Post by meghanlee on Jul 25, 2006 17:28:15 GMT -5
For years Michael had held back at the Academy. Not academically, there he would never hold back. But the defense classes that were required. He would show up, fake his indifference and seem to advance at a rate on average with the rest of his class. He did not show the skills his mother had passed onto him. He did not let them see the way he knew more than his class, more than some of his teachers even.
But now he didn't hold back.
There was no need. He had heard of the video that had been shown to the students that night and was certain that it was in the hands of the Mi7 now. There was no need to fake average when his actions while kidnapped showed anything but.
A routine had fallen to him. The run he went on with Danielle and Ren in the morning. Classes made the day drag for him. He no longer wanted to be at this place. Every moment in class was left for thinking of escape. For wondering of what it had all meant, why they had been taken. What they all seemed to be anxiously waiting for.
He still kept to his sister, though after being yelled at one night, he backed off slightly, allowing her space. He worried though. Worried of the things that could come after them all. He was to go on the Paris trip, to keep the things that go bump in the night from harming his sister.
He would go. But he wondered lately if he would come back. The desire to leave grew more and more with every passing hour.