Cain Hudson."Malik, drop that gun!" Jude speaks beside me as his hand instinctively holds mine and he steps forward, before me, so that the gun directly presses against his waist. "Jude... please." I beg him to move away, beginning to panic even more. Just a few hours ago, he had survived a gunshot all because of me. That was a normal gunshot and didn't really have much effect but I don't know what I would do if he gets shot with a silver bullet... Forget about the ring stuff, I don't know what I would do if anything happens to him again all because of me."The son of a bitch doesn't deserve a good brother like you. All I'm doing is the job I've been paid for. Step away and let me bring him with me, I don't want to harm you." He says to Jude, gesturing for him to move aside. The son of a gun calling my mother a bitch! I tighten my fist and attempt to pick him up and rip him apart but magic is a spoiler. Jude has me pinned to my spot under his supernatural influence, my body refusing

Cain."... from dear Jude." Lashley finishes with the letter written in strange figures and strokes. She folds it and puts it back into the black envelope before placing it on the empty shelf. Even after a month, it is still weird and scary to look at a face as hers. Not just as hers, but as the rest of her peers. "The letters don't come with an address?" I ask, hoping there could be a clue at least. It's the third letter yet and the most detailed one that doesn't have to include pleasantries alone but he never makes a mention of where to find him or if he's ever going to come find me."No, master. The letter is just plain and besides his name, there's no special signature or label. Your friend sounds like a secretive person." It's even weirder for a smart woman like her to wear layers of those uglies."Jude is not my friend." I correct, unsure of why. "And you can call me Cain. Also, I think it's more proper that you and your colleagues all wash your face and stop applying whatever

Cain."No worries, I've met him before." Zenyatta continues without giving anyone the chance to say anything and she takes my hand in her two small ones. A big smile frames her face as she glances at everyone but me. "He's Cain and he's a new student. Why don't you keep me in my care? I am pretty interested. "And why should they keep me in her care? The way she refers to me, it's like she's talking of some particular doll that she wants to buy."You shouldn't bother. Liam and his sister treat me well enough." I say, collecting my hand from her. I have been confused. She definitely looks like a sweetheart but isn't one. She's only a package of impossible confidence and bossiness. It is too much to be called adorable. She chuckles but doesn't leave immediately like one would expect a prideful person to after rejection. Or maybe, I am wrong and it is her pride that makes her stay aback. "Cain, in the presence of all these people. I am asking you to go out on a date with me. Think abo