And knowing Elliot, this would require even more extensive healing magic that even Abigail could apply.

"We're leaving now, Elliot. Don't make me force-"

"H-Hey..." Alexander's weak voice came out, his form trembling as he tried to push himself up, thankful to Hanna for being there. However, he couldn't even stand. Instead, the white-haired fighter crawled forward, coming just up to Abigail, grunting painfully with each movement and spitting on the floor a trickle of blood. He was woozy. He felt like he was going to black out. Oh hell, he just hurt all over. But no way was Elliot getting away just yet. "Listen here... ungh... f-fuck face." Pietro attempted to silence Alexander, but with a surprising amount of disobedience, Alexander snapped out. "Fuck off!" Followed by some bloody coughing, but he returned to Elliot. He wiped his brow as best he could, staring at Elliot with a single feral eye. There was a bloody toothed smirk upon Alexander's lip as he cleared his throat. "Next time...? I'm gonna cut your throat out... and I'm gonna watch you d-die..." And that was it. Alexander couldn't stay awake. His eyes rolled up as everything went black, and Alexander passed out.

Oscar was stressing out, knowing he couldn't do anything. "Amethyst hurry up! Oh shit... Alex is in bad condition, and I don't know what Elliot's going to do, even with Pietro here!" His voice was fearful as his form bobbled up and down in the air, trying to maintain a visual over everything. Oh if he just had his body back...!

Even though Elliot was having a staring match with Abigail, he sensed Pietro. He even had his sword drawn, though Etherium was standing protectively at his back in case the Student Captain make a move. He ignored him for now. Pietro was smart and knew that if he tried to fight him, he'd be risking his life. Elliot did not go easy on people who were even remotely close to his level and would rather leave them on the edge of death rather than just beat them up. Alexander was an exception. He had cracked that hard exterior of Elliot's and released a beast that was lurking just under his skin. "Well Abigail? Will you take the rest of Leander's punishment?" He repeated, though Abigail found herself completely frozen once again. It was like...she felt his aura all around her body and skin. It was..so strong. It was suffocating her...Even though Pietro's was exuding as well from his body too...she couldn't feel it. She could only feel Elliot's...

That was when she heard Alexander's voice. She looked back at him, seeing him crawl away from Hanna, who seemed to be stunned. Staring at both Elliot and Pietro. No, she was in a daze. It had been the first time since they had felt the full extent of two fourth year students, and anyone who wasn't strong enough would find themselves dazed too. Some even collapsed and fainted. This was why every single fourth year hid their presence from the underclassman. The fact that Alexander could still move...and he even had the courage to fight and bait her brother...Abigail found that...completely stupid but also extremely brave. She was jealous of Alexander. He had gotten beaten within an inch of his life, yet still..he was threatening Elliot.

The man just glared down at Alexander as he spoke. Was his rage doing this? No...he was forming coherent sentences. If he had been possessed by the rage...well he would have just passed out upon defeat. This was just..complete and utter disrespect. "Alexander!" Abigail shouted as he passed out. She desperately tried to heal him, however even she couldn't deal with injuries as bad as these. "Alexander! Hold on!" She called out to him as tears started streaming down her cheeks. Elliot watched his sister despair. He wanted to see more, and he wanted to see Alexander dead. He grinned, and then he decided he was going to break his sister. Crushing Alexander would crush any defiance she may have had in her. However, before Etherium could get to those two, Amethyst launched herself in and summoned a large staff with a blade, shoving it into Etherium, instantly penetrating it's defenses.

Once the invisible beast was struck, runes snaked themselves all around it. Alan came right behind Amethyst, his hands glowing with magical energy as he completely wrapped his seals around the Eidolon. Once his spell was complete, it went away, sent back to the Eidolon world. Though Amethyst and Alan did not stop there. While Elliot was stunned, Amethyst closed the gap between them and glared at him. "You will be punished for this, Elliot Hunter. I don't care who started this. You disobeyed your Student Captain, the school rules, and nearly killed an underclassman." As Amethyst spoke, Elliot felt himself being constricted. Alan had taken advantage of his minor distraction and bound him with a magic chain. Elliot's could no longer access his magic. He only glared at the two professors.

"It's not my fault. I will come quietly though. You can say what you want to the headmaster, but you know very well that at the end of the day I will be let go." He simply said before glancing over to his sister. "Abigail, do tell me your answer later, alright? I'll be around." He winked at her before Alan started dragging him out of the lobby. Amethyst ran over to Alexander's side.

"Abigail come on, I need you to help me stabilize him until we can get him to the nurse!" She shouted to her. Abigail's heart was beating so badly she could barely hear, but she just nodded and then attempted to work on Alexander's wounds again with the professor. They managed to stop the bleeding in his lungs, but if they did anymore they'd put too much stress on his body. The EMT's showed up and placed him on a stretcher. Both Abigail and Hannabelle followed them as they escorted him to Nurse Alyssa for emergency treatment. The girls were asked to stand outside, and Hanna was crying.

"It's...all my fault..." Hannabelle told Abigail, though Abby really was the one who felt at fault here. Her brother...her brother was going to kill him if the Professors hadn't stepped in. She felt it...

Pietro nearly jumped into action himself when Professor Amethyst and Professor Alan appeared, quickly subduing Elliot and leaving him powerless for the moment, though they seemed very involved with their entrapment of the dangerous student. He didn't quite understand it, but nevertheless, both professors brought Elliot into custody. That was good enough for him, his death grip relaxing upon the hilt of his blade, knuckles having gone white from holding on so tight. Was he nervous around Elliot? No doubt in the captain's mind. He could skirt around and avoid giving the utmost caution around Abigail's older brother. He never did before because Pietro jut didn't trust Elliot. After what he heard from Abigail and what he saw now, it just confirmed his suspicion. Elliot was dangerous, but what was the worst part?

Elliot was being escorted away by Professor Alan, though he joined Amethyst beside Abigail and Hanna. They surrounded the downed Berserker, Pietro aiding in rolling him over, though that just made him cough and spatter blood upon his attire. The once crisp officer's attire that Pietro wore was stained, but it didn't bother him. No, Alexander's condition was far more concerning, seeing both Abigail and Amethyst do their best to stabilize him. Alexander had long since passed out, practically in another dimension at this point. Pietro sighed as he seemed to be as patched as he could be through their healing magic, though he knew Nurse Alyssa could take care of the young man. He wasn't familiar with her techniques, but nearly every student in her care was in full recovery in record time. Pietro was curious.

Outside the room Alexander was being treated in, the student captain looked away with a furrowed brow. Something weighed upon his mind heavily, especially when he looked to Abigail and waved her over. "Abigail, a word..." His voice was soft, yet pensive. They stepped around the corner, nodding to Amethyst as if Pietro had a feeling she knew what he planned to talk about. Abigail would probably have a good hunch what he wanted to speak about too, and simply not just about Elliot.

"Elliot..." He sighed for a moment in frustration, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes, continuing on. "Elliot's unfortunately right. At most, he may suffer house arrest for several days. Then he'll be walking around like nothing happened. Damn him..." It had to be something to do with his Chevalier contacts, or perhaps his mother that Abigail mentioned about. He nearly killed a student! How could he just walk away with a slap on the wrist? Pietro tightened his fist as he wallowed in this defeat. Things like this, he couldn't win because he didn't have a say. It bothered him greatly, especially since it was Elliot. "I'm sorry, Abigail..." It felt like he let her down. At most, several days where he couldn't leave his room. Afterwards, his reign of terror against his younger sister would continue.

Alexander had been well taken care of by the EMTs, now left in the care of the bombshell beauty that was Nurse Alyssa. Though, he was still out of it, resting in the bed as he began to recover. He felt numb all over, which was a great better trade than to the excruciating pain that Elliot dealt to him. The blood in his lungs were extracted, and he barely had any blood in his lungs, perhaps just remaining bits from his injuries. His ribs were mended, but they sure did feel sore as hell. All in all, Alexander was alive but extremely weak at the moment, mainly just from exhaustion.

In his mind, the essence of his Rage swam around with his thoughts, fueled onward by the desire to kill Elliot for what he said. Who he threatened. And how he was the one who harmed Hannabelle. That Rage spoke to him, demanded that he get better so they could kill the elder brother. It wanted him dead, but hell, Alexander wanted to sleep. It felt like a good long while of just trying to get the voice to shut up, but after some time, its volume died down. That was around the time he started to stir in his bed, groaning lightly. "Uhhgh.."

When Pietro called over Abigail, Amethyst sat by Hannabelle and gave her a hug as she cried. She nodded at Pietro and Abigail. She had a feeling about what Pietro was going to tell her about Alexander. She had her own little signals that let her no when a Berserker may lose themselves. One of those signals went off today, and had Elliot not have almost beaten him to death Alexander might have lost himself. She tried to calm Hanna down as best she could, especially because she wanted her to get looked at by Lyssa as well. Her nose looked really bad, though she wasn't sure how that injury happened. Had Elliot attacked her as well?

"He was dying..he was dying and I couldn't do anything to stop it..." Hanna cried as she hugged Amethyst tightly. Amethyst shushed her, rubbing the back of her head as she held the traumatized girl. It really made her upset with Elliot. He was supposed to be protecting his underclassmen, not beating them to near death in front of everyone else. Hannabelle was the calmest student she knew and yet she was in tears, trying to deal with those images of Alexander nearly being killed in front of her. Not to mention...when they came in he was still attempting to attack Alexander even when he was on the brink of death. She couldn't prove that this was attempted murder, but...somehow Amethyst knew that even if she could...somehow the evidence would be covered up and swept under a rug.

Abigail looked completely shaken. She wasn't crying like Hanna but she was definitely out of it even when she and Pietro were alone together. It was because she couldn't get the thought out of her head. What if the teachers hadn't come? What if Alexander died in her arms because of her brother? She wouldn't have been able to live with herself...knowing that Alexander died because of her brothers sick obsession with making her suffer. Then hearing Pietro's words...she looked up at him wide eyed. They...really weren't going to do anything about this? So Alexander had suffered for no reason while he got to walk around completely unharmed? She wanted to get angry...but she couldn't. She just didn't have the courage to.

"It's not your fault..." Abigail told Pietro as she could feel her eyes stinging again. For a moment, she was silent until she began to sniffle. "It's...all my fault. I just know this was my fault. Elliot wouldn't have bothered with Alexander if he hadn't been close to me. He's not even done...I know he's going to attack Alex again when he gets the chance. He doesn't make threats, he makes promises. If I don't take the remainder of the punishment..." Abigail trailed off. She had to tell him she'd do it. For Alexander's sake. He'd never be able to beat Elliot. Not when he had the magic that he did. Elliot wouldn't mess around next time around, he'd be sneaky about it so he wouldn't get caught a second time harassing the same student from before.

"Pietro..I can't run away...not when Alexander's life is at stake."

Alyssa was surprised to see Alexander Leander already waking up. Especially after the dose of pain killers she gave him while she bandaged him up. "Ohhh," She purred as she reached over and got her clipboard. "Don't tell me you're already waking up, Mr. Leander. You need some rest. Some nice bed rest for your bruised ribs, multiple lacerations, fractured arm and leg, internal hemorrhaging and bleeding, etc." Almost as if she were going down the list, Alyssa read that to him. She didn't care if he could understand her or not. She just wanted to make sure she would give him the right recommendation of treatment.

"It's alright. You're alright. You're life isn't in danger anymore. But you need to rest for an entire week, until all that gunky magic discharge leaves your body. After that you'll be safe to heal through a more direct means, and I understand Abigail Hunter can help you with that. I would, but I'm a very busy person. You're not the first or the last person who has had to come here after a fight." She went on, though she was loud enough for Amethyst and Hanna to hear. Hanna stopped crying hearing that Alexander had stabilized and just needed bed rest.

"Alyssa, if you're done over here, why don't you check out this young ladies nose?" Amethyst suggested. Alyssa was quiet for a moment before answering.

"She can come over here and see her boyfriend now that he's up and awake." With that, Hanna rushed in and then threw herself over Alexander, hugging him tightly and crying once more. It probably hurt him but she really wasn't thinking.

"Alexander! I'm so sorry! I love you, I love you!" She repeated over and over.

Pietro shook his head at Abigail, a hand gently grasping her upper arm as he leaned towards her. She blamed herself. Blamed herself again for something about Elliot that wasn't her fault at all. And Pietro knew that. He couldn't stand to see her like this, still under the fear of her older brother even when he wasn't here. And it seemed escalated more, for now she feared for Alexander's life. Pietro couldn't lie; he felt the same too. Elliot always followed through with a mission, which was a very admirable trait. It seemed to just carry over in this death threat he held over Alexander. Today just turned from great to worse for him.

He recalled the conversation that the two siblings held together, how Elliot tried to convince Abigail that he'd stop going after Alexander if Abigail agreed to take his place. Pietro couldn't let her do that. "No!" His voice was sudden, yet in a hushed level. "I will not let you do what you're thinking, Abigail. We can stop him, I promise you." The man let go of the younger Hunter, taking a deep breath as he thought for a moment. So many things were going on at once: Alexander's life was in danger, having before hung on by a thread before they intervened. Abigail contemplated on taking the rest of his torture from Elliot. No doubt Elliot would be out in just a mere few days. And then they had to return to their ordinary lives within Accel. Could they really do that with a man like Elliot around the corner? When would Elliot strike next, he wondered. Would Pietro be there sooner that time?

It was then that the door to Nurse Alyssa's office opened, catching his attention as he gently nudged Abigail. "He appears to be awake. Let's go see him. For now, let's just forget about Elliot. Leander needs his friends around him right now, I'm sure." He told her, wrapping an arm around Abigail to give her a half hug, trying to reassure her and take her mind off of things. Abigail would probably need this too. To see if he was okay.

And Alexander, well, mostly was. The moment Hannabelle fell into him practically, a loud pained grunt left him, and he was definitely coherent to the max. "Oh shit..." He gasped out lightly, though having Hanna here did feel nice. An arm weakly wrapped around her and rubbed her back, chuckling tiredly. "Hey Hanna. Don't worry, I'm all right. I swear..." For now at least. Alyssa mentioned discharge in his body? That must have been some terribly powerful magic to leave some magical residue within his body, and even enough to cause him harm if too much magic was injected in him to try and heal him. Alexander bit the bullet there, whistling lightly and laying his head back in the pillow. A hand just softly pet Hannabelle's head.

"Oh hey, yeah." Alexander did his best to sit up, but that just hurt like hell on his ribs. He pressed one arm behind him to prop himself up as he squeezed Hanna's shoulder, gently pulling her off of him so he could look at her, giving a visible frown at her nose. Damn, it hit her good. "Get checked up, please..." The Berserker asked her, nodding his head towards the nurse. "I'm so sorry, it wasn't me, I swear. I wouldn't think of hurting you, Hanna." He moved his hand to gently run a thumb on her cheek, fearful if he got too close that he'd cause some pain for her nose. Still though, he insisted that she go on and see the nurse for herself now.

However, he looked over as Pietro and Abigail stood in the doorway. More so, he looked at the arm circled around Abigail. That bothered him. And then he just remembered what Elliot said. That he knew that they were fucking. For a moment, Alexander bit the corner of his lip before sighing, letting his hand rest upon his the bed before laying back again. "Ugh, I didn't even lay a finger on him, did I?"

Pietro shook his head. "No, you didn't. But you did an excellent job of nearly getting yourself killed. And, well, unnerving him. I'll be honest, that's the first time I've ever heard him so... flustered." He said while rubbing his chin. "Either way, I'm relieved to see you're recovering well. You had us all worried. You almost didn't make it, Leander."

Alexander sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "Yeah, yeah, not the first time." He admitted, Pietro a bit surprised at that. So the man was a bit familiar with a scuffle here and there? He hated to admit it, but the Berserker looked like the type to be a bit of a delinquent. He was honestly surprised that he didn't see any glaring blemishes on the young man's record.

"Even so, I'd prefer you not endanger your life while you're here at Accel, Leander. Especially around that man."

"I'll kill him, just you wait."

"Leander..."

I love you! I love you! Abigail heard Hannabelle's voice professing her love to...well it was obviously Alexander. It made her freeze for a moment, listening for Alexander's usual reaction of not knowing what she was talking about or doing, but it didn't come. She continued to walk with Pietro, but she had a really bad feeling on what she was about to see on the other side of that curtain. And sure enough, when they did come into view, Hanna was practically in his hospital bed, and he was rubbing the back of her head. Then he said a few, caring words to her while caressing her cheek with his thumb. The way Hanna held onto him..Abigail could feel her heart shattering. She also felt like she was falling, and nearly doubled over from the pain in her stomach. Her mind was sharp so she instantly knew..those two were dating each other. There was no other explanation, because of how Alexander was acting. He was...comfortable with her on him. Even if she did get an injury, it wasn't so bad where he would ignore her I love you's. Sure, he didn't say it back but...

Abigail looked away as Hanna started to run her fingers through his hair. "I know you didn't do this. I felt his presence...he did it. I'll get it looked at but I'm worried about you. I..I thought you were going to die. I thought he was going to kill you." She told him just before she noticed Pietro and Abigail. She sighed and then stopped talking as Alexander asked them if he had laid a hand on Elliot. Pietro took the lead of his conversation. Abigail was just too shocked realizing that these two had gotten together. When? Last night when she was away? A few days ago? Had they been hiding it from her? She sucked her teeth when she heard him wave off Pietro's caring words. It happened before? So what? If it happened before than why was he in such a hurry to have it happen to him again? What was wrong with him? Then...Then he...

"You'll kill him?!" Abigail's voice was a shrill as she glared straight at Alexander. Hunters were not berserkers but they all pretty much had bad tempers. Though Elliot's temper was a bit more off the handle and insane than Abigail's. No, Abigail's rage was a different kind of rage, spawned by jealousy, stress and fear. The fact that Alexander was still willing to face her brother after coming no where close to him in terms of skill or power and nearly dying really pissed her off. The fact that he had decided to just suddenly date Hanna out of the blue just to rub his relationship in her face really really pissed her off...she couldn't hold back her anger regardless of who was around. "You simple minded, barbaric, weak piece of garbage! You'll never EVER get anywhere close to my brother's power! You're nothing, Alexander Leander! You're nothing compared to someone like that, so stop acting like you'll try to face him again! The fact is he'll destroy you! He almost did today if Amethyst hadn't stepped in! He'll snuff your miserable existence off the face of the earth without a second thought!"

Her words were harsh, and they sounded similar to her brothers. Calling him nothing, less than dirt. But Abigail didn't care. He hurt her and she wanted to hurt him! She walked closer to Alexander's bed for more cruel words, but Hannabelle stood up. Abigail eye's flickered from him to Hanna and she folded her arms. "What? You think you're any better than him?! I don't even know how you got into Accel, Hanna! You're even stupider than he is, you know!? You don't even care about your grades here! You just prance around in your slutty clothing, turning on all these stupid boys who worship you! All you ever think about is who's pants you can get into! And now you are standing over me, like you're better than me or something?! You think..." Before Abigail could continue, Hannabelle smacked her so hard that the sound bounced off the walls. Amethyst and Alyssa both stepped closer to make sure the girl's wouldn't break out into a fight. They had chosen to let Abigail rant because, they knew she didn't mean it. That all this stress was weighing her down. If they stepped in she would have just let it all well up.

Abigail had been slapped so hard that her head had whipped to the side. She slowly moved her hand up to cover her cheek, and then she just looked at Hanna with wide eyes. "...Who do you think you are?" She asked as she backed up a bit.

"I'm Hannabelle Riley. I'm seventeen years old. I'm a first year in Accel, and my grades are average at best. I like to have fun and be myself, and I enjoy the simple things in life. I am not stupid or weak. I'm also not better than anyone. No one is better than me, either. And last but not least." Hannabelle took a step forward, leering down at Abigail. This was probably the first time she had ever stood up to Abigail, mainly because she had let all the insults roll off her back before taking it with a grain of salt. Though, she was protective of Alexander, and right now Abigail was acting like the very man she hated: Her brother. "...I am Alexander Leander's girlfriend. I won't just let you step on him while he's down, Abigail Hunter. So back off, or get out." For a moment, the two just stared each other down. Abigail's teeth were grinding together as more hurt filled her body. Why? Why was she so angry knowing that those two got together? Why did she feel this way?

"...Fine!" Abigail shouted before running out of the infirmary. She didn't want them to see her cry. They didn't deserve it..those losers! Those...fucking...idiots! Abigail had no idea where she was going and she didn't care. She just didn't want to be near them anymore...she wanted to be alone, she wanted to punch something...she just wanted...

"Abigail!" Amethyst called after her, though she wasn't sure if she could make the girl feel any better. Hanna sighed and then looked at Alyssa, who just shrugged.

"Want me to look at your nose now, Miss Riley?"