A New Student? [Invite]

"Bye I'll see you tomorrow!" Krim shouted to her friend as she fumbled with the the chains that strapped her newly purchased hover bike on the hunk of metal. The study session and dinner she had with her friends had ended pretty late and although they had offered to give her a ride back home in their car, she wasn't particularly scared of any danger there was out there. If it was just some criminals, Krim felt confident that she could potentially handle them. Even if she didn't have her typical weapon of choice with her, her body was still a very capable weapon.

As her freezing fingers continued to mess with the number on the lock, a sharp pain rang both through her left eye and her head. Oh no. This couldn't be happening right now. Not in public when there could be people around. Desperately, Krim clenched at her left eye as she ran off into one of the alleyways trying to seek refuge. Despite the cover of the eyepatch and her fingers, the red glow grew more intense, seeping through both and growing increasingly uncomfortable. She ripped it off her head completely, exposing the glowing crimson eye that she typically kept hidden. Her fear grew even further, as she found herself sinking into the despair.

Where was she? 

The last place she remembered being was in a hospital, and now she had found herself in the alleyway of a darkened street. Still, it didn't matter where she was. A populated place meant there was plenty of people, plenty of people for their blood to run across the street. All she had to do was find someone she could attack now. Krim walked down the alleyway with slow, but methodical steps, seeing for someone to harm.

A voice, what was that? She turned around, seeing an individual standing near her. His power was quite strong as well, exceeding this body's power but no, she didn't know who he was. She was pretty sure that she had never met this person before in her entire life. Regardless of who they were though, she definitely didn't like them. Granted, she never really liked anyone in her life. It had always been just her, and this... person that she always found herself into during these random times. Wait wasn't she this person to begin with? If that was the case, whose body did this belong to? Who was she? Why was her memory so fragmented. The little knowledge she had was so fuzzy to begin with, making her head hurt. 

There were so many uncertainties, causing her to panic. Everything was an enemy. Everything had to go, she couldn't stand looking at all of this. It all had to go. The person in front of her had to go. No, she couldn't stand them standing in front of her like that. Their blood was calling to her, almost beckoning her to spill it across the floor in front. Yes, that was the only certainty she had in this situation and she just so desperately wanted some sort of comfort in all of this. Slowly, she turned around facing the person and tilted her head slightly to the side. She extended her right arm, allowing her violet ki to surround her entire forearm. "Die." She said, her voice completely devoid of emotion. Swinging the appendage would cause a wave of ki soaring through the air at the stranger. Yes, she felt so much better now. Maybe she had found that only certainty in this hellish world she now lived in.

Power. He was powerful as well. He easily dispersed her attack without much issue and even sent a blow of his own back to her. When did she become so weak? She didn't remember being this weak before, so why couldn't she beat someone like him now? Her head hurt. There were so many fuzzy faces coming to her now, but she couldn't recognize any of them. Who were they?

As she continued to wrack her mind over all these possibilities, it was at that moment where the attack her, sending her flying back. Pain was all she registered as she thought she felt some of her ribs crack and everything became hard for her to breath. Finally it all came back to her, she was Krim. She just had finished her study session at the local library with some friends when she felt another episode happen. Oh no it happened again, and this time she accidently picked a fight with someone that was far out of her league. Was she going to die? It felt like it. The pain was almost too much for her to bear, seeing how she had never even broken a bone before in her life. She knew it was painful, especially after she saw the way Yogu reacted after she accidently broke his arm in a similar fit when they were younger, but not like this. Was this how poor Creme Puff felt when she accidently hurt her? Maybe this was karma after all...

By then Krim's eye had stopped glowing, returning back to its natural red shade. She let out of a cough, red blood dripping from her mouth. Everything was going hazy and it was difficult to stay awake now. She was going to die, wasn't she. She wanted to say something to the person, an apology for trying to hurt him, but she simply couldn't speak. She was going to die here with all her regrets and that was what killed her the most in the inside.

It was one of the worst feeling she had ever experienced in her entire life, rivaling the immense guilt she felt when she hurt someone that she cared for or an innocent when she underwent that mindset. Her injured ribs ached with each breath she tried to take. It was almost as if Krim was drowning but unfortunately she didn't have the luxury to actually pass out. She was vividly aware of what was happening around her and she couldn't escape the pain no matter what. The person that harmed her earlier came up to her, immediately trying to do first aid on her. However, Krim could hardly breath and speaking was an even more monuments task. Instead all she could do was raise her hand to her chest, pointing at the outline of her ribs. She didn't exactly know whether something broken or at the very least bruised, but goodness did it hurt like hell.

Even if she wasn't able to speak, she at the very least tried to pass a message along to the man that she had initially attacked. "I'm sorry," the words were hardly audible, and she had mouthed them out more than she had spoken. However, she got what she deserved. She attacked him first and now she was paying the price. Even if she was going to survive this, it didn't change the fact that she felt awful for putting him in this situation to begin with.

It did make her feel slightly better that the man was at the very least patching up her wounds, although Krim really didn't know how much bandages could do for internal damage. To show her thanks for such a gesture though, she at the very least decided to try not to complain as much as she possibly could throughout the entire process although she did fail quite a few times as she let out several involuntary winces and groans. At the very least, she was able to avoid screaming out in pain as he placed a cloth on her chest. Throughout these moments of pain though, she still couldn't help but wonder how screwed she was for her upcoming finals, especially when they were all acting based. This was going to be a pain to deal with, although with modern technology, hopefully they were able to speed up the process of healing.

Once he was done tendign to her wounds, Krim nodded as she leaned against the nearby wall, doing her best to at the very least level her breathing once again. Every breath she took still hurt like hell, but if that was the best he could do, she was in no room to complain. She was already grateful that he even bothered patching her up in the first place, especially as she was the one that attacked her. Weakly, she nodded her head in response to his instructions, just doing her best to stay awake. Although her legs were fine, her chest still hurt quite a bit every time she were to move her torso around, and she had doubt she could even prop herself up without screaming out in pain. As such, she simply decided to just lean against the wall and sigh. "I'm really sorry." She once again tried to say, her words hardly audible. 

There was really no easy way to answer the question that he asked her. After all, she hardly knew the answer herself. Nobody around her knew it. Her parents, her grandpa, the doctors, nobody. Instead, she was forced to learn and deal with it herself all her life. The two major incidents where she did lose control and harm the ones around her were some of the worst episodes she had, leaving her with immense guilt afterwards, but even then she hardly knew what triggered it in the first place. Instead, all she could do was weakly groan as she shook her head. She didn't have much energy to speak in the first place as she was still in too much pain.

As much as she wanted to move and get medical help, she was simply both too tired and in too much pain to do so as well. Shaking her head, Krim once again let out a quiet groan, silently scolding herself for getting her in this situation in the first place. Even if she wasn't in control, this was all her fault for having an episode in the middle of nowhere. In the midst of her mental argument though, her stomach let out a loud growl. Sheepishly she turned her head away, a slight blush on her face. She didn't really want to talk about how hungry she was in all this pain, but well, she could use something to eat. Maybe it would help regain her energy enough to walk again.

Being that rested within her soul? What the hell was he talking about? While Krim typically would have dismissed the comment, believing that the other was under some sort of influence, there was no denying the strength he had. There was something more to him that made her more inclined to believe his words although she hardly even understood what he meant in the first place. Unfortunately in her injured state, she could hardly breath, much less form actual sentences without being in a massive amount of pain in both her chest and the growing one within her empty stomach.

Fortunately the individual seemed kind enough, offering her some sort of vegetable to eat. Krim eyed the beet hesitantly. Beets were never her favorite vegetable, much less raw, but he was offering it and she was hungry. She was in no position to turn down such an act of compassion. Still she would slowly grab the beet, looking at it with a suspicious look in her eye before finally biting down. It was just as disgusting as she thought it was, the taste being both sharp and earthy, making it difficult to swallow. Yet despite this, she swallowed and tried to finish it to hopefully appease the demon for his gesture.

To her astonishment though, not only did her hunger disappear but so did her injuries. The pain in her chest slowly ebbed away as if it she hadn't been injured in the first place. Sure it was still aching, but not to the extent it had been before. Slowly she moved herself upwards, touching her bandaged chest, feeling the ribs. Rather experiencing agony and feeling the cracks within her ribs she only felt the soreness of what was a bruise. Most of the pain was completely gone. "What the?" She said aloud, surprise at the lack of pain that followed it as well. She looked at the half eaten beat incredulously before looking at the man again. "Who are you?" She asked. Now that she could speak without being in pain, she took this opportunity which had been bugging her this entire time: "What do you mean about the being that rest in my soul?"