"Giving this poor soul yet another lecture? Come on Angela cut the poor man some slack." A male voice said, lightly emitting a chuckle.
Angela and Christopher turned to look at the laid back voice. A tall muscular man with slicked back blonde hair strode up to them with his hands clasped behind his head. By all definitions... A pretty boy. Christopher himself was not a bad looking man but the way women mostly looked at him and Thomas was night and day different. While Chris was fairly muscular himself he didn't have the bulging arms like Thomas and has Black shorter, messy spiked up hair and blue eyes. Not exactly an attention grabber compared to his friend Thomas. Rich, Charismatic, and built like a stone wall.
"Thomas you shouldn't encourage him! Things like that are one of the biggest reasons most of the school looks down upon him! His attitude towards other students and classes is known by everyone as hostile and uncaring. How many times now have they tried to throw him out? If not for Lady Cassandra they would have already had their way and he would be gone!"
"Attitude or not they would find an excuse to throw me out." Chris was not a noble, nor was he a member of a rich family. He learned long ago no matter how he behaved or treat his fellow students and instructors he was nothing but scum in their eyes.
Thomas was probably Christopher's only other friend at school. Thomas Belenkov was the son of a mercenary who had been given a noble title after saving a member of the empire's royal family on the battlefield. Once the war had ended the empire had given his father a large chunk of gold, and paid for Thomas to be enrolled at this school as part of the reward and thank you from the empire.
"Oh please I agree. All those rich and noble pricks would look for any reason to spit on him. The man could be on fire and they wouldn't even piss on him to put it out."
Angela sighed "Thomas I'm forced to ask, you do realize you yourself are a noble right?"
"Nope that's my father"
"Which makes you one as well..."
"That's up for debate. Aaaaanyway if our friend here wasn't so prickly... I mean respected and loved by our dear fellow students, then who else would keep all your would be suitors and kiss asses away from you. Really in my opinion you should thank him."
"Hey thanks Thomas."
"Christopher Hayden shut your mouth!"
"Oh she used the full name."
"Damnit Thomas, don't make me test out this new club my father gave me after you broke my last one!"
"That I broke!? It broke when you hit me outside the head! Do you have any idea how much a head wound bleeds!? It ruined my favorite shirt!"
"So what do you two have going on today?" Christopher asked brushing aside the past incident.
"Well for me it will be a toss up between drinking or training...maybe both...at the same time.. Yea I'm going for both."
"Thomas do you really think your father would approve of something like that?" sighed Angela.
"Honestly he would probably be proud if I was able to pull it off."
"And just like that so much has been explained" Chris laughed.
"Unfortunately I have to negotiate a contract on my fathers behalf in about an hour so I have to leave." Angela declared her shoulders slumping.
"What about you Chris?"
"Guess since you both are busy I'll just go home and prepare myself for the mental trauma I'll have to endure tomorrow. If Elise finds out about anything probably a little physical trauma too." Christopher gave his response as a visible shiver ran down his spine.
Shortly after the three friends parted ways for the evening. Leaving Christopher to make his way home alone. Allowing his natural instincts to lead him back home, he listened to the flow of the city and the people going about without a single care to be had. However for Christopher it was chaos. He did his best to shut his mind off, and ignore the people all around him. Money and goods exchanged hands, people at the bar smoked and drank laughing away, workers going about restocking, greeting customers. Chaos. His mind took all of it in like a constant flow of information, unable to block out even the tiniest of details, So many details that his mind felt overloaded which in turn did the same to his sensory. His heart rate began to rise. Breaking out into a cold sweat, the world began to spin as if he had just spent the entire night and morning drinking. He stumbled forward and leaned his arm and head against the wall. 'There's nothing to worry about, no enemies, no traps, breathe. It's nothing' He kept repeating to himself in his head.
"Close your eyes, steady your breathing." A soothing feminine voice whispered into his ear. From nowhere. This would generally have only made it worse, but the voice was one he recognized instantly.
"If it was that easy I wouldn't have this issue to begin with." He muttered in between sharp breaths.
"Concentrate on my voice, there's no one else here, no sounds just me." She began talking about her day as if continuing from a conversation they were just having.
Christopher listened and did as the voice said, slowly his heart rate began to drop as his breathing flowed normal again.
"I'm proud of you. You're handling these issues much better. Just think a year ago you would never be able to handle crowds like this."
Christopher turned and smiled " Hello Elise." Before him stood a woman that could only be described as beautiful, The perfect hour glass figure, darker skin, shoulder length black hair and green eyes. It was safe to say if he still had a heart, one could claim that Elise was it.
"Hello Elise" The beautiful woman was now standing in front of him, with a beaming smile that could melt the hearts of anyone that was lucky enough to see it. He could say with certainty that it was a smile that would captivate any man and bend them to her will. Happily she was not that type of person though. "Hello handsome, turns out it was a good thing I delayed my shopping trip for dinner today." "Haha" Christopher gave a feeble laugh unable to make eye contact with her, he couldn't help but to feel shame. She lifted him by his chin giving him a soft smile. "After the life you've lived, I'm amazed that you've come this far. Regardless of how you feel. I'm proud of you." She declared planting a soft kiss on his lips. As far as Christopher could think of there were three to five people in this world he honestly loved and would do anything for. She was the one thing that held him together in this new life. Whenever he thought he was no longer able to take it, she always knew what
Christopher said his goodbyes to Elise and managed to get himself smacked a few more times for some of his off hand remarks. As he began making his way back home he found a public bench and decided to sit down and rest for a minute. He watched as everyone went about their business with smiles on their faces. 'How oblivious these people are.' Christopher couldn't help but to be envious of them. Going through their lives haggling, lifting, working their same routine never changing....Happy. He knew that Elise was right he had to at least try to take things more serious, many people in the world would give their left arm for the chance to attend the academy that he was going to. The same time his patience could only carry him so far. Everyday he had to endure favoritism and society ranking being shoveled in his face. There were multiple occasions their teachers would try to change facts award the right answer to some high ranking brat. Just as an example say the teacher asked a noble w
"HELP!" Christopher knew this was not a good situation by any means. Anyone could recognize a shake down of this sort. The small group was surrounded and on top of it two of them seemed to be non combatants. That left only the two fighters standing in the front. As if things weren't stacked against the outnumbered group as it was. The fighters would have to defend themselves while also trying to protect dead weight. They may stand a better chance if they were alone with a single hand tied behind their backs. This situation... Christopher knew that this was the opportunity of a life time! It was the moment that one could set themselves above the rest, to put it all on the line for the greater good! To conquer ones fears and rise above evil! To be a hero! "Screw this." Mumbled Christopher. There was just one problem with that. Christopher had no urge to become a hero. It was the kind of thing that would just complicate his life or most likely end it. Eith
Even after witnessing the debatable innocent die in front of them the small group refused to give up and unsheathed their weapons the middle aged man pulled out a two handed sword, the Younger behemoth of a man pulled up a giant mace and readied it. He usually preferred to wield his mace with a shield but it would have drawn to much attention so he left it behind, although most people would agree the massive mace he was using would have drawn far more attention. The goons already had their weapons out and had assumed a fighting stance. When they heard a body hitting the floor all of the thugs smiled at the small group. "Janich now that's done come and join the fun." "Oh man I think Janich must be really sick! He isn't looking so good." Big boss man number one immediately turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. On the ground was not Christopher's body but the goon known as Janich with a hole stabbed into his throat. All eyes were drawn to the one eve
The Hooded girl began vomitting uncontrollably having just witnessed a mans head being ripped from his body. After the brief pause to take in what they had just witnessed, her guards came back to their senses. While the enemies attention was elsewhere and still had their backs turned to them the towering youth brought his mace down on the head of the man closest to him. Blood, bone fragments and brain tissue went flying in every direction splattering the walls, even a little had landed on the feet of the women present. The same time the middle aged man cut the head off the other with his Broadsword the head rolled around on the floor coming to rest near the remaining thugs. Now only two enemies remained, Big boss number one and another both caught in between Christopher and the small group. Christopher stared down big boss man number one. Holding the head out in front of him, His emotionless face slowly began to turn into a smile. Witnessing the brutality, and this smile, Big Boss
Half a boss man number one Still had not realized what happened to him. Confused and sweating profusely he could not figure out why he was on the ground, All he did know is for some reason it felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. The thing was though nobody was near him that could have touched him. It was then he glanced to the side, laying next to him was half an arm and some ones legs. ' I wonder who those belong to.. Hey i got the same pair of pants...' The moment half a boss man thought that, he began to feel and immense amount of pain.Chris slowly turned to face Half a boss man number 1 and squat down on the ground staring him in the eyes. Boss man could hardly believe this was the same man who he called out to. He had brought his own death down upon him. Chris glanced down next to him and his smile grew even more."You son of a bitch" whispered half a boss man. ' I remember hearing once that the grim reaper takes on many forms. Who would have
"Well alright then you have deal." "Your highness please tell me you're joking? You are entrusting your fate to someone who is clearly insane! Possibly mentally unstable." Braum whispered in her ear, as he eyed Christopher who was currently taking any valuables and money from the dead men he had just killed. "Crazy? Possibly I'll give you that much. But before you pass judgement you should walk a mile in that persons shoes." Chris shrugged talking over his shoulder. "Although not mentally unstable. Really id say what really stands out in my mind as crazy is the fact that for whatever reason i agreed to help you." "See! He even agrees he's probably crazy!" "Braum that's enough. You have to remember the entire reason for this situation is actually our fault. While i trust you, Garrett, and Vanessa more then anyone else alive, the fact is we need help if were going to get out of here." The middle aged man who's name was apparently Braum let out a deep si
The trip to his home was happily uneventful. Christopher had managed to persuade everyone to remove the hoods. Sure enough it was just as he said. Multiple patrols had passed right by them but none recognized the princess. Although she was technically one of the most prominent figures in the world. The leaders barely ever interacted with their people, if they didn't have someone there to announce their presence or flying their banner then nobody would be any the wiser. There was no way for them to just pull up a picture of her, and she had never taken place in court politics so very few nobles had ever even met her. "Well this is it. Try not to expect to much." Christopher announced once they arrived to his home. On the outside it looked to bluntly put it, completely unimpressive. There was nothing that made it stand out from others. It was not immaculate by any means, but also was not some run down hovel. If one was being completely honest it actually looked average when co