Sylas looked over at her with one brow raised. "Little Miss Angel gets a makeover and suddenly thinks she's better than everyone, huh?" he replied smoothly. "Makes sense that you'd defend a defective valkyrie; you holy ones have to stick together, don't you?" Theresa frowned before heading for the door, not having any of this.
She scoffed. "First of all, I'm no better than anyone else. Secondly, I told you earlier that Angels are hardly holy unless they want to be. You're just mean and you don't listen."
“Oh, I listen plenty,” Sylas replied. “I just don’t use the information I learn to try to be better than everyone else.” “That’s enough, both of you,” Mags chided. “This won’t make the time pass any faster.” Theresa was at the door and left while the fight was going on.
Lilith went quiet. She looked thoughtful and maybe a bit put down, resting her head on her desk. Maverick frowned, watching her go.
Theresa walked through the halls, her gladius drawn as she moved quietly. She was hoping that her visions were flawed, like the newspaper suggested, but she knew they weren't.
She walked in the darkness for a while, her bright eyes narrowing suspiciously. After a while, she spoke. "You should go back to class."
"Right, well," she said slowly, looking over at him. "You don't do anything you don't want to do, right? God forbid you to have some sense of restraint."
She frowned, but this was more thoughtful. "I think I do. I had a vision," she said worriedly. After a moment, she shot a glare at him. "But since your story came out, no one believes me."
She opened her mouth before it happened. A scream cut through the darkness, terrified and in pain. Theresa jerked her head towards the noise and cursed, beginning to run towards the noise. * * * Monty looked up, frowning. "Did you hear that?"
Mavericks eyes widened and he darted after her, his brows furrowed worriedly. *** Theo frowned and looked back. A hint of nervousness crossed her face. "Yeah.."
They moved through the hallways and Theresa slowed to a stop before she frowned, muttering something under her breath. Her hand glowed with light and she paused, looking down at the mass on the floor. A student, one that Maverick would be able to recognize as a freshman, lay on the floor, a knife in their chest. * * * "Want to go check it out?"
Maverick paused, his eyes becoming wide with terror. "Is.. Is that real? Theresa?" *** She squinted at him, looking thoughtful. "This is how people in horror movies die."
She frowned, kneeling down next to the body and waving her glowing hand over the mouth. As they watched, the light flickered and she pursed her lips, standing up. "She's dead," she replied softly, looking over the body. "This is what I saw. She's gone." * * * He paused, tilting his head playfully before extending a hand. "Do you trust me?"
Maverick looked around in fear and frustration. "Who did this? They must still be near, right?" *** She raised an eyebrow testingly before taking his hand. "Eh. As much as I trust any of my other friends."
She stood up slowly, dragging her eyes from the body to look over at him. "Probably. The vision I had faded after we approach it." * * * "Oh, I'm your friend?" he said playfully, pulling her along as he walked backward.
He looked around, his brows furrowed. "Well they didn't come to our direction.." *** "Yes, I think you are. Are you?"
