Ugh. Time and time again.
"Alana.. that was hilarious!"
"You cant even keep your face still for a few minutes. No fair, that's cheating. You agreed to help me with 'this' so keep your word you dummy!" she cried as she landed a fist to my chest.
We made a deal sometime ago, that I would help out with her research and homework, and she would cover for me, and the boys grade. Nothing was getting through to their thick skulls, going around fighting like their lives depended on it.
The deal was clear. One of us missed an assignment, she covered. She needed a test subject, I covered. Or so I thought. Little by little, I became her personal toy, doing what she asked whenever she asked. Did I like her? Depends on how you ask me. Out loud-I hate that skunk. Self thought-Maybe.
"What are you testing today?" I asked eagerly, the playful side easing off.
"Cant explain now, practice is almost over. You may have to keep on guard for this one. See me by midnight, where we normally meet" she said, getting up.
She couldn't spend as much time with me, because, we're in the male dorm. Academy personal guidelines prevent mixing of the sexes for 'completion of unyielding focus'. Whatever that means.
Soon enough, all the guys came back from practice. We never had anyone approach us, so it was calm. They entered their usual routine of deep gist, then a nice bath in the public tub back out.
Then, as real men, late night betting fights.
They would stockpile in groups, trooping into our specific dorm to exchange blows. Sometimes it would be a one on one, group fights, or straight up brawls. One on one's were arranged based on mutual acceptance, or altercations between cadets.
Didn't matter for me though, I was already out of the dorm. I snuck my way into the bushes a far way from dorm rooms. In the bushes, there was a shed. I knocked. A voice answered me.
"Whos there?!" I heard.
"Open, Alana" I returned.
The old wooden door opened to reveal a poorly dressed Alana. My lips curled wickedly.
"I was told you have theory, not desire" I scoffed as I made my way in.
"Dont push it" she breathed as she sat down.
"Le me fill you in. I'm doing a test for reflux. Yes, it can cause QI death, so better be prepared. I'll need you to lie on the table over there, and take off unnecessary clothing."
She opened a box full of medicinal tools, its contents gleaming under the soft light. Big needles lay nestled among smaller instruments, each one sharp and intimidating. I turned my gaze away and laid back on the table, feeling exposed with only a cloth wrapped around my waist. The air was thick with anticipation as she approached, her demeanor calm and focused.
With great precision, she dug the needles into my flesh, blocking off critical QI points. Each insertion sent a jolt through my body like a current being redirected.
"Alright. You wont feel much pain, but I advise you bite on this."
She handed me a towel. I took it into my mouth immediately. I bet this shady old place wouldn't be so well hidden if every now and then someone hears screaming and yelling.
She took her finger and lightly touched my chest, sending waves of energy through my body. There was no pain, until it reached my heart. Normally I would scream, but I couldn't. I tried circulating energy to kickstart my heart, but she stopped it. All I saw as I passed was a grin.