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"Brian, face it. What do I even have to offer to this group? Everyone has so many great suggestions and what have I got? Nothing. Nothing, Brian. You heard Quin. I'm a weak link. Useless." A warm presence flushed over Brian. It was Aileen hugging him. He wiped the flowing tears from his eyes. She spoke directly in reply to his comment. "That's not true. You have your family. And me. You have something to live for, Brian- your little sister. I on the other hand, have...nothing." Aileen's words struck Brian hard. He looked at her in much confusion. Now she was just flat out lying. Brian stood up and weakly said to her, "How dare you say that! You have your family, and me! You have so much to live for Aileen, please don't say things like this... you are my best friend, and you are not useless! Please Aileen... you know how much of a mess I am when I cry..." He chuckled through his tears, trying to lighten the mood. This was all so depressing.

Footsteps. His ears picked up on the sound as he turned to see who it was. It was Quin... going on the stage? She vanished behind the curtain, and emerged. Oh, the times Brian had behind the curtain... that wasn't important right now. He squinted to see what she held, a bow and arrow? Why...? He saw her pull the string back, the arrow pointing towards Abby. Wh-what was she doing?! Those arrows were real! Brian would know, of course, because he was in the show Helen of Troy... that wasn't important either. Quin released the arrow and it shot into Abby's shoulder.

...What a gruesome sight.

Blood was shooting out of the wound rapidly. He had to look away, or else he'd be sick. He diverted Aileen's eyes away from the scene too, turning their backs to the gory scene. But something was... odd, she wasn't screaming. How the hell could she not be screaming?! She just got shot with a fucking arrow! His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a ghastly voice echo across the auditorium. Cautiously, he turned to see Quin-- except it wasn't Quin anymore. Crestatia. Brian growled under his breath.

The bow and arrow levitated in the air. Brian gulped. He saw the bow turn towards Quin, her body completely still. An eye for an eye...? Oh no. Brian shrieked dramatically as the arrow was released. He noticed Altair run onto the stage and lunge at Quin. He knocked her over. There was a loud thud, but Brian couldn't make out what happened. Did he save her, or did she get hit? What if he got hit? Questions floated in his head as he looked to Aileen, wondering what she was thinking.

 

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The arrow halted before it hit either one of them as Kallisti was pushed out of the way and to the ground. For a moment, her eyes flashed back to normal... but they darkened no more than a second later. She frowned and gazed up at Altair with a hard expression that was difficult to read. It seemed to stay molded that way for quite some time before softening slightly. Kallisti's chest raised with a deep sigh.

"AL...TA...IR?" She sat up and pushed him off of her with ease. "What did YOU think YOU would ACCOMPLISH by SAVING Kallisti? Did you want to be a HERO? Spare her--the one who DESERVED death--? What GOOD did you think would come from STANDING in the WAY of a DEMON?"

She stood up slowly. Her hands were shaking and her eyes flashed again, back and forth. She bit her lip to the point of blood spilling and stumbled back into the shifted spotlight to stable herself.

"No GOOD," she mumbled. She seemed extremely disoriented, but her voice was booming still. "NO GOOD AT ALL."

The spotlight shut off suddenly and the doors to the auditorium swung open. A small wave of water poured in, losing momentum before even reaching the stage and soaking into the carpet.

In the darkness a strained giggle was heard, followed by a short groan.

"A CURSE--hewSyOE UtRR-uSL-BELIU ITD i CESoDhtOLeCst Lu A IKyoChtNoO UoO KDLeRh T.yK IiU I. NTEilIySumslGCto wo DdaA YAanPNYOTmk E eAVGUA. GOOD LUUUUCK."

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Laying down on his back, Altair just stayed there on his back as he listened to the demon's words. As she spoke her displeasure and her curse, Altair closed his eyed and smirked "ah I see, well I am sorry it had to come to his little Crestatia" Altair said. The smirk on his face soon grew into a sickening one and a chaotic laughter was suddenly let out. "curse...curse, curse, curse, curse, curse, CUUUUUUURRRRRSE" Altair yelled as he laughed crazily, placing his hand over his face. His laughter just grew louder and louder as he laughed and he just didn't know why.

"VERY WELL CRESTATIA LETS SEE HOW THIS ALL PLAYS OUT" Altair yelled out as his laughter dimmed down a bit as he his smile softened. "In my eyes your like a mere child playing with her little dollies" Altair said as he closed his eyes "do try to entertain me" Altair said, his body had reached it's limit and he couldn't move at all. Altair felt no regret and accepted the curse he was planted with. Kallisti was not the only one who needed to punished, if death was a punishment then those in the room all deserved it and not just Kallisti alone. They were all the jury and Kallisti was the executioner. One thing he realized was that he did not gain the penalty of death, and it was there that he realized that the demoness still felt he had purpose "ah thats good" Altair said very quietly with a smile.

 

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Temperance was frozen. What the hell happened? First it happened in slow motion, then it raced by. What was going on? She tried to take a breath and put things together, but more just kept coming. They voted. Cherno voted for himself. She rolled her eyes at that. Of course he would. It didn't change anything though. She voted Abby. It was the obvious choice. The girl didn't even put up a fight about it. Quin. Quin went to the stage and knocked an arrow. There was a bow and arrow among the props?​

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Abby went down. Quin shot Abby. Temperance's brain was still trying to process this. It was moving too slowly for her to function. She just stood there on the steps-- frozen. Her green eyes moved back and forth, scanning the room, searching. For what? She didn't know. Something. Anything. What were they doing? Her limbs felt heavy. Her whole body tingled. There was a lump in her throat. She couldn't breathe. What were they doing?​

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It was the only thing that would process. Those four words. There was a light thump as Abby's body hit the floor. Then shaking. Why was everything shaking again? Was it her? She had to grab a nearby chair to brace herself. Apparently, she wasn't the only one that felt it. Quin. Quin was no longer herself. That eerie creepy distant booming voice had once again taken over someone. This time Quin. First she congratulated her. Then tried to punish her.​

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There was a breeze that went passed Temperance. Her hair moved gently around her shoulder as a figure took the stage. Altair? The gimp lunged the stage and knocked Quin off balance, saving her. The arrow missed. Thank God. Why did she care? Quin was willing to shoot Abby, for an experiment, but Abby hadn't gotten up. Did she really kill her? Should Quin really live after that? ​

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Crestatia was angry. Altair saved her, but it was now going to cost them. She had registered the clicking of the doors unlocking before, but barely. "A CURSE--hewSyOE UtRR-uSL-BELIU ITD i CESoDhtOLeCst Lu A IKyoChtNoO UoO KDLeRh T.yK IiU I. NTEilIySumslGCto wo DdaA YAanPNYOTmk E eAVGUA. GOOD LUUUUCK." A curse? They would be cursed now? Quin collapsed and then...and then...​

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A scream. Where did it come from? Temperance looked around dazed, only to realize it was her own voice she heard. The water. It was rushing in. She jumped and stood awkwardly on the chair, above the water. The carpet was wet. That was it. The water rushed in and only dampened the carpet. They would laugh at her now. She probably looked like the weak one now. Her whole body was quaking in the cushioned chair.​

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Temperance couldn't feel her feet on the chair. Her shoes wouldn't touch the water. They needed to flee the auditorium while they had the chance, but she couldn't. She couldn't move. She was paralyzed. Someone should check on Quin and Altair. Someone should check on Abby-- now soaked in water--, but not her. She couldn't move.

Would a newly developed fear of water be what gets the best of her? She had wondered if it would bother her. Apparently the answer was yes. Her green eyes searched the room in peril. Temperance was panicking, panicking over the sight of a little bit of water. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt dizzy, light-headed. Would she pass out over this? Or was it the exhaustion, the lack of food, and the lack of...water...? Water would never be the same.

Temperance swallowed hard and tried to focus. She tried so hard, but she could feel her legs shaking harder. She was ready to collapse again. This was terrifying. Out of everything that had happened in the auditorium, the small amount of water was the scariest. That was sick. How could she let some water beat her?

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Nearly the moment after he saw that the both on stage had lived Anthony began making his way towards it, despite Quin still being possessed. However by the time he had finally jumped onto the stage something about a curse was said followed by something he didn't quite understand.

A new language was discovered!

Anyway... Quin was out. However she could awaken soon. Or was she actually awake already? He didn't really have the time to check though as Altair started shouting.

"Wow hey there." No more insanity for tonight, please. Or today. However long it has been just no more. He's had enough.

He didn't exactly stop to ask if the other male was okay or not though, as his mind skipped directly to the reason why he came up her. Beyond seeing if they were unharmed, anyway.

"That was totally awesome! You touched the demon. Well. Quin, actually. But the demon was possessing her! So it counts! That's total hero material you know. Not on my level..." he lied, "but totally close. You'd be able to join me on the top rankings for sure now. Already saving people... Next, we could totally slay monsters together!"

Wait. A scream! Oh this was perfect. He could totally save someone now and equal Altair's score....

Oh. Wait. It was just the evil temptress.

That was lame. Wait...it was the...evil temptress. She had a weakness? Well of course she did, everything did. Anthony just could never figure out what. But now he knew at last! Just like all evil things like her they melted in water, huh? Yeah. That was totally it. Haha...he'll get her now. Not...right this moment though. Now, he was befriending someone. Or he thought he was anyway. But the other had yet to reply so whether it was working or not had yet to be seen.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx To put it simply, Kallisti felt like complete and utter ****. She had blacked out, she knew that much for sure, but little snippets of what happened while she was gone flowed though her mind on first consciousness . . . A booming voice, a gleam of death, and a savior with silver hair. The last thing she had properly remembered was seeing that arrow go through the shoulder of . . . She didn't think it would actually kill her - it was just a prop, after all - not to mention, she had shot in a non-fatal spot. What she didn't know was if Crestatia had shown up like she predicted. When a crazed voice reached her ears, she discovered the demoness had made an appearance, and a rather serious one at that.

Her blue eyes stared straight up at the ceiling of the stage, unmoving and slightly dead. Had the girl really . . . died . . . ? Did Kallisti do what she swore never to do again? Harsh words rang through the dark and fuzziness of her mind, " Once a killer, always a killer. The taste of blood is just too motivating. " She clicked her tongue quietly, shocked by how much that miniscule move took out of her. It was a difficult enough task breathing, and it was a wonder to her how she was still doing it.

Maybe it had all been a fantastic production of her mind - maybe she didn't stain her hands with the blood of anyone else. Somewhere, in the farthest corner of her mind, she knew that wasn't true, and a rush of memories and thoughts came back to her - the ones of her mother. No sound came from her mouth, but tears streamed down the sides of her pale, pale face.

It hurt, so badly . . . So badly . . . Everything will be alright, just breath, love. I c - can't . . . Yes, you can. Don't tell yourself that, otherwise you won't. B - but it hurts . . . How do I st - stop it - from - hur - hurting . . . Just breath, love. You'll be alright.

Kallisti didn't move. She barely breathed. She was, in essence, a human on the brink of death, " Someone tell me what h - happened . . . " she whispered.

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It only took a few minutes for everything to have gone to hell.

The death went by too fast. Too quickly. That wasn't the plan! Fuck it. Fuck everything. The painkiller bottle shook in his hand, or was it his hand alone that was shaking. That wasn't the fucking plan! Cherno had it all quickly set. She wouldn't have had to die like that. She-- she wouldn't have even-- needed to die-- fuck. Fuck this. Cherno threw the painkiller bottle violently to the wet floor in anger, and its loud clattering echoed through the auditorium in an almost playful, mocking manner at how morbid everything was.

The voice. Crestatia. She possessed Quin! That arrow. Jesus christ. Was Cherno right? They all worked together -- in a vote -- to come up with the solution. Right? He felt tempted to shout it out loud. He was right. He was wrong too. This entire scene had no logic behind it. And Altair. Cherno's struggling eyes darted to the form of the boy up on the stage, laughing away. They were all going to snap soon. They were cursed? Pah, of course they were cursed. They were cursed from the beginning they received the stupid fucking e-mail. Cherno knew from the start he didn't have one hundred days to live, and he had planned for it. Did any of them? Fuck. His bandaged hand burned with stinging pain.

And it was as if this pain brought him back to the reality they were in.

Cherno's mind cleared up a bit. He looked at Abby's lifeless form.
Fucking parabolas on a bicycle.
She saved him. Back at that horrible Lacey's place. She saved him from the truck. And how was she repaid? With death. With an improper end to her story. It was terrible. Life was a cruel mistress. Cherno-- he was about to tear up. He was frustrated at how illogical this world had been. This system was too fucking chaotic! Right. Calm down, Cherno. Baby steps. He lifted his feet. Was that the bottle near him? He picked it up and put it back in the pocket of his robe. The ground was wet from that brief wave, and it soaked the carpet. It seemed to draw in a few leaves, plants, and twigs, washed through the city. Was the city still intact? Cherno was like a ghost, dark-robed and with deathly pale skin. His hair was still wet. Crestatia's unearthly scream was still stuck in his head. Fuck. It wasn't-- it wasn't really leaving it. Just turning into a ringing. It seemed he had aged significantly in those few minutes, as his eyes had lost their lustrous observational, cat-like quality, replaced only with a seething moroseness and taciturn cloudiness. He barely felt himself walk slowly towards the stage, where Abby's lifeless body lay, and the others involved seemed to sit, dazed and confused. Poor Quin. She was just as much a victim. They were all victims.

He bent down and picked up something small, soft, and pink on the wet floor. There were many others around it. Cherno stepped onto the stage, slowly and carefully, and looked over Abby. The arrow wasn't supposed to kill her. Not even from this angle. It had no logic behind it. Crestatia did this intentionally. She wanted them to kill each other to escape -- to show that she wanted entertainment. She wanted blood. She wanted them to end each other in the end, did she really? Perhaps they could not work together after all.

But Altair's entire debacle -- and the interesting way in which Crestatia reacted -- not with defiant, playful toying, but almost with a sense of anger and fearful disproval, taught Cherno something. It made him calculate. She didn't want that. There were ways. Alternatives to experiment. Quin was saved, but at what cost?

"Could not work together? Had to kill each other?"

Cherno looked solemnly at Abby.

That very event taught Cherno to fuck that noise.

He bent down and placed the soft, pink flower head in Abby's hands, and brought them close together, close to her chest. This was-- this was-- goddamnit. Nobody could see him tearing up!

He had to do it. He had to. He pointed his index finger at her, and shot it in a gun-like motion. Bang. Goodnight, sweet princess.
But his hand was shaky. So shaky. He could barely handle this. Fuck everything. He turned away quickly, facing away from the others on the stage. Cherno stared off at nothing in particular through the room, with his vantage point on the stage offering him an appropriate view of everything. They were all scattered. They looked scattered. Like pebbles senseless controlled by a wave of fate.

" Someone tell me what h - happened . . . " Called a voice behind Cherno, barely a murmur. He was too dazed, and too busy fighting back tears to determine its origin.

Cherno did not speak to anyone in particular. In fact, he seemed to have almost whispered to himself, his words trailing the stagnant, apprehensive air of he wind. And he wondered if only the origin of the voice heard him.

And then he spotted something that made him apprehensive. Who was that? On the chair? Who in their right mind would be standing on a chair here? That-- those eyes. Oh. Was that Temperance? What was she doing? Cherno looked around her. The carpet was very wet. She was-- she was shaking. Fearful. Of the event? Of the water. Maybe both.

That is right, Cherno. People here were still scared. They had no idea what was going on. They were all in the same boat. Everyone was scared in some way. The fear was persistent. The fear was what Crestatia used to drive this game forward, wasn't it?

He stepped down from the stage and walked towards Temperance. It seemed that the others were too dazed to even notice her. His hand was stinging a bit. He probably needed the painkillers soon. She stood there, on the chair, quivering. Did the flooding really damage the poor girl that badly? Nonetheless, though Cherno would need to take observations of how to tackle this illogical world effectively, he still understood that fighting the very essence of Crestatia's morbid little game -- this fear, would perhaps be for the best.

So he extended his hand towards Temperance. He looked almost zombie-like and immensely fatigued.

"Come on, sister. The doors are open. We can all leave now. Grab my hand."

 

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The sudden outburst he made set the silver haired teen at ease. Oh how everything hurt him dearly. The wounds that were obtained during the explosion, he was 100% sure that the wounds had reopened. Whether they were worse or not was a question he was wondering about. The blood from the wounds began to seep slowly and Altair had no choice but to endure.

"Wow hey there."

Upon hearing the voice of the gaming kid, Altair opened his eyes as he listened to the words of praise he received "thats great, I guess I'd better work extra hard if I want to catch up to you" Altair said as he closed his eyes and grinned "Heh I feel sorry for any monster or demon that stands in our way" Altair said with a light chuckle. It merely hurt just to speak at the moment but he still appreciated the boy's enthusiasm. Though he felt great from his outburst, he felt like crap soon after, having realized that his outburst could have brought forth unnecessary feelings. Opening his eyes slightly his vision soon started to spiral but Altair endured because he was a tuff mofo, and possibly the strongest one there.

 

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"Damn right!" Anthony shouted at Altair's comments.

Hearing Quin Anthony turned around. "The mighty Altair saved you! Granted I was about to do that too...but oh well." Though it wasn't moments after saying this did the other nearly fell over.

It would seem that the 'Mighty Altair' had almost fainted.

Laughing at this Anthony hoped off the stage, landing with a soft splash. Though instead of just walking away, he froze. Abby had yet to leave the area. If her body didn't fade away, how would it respawn at her save spot?

Shaking the image from his head he turned back to the stage, looking up towards Quin. "Well if everything's alright now, I think I'm going to get out of this place. I don't like it here. Too much...water." Yeah, water. That was obviously why he wished to leave this place immediately. Why he never wanted to look back.

He didn't even think of sticking around to help the two. Their HP would be recovering plenty now anyway, so he had no reason to do so. They'd be fine now the level had been beaten. That was how these things worked after all.

The only hard part was leaving without looking at Abby again. But he managed, somehow. And it seemed that his sister had already gone. WHich was strange, since he thought she would leaver after him. Oh well. It hardly mattered.

What he chose to focus on next was how he was going to apologize to Abby. He hadn't done anything to help her after all. Nothing. Would she even forgive him...? He really hoped so. Because they were going to fly dragons together! And he would have an actual friend, one who loved things like that just as much as he did. Sure he had a fellow hero now...but that was different...

At least he'd see her again. Sometime soon, too... Because he had finally gotten the nerve to ask her about the dragons in person. He just hadn't had the chance yet. Maybe he will tomorrow...

 

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"Come on, sister. The doors are open. We can all leave now. Grab my hand." Temperance's head turned slowly in the direction of the voice. It didn't even really register, just noise. Who's noise was it? There was only one person that would call her sister, but she was so delirious that even the sight of his face took time to be recognized. The messy dark hair, golden eyes, pale skin, sharp features. It all looked familiar, but distant at the same time.​

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"Cherno?" Her voice was quiet and the look in her eyes was lost and confused. His hand. His hand was held out to her, waiting for her to take it. The water. She couldn't step off the chair. The floor was covered in water. "I...I can't...the...the water..." What was wrong with her? This wasn't like her at all. She didn't cower. I can do this... No I can't... A war was beginning to wage inside of her. She needed to step off the chair, but she couldn't. She was frozen.​

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His hand. Just...just focus. The hand. Take the hand and get off the damn chair! "R-right...t-time to...to go..." Temperance shakily reached out for his hand, her cold porcelain-skinned fingers took his. AS she tried to step off the chair, however, she stumbled on the armrest and fell into him. The floor squished under her feet as she tried to get her balance. The water quickly began to soak through her gym shoes and she looked up at Cherno nervously. ​

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Her legs were still shaking she she held tightly onto his hand and tried to use his shoulder to steady herself. Temperance's heart continued to beat rapidly and the blood pounded in her ears. She gulped and batted her eyelashes as she pursed her lips and turned away. This was too much. The doors. The doors were opened. They could leave. She needed to get out of there. Away from him. Away from all of this, but mostly him. Something needed to change. Temperance needed a good deal of distance between herself and Cherno. Preferably until one or both of them died from Crestatia. Then there would be nothing to keep this incessant charade going.​

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"Time...time to go," she whispered as she pulled her hand out of his. Temperance took slow and careful steps up the stair case. The wet carpet still squishing beneath her feet. She would go out those back doors at the top of the auditorium. She would go right now. Temperance needed to run. Run away. She felt a swelling in her chest again and she had to bite down on her lip to resist the urge to cry. Why was she almost to the brink of tears? Over what? There was no point in it.​

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Half of them had already left the auditorium, and the other half were just gone, in her mind. You know what to do. You saw that phone back there. Now that this area is free, you can call. I cannot do that. Yeah, you can. None of these other assholes are going to help you. In the end, you know you've gotta do it yourself. Kallisti knew that was true. She took a breath, cleaned her face with her eyes, and slowly got up from the stage, every move she made causing her massive pain. She bit it back though and ignored it. She was right; even though they had all voted her to . . . off the girl, it didn't seem as if any of them were willing to help. She would do it herself.

Ignoring the whole world, Kallisti made her way back stage once more. She looked around and found that the place was tattered; had she even paid attention to that the first time she was back here? No matter . . . Would the phone even work? It was cell phone, miraculously left here by . . . who? It wasn't hers . . . No, her phone was destroyed . . . She picked it up and looked at the service - thank some higher being for airborne networks - it had one bar. One bar and it looks like it was on its last limbs of battery life. She would need to make this quick.

" . . . Yes, hello . . . Yes, it is me . . . I am - am . . . calling in favor . . . Yes, I do need a favor . . . " she leaned against the table and sighed tiredly, " I do not have the time to explain . . . Yes, I will owe you . . . Pet - No . . . I have done something horrible, and I do not know what to do . . . Y - yes, how did you - . . . Oh. Leave it be, please . . . I do not think you know how horrible and terrible I am feeling right now, please do not make it worse . . . " She felt like she was going to cry again, " Bellhurst High School, yes that's right . . . It is a dangerous road to be coming here, though . . . No, I still do not trust you or like you in the least, but you are the only one I can turn to, Pet - . . . The Auditorium . . . Soon . . . I will repay you, some day. Thank you, Peter, for now . . . Never say that to me again. "

Kallisti clipped the phone shut and she threw it far away from her. Why did she call him? Because he was the only one she could rely on for this sort of thing . . . You know you had to. I did not want to. There was no other choice. I could have done it myself! She collapsed to her knees, her pale face fell into her hands, and she began to sob. This was horrible. She cannot believe - and those . . . those people - they - they - ! And she sobbed some more. KALLISTI QUINTUS LEIN, QUIT YOUR FUCKING BAWLING RIGHT THIS INSTANT. . . . I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE BEING A LITTLE BITCH ABOUT THIS. YOU'VE GOT PETER TO CLEAN THIS UP FOR YOU, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU CRYING. . . . DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT, LOVE. GET RID OF YOUR EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW, OTHERWISE THEY'RE JUST GONNA DRAG YOU DOWN. NOW GET THE FUCK UP, AND BREATH.

. . . Tough love. But she was right, everything would be alright. Kallisti would have nightmares and her mind would be tortured, but . . . The majority of them were alive, even at the cost of poor, sweet Abigail. She found herself kneeling next to the girl. Her face was beautiful, and even though blood had blossomed from a spot that was supposed to be non-fatal, she merely looked like she was sleeping, " I hope that you will forgive me, Miss Abigail, in your next life . . . " she thought, wondering if the girl could hear her, wherever she was.

She also wondered if the others would ever forgive her - but they did vote for who the killer would be - she was just unlucky enough to be the one to be picked . . . She didn't want to see any of their faces, she just wanted to go home . . . She picked up one of the small flowers around her, and laid it on Abigail's cooling body, next to another someone else must have placed . . . If she ever got home, she was going to write a song about this girl.

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Stand,

He had to stand,

HIs body ached but he needed to move. Raising both arms he attempted to lift himself up but they merely shook in a pitiful attempt to raise himself. The arms fell weakly down, and he continued to lie on the ground. The pain... it reminded him of that time, and then that horrible sound echoed through his mind. The sound of gunfire was loud and clear, not just one shot but a whole load. That brutal sound that only he could hear made the teen's eyes widen. Inner strength from long ago surfaced and Altair rose to his feet.

Panting, Altair glanced around weakly. There was only one thing that concerned him now and he had to make sure he addressed it before he departed. He scanned the area and soon found it, the body of the one that was struck. He staggered forward and upon reaching Abigail's body he stopped and looked down at the girl with cold unemotional eyes. "Do you hate me girl? do you scorn your fate? you died...without even a word" Altair said as he closed his eyes "My apologies but, if you seek vengeance then you must get in line...there are already those awaiting their revenge in the land of the dead. When we meet I shall gladly endure your vengeance" Altair said as he turned away from the corpse and headed off the stage. Without a word he headed off to the exit.

 

John just couldn't believe this. Being in a religion where these things were said to have happen, seeing it was one thing. But seeing it taken to an extent where the beast was unknown and they the pieces were being brought so low so fast. John did not sign up for this when he was born. So why was he paying the price now?

And the demon spoke, of course, near jibberish or a language no one gives two damns about. He shook his head as he stood up. Eyes swiveling and teeth chattering he could taste the bile almost rising out of his mouth. His eyes kept moving as he began to lurch towards the now open doors. Cherno? Where's his only friend in this God forsaken town. He felt the warm tears roll slowly down his cheeks as he watched his best friend help another. He did his best to not think the worse. Instead he let himself cry and grieve as he mindlessly began to pray for the dead girl. The prayer morphed into a protective mantra as he the left the school, to his own machinations.

 

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Everything had happened so quickly. Brian had looked over at the stage and curious, Aileen did as well. Before recognizing the person on the stage, an arrow was shot towards the group and pierced someone's shoulder. Aileen squinted to try to see who it had hit. Abby. Blood. Everywhere. Aileen's eyes widened and her hands held her head. Brian then turned her eyes away.

A familiar voice boomed throughout the auditorium. Aileen turned her head towards the stage to see what was happening. It was Quin, but it wasn't. Crestatia had possessed her body of course. The witch had congratulated her on her successful kill, but suddenly the bow and arrow levitated, facing the stage. If her were to be shot, the person it would hit would be Quin.

Aileen couldn't bring herself to watch, forcing her eyes closed and covering her ears. Waiting for a moment, only heard someone crashing onto the stage floor. She slowly opened her eyes. Someone had saved Quin. At that moment, Crestatia sounded extremely angry, and uttered a curse that Aileen could not understand. She did try her best to remember what it sounded like, however. With that, the witch exited and Quin fell to the stage.

The doors to the auditorium flung open. Aileen knew that she should have felt relieved at that moment, but she could not. The shock was getting the best of her again. She noticed that she was hyperventilating, and for a second, wondered when she had even started to. She covered her mouth and tried taking deep breaths, but it was not helping. She was trembling and she felt to weak to stand. Was it because she hadn't eaten for days, or was it the shock? She didn't know.

"B-B-Brian...?" She stuttered, "...W-what do we d-do?" Before he could give an answer, Aileen found herself slowly crawling towards Abby's body. Quin was already kneeling by her side. Quin was the one who shot her, right? Knowing that she, herself, was a potential candidate to be killed tonight, Aileen could not help but feel guilty. She could feel tears making their way down her cheeks. She wasn't even listening to anything else that was going on anymore. All she could hear, was her own voice inside her head, repeating the same lines over and over again.

Abby...I'm sorry...I was wrong...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...

 

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Brian looked to Aileen. He wanted to help Quin and check on Abby, but... he just couldn't leave her side. Not until he absolutely has to. He would stay adamant to that, even if it would kill him. Aileen looked petrified, a person rendered frozen in crippling fear. Brian frowned, he'd done so so many times today, probably more than throughout his whole life combined. Well, it's not like his concern mattered anyway, because he noticed Aileen slowly crawling to Abby's body. There he noticed Quin.

The others soon moved on. Quin... and Cherno... he thought about everyone's home situation, but specifically theirs. He figured his and Aileen's homes were okay since they aren't close to water, but he knew that those two lived rather close to it. He sighed. Despite what just unfolded, Brian felt pity for Quin. Surely this would haunt her for the rest of her life. Poor girl.

Brian first approached Quin. She looked worried as he hovered over the body. Brian refrained from looking at poor Abby. He quietly said to her, almost nervously, "Hey... uh, I figure your house is probably flooded bad and I was wondering if you needed a place to stay." He paused, shifty slightly then continuing. "I'm planning on inviting Cherno as well, if that's any incentive." Brian began to walk away from the girl. "If you would like to stay over, please follow me."

He took Aileen's hand gently and helped her off her knee. They walked over to Cherno and repeated what he said to Quin just prior. Cherno didn't look so hot either. His eyes diverted to his hand, which still looked in pretty bad shape. "Maybe we should take you to the hospital in a few days to get that checked out, hm?" Brian spoke with serenity and unfeigning concern. His hand was still attached to Aileen's. He hoped she didn't mind getting dragged around.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti had found her peace, sitting in one of the chairs of the audience section, staring at the stage where the body lay. Soon, it would no longer be there. Peter would take care of everything. Oh, how she hated to rely on that man - and how she hated the man, himself. She was not one to hold grudges, though, and that part of her life was over. She had gotten over it. She had move passed it.

" Hey . . . " For just a moment, Kallisti didn't know if that was the other voice of her mind, or someone else, but when the girl teared her eyes away from the stage, she was met with the slight mess that was Brian. He had a certain gleam in his eyes that she had often seen from Harley in her younger years; pity. He shouldn't feel pity for her. She didn't like being pitied, and especially not by someone like him. Then again, she had nothing against him. " Uh, I figure your house is probably flooded bad and I was wondering if you needed a place to stay. " Strange, she hadn't thought about her house, nor her father. She wondered if they were both alright . . . " I'm planning on inviting Cherno as well, if that's any incentive. "

. . . Why would that be any incentive? Kallisti's head hurt . . . Her chest hurt. Her heart hurt . . . Cherno had spoken to her before the vote had been cast, but what did he think of her now? Surely nothing good . . . She didn't know if she could return home, either. Her car and her house must have been a sight to see . . . She needed her phone. She needed it now.

Ten minutes later, she had it. The school was completely empty, though, and she found that this must have been the demoness' doing . . . This reminded her of the aftermath of Lacey's exploding, taking Ashina and Xavier with it . . . She invited Madeline to stay over at her house - would she ever get to do that again? Oh, Madeline . . . She could not leave the girl here, but would she even want to talk to Kallisti after what happened, either? She was so worried . . . But this . . .

" Yes, thank you, Brian. " she replied softly, her heart weighing heavily on her. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be getting very much sleep, tonight. " Madeline . . . " she said, upon approaching the only person she might call a friend in the room, " Brian . . . He is inviting me to stay at his home for the night, since mine may not be fit to live in . . . I do not feel comfortable leaving you here, and . . . I do not . . . want to . . . go alone . . . " she explained, finishing weakly.

While waiting for the girl's answer, she checked her phone. It seemed to be charged quite well, considering. She had ten messages; one from Tyler - oh, did she hope he was okay -, two from P - Peter, one from Harley, and then the rest of them were from her father.

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Cherno silently looked on as Temperance moved out of the auditorium. She was a strong girl. He simply hoped that she would be able to find a place to stay during this mess. The flood hit many of their homes hard.

He stood silently for a while, simply contemplating and observing the area. Quin seemed to be texting away on her phone and hovering around Abby. Poor Quin. She wasn't the type to enjoy killing. Cherno wondered if she had even ever done something so ... gruesome, before. It didn't seem like it -- unless she certainly kept a good play of empathy. Cherno could barely feel anything right now -- all but the heart-rending stings of his bad hand. He struggled to take out his painkillers and quickly popped a few in his mouth, gulping them down quickly.

He heard someone approach him from behind. It was-- Brian, right, the stylish scarf kid! He looked comparatively alright. That was good. He was dragging along his distressed girlfriend Aileen. They-- they were in a relationship, right? Cherno hadn't observed them well enough to really see if it was anything else but a romantic relationship. Poor Aileen. Cherno shivered as he looked at her worrisome expressions. But he was too tired to feel anything else right now.

Brian asked him if he wanted to stay at his house.

South Bellhurst, right? It was really quite nice of him. Cherno didn't mind. His house-- eck, anything to not have to visit that place anyway. He could not believe there was one positive out of all of this flood debacle.

"Sure thing, brother. I may be a bit late." Cherno tried to smile but he was not sure if it was working out well.

Brian then asked him about his hand. Cherno glared at him briefly, instinctively, as if a light suddenly switched on in his body and he suddenly had become extremely tense. The hospital! Ridiculous. Absolutely.

"I already went there." And he was telling the truth. They didn't help. They were rarely able to help with his problems. His problems specifically. Cherno would always silently curse that day. "They can't really help it right now. Just, don't ask about it kid. Thanks." There was disgruntlement in his voice and he turned away from Brian. Quin seemed to be a bit faint. Was she okay? He began walking towards her as his last task before heading off. But he turned back to Brian and tried to smile harder.

"Thanks so much for giving me a place to stay, brother. I'll make it up to you for being so fly soon."

He pointed his index finger at Brian and let off a Bang.

He then placed his hands back in the pockets of his tattered robe and walked over to Quin. Be quick about it. Be quick about it.

Cherno cleared his throat.
"Hey sister. Quin. Quintus. Right." He cleared his throat again. Ugh. This was, kind of painful, even for him. He was talking to Abby's murderer here.
"I hope you'll be okay. I don't blame you. Nobody does. Some ... some could say--" Cherno stumbled a bit. "Some could say you did sort of save us there too. So please, if you ... if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask, you-- you dig?"

Cherno turned off and walked towards the exit of the auditorium, waving back.

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In that entire ordeal, he was unable to feel anything. Everything he said to Quin and Brian seemed so hollow. He felt no happiness nor did he feel sadness. He simply felt nothing, and nothing was what brought his feet step to step as he exited out of the wet, ruined shell of Bellhurst High and onto the street, still running with water here and there.

 

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" Brian . . . He is inviting me to stay at his home for the night, since mine may not be fit to live in . . . I do not feel comfortable leaving you here, and . . . I do not . . . want to . . . go alone . . . "

How did she feel? She was grateful, but also a little nervous. No, that was an understatement. She was extremely nervous. She had nearly rubbed her hands raw with all of her fidgeting. She still did not like that Quin had been the one to shoot Abby, and every time she closed her eyes, she envisioned the blue-eyed beauty calm and poised in the center of the stage with the deadly bow and arrow.

She was grateful that Quin had not been able to see how frozen she was during her possession. She had wanted to save her, but she was too far away. Not that she had made any attempt to move. She genuinely wondered why. She knew that she cared, and she was terrified of what would happen--especially when the arrow was shot, but she just couldn't move. Jealousy had flared within her when she noticed Altair had saved Quin, but it was soon replaced by relief and acceptance. Well, until Crestatia cursed him--or them, she couldn't tell.

Madeline was going to refuse, initially. Though she didn't care much for her mother, she was immensely concerned for the safety of her dresses and laptop. She did not much enjoy Brian's company, either. However, when she registered that Quin was not only asking out of concern but because she wanted her there, her cheeks flushed and her mindset changed completely. She did not want to ruin this--whatever this was. Despite the ...previous events, she was now more confident than ever that she felt something positive for Quin, and that she did not want to abandon her or lose those feelings.

"I would like to go..." Her voice sounded strange to her. She bowed her head and stared down at her restless fingers. How frustrating this was.

Cherno approached for a brief second and her thoughts fluttered back to Brian. What would he think? Surely he couldn't have been fond of her, either. Since her nasty side had shown everyone seemed 20x more cautious of her. Maybe he wouldn't even let her come? It wouldn't hurt to try.

 

temperance climbed the stairs silently without looking back. Cherno hadn't tried to stop her from leaving. That was a good thing, right? When she reached the doors, there was a flash of terror running through her veins. Would it really be safe to cross the threshold? The fantasy freak and his overbearing older sister managed to. That had to mean in was okay. Her foot hovered above the invisible line briefly before it came down on the other side of the doors.

nothing happened. She breathed a sigh of relief and kept walking. Her feet moved on their own through the halls of bellhurst high. The shoes made splish-splash noises as she walked through a fine layer of water coating the floor. It didn't bother her like in the auditorium. She was too dazed to realize. There still didn't seem to be anyone else around, but slowly, eerily, she could hear the voices growing again. Just like last time. They were all fading in again. The once nonexistent members of their society were reawakening, becoming alive with every step she took. Where was she walking?

temperance didn't even realize she had moved in the direction of her locker until it was right in front of her face. Her hand clenched into a fist and punched the thin layer of metal. A sharp pain shot through her hand and wrist, all the way up her arm. It was much worse than at lacey's when she punched Madeline and later the steering wheel of her car. She bit her lip and turned her back on the locker, slowly sliding down the wall, into the fine layer of water on the floor, clutching her hand. Tears began to rapidly spill out once more. How many times had she cried in the last week and a half? Too many.

her chest began to vibrate and temperance remembered that she had stuffed her phone in her bra due to lack of pockets. She reached into the cleavage of her tank top and lulled the black smart phone. It wasn't until then that she realized it hadn't been working again. The screen read "mom" and there was a picture of her linked arms with an older brunette. She clicked the accept button and breathed heavily into the receiver.

"h-hello?" she asked a bit timidly.

"temperance Renee spike! Where have you been? We've been trying to get a hold of you for two days!" her mom was shouting, but sounded relieved at the same time.

"I'm...i've been stuck in the school. You know it has horrible reception." Her phone kept flashing and she noticed the top of the screen showed missed text message after missed text message. It said she had fifteen missed calls and counting. Many of them from different people. Temperance's mom remained silent on the other end of the line, probably trying to decide if she believed her daughter or not. Finally, after a long pause, her raspy voice came through the other end.

"all right. Well, we've been worried about you sweetie. Your dad too. We were evacuated. The house had some water damage when we left, but I think the upper floors are fine. Doug said his house is okay. You should go stay with your father until we're allowed back in the city. It would be safest and I would feel better knowing you were there."

her heart sank. If only she knew the truth. "s-sure mom. Whatever you say. Dad's house it is."

"temp...temp...i...I love you. You know that?" When was the last time her mother said that?

temperance sighed and splashed her injured hand in the water. "yeah mom," her voice was distant and cold as she hung up the phone without saying it back.

she had a place to go, relatively speaking. Would she actually go see her father? After what happened last time, she really didn't want to, not yet anyways. So now what? She shoved the phone back into her cleavage and pulled herself up. She had a sweatshirt in her locker, and some snacks, but now her shorts were soaked and there was no way she could go outside dressed like that. The locker made a clunking noise as she set the combination and pulled it open. The door squeaked. How many times had she told the janitors her locker door needed to be oiled? It wasn't that hard of a job. Ten seconds was all it would take. She rolled her eyes and pulled out the thick fur-lined sweater. It felt soft and warm on her cool bare skin. It was nice, but only did part of the job.

temperance rifled around on the top shelf--which was almost out of her reach-- and felt a familiar wrapper under her fingers. Food. It was only a cereal bar, but it helped. Her stomach thanked her for finally providing it with some nutrition. The first thing she's eaten since leaving the gas station early yesterday morning. So much time went by in that auditorium it was amazing they only lost one life. The dragon girl, Abby. Quin was already from the sounds of it before she left. Altair too. They were lucky. Every last one of them, well, except for that whole curse thing.

were they all cursed, or just him? They would certainly find out soon. Someone needed to try and figure out what crestatia said before it was too late. She would always be two steps ahead of them if they didn't try a little harder.

temperance slammed the locker door shut and moved to the front entryway of the school. Through the frosted window panes, she could see that the rain had stopped. That was a relief. Now it was a matter of where to go, and how to get there. Her car was no doubt destroyed and all the way over at the gas station. Walking would be too wet, too cold, and too long. She had no destination in mind, but she needed to leave. Her body stood frozen in front of the door and goosebumps ran up her legs. The last time she walked through those doors, she was dragging cherno. Now she was about to step through them again, but alone, like it was meant to be. Her hand moved protectively over her waist and green eyes watched pale fingers. "guess it's just you and me now," she whispered as her free hand pushed open the cold metal door.

 

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All of these thoughts were irrelevant, though . . . She was merely trying to keep her mind from the larger issue at hand - the death of Abigail. Kallisti felt as if she couldn't emphasize enough the fact that she had the bad luck of the draw . . . But . . . There was no doubt that she couldn't have rejected the offer. That's right, love, would you have let anyone else do it? That girl was right, none of these other people deserved to have their innocence completely shattered; to be honest, Kallisti wondered if she would have let anyone else do it. Would she have volunteered? No matter what path they took, whether it would have been by voting or volunteering, the girl felt like she would have been the one to shoot that arrow.

A voice pulled her away from her thoughts, " Hey sister. " There was only one person who called her that, and she really didn't want to hear him, " Quin. Quintus. Right. " Boy, he was having a tough time with talking to her. She knew that he hated her for what she did to Abigail, but it's not like she volunteered to end the girl's life. The least he could do was be more subtle, " I hope you'll be okay. I don't blame you. Nobody does. " Suuuure they don't. I wouldn't listen to him, love, " Some . . . some could say - - Some could say you did sort of safe us there, too. " Oh, yeah right. A real smooth-talkin' guy, isn't he? Of course she saved you all, you assholes, " So please, if you . . . if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask , you - you dig? "

The look Kallisti gave him was mixed with the feelings of anger, betrayal, sadness, and some other things, but he walked off before she could reply.

" I would like to come . . . " she heard Madeline say, and she turned to the only person in the room that she was half-sure that didn't hate her for something she didn't sign up for.

" I am . . . glad. " Kallisti replied, " For the time being, I need to buy some new clothing, for I feel absolutely awful . . . and . . . Yes, well . . . " What, can you no longer be human just because you saved nine people? Are you suddenly not human anymore because all of these fuckers say you aren't? Kallisti was glad she had brought her bag with her, too, it had her card in it, and some other things that she would need, " We should . . . probably . . . remove ourselves from this place. " she said, to Madeline, warming up at talking to her again, " And I would not worry about . . . about . . . the body . . . "

Could she make this anymore awkward? Sometimes, being around Madeline made her trip up like a giddy child in a candy store, and the situation at hand was no better. She decided it was best to leave this place, and she gave Madeline leave to follow, if she wanted or not.

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