2 Awakening

Gregor woke up to an unfamiliar scene, one that should have shocked and disgusted him, yet felt completely natural, and even calming to an extent. A massive battlefield, stretching for miles, littered with bodies in various states, but all with one thing in common; they were all dead, brutally and violently killed.

As Gregor stood up, his gaze was drawn to a giant symbol in the sky. Two crossed axes, pulsing red, giving off an intense aura of battle, so much so that it was as if you could hear the war that ravaged this land, hear clash of metal, the screams of the dying, and the roars of victorious slaughter. Gregor, greatly fascinated by this symbol reached out his hand as if to touch it, when it disappeared. A searing pain appeared on his left chest, as if someone was pushing the sun into his body. As the pain increased, the battlefield began to recede, and a deep red mist rose into the sky.

Once the battlefield was gone, the mist rushed into Gregor's chest, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. However, throughout this process, not a single tear was shed, not even a cry uttered, even when Gregor's unwillingness to do so caused his eyes, ears, noes, and mouth to begin bleeding.

And as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Gregor opened his eyes to find himself in a vast white space, empty save for one glowing speck of light a few feet in front of him.

"Congratulations Inheritor. While the endless battle will and rage you awakened when mortally wounded already qualified you, very few are able to take the pain of a trillion deaths without a sound, especially one as weak as you."

Instinctively, Gregor knew that the voice came from the shining light in front him, despite the fact that he heard it emanating from all around him.

As if it could read his mind, the light said, "All in due time Inheritor. For now, I will return you to the present, as doing this in a pool of your own blood is not all that convenient.

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Meanwhile, two medics were attending to Gregor, trying to stop the bleeding, while students looked on in horror, occasionally throwing fearful and disgusted glances at Alfonz.

Seeing this, the already panicking Alfonz couldn't help but shouting, proclaiming his innocence. "He dropped his guard, its not my fault! He should have said something if he wanted to surrender! ITS NOT MY FAULT!!! ITS NOT..."

As Dwayne knocked Alfonz out, he had a troubled expression on his face. While a live combat exercise always carried risks, depending on how the Cross family dealt with this matter it could become very problematic. While there wouldn't be any lasting damage to Zenith Academy or its reputation, he would certainly lose his position should they try to push it. Worthless or not, Gregor was still the son of the famous Maxwell Cross.

It was at this time one of the medics walked over to tell Dwayne that Gregor was dead. With a sigh of resignation, he contacted the school to let them know of the situation.

Not even 2 minutes later, an aged man with a well trimmed but graying beard arrived on the field. While he did not appear so, the speed at which he arrived indicated his worry.

"Instructor Dwayne, which student is responsible for this?"

"In my personal opinion, it lays with both Cross and Ramirez, but the one that's alive is right here," Dwayne said, pointing at his feet.

"Haaaa," Sighed the older man, "What a mess. I think if we contact the Cross family immediately with an apology and expel this one, we may get away with just paying some compensation."

"I'll get it done Vice-Principal."

As the two men turned to gather the students still watching, They saw the looks of shock and terror on their faces. "Alright, we're done here, everybody back to the classroom, then you'll have the rest of the day off."

"But instructor Dwayne, look!" A student said, pointing at the spot where Gregor died.

Dwayne furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Yes he's dead and its a tragedy, but you have to except it and mo..."

Partway through his speech, Dwayne turned and saw Gregor, covered in his own blood, trying to stand up.

After watching for a few seconds, he shouted, "WHAT THE F#$K?!?!"

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30 minutes of poking and prodding later, the medics found nothing wrong with him. The wound in his chest had completely healed over, and Gregor was shockingly not feeling any effects of losing what should have been half his blood.

The students having long been taken away by other teachers, it was at this point Dwayne and the Vice-Principal approached Gregor. "You wanna tell me what the hell is going on Cross?!"