Dormatoria

And so his life changed: As if an intervention from god came. Never had he been able to live securely and peacefully under a roof without being chased out immediately upon discovery. That man who let him in, that man in the black suit, he felt something from him. See, Jamono was a Will user. But a very weak one. He couldn't remember since when he could do so, but one of his memories was from the time when he was with his parents. They went to the river to play, and the water, the water whispered to him. It sang him a lullaby, and his mother smiled and showed him the fish in the river:

"Look, it's a carp! Look at how it swims!"

Jamono laughed and clapped his tiny childish hands, jumping in the spring grass. The water splashed, as little water bubbles floated into the air and dropped back into the river. His mother took him into her arms and spun him around, laughing and proudly exclaiming: 

"This is my son! My little prodigy!"

And that's where his memories end. 

With the first day at the dormitory, he has been assigned a room with another student. As he entered the room, a boy sat on the edge of a bed. When he heard the door open, he jumped fast to Jamono and put a knife to his neck. Jamono flinched and fell backwards in fear. The person pinned him down and held him at the edge:

"Who are you?"

"I- i- i- am assigned to sleep here! Don't kill me! Please!"

The person stood up and put away the knife. Then he returned to his previous place and calmly watched the outside skies again. Jamono couldn't stand up. His body was still paralyzed from the sudden fear. When that person looked him into the eye, he could sense bloodlust from it. That guy was no ordinary person.

"Are you just going to sit there on the floor? Come on, get up. I hope you didn't piss yourself. That would be such a shame."

Jamono just sat there, and then shook his head and took a deep breath. He put away his luggage and laid down on a bed. It was so comforting. They had everything here: Warmth, comfiness and food… Something so great hasn't happened in years… A tear rolled down his face. This was the best thing for the last… ten years?

"Don't tell me you're actually crying dude. It's just some food man."

Jamono, visibly pissed, shouted in his direction: "It may be just food for you, but it is more than that to me! You don't know a single shit about how it was living off nothing but water the last 6 days!"

Angelo looked at him with a brutal stare: "So what? Don't make a fuss about it, you child."

Jamono lunged at him, ready to strike him square in the face. But the person caught it: "Well well well, losing your temper? Should I remind you of who kills who?"

He punched Jamono in the guts, sending him flying into the wall on the opposite side. But before the impact, Jamono conjured a water cushion to ease his impact. He merely bounced off that blob and fell to the ground before him, mostly unharmed.

"Quite the intuition you got there little one. But if I was to move faster, what would you do?"

The person lunged at him, grabbing him by the neck and conjuring earth to make him some artificial shackles. "Well you're trapped now. What are you going to do?"

Jamono unexpectedly slipped through the shackles and landed a punch on the guy. First in shock but then in awe, it spoke: "I understand, you put another water cushion under your wrists, so the shackles would be wider and thus easier to slip out. I must say, I didn't expect that. But I'm tired now, so let's wrap things up right now."

He took a stance and pointed at Jamono: "I'll give you the honor of exchanging names before you'll go to sleep. So what is your name?" 

Jamono also got ready and traced that person's body movements. It was an excellent fighting style just from the movement. Then he locked eyes with it: "It's Jamono."

The person grinned and a flicker of enjoyment was to be seen in his eyes. Jamono flinched as he opened his mouth: "Well I'm Angelo. And sweet dreams."

With that, a punch landed in Jamono's stomach and his vision blackened.