Chapter 33: Burning Hatred

The next day Owen went into school, he felt odd. Everyone seemed to be staring at him and whispering to themselves as he walked by. Some of them pointed him and gasped under their breath. When he got to his locker, he unlocked his lock. The moment he done this, the halls became silent. It was so silent you would have been able to hear a pin drop. He opened his locker and shoved his backpack in.

Owen then turned and found everyone staring at him. He slowly backed up to his locker as their eyes followed. The silence was then broken by a shout coming from the crowd.

"It's the fire blade that threatened Emily's dad and killed him! He made Emily move away," the voice said.

"W-wha...?," Owen said in a nervous tone.

Owen could hear little voice coming from the crowd.

"Freak"

"Murderer"

"Another fire blade"

"What's wrong with him"

"What a feara"

"Stupid Feara"

"Another Feara"

Owen looked back in his locker and just grabbed his books. He then closed and locked his locker and started walking to class. On his way to his first class, he kept getting stares from other people in the halls passing by him. He could hear people calling him a freak and a murderer, but one word that stood out to him. 'Feara'. What could it mean? Why do they keep calling him this?

He finally got to the door of his first class and seen all the people passing by him. They kept staring at him as though he was some sort of monster. He then saw Trent coming up to the same door.

"Trent! Trent!," Owen said trying to get his attention.

"What, loser?," Trent said to him.

"I dont know what's going on...everyone is staring at me...," Owen said in a nervous tone.

"Maybe it's because they are scared of you," Trent said. "It wasnt right attacking a poor man that was just picking up his daughter, and not only killing him, but our most beloved teachers? Even your own mother fell victim."

Owen couldn't believe what he was hearing. His heart was racing with fear. He didnt know what to do. He was frozen in place.

"Y-you saw what he was Trent... he...he...that...that thing wasn't...that wasn't a blade...it...it wasn't even human," Owen said hysterically. "T-Trent...w-why?"

"You made Emily move away. I told you I would do anything to see her happy, and now I cant even see her. This is all your fault, and you will pay for it," Trent said.

Owen's fear turned to rage as he looked at Trent. He wanted to punch him so bad.

"Angry, feara? Are you going to kill me like you killed the rest? If so, then fight me, I'll put you in your place," Trent said.

"I am not going to fight you...you are Emily's friend...but...I...," Owen said.

"Friend? Who ever wants to be friends with a back stabbing feara," Trent said.

"F-feara? What does that mean?," Owen asked.

"It means that you are nothing but a filthy fire blade," Trent replied in a hateful tone.

The bell then rang. Trent got into Owen's face.

"You want to get this 'reputation' back? After school, same place where it happened. You, me, brawl," Trent said as he turned to walk in. "Bring your A-game"

Owen watched him as Trent went in to sit at his desk. This rage festered inside him. He didnt want to hurt him but he felt he had to.

"I am not a murderer...," Owen said to himself as he walked in.