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In comparison to the events earlier that day, the two periods that followed were quite monotonous. Relief welled inside Sam when she heard the bell for lunch - the signal ending her torturous classes stuck beside the mute. Eager to be outside and away from Thanatos, Sam quickly gathered her things and bolted for the door, scanning the crowds for her Scottish companion. She didn’t have to wait very long.
“Hallo!” the Scot exclaimed, jumping infront of Sam from behind. Despite having been searching for this particular person, Sam was still startled, a reaction which caused Jeannie to immediately apologise profusely. On their way to their spot under the tree, they discussed their previous classes; Sam explained that during her previous English class, she spent the majority of the lesson trying to ignore ‘the c-creepy g-guy’. Jeannie was unimpressed.
“Really? ‘im again? Do ye have ANY class tha’s wi’out ‘im?” the Scot shook her head, bewildered.
“I-i hope so…” If Sam was going to say anything else, she never got the chance for she was quickly bowled over by a blur on wheels. Jeannie quickly turned on the force, seething; her freckles dissolving into the red-hot anger that rouged her normally pale face.
“WATCH WHERE YE GOING!” She stomped her way over to the cause of the trouble – a reasonably buff, fair-skinned boy with scruffy, dirt-blonde hair who had face-palmed a tree, his skateboard lying upturned beside him, its wheels still spinning. At the sight of his unfortunate predicament, Jeannie began to hop from foot to foot in a mocking dance while shooting fingers towards him, yelling, “THA’S WHUT YE GET!” repeatedly. The boy eventually looked up at the commotion going on above him, his eyes blurring in and out of focus. When he tried to stand, he found himself swaying uncontrollably and resorted to remaining on the ground until things settled. He clutched his head gingerly and muttered, “Ooh… I don’t feel so good, that I don’t.”
Jeannie, misinterpreting the boy’s unusual speaking pattern, proceeded to scream at him, “THA’ CHE DINNAE WHUT?! JUS’ ‘CAUSE YER ON ONE O’ DEM FAN-DANGLY BOARDS, NAE FO’ ONCE TINK THA’ CHE OWN THE DAMN PLACE! YE NEARLY TOOK OUT MA FRIEND ‘ERE!” Her tone immediately changed to that of motherly fondness as her concern focused on the form of Sam lying winded on the turf, “Are ye alright, lamb? Did ‘e hurt ye?”
The boy, realising that he was being told off, immediately began to defend himself – even though he was at fault, “Now wait just a minute here if you please; it wasn’t even my board to begin with, that it is not.”
Upon hearing this new piece of information, Jeannie turned on him with her arms folded tightly across her chest and asked, noticeably calmer, “Alright, whut iz it?”

The boy turned to look behind himself and scanned the crowd that had gathered to watch. He eventually pointed the finger of blame on another boy who immediately blushed with guilt (as he had pushed the boy) and proceeded to back off slowly before taking off. Jeannie glared at the kid with the fires of Hell in her eyes and began to sprint at him at a million miles an hour, yelling at the top of her lungs, “GET BACK 'ERE!!!!YER GONNA PAY!!!!” However, her pursuit was short-lived. Thanatos, who had been walking past the scene, decided that shooting an arm out was the perfect way to stop Jeannie in her tracks – which it did, but at the cost of almost decapitating her and leaving her winded from the blow.
Enraged, Jeannie wheezed between heavy breaths, “Whut… wuz tha’… aboot?!”
The boy quickly intervened, trying to prevent any other acts of violence between the two, “Whoa dude! That’s a little overkill, that it is.” He carefully walked over to Jeannie, “Are you alright?”
“Ah wud be if this DIMWIT had nae nearly KILL’D me!” she retorted, glaring at Thanatos who simply shrugged.
An awkward silence descended on the three as Jeannie expectantly waited for an apology from her attempted executioner – but none came. Instead, Thanatos ignored them, more concerned for the girl who’s wellbeing had been ignored amongst the commotion. Sam, her breath returned, looked up nervously at the boy who scared her so much, “W-what d-do you want?”
Thanatos quietly extended a helping hand to her feet, which she gingerly accepted. He then motioned to Jeannie to come over and be with her friend. Jeannie was hasty to comprehend and bounded up to Sam, as if all the previous events which had made her turn into an ogre had never happened and thanked Thanatos – sort of.
“Thanks… Ah guess…” she said before muttering under her breath away from him, “ye wee turd.”

Being the silent knight that he was, Thanatos simply began walking off again as he normally did. He had no connections to these people, or anyone for that matter, so his presence was no longer required. ‘Remaining here would only be embarrassing for these people’ he thought. But he was internally shocked (he would never dare express his emotions) to hear the boy call out to him, “And where are you going?”
Thanatos pointed off into the distance – nowhere in particular, just somewhere away from these people (the fiery red-head in particular).
“Are you some kind of mute?”
Thanatos just glared at the boy, to which he uttered, “Fine…”
Jeannie, suddenly the peacemaker, stood between the two boys, “Alright ye two, why dinnae we all jus’ eat nice an’ calmly?”
Their staring competition interrupted, the boy averted his gaze and agreed. Jeannie, her bubbly self fully returned, grabbed Sam and once more, bounded off towards their spot with Sam trailing behind her. A silent agreement of a truce came between the two guys, amplified by the boy introducing himself as Bucephalis, or just ‘Buce’.

By the time the boys had followed the trial of dust clouds to the tree on the knoll, Jeannie was already tucking into a Scotch Egg while Sam had already recovered from her unusual journey. They ate in silence. Silence was something that Jeannie could never handle. To her, noise was the sound of joyous frivolities, of people bonding and having a good time – she needed noise, and desperately.
“Someboday say some’tin!”
“Potato.”
Jeannie turned a raised eyebrow at Buce, the commenter and sighed, “Well, it’s a start.”
“That it is.”
“So…” Jeannie began, scanning the group for conversation ideas. She eventually decided to pick on the ‘newest member’ who actually joined in when it came to discussions, “Whut do ye do?”
“I usually play soccer at lunch, that I do. Any you?”
“Ah’m a transfer student, so Ah’ve neva ‘ad the time tae try any’tin.” She smiled, “It’s ma first day.”
“No wonder I hadn’t seen you before,” he pointed to Sam, “You too?”
Sam nodded. With the conversation going as it was between two people who were sitting either side of him, Thanatos followed the discussion as if it was a tennis match; Jeannie and Buce smacking the verbal ball at one another. Jeannie then directed her attention to the mute.
“And whut aboot ye? Ah’ve neva heard ye say a word. Why’s tha’?” She was looking fairly concerned. But no matter how much attention he got, the morbid boy in question just sat in silence and ate his lunch.
“He’s ever the silent type,” Buce commented.
“Do ye ken why?”
“Maybe he swore an oath of silence? Or got his throat damaged by something…” Buce stopped for a moment, deep in concentration, when an idea struck him, “… maybe he’s trying to be as silent as Death!!” He mustered as evil a laugh as he could, petting an invisible cat.
Suddenly, a husky yet smooth voice erupted from underneath the hoodie that was Thanatos, “Why do you people think this?!” As abruptly as it occurred, it disappeared just as quickly. Jeannie, Buce and Sam all turned to Thanatos, bewildered.
Buce was so shocked that he fell over backwards, “Holy smokes, Dude!”
Jeannie was thrilled, “Ye can talk! It’s a miracle!” But Jeannie didn’t know how wrong she was.

They had all failed to notice that Thanatos was tightly hugging himself in a foetal position, shaking violently.
“Clearly he didn’t swear an oath, that he did not.”
“Go away! I can’t help you! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Thanatos leapt from his quaking state, covering his ears and sprinted away from the group. Fear crept into Jeannie’s heart as Buce rolled about in hysteria.
She turned to Sam who looked as worried as she did, “Whut wuz tha’ all aboot?”
Buce recovered from his fit and shrugged, apparently not caring in the slightest, “No idea.”

Description
In comparison to the events earlier that day, the two periods that followed were quite monotonous. Relief welled inside Sam when she heard the bell for lunch - the signal ending her torturous classes stuck beside the mute. Eager to be outside and away from Thanatos, Sam quickly gathered her things and bolted for the door, scanning the crowds for her Scottish companion. She didn’t have to wait very long.
“Hallo!” the Scot exclaimed, jumping infront of Sam from behind. Despite having been searching for this particular person, Sam was still startled, a reaction which caused Jeannie to immediately apologise profusely. On their way to their spot under the tree, they discussed their previous classes; Sam explained that during her previous English class, she spent the majority of the lesson trying to ignore ‘the c-creepy g-guy’. Jeannie was unimpressed.
“Really? ‘im again? Do ye have ANY class tha’s wi’out ‘im?” the Scot shook her head, bewildered.
“I-i hope so…” If Sam was going to say anything else, she never got the chance for she was quickly bowled over by a blur on wheels. Jeannie quickly turned on the force, seething; her freckles dissolving into the red-hot anger that rouged her normally pale face.
“WATCH WHERE YE GOING!” She stomped her way over to the cause of the trouble – a reasonably buff, fair-skinned boy with scruffy, dirt-blonde hair who had face-palmed a tree, his skateboard lying upturned beside him, its wheels still spinning. At the sight of his unfortunate predicament, Jeannie began to hop from foot to foot in a mocking dance while shooting fingers towards him, yelling, “THA’S WHUT YE GET!” repeatedly. The boy eventually looked up at the commotion going on above him, his eyes blurring in and out of focus. When he tried to stand, he found himself swaying uncontrollably and resorted to remaining on the ground until things settled. He clutched his head gingerly and muttered, “Ooh… I don’t feel so good, that I don’t.”
Jeannie, misinterpreting the boy’s unusual speaking pattern, proceeded to scream at him, “THA’ CHE DINNAE WHUT?! JUS’ ‘CAUSE YER ON ONE O’ DEM FAN-DANGLY BOARDS, NAE FO’ ONCE TINK THA’ CHE OWN THE DAMN PLACE! YE NEARLY TOOK OUT MA FRIEND ‘ERE!” Her tone immediately changed to that of motherly fondness as her concern focused on the form of Sam lying winded on the turf, “Are ye alright, lamb? Did ‘e hurt ye?”
The boy, realising that he was being told off, immediately began to defend himself – even though he was at fault, “Now wait just a minute here if you please; it wasn’t even my board to begin with, that it is not.”
Upon hearing this new piece of information, Jeannie turned on him with her arms folded tightly across her chest and asked, noticeably calmer, “Alright, whut iz it?”

The boy turned to look behind himself and scanned the crowd that had gathered to watch. He eventually pointed the finger of blame on another boy who immediately blushed with guilt (as he had pushed the boy) and proceeded to back off slowly before taking off. Jeannie glared at the kid with the fires of Hell in her eyes and began to sprint at him at a million miles an hour, yelling at the top of her lungs, “GET BACK 'ERE!!!!YER GONNA PAY!!!!” However, her pursuit was short-lived. Thanatos, who had been walking past the scene, decided that shooting an arm out was the perfect way to stop Jeannie in her tracks – which it did, but at the cost of almost decapitating her and leaving her winded from the blow.
Enraged, Jeannie wheezed between heavy breaths, “Whut… wuz tha’… aboot?!”
The boy quickly intervened, trying to prevent any other acts of violence between the two, “Whoa dude! That’s a little overkill, that it is.” He carefully walked over to Jeannie, “Are you alright?”
“Ah wud be if this DIMWIT had nae nearly KILL’D me!” she retorted, glaring at Thanatos who simply shrugged.
An awkward silence descended on the three as Jeannie expectantly waited for an apology from her attempted executioner – but none came. Instead, Thanatos ignored them, more concerned for the girl who’s wellbeing had been ignored amongst the commotion. Sam, her breath returned, looked up nervously at the boy who scared her so much, “W-what d-do you want?”
Thanatos quietly extended a helping hand to her feet, which she gingerly accepted. He then motioned to Jeannie to come over and be with her friend. Jeannie was hasty to comprehend and bounded up to Sam, as if all the previous events which had made her turn into an ogre had never happened and thanked Thanatos – sort of.
“Thanks… Ah guess…” she said before muttering under her breath away from him, “ye wee turd.”

Being the silent knight that he was, Thanatos simply began walking off again as he normally did. He had no connections to these people, or anyone for that matter, so his presence was no longer required. ‘Remaining here would only be embarrassing for these people’ he thought. But he was internally shocked (he would never dare express his emotions) to hear the boy call out to him, “And where are you going?”
Thanatos pointed off into the distance – nowhere in particular, just somewhere away from these people (the fiery red-head in particular).
“Are you some kind of mute?”
Thanatos just glared at the boy, to which he uttered, “Fine…”
Jeannie, suddenly the peacemaker, stood between the two boys, “Alright ye two, why dinnae we all jus’ eat nice an’ calmly?”
Their staring competition interrupted, the boy averted his gaze and agreed. Jeannie, her bubbly self fully returned, grabbed Sam and once more, bounded off towards their spot with Sam trailing behind her. A silent agreement of a truce came between the two guys, amplified by the boy introducing himself as Bucephalis, or just ‘Buce’.

By the time the boys had followed the trial of dust clouds to the tree on the knoll, Jeannie was already tucking into a Scotch Egg while Sam had already recovered from her unusual journey. They ate in silence. Silence was something that Jeannie could never handle. To her, noise was the sound of joyous frivolities, of people bonding and having a good time – she needed noise, and desperately.
“Someboday say some’tin!”
“Potato.”
Jeannie turned a raised eyebrow at Buce, the commenter and sighed, “Well, it’s a start.”
“That it is.”
“So…” Jeannie began, scanning the group for conversation ideas. She eventually decided to pick on the ‘newest member’ who actually joined in when it came to discussions, “Whut do ye do?”
“I usually play soccer at lunch, that I do. Any you?”
“Ah’m a transfer student, so Ah’ve neva ‘ad the time tae try any’tin.” She smiled, “It’s ma first day.”
“No wonder I hadn’t seen you before,” he pointed to Sam, “You too?”
Sam nodded. With the conversation going as it was between two people who were sitting either side of him, Thanatos followed the discussion as if it was a tennis match; Jeannie and Buce smacking the verbal ball at one another. Jeannie then directed her attention to the mute.
“And whut aboot ye? Ah’ve neva heard ye say a word. Why’s tha’?” She was looking fairly concerned. But no matter how much attention he got, the morbid boy in question just sat in silence and ate his lunch.
“He’s ever the silent type,” Buce commented.
“Do ye ken why?”
“Maybe he swore an oath of silence? Or got his throat damaged by something…” Buce stopped for a moment, deep in concentration, when an idea struck him, “… maybe he’s trying to be as silent as Death!!” He mustered as evil a laugh as he could, petting an invisible cat.
Suddenly, a husky yet smooth voice erupted from underneath the hoodie that was Thanatos, “Why do you people think this?!” As abruptly as it occurred, it disappeared just as quickly. Jeannie, Buce and Sam all turned to Thanatos, bewildered.
Buce was so shocked that he fell over backwards, “Holy smokes, Dude!”
Jeannie was thrilled, “Ye can talk! It’s a miracle!” But Jeannie didn’t know how wrong she was.

They had all failed to notice that Thanatos was tightly hugging himself in a foetal position, shaking violently.
“Clearly he didn’t swear an oath, that he did not.”
“Go away! I can’t help you! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Thanatos leapt from his quaking state, covering his ears and sprinted away from the group. Fear crept into Jeannie’s heart as Buce rolled about in hysteria.
She turned to Sam who looked as worried as she did, “Whut wuz tha’ all aboot?”
Buce recovered from his fit and shrugged, apparently not caring in the slightest, “No idea.”