"Mister Cullen, your response to my Academy is disappointing. Little Brothers--ugh, I hate that name--Brother Units, set up the Extraction Procedure. I'm heading down to the Containment Room myself."
There's no laughter in the Principal's voice this time. Only rage and malice. As with the previous week, the room of the trial room slides open and a large clear container descends. For just a moment there's an unmistakable air of pure malice that floods the room. The hatred so intense that it practically burns the air around you making it crackle. That's when Edward disappears into the clear container.
Edward seems resigned to his fate when he enters the container. It turns into resolve when the air in the container shimmers. A tall man appears before Edward, seemingly continuously in shadow despite the harsh lights on the container. He places his pipe in his mouth as seems to glare at Edward. This time, some words are heard from the container. "Shall we begin?!”
Determination newly restored to him, Edward leans forward, preparing for the fight. With catlike speed and grace, he lunges toward the man, feral and poised to rip into him. He moves with control and precision that are clearly weaker than he’s used to, but he looks like a real predator when he runs toward the Principal, teeth bared. Edward meets not skin, but an entire wall of flame as the fire wreathing the Principal pulses outward in a powerful blast, growing to twice its size and repelling Edward’s attacks, sending the young vampire flying.
For just a moment, Edward almost seems to glow in the firelight—which should be impossible. Then he hits the wall behind him in the corner of the cell, where he sits dazed for only a moment before struggling back to his feet. Another blast of flame erupts from the Principal’s hand, and Edward is no longer maybe-glowing, but on fire—at least, his clothes have started to catch.
But, like any wild animal chasing a bit of hope, Edward isn’t deterred, his fast motions becoming more and more desperate and violent as he runs forward through the blast of flame and directly at the Principal, whose hands do not even flinch. Edward flies away again, runs back again. He’s completely covered in flame now. At the very last, he makes it through the fire and reaches the Principal, his burning hands extended to claw and tear at the Principal’s arm.
The jet of flame strikes him square between the eyes, and Edward finally hits the ground in a way he doesn’t rise from. The flames still lick at his body as grey, heavy smoke starts to fill the container. Even though he continues to move slightly for a few more minutes before eventually stopping. Edward Cullen is dead. The Principal takes out his pipe, taking a moment to laugh. "That was better! I needed some stress relief after your miserable performances."
The Principal glares down from the container, placing the pipe back in his mouth as he crosses arms. "I am the Principal, Father, and I am very disappointed. Go back to your rooms! I'll be seeing you all later."
The Little Brothers glance at each other as the Principal vanishes from the container as it lifts the still burning, slightly moving remains of Edward towards the rest of the Containment Room. They slowly usher everyone out for another long elevator ride.
EXECUTION: A Conflagration of Devils (CW: burning to death)
There's no laughter in the Principal's voice this time. Only rage and malice. As with the previous week, the room of the trial room slides open and a large clear container descends. For just a moment there's an unmistakable air of pure malice that floods the room. The hatred so intense that it practically burns the air around you making it crackle. That's when Edward disappears into the clear container.
Edward seems resigned to his fate when he enters the container. It turns into resolve when the air in the container shimmers. A tall man appears before Edward, seemingly continuously in shadow despite the harsh lights on the container. He places his pipe in his mouth as seems to glare at Edward. This time, some words are heard from the container. "Shall we begin?!”
Determination newly restored to him, Edward leans forward, preparing for the fight. With catlike speed and grace, he lunges toward the man, feral and poised to rip into him. He moves with control and precision that are clearly weaker than he’s used to, but he looks like a real predator when he runs toward the Principal, teeth bared.
Edward meets not skin, but an entire wall of flame as the fire wreathing the Principal pulses outward in a powerful blast, growing to twice its size and repelling Edward’s attacks, sending the young vampire flying.
For just a moment, Edward almost seems to glow in the firelight—which should be impossible. Then he hits the wall behind him in the corner of the cell, where he sits dazed for only a moment before struggling back to his feet. Another blast of flame erupts from the Principal’s hand, and Edward is no longer maybe-glowing, but on fire—at least, his clothes have started to catch.
But, like any wild animal chasing a bit of hope, Edward isn’t deterred, his fast motions becoming more and more desperate and violent as he runs forward through the blast of flame and directly at the Principal, whose hands do not even flinch. Edward flies away again, runs back again. He’s completely covered in flame now.
At the very last, he makes it through the fire and reaches the Principal, his burning hands extended to claw and tear at the Principal’s arm.
The jet of flame strikes him square between the eyes, and Edward finally hits the ground in a way he doesn’t rise from. The flames still lick at his body as grey, heavy smoke starts to fill the container. Even though he continues to move slightly for a few more minutes before eventually stopping. Edward Cullen is dead. The Principal takes out his pipe, taking a moment to laugh. "That was better! I needed some stress relief after your miserable performances."
The Principal glares down from the container, placing the pipe back in his mouth as he crosses arms. "I am the Principal, Father, and I am very disappointed. Go back to your rooms! I'll be seeing you all later."
The Little Brothers glance at each other as the Principal vanishes from the container as it lifts the still burning, slightly moving remains of Edward towards the rest of the Containment Room. They slowly usher everyone out for another long elevator ride.