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Dominic Vaillant

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Flashback - During the hunt - with Amani

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Years, she said. She had come to this academy long before he even knew of it. How could a coincidence so cruel happen to Dominic? With all the bad luck in his life, he should’ve figured it would only get worse. But Amani… It was a name he tried so hard to forget. He wanted her erased from his memory, existence even. But he knew very well he could never rewrite the past, no matter the strength of his will. He could never undo the damage she had caused.

For what felt like ages, he could only silently stare at her. Her expression was so cold, her words venomous, and he allowed them to hit as they did that very day. And despite all the time that had passed, he would’ve thought the pain would be weaker now. It had been years, and his life had changed β€” but had it, truly? It seemed it only took a turn for the worst. And she stood here, probably as content as ever, forgetting all about what she’d done to him. After all, in the end, he was no different than the other boys. Another victim, while she could move on as easily as she always had.

β€œWhat are you doing here, then?” his words came out quieter than he anticipated. The weight of her gaze and the past which seemed to chain him made his throat tighten.

And to think, she’d had these powers the entire time. How ironic. For that same reason she shunned him, and now she embraced them. Honed them even.

But no. How could it be the same? Her powers were nothing like his β€” dark, corrupted, only meant to cause pain. She could do no wrong, she was a saint. A victim in the eyes of others, fallen to a cruel torturer like Dominic. He could not be trusted, for his powers were too dangerous. That was the tale she had told the others, and now the same lies she shamelessly spewed to his face.

Worst of all, for the longest time he believed her. He believed them all.

But she was only playing a victim, wasn’t she?

β€œMy friends?” He grit his teeth, fingers digging into his shaking palms. β€œDo you think I’d believe a word coming out of your mouth, after what you did to me?” Once composed, now all the anger he’d held deep, redirected into self hatred and pity, boiled over into his words. As much as he wanted to keep his calm, in a courtyard with eyes in every corner, he could not stop how his brows furrowed. β€œYou are the only person who knew about that. You are the only one i told.”

The only one I trusted, he was going to say. But why give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she’d affected him? He was towering above her, ranting about the pain she had caused. But in the end, she was likely delighted to hear it. To see how much he had fallen, because all she could ever find joy in was the downfall of others, and a boy whose heart was once in her grip.

As he approached her, her expression didn’t change. Where his hands were trembling, clenched tightly as to hide it, she was as composed as ever. β€œStep back?” His usually careful words gave way to his fury, rising the longer he had to look at her. He wished to hold back and preserve his image, but they seemed to escape him. β€œYou’re scared of what I am, aren’t you? Scared that I’m like him? Disgusted even, despite…”

Despite how much he’d tried to distance himself from that monster of a man.

He looked into her eyes for only a moment longer, before they darted away to the crowds in the distance. His team had already finished with this area. He could not let them see him gone. Others seemed to glare at him, and how he stood over this poor girl he’d hurt. He could feel the presence of their eyes, watching, prying. He’d exposed himself, hadn’t he?

Taking a deep breath, he allowed his anger to bury in the back of his mind again. He had a plan β€” and no emotion, no matter how strong, could ruin what he’d worked for.

β€œWe’ll talk later,” he muttered, walking past her to rejoin his team.

Later, and hopefully never again. As this would be his last day at this academy.

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@Kristi β‹…π–₯”β‹… Amani Ditto Monet

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