standsonhigh | High school AU open post

Weirdly, what annoyed the Master the most was how poorly his button had been done up, they were out of order and he didn't like how they looked, even if they were mostly a blur. He stared Barty and his hand for a moment before a rather unsettling laugh burst out of him, making his jaw hurt horribly. "How do you even have six fingers? That makes no sense."

Rolling over onto his stomach, he hunched himself up and retched onto the floor, arms wrapped around the ribs that still ached horribly. Nothing came out because, thankfully, he hadn't eaten yet today. He just felt dizzy, way too dizzy. It wasn't normal to feel this dizzy.

"No nurse, they'll know and they'll tell. This is our secret," Koschei insisted as he took several deep breathes before forcing himself onto his feet. He lasted nearly a few moments before he tumbled down completely. A valiant effort but he just couldn't keep himself up today. Nor could he really keep his eyes open either.

"You're going to let them almost kill you, just like that?" Barty stared at him, then reached over to pull him up. "Come on then. To your room, while everyone's at dinner."

He waved to Theta. "Give me a hand?"

Theta walked over, while even the last of the other boys got lost. "Koschei? Koschei, are you..." He frowned, carefully, tenderly touching his friend's face. "You need a doctor."

"Too bad. All he has is us. Can you walk?"

"I don't always wear teletubby boxers," Koschei said almost instantly, seeming unable to process anything that made sense right now. He just wanted to explain his embarrassment so Theta understood. And didn't laugh at him later. Though the words were hard to understand, they came out with a mumble and a mouth full of blood. His lip had been rather harshly busted. "And it's not that small, it's just so cold."

Not sure if he could actually walk, the Master made a noble effort to move, not quite able to see and his legs not really working. They just sort of dangled awkwardly, unable to work properly.

This wasn't how be pictured his day turning out.

"Are we there yet?" he asked, desperate to stop and lie down. He didn't think he could go much further. And he'd barely gotten off the field as it was! Oh, this was it, the finale straw. He was going to put an end to this, he was going to kill them all. It's all he wanted any more.

"Go hold the door open. I'm going to try carrying him some."

Theta hesitated at first, but then he did walk ahead the few steps, after making sure that Koschei wasn't falling over. Barty held him in both arms now, thanking the heavens for the growth spurt he had hit earlier this year, finally, and the fact that apparently Koschei was still waiting on his.

"They're stylish. The boxers. And, hey, under the circumstances it wasn't small at all." He could throw him a bone, couldn't he? Especially since he doubted Koschei was even really listening.

He managed to lift him, carefully, although he had his doubts over how far he could take him.

"Don't pass out, Koschei. You have to stay with me, I'm not sure how bad your head was hit. Concussion, definitely."

By the time they reached the door, Theta had somehow managed to organize a wheelbarrow. Strange, but, well. It'd do. Together they managed to get Koschei inside.

"Watch his face. Don't let him close his eyes for long."

Well, this was a weird day. He'd been beaten, stripped, embarrassed and push around in a wheelbarrow. Surely he got some sort of reward for weirdest life experience ever? Still, he tried to what Barty said and keep himself awake, not wanting to fall asleep and end up in a coma or something.

He had far too much homework for that. And besides, he had to start formulating a plan. this was the last straw, he couldn't live like this any more. Afraid, nervous and hurting. He felt revolting, being so much less than everyone else.

Koschei had to show them he was worth more. He wanted to see them all writhe at his feet. They'd pay for hurting Theta.

"I don't really want to stay away," Koschei admitted, raising one very unsteady hand to rub at his face. It really hurt to touch it but he was trying to get a good feeling of how damaged it was. Who seriously beat up a guy tied to a goal post? That was way over the line. "My ears are ringing."

It was nice, they accompanied the drums quite well. Like some sort of horrible song.

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