Marco

As a prefect, he was obliged to protect everyone. But Marco hated them: the rich, arrogant, and supercilious nobles. He didn’t know why the elder had given him the role. He wasn’t apt for it.

When he creaked open the dorm’s gate, Marco noticed a smudge of blood on the floor. He grunted. Another victim he thought.

Every day, fights would break out, or rather, the powerful would pick on the weak. Doc would always holler at them for getting injured, not because he didn’t want the students hurt, but because he didn’t want to work. Although Doc was lazy, his abilities worked perfectly, which was probably why he didn’t get fired.

The trail of blood was leading towards his room, and Marco’s instinct told him that something was wrong. Freezing the floor with ice, he began to skate impetuously towards his dorm room, keeping a watch on the red stains.

“Oh sh*t,” Marco muttered when he saw blood on the knob of his room’s door,”Not my room.”

Cursing under his breath, Marco stomped in and saw fresh drops of blood creating a path towards the bathroom. I’m gonna kill that girl he thought.

The girl was his roommate, which meant that she was on par with his skills, or even stronger. There was little chance that she would get beaten by the other weaklings, which meant that the blood was from someone else. But who? he thought.

Convinced that his roommate had carried someone else, Marco cautiously formed his ice-spear. The bathroom was dark, but he had no reason to be afraid. He considered turning on the lights, but it would give the girl a hint that he was here.

Creeping in, his feet sloshed in something sticky and wet. Blood. Marco knew the familiar scent and feeling. Going further in, he bumped into something soft and cold. Blindly prodding at it, Marco figured that it was a body. When he dragged it out of the darkness, he realized that it was a girl, and to his surprise, his roommate.

Marco was astounded and bewildered by how she had ended in such a critical state. If she was near his tier, then no one, not even the teachers, would be able to hurt her to that extent. Roommates, according to the school rules, were assigned when someone of equivalent or similar power enrolled into the school.

The girl was bleeding out, and Marco didn’t want to waste time. After covering her in ice to stop the flow of blood, he placed his palm on the ground. Instantaneously, the air around him froze, and a path of ice began to form. He gave the girl (covered with ice), a small nudge, and it began to slide along the path he created.

“Doc’s going to kill me for giving him extra work,” Marco thought out loud, as he skated in front of the ice carrying the girl, freezing the ground for paths that led to Doc’s office. The ray of frost streaming out of his hands began to thin as Marco felt his body grow numb.

When Doc’s office came into sight, Marco accelerated his speed. With the last of his strength, he created a wall of ice meant to stop the block of ice ramming through the office’s door.

The block pummeled forwards without a sign of stopping. Marco cowered as he prepared for the ice to break through the wall. A solid thud echoed throughout the hallway, but the wall remained sturdy. Cracks were visible, but otherwise, everything was fine.

Marco grinned complacently as he slowly absorbed the ice from the wall. It began to shrink, then slowly began to fade away. After a minute passed there was no trace of the wall nor the icy path.

Carrying the girl on his shoulder, Marco walked into the office and found Doc snoring in his seat.

”Doc!” Marco called, dumping the girl on a bed,”I got you a present!”

Jolting awake, Doc growled at Marco.

“Who did this?”

“Dunno, but not me.”

Inspecting the girl’s wounds, Doc’s eyebrows began to furrow in concern.

“Is this the new girl, Kashi?” he asked.

“Kashi’s her name?”

“Aren’t you her roommate?”

“Wish I wasn’t.”

“You should take better care of her.”

Marco sighed. It wasn’t his duty to focus on a puny girl who was as strong as he was. He could take on all the prefects in this school by himself, and still be unscathed. If he could do that, Kashi would be capable of it, too. But it was unsettling how someone as powerful as him could be brutally scarred by an unknown individual.

“Hey Doc, tell me, what’s Kashi’s magnus?” Marco blurted out, unable to suppress his curiosity.

“Everyone’s,” Doc replied without hesitation and returned his focus on healing Kashi.