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The ear-splitting shout of gunfire echoed through the room, accompanied by a brief flicker of light and a soon busted doorknob. "Don't be in such a hurry, Court," Ivan hissed with a gun steadily aimed at him, smoke leaking from the end it had just fired out of, eyes narrowed. "We've a lot to discuss."

Ivan tilted his head a little and kept his serious expression on, except for a slight upward twitch of his mouth. "Really? Please tell me what that was before class started then." he almost spat, remembering the man's nearly childish bullying. Such thoughts flooded him with murderous intent and nearly caused him to pull the trigger again, but he restrained himself. He wanted to hear the teacher beg first.
"Did he tell you he loves you?" he finally said, leaning against the back of the desk with the gun still aimed at him.

Narrowing his eyes, Ivan decided that his patience was gone and pulled the trigger. The gun roared out again, and a bullet went right through Leon's knee. "Shut up." he seethed. "Did you tell him that you loved him?"

For a second the scream brought pleasure to the assistant's ears, and in that second he allowed himself a triumphant smile. It all went away, however, once he heard Leon confirm his earlier question. He did? He told Nikolai that he loved him?! His Nikolai?! Clenching his jaw, Ivan fired one more time into Leon's other knee. He had half a mind to fire the rest of the bullets into the disgusting man's body, but he had something better planned. But first....
"Do you think... he loves you?" Ivan finally asked, the hand holding the gun trembling a little from the fear he held for the question's answer. It showed in his eyes as well.

"Don't say that! It's a damn yes or no question!" Ivan yelled and took another step forward, gripping the gun tightly. "Answer me before I send a bullet into your brain! Now!"

Ivan's eyes widened in shock. The look in the teacher's eyes, so determined, so confident. Was it possible that...? Ivan slowly backed away until his back touched the desk again. "No..." he whispered and his shaking hands to his shaking head. "No, no, no!" he said over and over for a good few minutes before stopping. He paused for a minute then looked back up at Leon, a thin smirk on his lips.
"Fine," he finally said while using his free hand to dig into his coat pocket. "I'll just make him love me again, and if I'm going to do that," He pulled his hand out, and in it was an opened pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He tossed the pack to an area near the desk, it bounced off an empty can of gasoline. "I'll have to get rid of my competition." Ivan lifted the lighter and flicked it on, gazing at Leon through the flame. It might have been the shadows cast from the fire, but there was an exceptional wickedness showing on his face. The assistant smirked once more as he tossed the lit lighter to where the two items were. Within a second the entire room was ablaze.

Ivan stood over the dying man with a venomous glare in the eyes that reflected the flames. Anger and pride allowed him this stance, but on the inside he could feel his doubt worry him. Indeed he was losing oxygen himself, and he could feel himself suffocate as a flame licked at his arm, yet he refused to show pain. "Oh, I have my escape ready." he said and took hold of the chair Leon was against for support. He pulled it away from him then hurled it towards the windows, easily breaking it. Oxygen poured in and fed the flames, the smoke eager to reach the sky. Ivan inhaled slowly. "Good. It'll all look like a foolish student's smoking problem started this." he said while looking around the room once more. His eyes finally fell on Leon. "And you'll be burned to a crisp before they find you." He was just about to say something witty and smile at it when he heard that name uttered from the dying man's breath. Ivan clenched his jaw and angrily kicked him in the ribs. "Don't say his name. He won't be yours anymore." he spat before hurrying out the window.

As soon as he was out in the open, Ivan stood up straight and took in as much oxygen as he could. He coughed shortly after from how much smoke was in his lungs and ran towards the coming firefighters. "Thank God you're here!" he called out to them. They hurried over and hastily helped him breath in oxygen. When they asked what had happened, he told them about the cigarettes he found at the corner of the room, no doubt catching on fire from one of the textbooks. One of the firefighters asked if anyone else was in the classroom, and as Ivan breathed into the oxygen tank, he solemnly said no.