Chapter 35: Trent vs Owen

The final bell rang. After it stopped Owen was going through in his head over and over and over again what he will tell Trent. Thinking about it made his insides crawl worst of all. He wont run from this. This is his problem now and he has to fix it. Owen got everything ready. He exited the classroom. He knew where to go: down the hall, out the doors, and stand face to face with Trent. He stared walking down the hall through a river of students trying to get home. Owen exited the double doors and saw a big crowd of people circled around where it happened. When they saw him, there was an immense amount of chatter then silence as the crowd opened to reveal Trent. He was standing there gazing at Owen in anger. Owen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I wont fight you, Trent. You are Emily's friend and I don't want to fight you. Let's stop before it's too late...we will get in trouble for brawling outside of class," Owen said staring at Trent.

"It's already too late, loser. It was too late when you let Emily leave. When you drove my only joy away," Trent said in response.

"You can find a new joy..."

"I can't. She was the only thing and you took her from me," Trent then looked around, "and you scared this school with your damn FEARA CRAP!!"

The crowd cheered as Trent shouted at Owen. The crowd kept chanting, "put out the fire! Put out the fire! Put out the fire!"

"If you keep this up...I will have to defend myself," Owen said.

"Like how you defended your mother? You are all talk, Owen," Trent said taking out his blade. Owen looked up at Trent in rage at what he said. Trent ran at Owen and tried to slash at him but Owen blocked Trent with his blade. Owen then pushed Trent back and countered him. It was then blocked by Trents blade.

"How dare you say that about my mom," Owen shouted at Trent.

"Looks like she wasnt as strong as everyone made her out to be," Trent shouted back. Owen came at Trent with a few more slashes. Trent blocked all but two. Trent's right arm was now bleeding but he didnt care. Owen and trent kept exchanging blows. Not one went through to the other. Trent then slashed at Owen's head. Trent's blade sliced open the skin of Owens cheek. Owen stumbled back and fell on the ground. He put his hand where Trent cut him. It was bleeding and it was bad. Trent then pointed at Owen with his blade.

"I will kill you were you are...," Trent said.

"I am not going to fight you, Trent...I just want to go home...," Owen said with blood gushing out of his cheek.

"Then die then, feara!," Trent said ask he tried slashing at Owen's neck. Then, almost by instinct, Owen blocked it with his blade.

"I...said...NO!!," Owen said as he thrust his blade forward knocking Trent off balance. Trent then fell on his back. His head was ring pounding as it hit the hard ground. All he saw when he opened his eyes was Owen standing over him, with the tip of his blade in his face. Trent then let go of his blade and let it disperse and closed his eyes.

"Kill me...," Trent said. "Just do it..."

"I am not going to kill you," Owen responded.

"You need to...I dont want to be contracted...," Trent said.

"Contracted?," Owen asked.

The crowd around them then thinned out. Owen then felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Professor Cole...

...with an unhappy expression on his face.