Death By Oral Report (Continued) Open to room 201

[latvia]

Raivis laughed quietly under his breath and set the box of tea on the counter. He was kind of happy Matthew was doing all of the talking. Raivis wasn’t much for talking anyway. He’s barely ever had a chance to hold a conversation with someone, so he’s never had any practice. Which was turning out to be a bit of a bad thing now.

“N-no, you’re fine!” Raivis said cheerfully. “I-I don’t mind if you talk a lot. I-I-I’m not going to talk much anyway.” He moved the box over a bit and hopped up onto the counter. Since he was short, it took him a few tries to get up there. When he did though, his smile widened and he placed his hands in his lap.

He kicked his legs out for a bit, accidentally kicking the counter a few times. Every time he did, he visibly stiffened a bit. After the third time of kicking the counter, Raivis decided that it was a bad idea and stopped. He settled with just sitting there, even though it was kind of boring.

Raivis had been looking down before, and now looked up at Matthew. “Wh-where are you from?” he asked. Well, if they had to wait for the water to boil, might as well talk during the wait. It was doubtful that Matthew was from America, as he had a slight accent. “I-I-I’m from Latvia. I-I moved here about a y-year ago.” He hoped this got Matthew talking again. Raivis really didn’t want to do any more talking than was absolutely necessary.

[jegernorge]

Nils sighed as he looked up at the number and a small note. 'Room 201 - The Nervous Room". He hissed, jerking his lips to the side as he gently twisted the door knob and took small steps inside. He was slightly scared of what could come, either idiots or some complete losers. The list near the door said names, but names meant nothing to him - He couldn't tell by names whom all they were, but when you have two sidekicks in a room, things are bound to go wrong at some point.

The Norwegian shrugged, quiet enough to hear voices from the kitchen. “I-I don’t mind if you talk a lot. I-I-I’m not going to talk much anyway.” is what he heard, and two things he could conclude. One of his roommates was a stupid ass who wouldn't shut up, and the other was clearly socially awkward. Shrugging, Nils carefully organized his belongings. Clothing in the dressers, books by the bed, Mr.Bun carefully hidden. He had a slight idea it would have been best to leave the toy at home, but he might need.

Snickering, he stretched and walked into the kitchen, clearly ignoring his roommates. He had casted them a quick glance, enough to notice they were... boring. One, the taller, had an slight excess of clothing, and the other wouldn't stop shaking, even if slightly. Ignoring them still, Nils grabbed all stuff, enough to make his coffee, and began preparing it. They were making tea, another reason not to talk to them. Wussies.

He stood by the counter, waiting and staring strictly at the coffee machine, holding his mug. He just hoped the third party, whoever that was, wouldn't attack him out of nothing or talk on and on like a broken recording. Growling, Nils snatched his coffee once it was ready and took a small sip of it, walking out of the kitchen.

"Looks like I'm stuck with the losers." He hissed, not caring if he had been heard or not.

[elpis]

“Wh-where are you from? I-I-I’m from Latvia. I-I moved here about a y-year ago.”

“I’m actually from Canada, but we moved about three years ago,” Matthew paced as he rambled, hoping moving would warm him up a bit. “The home school group we became part of was-”

He stopped talking the moment the other boy walked into the kitchen. He couldn’t help it. For some reason he couldn’t stand other people overhearing him, especially when he was rambling like this… Talking to Raivis alone was fine, because he was a friend, but talking in a group just never ended well for Matthew. You’re a passive talker, one of his friends had said. You don’t interrupt, and you’re kinda quiet, and you let dominant talkers like me just walk all over you. Yeah, that was probably a good description…

"Looks like I'm stuck with the losers.”

Okay. Unless someone made a comment like that.
“Losers?” he hissed back. “What gives you the right to label us that?”
Normally, he would’ve just let the comment slide. But he wasn’t exactly in a normal mood right now… The other boy had just walked in and – maybe unintentionally – interrupted their conversation, ignored them, and insulted them. Matthew wasn’t just going to let that go right now, especially considering the conversation about bullies… This boy – Nils, Matthew finally remembered his name – certainly seemed like a possible bully, or at least capable of bullying…

Matthew could feel himself warming up and the air around him getting colder, and it briefly crossed his mind that he might be freezing Raivis. But right now he was just fleetingly happy he wasn’t shivering anymore, and set on either talking or freezing some politeness into Nils….

((Failreplyisfail. OTL))

[latvia]

Raivis was actually very afraid of this new boy. It’s just the way he ignored them and insulted them, and there was just something about him that Raivis was afraid of. He slid back farther onto the counter and pulled his legs up, hugging his knees to his chest. He just wanted to disappear right then. Why did he have to get so calm right before the other boy came in.

That problem was quickly fixed. Since Raivis was so scared right then, he gradually faded into the countertop and wall of the kitchen area. He scooted back farther until his back was against the wall. It was like how he felt like just a few minutes ago, but he wasn’t as scared. Almost, but not exactly.

He couldn’t care less that it was starting to get very cold. He assumed it was Matthew, since he had control over ice, but just a few seconds before it had been fine. Raivis thought for a moment if Matthew was okay. He looked mad, though. As Raivis thought he would be. I mean, just a few minutes ago they had been talking about bullies, then this happens. It was all a bit too coincidental.

Although, Raivis was a bit used to these situations. He kind of hoped Matthew wouldn’t do anything about it. If the boy was just going to insult them and not do any harm, that was okay. A bit hurtful, but okay. At least he wasn’t going to do any physical damage. Or at least, as far as Raivis has seen he wasn’t. Just to be sure, he backed up even farther, as if he was trying to push hard enough break through the wall.

[jegernorge]

Nils stopped on his tracks, sipping his coffee gently before he slowly turned around to face whomever was pestering him. A boy he didn't care what name had was yelling at him, well, not yelling, just defying. Which was annoying enough. He guessed this was the supposed hero, because that's what heroes do, don't they? They pester.

The Norwegian stared back at the boy, the Canadian, and raised his eyebrows. "Myself." he answered, so calm he seemed almost bored. "Any problem? I see none." Because, seriously, he could come and go as he pleased, he didn't need their approving or their consenting to what he said or thought. What a bunch of losers, thinking they're strong.

Nils, then, lolled his head to the side a bit, staring all the way back to the kitchen, at the Latvian. Poor little thing, pressing himself so hard against the wall, it sounded pitiful. Nils chuckled, mocking him, as if to prove his point to the Canadian. He was just staring at them both, calmly, completely ignoring how cold the room was starting to become.

Oh, so the hero wanted to show off his mighty powers? Very well, but also had many tricks under his sleeve. And, with a nod to himself, Nils set his mug of coffee aside and began to take off his shoes with his feet. This would be fun, especially because he worked way better when things got cold.

Still, his face showed other things. He looked bored and uninterested, as if it didn't even matter. "Look, kid..." Nils started, raising both hands in peace, but walking towards him to prepare his attack. "If you don't approve on my points, keep on your corner, I'll keep on mine." He shrugged, but then, smirked to simply mock and tease the Canadian. "Now, if you do want to fight... Make things colder, will you? Or do I have to show how it's done?"

[elpis]

Matthew almost growled in anger, clenching his fists tightly. Fighting doesn’t solve anything, the words echoed in the back of his head, but he couldn’t remember who had said them or whether he had just read it somewhere. But right now, he was thinking that maybe fighting could solve something. Namely, beating some respect into this infuriating older boy. Even if Matthew could think of a decent rant, he doubted that the annoyance would stay around to listen. So it seemed like fighting would be the only way to resolve the situation.

However… Something about the other boy was kinda scary. Maybe it was partially the calm air of arrogance he carried, or maybe it was something else. Either way, it made Matthew consider just dropping it and fleeing… And then there was Raivis, who had gone mostly transparent again. A fight between two super-powered teens was bound to have some area damage, which meant that both Raivis and the kitchen were in some danger…

"Now, if you do want to fight... Make things colder, will you? Or do I have to show how it's done?"

Maple. The mocking was the last straw.
Matthew shoved the doubts out of his head, focusing on just one thing – freezing this idiot into a jerksickle. The temperature started dropping like a rock, frost starting to coat most of the surfaces in the kitchen. Ice started to form on Matthew’s clenched fists, and his breath showed in clouds. The hot water for tea, which had been starting to boil just a little while ago, fell silent as the temperature fell.

“Sorry to disappoint,” he hissed. He was starting to feel the chill himself, but he ignored it. “But I think I’ve got it pretty much covered.”

[latvia]

Not only now were Raivis’ best friend and their roommate about to start an all out brawl, but the temperature was almost unbearable. Raivis didn’t want to move from his spot on the counter. He didn’t want to move at all, really. If he moved, he could be more easily seen than if he just sat there. He had no idea what powers this new boy had, and really hoped he couldn’t severely hurt anyone.

After sitting there for a few seconds, Raivis decided that if he didn’t move he’d freeze. He wasn’t wearing very heavy clothing – a thin, plaid shirt and jeans – and was extremely cold, even though he was huddled into a tight ball already. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t want to leave Matthew alone. A sidekick never ran away. They always stayed with the hero. …Right?

Raivis gave a deep sigh and jumped off the counter. He didn’t think of the fact that the floor would be slippery. Right when he hit the floor, he slid on the frost and fell hard. On the way down, of course, he smacked his forehead on the counter. Oh, such a graceful procedure. Raivis was now scared, embarrassed, and had a major headache.

He quickly scrambled up from the floor and just stood there, blinking a few times. He had forgotten his plan when he hit his head. So, he improvised, risking the cold by walking – very carefully – over the Matthew and standing next to him. He hoped that Matthew could tell he was there, but then again he hoped no one would see him shaking so hard. It was like he was having a seizure, he was shaking so hard. He couldn’t help it, though. That’s what happens when he gets scared. Plus the fact that it was freezing cold.

[jegernorge]

Nils chuckled at the response, how impressive, wasn't it, the hero's talk? He thought those were only for toons, but apparently, such fools actually did exist. He would have an immense fun with them, no doubt. Cracking a smirk, the Norwegian tapped his foot against the floor, feeling everything get colder around him. Wasn't the boy a genius? Nils loved the cold, it was all the energy he needed. Actually, this could work wonders, Matthew spending his powers like nothing making the room drop below 0°C, and he... well, he'd gladly take energy.

Maybe, he could even use it to burn the whole room, or at least, Matthew's part of it.

"I can see you've got it." Nils commented, as if they were talking about the weather. "I'm not impressed." He shrugged, making sure both of his feet were on the ground as he began to absorb the energy from the ice, making the floor even colder. Slowly, frost began to surround him, crawl around him in bigger circles, and as he moved around, more and more ice was forming, the floor was getting colder and colder. He placed a hand on the desk, passing it by the wood and collecting even more energy as he left a thin layer of ice behind.

All the while, he stared at the Canadian, just to prove his point. To tease, challenge.

Nils reached forward to grab his mug of coffee, looking down at it with a pout skilfully placed to hide a smirk. He had a plan, heat the coffee enough. Water, or any liquid, if warm enough, could burn, and what else surrounded him if not an endless supply of energy now? He'd take it from the ice, transfer to the coffee, and burn him. Blinking, Nils scanned the room, searching for whatever else could help him. Any metal. Kitchen. He raised an eyebrow slightly, noticing that something strange was going on besides Matthew.

He had heard noises, from the kitchen where the Latvian had been. From what he gathered, there were noises there, and obviously, the other was gone. Invisibility? He could take it, after all, so much cold obviously made the room slippery, and that's why he was stepping so irregularly, so the ice would keep his feet safe enough. He was barefoot, after all. Nils bit his lower lip, taking a guess that the other would be besides his darling hero.

Of course, while thinking, he had made himself an energy-channel. From ice to coffee, non-stop, and from what he could sense, the coffee was warm enough to at least scare. Chuckling to himself, Nils sipped the drink, and stared at Matthew.

"Won't you keep going? I don't think you've got it so far, boy." Nils added, looking around. "Although I have to compliment, you can make a lovely breeze." He bowed, and by then he had walked closer to Matthew. Smirking and heating up the coffee once more, he tossed it forward, to where he guessed the Latvian would be.

Just for the kicks, though. The real thing was just beginning, and he hadn't even used his second power yet.

[]

[elpis]

Matthew whipped his head around at the banging noise. Unsurprisingly, he couldn’t see Raivis anymore, but he wasn’t sure where he had gone… He just hoped the noise wasn’t Raivis accidentally hurting himself. But as quickly as the noise had dragged him back to reality, he was back to being infuriated again. If Raivis was invisible, he was scared. Since the only two people Raivis could possibly be afraid of was Nils and Matthew, and since he didn’t seem to still be afraid of the latter, therefore, Raivis was scared of Nils. It annoyed Matthew even more, that this arrogant idiot would scare his best friend and make him think in logical terms as well.

The taunting only made him angrier, if that were even possible. He willed the temperature to drop even further. He felt dizzy and tired from using his power so much like this. He tried to just brush of the fatigue, but he doubted he would be able to keep this up much longer… Might as well go out wit a bang, right?

“Raivis,” he hissed. “If you haven’t run out of here yet, run now. Or else I can’t be held responsible for you dying of frostbite or something.”
He hoped Raivis wouldn’t stick around… It really wouldn’t be good for him, what with the steeply dropping temperature and coffee throwing. Matthew didn’t even know if the flying coffee had hit Raivis, but he couldn’t break his concentration enough to check.

Matthew didn’t exactly know how he was doing it, but he felt more ice collecting on his frosty arms and hardening into ice daggers on the backs of his hands. He was torn between horror and amazement, but definitely felt like he could just faint at any moment. Horror because he had freaking blades on his arms, amazement because he didn’t think he could pull it off, and almost fainting from using his powers way, way too much. The room seemed to be tilting a little, but Matthew shook the dizziness away and focused on the smug idiot.

“I kinda freaking hate you, damn it!” Matthew slashed at him with the ice blades, really not caring if he got in trouble for this later. All he wanted at the moment was to beat - or well, slash now - the arrogance out of Nils.


((But fail reply is fail. OTL ))

[latvia]

Raivis squeaked in surprise. He managed to jump out of the way to avoid most of the coffee that was thrown at him, but it still got all over his right arm, leg, and a bit on his neck too. He would've been fine with it if it wasn't hot. It burned his skin and Raivis tried desperately to wipe the coffee off quickly.

The burning stopped quickly, but quickly started back up again. He panicked as he realized that the coffee was freezing on him, and tried even harder to get it off. He took many steps back from the two, rubbing at the coffee with the side of his arm and making quiet wimpering noises. Somehow, he managed to get the coffee off his skin before it froze, but it was still all over his clothes.

Even though he was almost perfectly camoflauged into the background of the room, there were small brown ice crystals all over the right side of his body where the coffee had been. The liquid had frozen, and Raivis can only camoflauge himself and his clothes, not ice. This whole 'blend into the background so no one will hit me' tactic clearly didn't apply here, and Raivis had no idea what else to do. He always used that tactic and this is the first time it hadn't worked.

Raivis was now standing a few feet away from the other two, but he refused to leave. He wouldn't dare leave now, even if he doesn't have very useful powers in this situation and he was freezing cold in that room. How had this turned from working on a simple Science report into a full out ice fight? If that boy wouldn't have said anything and just kept to himself, they'd probably all still be warm and not trying to kill each other.

When the blades of ice appeared on Matthew's hands, Raivis was less surprised than he should've been. He'd seen so many different powers at this school that nothing really surprised him anymore. He just backed off a bit more, scratching at the ice covering his clothes.

[jegernorge]

Nils laughed.

Certainly, it wasn't all the more rational thing to do or say, since he would only make the boy angrier, but on the other point, the energy the absorbed from the ice the boy was putting up was more than enough for him to keep warm while Matthew pretty much killed himself. It was hilarious for him, seeing the boy grow angrier and angrier, when he was just giving Nils exactly what he wanted: power.

He took a step forward, looking at the other in the eye. Well, time to cheat a bit, after all, what is the use of being able to manipulate memories if you didn't even use it? Nils smirked, walking as close as he could to the boy, leaving an opening on purpose. "So, now you do hate me? I commented a mere thing to myself..." he started talking, voice soft as velvet but eyes flashing as he started to use his powers. Of course, since he was absorbing extra energy, this would all be so much easier.

"It's funny... you comment about bullies but here are you, coming down on me. What do you plan on doing with those blades anyway? You can't use them." He hissed. "Do you even remember the powers you have? Or why you're here?" He asked later, smirking because, damn, he was having some fun. "I don't think so!"

Taking the opening from his approach, he jerked his hands forward, grabbing the ice blades and quickly giving energy to them so they'd melt. He was absorbing what Matthias send as cold, and tossed back as heat right into him. He grinned a bit more, first heating the blades, until water started to show up, and soon, the boys' hands would also be another incident.

Nils couldn't help but find it all hilarious, but he had stopped laughing. Instead, he ignored Raivis, who was too busy dealing with the ice on his clothes, to just focus on fighting Matthew. He was having, however, too much fun at the moment to just stop whatever he was doing, and maybe call it a truce. Oh, no, he'd impose respect, even if he had to rewritten both boys' memories all over again.

"You can still run, Matthew..." He offered, sweet as honey and deadly as poison. My, this was all too great, he chuckled, but surely, his devious smirk was well-hidden behind an icy wall of sudden gentleness. Such a lovely boy, Nils was, right? Never.

[elpis]

Matthew tore his eyes away from Nils, his head spinning. The jerk was just talking to be intimidating, right? He knew all that… Didn’t he? He shook his head, trying to just get rid of any doubts. Nils was messing with him. Being the manipulative jerk Matthew thought he was.

He jerked back to reality when Nils grabbed the blades on his hands. He could feel them start to melt, but he could process why. Fatigue was making his head spin. He stumbled back, and slipped on the ice floor. He made a very un-heroic squeaking noise, painfully reminded of the bruise he’d gotten falling like this before. He scooted back a little, black spots dancing in front of his eyes. He didn’t think that was at all good… He wondered if he could kill himself by using his powers too much. Right now, it seemed like a distinct possibility.

"You can still run, Matthew..."

“Nn-not really,” he whimpered. He didn’t think he could even stand up again. He squeezed his eyes shut, his only thoughts revolving around how pathetic he was…

Shattered. Snapped. Matthew felt like the world had broken into a million pieces around him.
“Why do you have to go?” he heard himself ask. He couldn’t even listen to his friend’s answer. The temperature was dropping like a stone, but he didn’t notice.
“It’s not fair!” he screamed. Icy wind whipped around the room. Glass shattered. People were shouting. Matthew ignored all of them, focused on one thing – destruction.

Matthew’s eyes flew open. How strange that he would remember that right now… He struggled to his feet again, his face blank. His cold, dead looking eyes focused on Nils again.
“This… Isn’t working,” he stated. His voice was like a shard of ice – cold and piercing. “That’s why you’re so confident. You have temperature based powers too?”

He tilted his head curiously, like a puppy.
“I just have to try something else then… I’m really stupid, aren’t I, for not realizing sooner?”
The room started to grow warmer again. A smile twitched on the edge of Matthew’s lips as he drew the cold air back to him. A freezing cloud gathered around him, turning his lips a cold blue. Outside of the cloud though, the temperature was gradually returning to normal.

Somewhere in the back of his head, the little sane, rational portion of his mind was screaming curses at himself. He was probably going to end up in a coma or something like this, but he didn’t entirely care. As long as something –really, someone – got frozen painfully, he was good.

Matthew sent a beam of ice at a random target – the little refrigerator that happened to be in the small kitchen. Ice covered the door, and he ripped it off, allowing the trapped cold air to spill out into the room. His smile grew wider, drawing the cold air around him.

“This is cool, isn’t it?” he asked, giggling a bit insanely. “I didn’t even know I could do this before.”
He turned his focus back on Nils again, a full maniacal grin on his face. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore, but he wasn’t about to stop. It was amazing, being able to control his powers like this. Why stop now when he was enjoying himself?

“Matthew learned ice beam,” he said to himself, laughing again before sending another frozen beam of sorts towards Nils.




((…I have the distinct feeling this fails. OTL But snapped Canada is fun to write… ))

[latvia]

Of course Raivis was still scared. If he wasn’t before, he certainly would be now. He was still completely camouflaged, although the coffee on his arm and leg still gave him away. Even though the room was warmer now, the ice was still frozen on him. It burned where the ice touched his skin, and he was sure he’d be in more pain later once the ice melted.

When Matthew had first started drawing the cold air toward him, Raivis thought the fight was over. He became a bit less scared and more opaque, but he immediately became completely camouflaged again when he realized what Matthew was doing. Raivis backed up another step from the fight, his eyes wide, though no one could see.

He jumped when the ice had hit the refrigerator. He also made a sound that was almost like someone was stepping on a mouse. He’d never made that noise before. Raivis actually feared for his life at this point. He knew Matthew would probably never hurt him, but he couldn’t be sure. Besides, Matthew isn’t exactly himself at this moment.

Raivis knew he had to do something. He was the only one in the room who didn’t want to fight, and therefore the only one who could stop it. Well, unless he got a teacher, but he didn’t want anyone getting in trouble. He was crying at this point. Truly crying. Not only did seeing Matthew like this scare him half to death, but he felt really sad too. Something must’ve triggered a memory or something, and that’s why Matthew’s acting this way. Or, at least, that was Raivis’ theory.

Ignoring everything his mind told him to do, Raivis ran forward and grabbed Matthew’s arm, a split second before he fired the ice at Nils. All the cold air around Matthew was even colder than the room had been, and the ice on his arm that had started melting froze right back up again. Raivis immediately started shaking even more violently, from both the cold and fear. “Matthew, stop it! Please!”

[jegernorge]

And despite all the impressive show of powers Matthew had just given, all Nils did was stare. Not a frown, he didn't even jerk his lips, or even snorted. That's all the Canadian would get from him, apathy, not a single hint of reaction. He wasn't pissed off, angry, happy or impressed. In fact, he was just watching, waiting. He certainly felt like making the boy more and more angry, he was having fun with this but... well, his Manipulative powers didn't seem to work, yet, they were enough to keep him dizzy. Nils nodded to himself, before raising his arms.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

He clapped his hands once, twice, three times. Slowly, with pauses and a mocking smirk. He wasn't impressed and, in fact, he was just riling the other up a tad more. He could keep going at it for days, but his enemy, the sore child, already looked like he would faint at any moment. No wonder, since he had been taking Matthew's energy indirectly and so far, his body was warm like a normal person. The Norwegian chuckled and parted his lips, narrowing his eyes to face the Canadian. Now, time to give him a bit of his... thoughts, to put things simply.

"Lovely, but that still makes you pathetic." Nils hissed, voice calm because he simply had no emotions to show, except his pride. He was simply better than him and period. Shrugging, he set a hand on his pocket, scratching his neck with the other. The refrigerator had already been shot, and he would have been shot either if it wasn't for a petite boy holding Matthew down. Raivis.

Oh, yes, if he wasn't lucky enough, the sidekick there decided to stop the fight. Macho, wasn't he? Not that there was much to be done anyway, since the room was mostly covered in frost - which now was starting to melt - and now, besides the broken refrigerator, they also had a quite good looking hole in one of the walls. Nils looked back, staring at the hole before whistling. Impressive? Not really.

"It's great that you have bad aim, isn't it?" He hummed, voice as innocent as that of a child, yet his eyes were filled with malice. Oh, boy, Nils wasn't there for play, if he needed to show off his powers, which he wasn't even doing, the room would have pretty much vanished. If all Matthew could do was get worked up over a few words, he was indeed with the losers. He cracked a smirk, looking down at his nails. "Do as your friend says, stop making yourself look more ridiculous." He warned, before turning his back on the duo. Frankly, he had nothing more to do with them.

"If that's all you can do, I'm off to call the janitor." He raised his voice a bit, stopping on his way to the door. "Unless you give me a decent reason not to call the teacher, because you two clearly can't even control your powers." Nils added finally, shrugging and walking off to the door. He knew that, in case he called the teacher, all of them would get detentions and that whole mess. However, he didn't care. A month locked in those corridors would be better than having to share a room with a stupid pseudo-hero and a sidekick that trembled so violently it looked like he had some disease. Nils sighed. There was also a hotel on the outskirts of the campus, he could live there and pay the rent working, or anything. He wouldn't lose anything, but the duo on the other hand...

His hand stopped at the door knob. He wanted to see a reaction, how they would act and if they'd even stop him. Nils smirked to himself, giving them time as he slowly turned the door knob around.

Tic. Tac. Tic. Tac.

[elpis]

Missed. Why would – how could someone dare make him miss like that? Matthew snarled almost inhumanly, turning a glare on the person restraining his arm. Or rather, the apparent lack of a person, save for a faint outline and ice and… Frozen tears. Matthew blinked, confused. What was that little idiot still doing around? He should’ve fled screaming for his life or something ages ago…

Little idiot? Matthew fell limp, slowly coming back to reality. He numbly heard Nils saying something in his calm, arrogant voice, but he didn’t have the energy to respond. Now it didn’t make Matthew angry so much as it terrified him. He had just turned into a crazy ice-flinging maniac and the jerk wasn’t even fazed? Maybe he had good reason to be so arrogant… The thought didn’t exactly make Matthew feel any less afraid of Nils.

He crumpled to his knees, limp as a stringless puppet. He looked just as pathetic and useless as he felt.
“I’m sorry, Raivis,” he mumbled. He wanted to say more, he just… Couldn’t. He thought he would just have to tell Raivis he was sorry for going strange and breaking things and scaring him later. Whenever that was. “Sorry…”

He fell weakly to the floor, not able to do much more than think about his situation. He knew he was probably going to be asleep for a few days, at least. He just hoped it wouldn’t be for a week or something. Although, then maybe the teacher would let Raivis off from the assignment… Biology homework seemed like a really stupid thing to think about at a time like this, but anything was better than just thinking about how pathetic he was.

They would probably all be in trouble for this. Matthew hoped maybe he could convince the principal or whoever it was all his fault, so Raivis didn’t have to be stuck in detention and hopefully not stuck in the detention hall or room or whatever with Nils. Matthew wasn’t sure they wouldn’t try to kill each other with pencils or something. He wasn’t sure if he would try to kill Nils with a pencil. The thought was pretty tempting.

Right now Matthew just hoped he hadn’t killed himself. Or that Raivis thought he was dead. His eyelids slid shut and his breathing slowed. His skin slowly returned to a normal human temperate. To almost any person, he probably seemed near dead. A doctor or naturalist, on the other hand, would probably confusedly pronounce him in a state of hibernation.



((I’m sorry for the fail. OTL It just seemed like Matthew would hibernate rather than just fall unconscious like a normal person. XD *Shot’d* ))