Why I Live Today: Chapter 5

I nervously ran my finger down an oak tree. "This is scary," I said, the beams of light slamming against my face. "I can't do anything during the day. And that girl, her name..."
"Tyrania Lasianojje," Alek muttered. (Pronounced Tie-rain-ee-ah Lass-I-Oh-no-hah) "Light Water Angel. She.... was kind of hot, to admit anything."
Zack grabbed my arm. "There she is."
She was wearing a white babydoll dress, white slip-ons, and white gloves. She had very, very, very long rose-red hair in a triple braid. (To those who don't know what that is, good for you. Neither did I two seconds ago. It can only be used for incredibly long hair, not even mine [which is saying a lot since I have really long hair] It's three braids braided together. Overkill, if anything.) Roses were done into her rose-red braid, (gah, so many roses), and she had sparkling green eyes as bright as cut and polished emeralds. She had fair-ish skin, and long, mascara-covered eyelashes.
Alek stood up and ran his fingers through his golden hair. "That's it, I'm going to talk to her."
We followed him quietly, hiding behind slabs of rock Zack brought up from the ground.
Alek fingered his rapier. "Hey."
Tyrania whipped her head around. "You!" She brought out a rapier- identical to Alek's, but shining gold instead of dark silver.
Alek unbuckled the scabbard-holder and let it fall to the ground. "Truce."'
Tyrania gingerly tucked her rapier into its scabbard, and stuck out her perfect, elegant hand. "Shake or swear?"
"I've always thought shakes were so overrated," He chuckled, trying to make her laugh.
The straight, undaunted look remained on her face. But then, the corners started to turn up. Soon, she was giggling uncontrollably. "So, what's your name, anyway?" She asked, after she stopped laughing.
"Oh. Alek."
She raised an eyebrow. "Just... Alek? Ok, Alek. My name's Tyrania. Call me Tyran."
"Sure then. It's Tyran. My full name is actually Aleksander Spencer Medaron, I prefer just.... 'Alek'."
"My full name is Tyrania Rathria Lasianojje. Tyran Rath Lass. Those are both my names."
"Aw, I think the first is cute, just like you."
She turned as red as her hair. "That's just too untrue for me to accept. But thanks, Alek. Anyway, what's your monster."
He looked at us. I nodded solemnly. "Dark Fire Angel."
"Oh, my god. I'm sorry, Alek. But I can't befriend you."
"WHY NOT?" Alek yelled. "I'm an angel, sure! But I think you are so, so amazing! I need to befriend you."
A meteor came shooting out of the sky. Wait, not a meteor... a metal package. It slammed into Zack's leg, blasting him back. "That hurt just a little," He groaned, rubbing his sore, bleeding leg. "Just open that weird package."
Reluctantly, I walked over to the package and managed to wrench off the metal lid that was bolted down onto the carrier. Inside... a note.
Watch this video, it said. I looked underneath. It was.... a mini TV! Oh, the nerve of that Arian Hawk! I pressed the turn on button, and a video started to play. It wasn't Arian. It was Angela.
Hey, guys. How's it going, huh?
I seriously apologize for Arian. He's a jerk. Anyway, if this crashed into one of you, there's some wrap and medicine under this TV. This TV is also a heater, a beacon, a bomb (I advise you don't do that) and a GPS. This isn't favoritism, you won the contest. Another group could have easily one.
Signing out. Oh, and Diamond, I think only you should listen to this part.
Airo Yamaken has his eye on you.
We were all quiet.
Then Zack said, "Who's Airo Yamaken?"
"Wasn't he that guy all the girls were swarming? That black-haired one with the flirty smile?" Alek wondered aloud.
Then I remembered. He was the well-built tan one with jet-black hair and bright blue eyes. The sky angel.
"He was an idiot." Zack said, without looking up from his bandages. 
"I thought so too, the sky dude... we're both angels, what's the diff? Dude, hey, what's that?"
Alek pointed to the TV. It was blinking, with a green button on the screen.
I pressed the button lightly, and another video started playing.
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"You think I'm kidding, don't you? Listen, Sir, you'd better back off. Don't ever come back. If you do, I won't hesitate to rip out your heart." Snarled a boy with silvery-brown hair. His eyes shone copper, silver, and blue all at once.
I recognized him. The insecure, defensive tone. The silver tint all over him. It was Arian as a kid. "Guys, that's the head, Arian Hawk."
He stood in front of a tall man with long, curly brown hair and bright, eerie eyes. He had a confusingly terrifying look on his face and looked both scared and evil.
"I will never back off. Never. Arian, when you first stepped in that door-" He had an oddly bright singsong voice that echoed with madness.
Arian gripped a blue crystal sword in his hand that radiated both black and white light. "Do you think I care about when I 'first stepped into that door'? You're insane. The only thing I care about are the students of this school. I don't exactly mind if I have to tear your body to shreds and eat your bones. I will if I have to."
"You say I'm crazy?" The man burst out laughing, orange tears spurting out of his eyes. "Fight me, Hawk. Fight me like your father fought me."
Arian's grip tightened. Silver tears caught in his long eyelashes. "If that's how you'll play, I'll fight. But first..." He walked up to the man and looked him straight in the eye. "Let me answer that riddle."
"Please."
"The only thing that can stain a tanzanite rose... is blood." He thrust his sword into the man's stomach, driving it up and down and wrenching it in circles. His hands, arms, legs, feet, and face were completely covered in his blood.
The man grinned for a last time. "Wrong."
"Wh- why aren't you dead? How am I wrong?!?!"
He grinned more. "Guess you weren't ready, boy. You'll never be ready. The only thing that can stain a tanzanite rose is-" His head fell into the pool of blood.
Arian dropped the blue jewel rose into the pool of blood.
The tanzanite gem sat in the red liquid.
It was crisp, clean, and shining like a fresh gold nugget.