months ago, his only wish, his only hope, was to get into his first pick school. graduated summa cum laude, if not valedictorian and go on to become the greatest neurosurgeon the world had ever known. he’d wanted to make something of his life, he wanted to win awards, make breakthroughs that no one had ever anticipated or expected... kevin wanted so much more for his life, but sadly... it seems that god had other plans for him.
now his days were filled with never ending headaches and words that didn’t make a lick of sense to him. images that filled his mind, which frustratingly enough, didn’t have words that accompanied them. worst of all, he was angry. angry at the fact that this was now his life, this was what he was -- meant to do. spend all night and all day cooped up, bent over a tablet that was more than likely created, just to piss him off...
sparingly, he had some reprieve. when one of the young hunters actually pulled him out of the library and forced him to leave the tablet and scribbles that practically flowed through his veins at this point. of the newest “recruits”, kevin had come to find a sort of -- friendship in krissy. though, he didn’t quite understand why she would willingly throw herself into hunting. though, he couldn’t consider himself a hunter, he was basically living a hunter’s lifestyle and even that, was a bit much for him.
he might not leave the library all that often, but these walls still spoke... if you were quiet enough to listen. kevin figured out pretty early that krissy wasn’t all round edges and soft touches, she was like a rough diamond, jagged and edgy, and -- he stops himself there cause next thing he knows, she’s walking into the library. the words are out of his mouth before he could even process them, but now that it’s out there, he’s standing by them. she was just -- so damn confrontational, sometimes, it pissed even him off! and that was a quite a feat, since he was slow to anger.
his words are met with laughter, which only ticks him off even more. if he were in her position, if he were out in the real world, he wouldn’t be throwing punches and stirring up trouble. he’d be taking the time to actually study, take school seriously and forget about all things monster, demons and angels... krissy’s words spark something in him and suddenly he’s on his feet, getting up in her face, because for once, he wasn’t backing down. ❛ and you think taking a punch is a better way to spend your time?! ❜ reaching over, he rips the page away from her, before the water could do any more damage to his translation.
❛ it could be the means we need, to end all of this! ❜ he growls out, furiously cleaning up everything so that she couldn’t wreck any of his progress. his fist hits the table, effectively holding down some of his papers. ❛ why do you insist on pushing everyone? what do you have to prove? ❜ he asks, exasperation rolling off of him in waves. his anger dissipates for the moment, as he flops down in his chair. ❛ ------ you’re wasting your life, ❜ he mumbles, as he stares endlessly at the stack of papers on the table. ❛ you could be so much better than this... and yet, ❜ kevin gestures to the ice pack pressed to her face as he shakes his head. ❛ it’s like you prefer being bloodied and bruised... ❜
