family we have yet to meet [seren]

Guh. Damn. Shit. Ugh.

Clara's mind stirred furiously as she stood in the shower. The water cascaded over her body, her head, her face. Her head rested on the wall, her fingers tracing over droplets of water. She had told Jared she would hang out with him, and yet she wish she hadn't.

She didn't want to get close to him. She didn't want to have anything to do with him. Bad things always came with getting close to people. This guy was so happy all the time; there was no way she would be able to stand it. He was so...so... ugh. So happy!

Turning the shower off, she wrapped her towel around her body, squeezing her hair out. Clara didn't bother to blow-dry her hair; it would dry curly if she let it go. Instead, she brushed out her thick bangs and let them dry straight.

Taking a look in the mirror, she wondered if she should even bother putting make up on. Clara sighed. Of course she should. She'd never leave the house without make up. Just because she wasn't too excited about meeting up with this boy didn't mean she was going to shirk on her make up. It always gave her a reason to glare at the creepy old men who stared at her...

Emerging from her room with her signature black eyeliner, a baggy white shirt and a pair of faded denim shorts. Her wrists were the home of at least 10 different bracelets, and her shoe of choice were her black converse. Clara ran a hand through her hair, sighed, and began walking to the front of the school. She kept thinking of a way to get out of this; she could always falll down the stairs, but that may be a little too obvious... Then again, she was meeting Jared. He didn't seem like a very smart guy...

She wasn't worried about looking good for him; she wasn't worried about looking good for anyone. What was the point? There wasn't one. Good things always came to an end.

Clara walked tot he front steps of the school, waiting for Jared. On top of her head were sunglasses, just in case it got too sunny for her to handle. There was nothing exciting about today.

Jared was excited, very excited. He was sure that if he dressed up in anything more than just casual clothes, Clara would have given him a funny look. Instead - he had taken off his unusual colorful jacket and in place wore just a normal loose button up white t-shirt along with pale blue jeans that seem to fit nicely with his fair hair and equally light colored eyes.

The only thing that stuck out about him today, was the ever so common belt that he wore on his hips - the one thing that would never ever change with his so called "style." And as he walked up to the front of the school, Jared whistled out a tune - quite satisfied with himself until out of no where a ball of metal flew at him. Within milliseconds Jared picked up on the object flying at him and the young man stopped and leaned to the side - facing the area that the object had flown from. As the ball flew past him, there was an angry yell - and Jared stood there for a moment - looking like the complete idiot he almost always came off to be.

"Argh! I hate you!" there was a yell from the shadows and out came a young man that looked like Jared was supposed to look - seeing as how both of them were nineteen years old. Raising his eyebrows in surprise at this statement, Jared still remained rooted in his spot. "You hate me? Why would you hate me?"

Then all of a sudden he remembered the young man's face, and how he had made the young man pass out when he himself had been about to injure more people than just himself. "How could you do that to me?" the young man then bellowed "I had almost reached a point... a discovery point... and then you came along!" Without waiting for a response the young man collected tons of metal in his hands - the objects them selves seeming to fly towards the angry boy with extreme control. Jared was just about to speak when all of sudden the sharp edged pieces of metal flew toward him and Jared quickly ducked out of the way - his reflexes seeming quite strange as opposed to how he was acting just a few minutes earlier.

"Why are you trying to fight me?" Jared tried to reason with the young boy - knowing full well that it wouldn't work. He had been in thousands of these situations before back when he lived with his sister up in New York - of course some of them were with people with powers - and others well... it was just with people and their weapons.

"Because you're so fucking happy all the time," the young man yelled at him "No one is allowed to be that god damn happy." In a rush of anger, more sharp edged pieces of metal flew at Jared - and he dodged all of them - except for one as the piece of metal lodged itself quite comfortably into Jared's forearm. Looking at the piece of metal and back up at the angry young man, Jared shook his head with a long sigh. "You shouldn't have done that," he mumbled - the potion master seeming strangely unaffected by the four inch long piece of metal lodged in his arm. After all, the young man had his head bashed in before, both of his arms broken at the same time, his nose broken, more than just metal lodged in him, among other injuries - having just one small piece of metal in his arm wasn't that big of a deal for Jared anymore.

As another wave of metal pieces flew at him, this time quite a few more - while dodging them Jared took out three things. Two plants intertwined together, a small bottle full of clear thick liquid and another bottle with the same clear thick liquid - this time with three orange flower petals floating around in the liquid seeming completely unaffected by the liquid itself.

Another wave of metal objects flew towards him and Jared took this moment to get closer to the assailant. The way he moved was a sight to be seen - considering how lanky and just how long the man was in general. He used his height to his advantage, angling himself in certain manners that made him seem unusually limber. At one point as three pieces of metal flew at him at once, the young man ducked - this time only about half a foot away from angry boy. As Jared was kneeling, he popped open the bottle without any flower petals in it and as it was safe - the young man popped up with deathly quick reflexes and grabbed the angry boy by his jaw.

Forcing his jaw up, Jared poured the liquid down the boys throat. At first the young man gurgled - but refusing the liquid was inevitable and within moments it was all in the angry boy's body. The next few moments the boy's body spasmed, and then all of a sudden he collapsed. Jared watched as this happen - not even a flicker of remorse written on his face. It was unusual for the normally kind and innocent young man, to look upon this human being who had attacked him with no sense of regret. As the angry boy foamed at the mouth, Jared bent down and looked the boy in the eye.

"I don't appreciate getting hurt," he said to the boy slowly showing him his arm which was by this time beginning to seriously bleed. Another second passed as Jared opened up his bottle with the flower petals in it - carefully he reached into the bottle and pulled out two of the petals.

Staring at them, he looked to the boy and then back at the petals. "Did you know?" he said to him quietly "That an eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind?" as he said those words - Jared leaned over slightly and placed both the petals upon the paralyzed boys eyes and as he did this the flower petals quickly clung to the boys eyes and within a minute sunk into his eyes. As this happened, silent tears formed by the paralyzed boys eyes and Jared sighed heavily - looking at the plant then back at the now blinded boy.

Jared realized that this probably wasn't the best way to go about things, but he wasn't very happy about getting attacked. Silently, he laid the intertwined plants on the boys chest. "If you're smart enough, you'll figure out that's the antidote," he said to him before standing up and walking away.

It was too much against his nature to permanently injure someone, he just couldn't find it in his heart to do it. Of course, he could torture someone - which seemed unusual but it was what had developed from him being attacked so many times.

Sighing once again, Jared looked down at the metal lodged in his arm before looking up - horror crawling over his face as he realized that Clara was off in the distance - a free audience member for what had all just happened.

Clara sighed, ran her hand through her hair and sat down on the stoop of the school. Where was he? Had he stood her up...? No, no, there was no way it was possible. But... maybe... Hmm.

Opening her mind, she could feel his presence close by. She couldn't see him though, so where could he be? Standing up, she hopped on the first step, craned her neck and saw him with some other guy? Weird. Then again, they were talking about Jared, so who knows. She didn't catch a word of their conversation, but she watched the whole thing.

At first, she had wanted to go run and help him; the more she watched, the more she realizeed he didn't need her help. Still, she began walking over, figuring it would all be over by the time she reached him.

Clara saw him turn toward her and stopped where she was, only a few feet away from him. "What'd you do to him?"

"What'd you do to him?"

Jared watched Clara carefully, not exactly willing to open to her about what exactly he had done. Torture him, he thought to himself regretfully but then caught himself before he thought about anything - realizing that she probably caught what he had thought anyways.

"I paralyzed and blinded him," he said to her in the most honest way he could think possible. He figured that was for the best anyways, and this way she would know more side to him than just one. His tone was more-so saying "please-don't-judge-me," then it did of "i'm-ashamed-of-what-I-did." He regretted it, but he wasn't necessarily ashamed of it - he had done worse to people who had done worse to him. The way he looked at it, Jared wouldn't attack someone unless they had made an injury upon him. Otherwise, he figured if he would dodge enough attacks that the said person would get tired of him.

Sighing he looked at Clara and then back down at the metal in his arm. It was going to sting a little bit to pull the metal out, but he knew he'd be able to do it since so much of it was sticking out anyways. "Could you hold on? I have to pull this out," he said to Clara anxiously.

Returning his attention back to the metal, with a deep breath - Jared grabbed a hold of the metal and yanked it out quickly. The action causing a lot of blood to come with it. Holding his arm out - Jared dug into one of the pockets in his belt - pulling out a potion bottle with a pale red liquid in it. Quietly he poured the liquid onto the wound and over all the areas on his arm that had gotten blood on it. Within moments the wound started to close up and the pale red liquid ate up all his blood and eventually sank into the pores of his skin - leaving him with just a fresh scar.

Looking back at Clara as he placed the empty potion bottle in his belt, he then nodded. "Are you ready to get out of here?" he asked her - acting as if nothing had just happened. It was easier for him to just ignore things sometimes, the young man finding truth in the saying ignorance is bliss.

The color in Clara's face drained completely. The fact that there was somebody who could do that, just from a little bottle, frightened her. It wasn't a feeling other people normally gave her.

"Why? What did he do?" she asked. Her eyes flitted down to the boy, scowling at him. This stupid little prick... he had to have done something for Jared to do this to him. Jared was always so happy; what could have happened?

Cringing at the metal, Clara put a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes. Just because she was used to things like this didn't mean she was overjoyed with seeing it. Watching other peopel suffer, in more than one way, made her feel horrible. There was a lot of things Clara had done in her life; she didn't like being reminded of them.

Her fingers touched his scar, her eyes finding his face. "Are you okay..?"