Devil's Downfall

William awoke, the dream still haunts his sleep. He doesn't know when or if it will end. But everytime he shuts his eyes he's filled with uncontrolled fear. The woman who shall not be named, shows herself more and more, and in that aspect took over his life as whole. In class, eating, or even training, all he can do is daydream about a woman he never met, and a face he has never even seen. His awakening, to him at least, was a curse. An unwanted, unneeded, hated curse. William bit his lip finally sitting up. Lance was long gone, in his place is a missy room. William sighed standing to his feet. He needed to get to class. With annoyed grace he left his room entering the long hall. A door creaked open behind him. 

"Hey William." A hand rested on his shoulder. 

William shrugged it off. "Alexander?"

"I hope you don't mind me tagging along." Alexander said with a straight face. 

"I couldn't care less."

The two of them exited the building trudging their way to the fighting hall. They both entered dojo three, all heads turned to stare. Alexander broke away finding his friend group. William however found his spot in the corner where no one would notice. Even now he sees her opening those doors, that youthful grace, the stunning motion, her gorgeous frame. He felt like a creep, like someone who's better off neutered. What scares him is he thought of it, many times. There was a hope that it could cure his suffering. Yet ironically he never had the balls to do it. William knew it wouldn't have helped, but it was the only solution he could think of. 

The door swiftly opened and Leo walked in.

"Good morning." He stood in the center of the room. "Today I shall do my best to discuss the limitations in your styles. Sense for somereasen Zengo said practice is not training, and my job is to be a Teacher." Leo grumbled. The group looked on with confusion. "Han Senator please come up."

 A kid with nice skin and gray silky hair stood before him. "Yes sir." Han was a strange kid, who is good with the ladies despite his average looks. Calling him a skilled martial artist is exaggerating, but his family's technique is not something to laugh at. 

"This may come off as mean. You have great potential, and yet how do I phrase this?." 

Han looked at him as if he was speaking some forbidden spell. "I… understand." He coughs out. 

The class continued with for the most part minor advice, but for some they took it to heart. Still a lot of them are recovering emotionally from the incident. 

William left the room with broad steps, his next destination was the training hall. When he arrived there were very few students there, most choosing an elective for this period, but William liked the time to cool off after his first class. Which has been, up to this point, a bunch of practice matches. For twenty minutes he warmed up with the weights, then he moved on to the training dummy, finally he did a little bit of cardio before he had to head to lunch. Exiting the training hall he must leave the building to arrive at the lunchroom. With a sigh he entered, and an obnoxious face waved him over. 

"William!" John shouts. 

William begrudgingly takes his seat next to him. "What's up?" William asked with a mellow tone.

John grinned.