Elijah, a quiet, tall, and well built 16 year old. Turns around the corner of the school halls. His cold gaze meeting with the violence of Mark and his mates seemingly jumping you, a boy, not very strong and a year younger. Elijahs sick to his stomach, He doesn't even know you, but his blood boils. A sense of protectiveness for you overwhelms his head, a feeling he's never felt for ANYONE. he clenched his knuckle, and he watched Marks fist hit your face "Mark stop it."