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[/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . There is something that I am forgetting? What could it be?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Perhaps this has happened before - unintentionally blocking things out . . .
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx But for what reason . . . ? What am I trying to protect myself from? ❞

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xxxxxxxxxx Silence almost rang throughout her room as Kallisti sat at the edge of her bed, deep in thought. A thousand thoughts passed through her mind; where was her father? Would she really attend Brookbridge? Why let Harley stay? How was Tyler doing? Did anyone notice how she almost never wore shorts, dresses, or skirts without leggings?

Ah, what a funny question . . . Pretty sure no one knows the reason, but me and Harley, love. I do not doubt what you say. Have you ever considered telling anyone else? The truth . . . ? That is a horrible idea, I do not know why you would suggest such a thing. Food for though, darling. . . . No, I have not . . . Tyler, perhaps, but he may think ill of me. I do not have many friends, you know. I do. You've got too many walls. Don't want people getting close to you. You are right . . . Kallisti sighed. She didn't like getting close to people, and vice versa. Every time she did, it felt like they either betrayed her, used or, or ended up thinking bad of her. How Tyler made his way in to her little world, she had no idea.

Next to her, on her bed, was her phone, and she looked at it. She felt like talking to someone, but who . . . ? Hmm, all of the Bellhurst students would have also received that letter via mail or e-mail, perhaps she could talk to one of them about it . . . ? She looked through her list of contacts . . . Oh, a message, from Anthony. Anthony . . . The name was familiar . . . Oh . . . " That's right! " she said to herself, upon remembering; he was the sweet boy who viewed life as a video game. How was he doing, she wondered? She read his message.

hey guys. you all have to of felt that right?​

and the eclipse...​

it seems over now but it has to be c right?​

so checking in on everyone to see if you all are doing alright​

-Hero Anthony​

Hero Anthony . . . Such a sweet and innocent boy. What a horrible fate this was for him, to die in less than one hundred days . . . So much wasted life, wasted potential . . . It made her heart weigh heavy. She began to type a grateful reply.

Good morning, Hero.​

I was unaware of an eclipse, but the earthquake was not missed.​

For what reason would C do such a thing? I know she likes to play, but​

I did not think her so childish. I am fine, thank you. I hope you are well, too.​

- Archer Quintus ​

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She blinked at what she had written. Why Quintus? Why not Kallisti? She frowned. No, don't change it. This is how it's always been for you. They'll think something's up. Don't change it. Oh, very well . . . When she sent the message, she returned to her contacts list. Anthony, Brian, Cherno, Harley, Lo - no. Why did she even have that number? How disgusting . . . But she didn't delete it. Madeline, Melissa, Tyler . . . Oh. She didn't recognize that name. Madeline, who was that? You shouldn't dwell on that too much, love. Do not say such things, you will only pique my curiosity more. I'm saying it for your own good. Repression is a powerful thing. Anyway, pick a random name and text it about Brookbridge. You're bound to get something. I cannot pick. Pick this Cherno fellow. . . . Very well, but why him? You weren't gonna pick, I picked for you.

She blinked again and then shrugged, typing up a message to Cherno.

Good morning, Cherno.​

I hope you are well, it has been some time since our last conversation.​

Did you also receive the letter about Brookbridge? I believe all of our classmates did.​

I do not know if I want to go or not, but there seems to be no choice.​

What of yourself?​

- Quintus​

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Kallisti looked at the name Quintus again. Why her middle name and not her first?

Oh, she wished she could remember.

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Getting up from his ordeal with the stairs, Alex felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and saw that there was a text message form Anthony.

hey guys. you all have to of felt that right?
and the eclipse...
it seems over now but it has to be c right?
so checking in on everyone to see if you all are doing alright
-Hero Anthony

It being C. did make sense, but was she doing it because someone had broken one of her rules or because she just simply wanted some entertainment. Either way it was over now. He decided to write a reply to the Hero.

'Aside from falling down the stairs due to the blackout, I'm good.'

Hitting send on his phone, he carefully went back up the stairs and hopped back o his bed. Seeing as he didn't have to go to school today, maybe he could get some extra minutes of sleeping in.

 

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Happily laughing at Altair's reply Anthony found himself proud of the Jr. Hero. "Yeah, that's right. You're really earning that title!" Oh...was this jealousy he was feeling?

Ignoring it he thanked the older boy before taking a spot on the couch after taking his jacket of his waist. Once sat down he reached into its pockets, finding a button which he tossed to Altair. It was plain white with the word 'Jr. Hero' printed on it.. This and others were made years ago when he first became a hero, given to him and his friends by his mother. Friends who left a long time ago...

"Sorry it's only Jr. I'm sure you've earned the full hero title by now, but it's customary to start off somewhere, you know? Also it's totally good for stats, being pretty balanced and giving a boost to just about everything!"

Hearing his phone ring Anthony became too distracted to say much more as he went to check it. Oh, good. People were doing alright. He was asked how he was... To which he could not answer so no return message was sent.

Not everyone had replied yet though, which was worrisome. Even more worrisome though was what Quin said. Was it not C? Then who...

For a moment his mind flashed back to what the Evil Temptress said in the audiotorium.

This flashback was ended with the sound of footsteps, to which his attention was drawn to. So Heidi was back down and not looking angry at him. This was good.

Smiling at the girl he gave a small laugh. "Hey! I'm glad you're alright. For a moment there I thought you went to get sick or something, plus that event at the springs got me worried."

 

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Upon hearing the praise he received from his sensei, Altair let out a happy laughter as the two headed into the living room. Upon taking a seat, Altair caught the small object that was thrown to him and raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at it. As he listened to the boys words, Altair grinned "well this is a great honour" Altair said as he placed the button on his shirt and leaned back against the chair he sat upon.

Watching Anthony fiddle around his phone, Altair's attention was soon drawn over to the arrival of Heidi "Hm ah so you've two met before, thats good" Altair said to Anthony as he turned his attention back to Heidi "come join us Heidi" Altair said happily. The biggest reason he wanted Anthony over was because he wished for Heidi and Anthony to get to know each other. He felt the two would probably get along quite well.

 

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xxxxxxxxx❝I can get my mom to take you with us when we move to Brookridge. You can even come with us after asking your parents now, and we can be the first to take a trip to check out the dorm rooms. It will be a little adventure! I can tell you stories about the Jews, and you can tell me if they were a spell or not.❞​

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She wasn't sure what he was talking about. They had a car...her parents just weren't home yet. Still...he was trying to be sweet. It was clear to her that he didn't want to be alone, though she wasn't sure why. He seemed almost...paranoid of something. Maybe he was still uncertain about his abilities. Being around a another witch most likely brought him great comfort. They would be attending the same academy anyway, right? Besides, she was almost positive her family would not be moving with her. It was either go with John or go alone.​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Mhm...A-alright, John. Let me go ask Simon...❞​

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Strange. This felt...surreal, somehow. Uncomfortable. Almost as if she did not actually want to go, but felt she had no other choice. It felt forced. ​

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Eleanora ignored it and started her climb up the steep wooden stairs. Her fingers glided against the railing and her eyes stared straight ahead. She was getting closer and closer to the constant buzz of the television, and a growing knot in her throat almost made her stop. He was mad, she knew. Probably even more so now that she had unintentionally defied him by staying with John. ​

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The door clicked unlocked and she took that as a yes, stepping into the cold room. Simon lay on his bed completely absorbed in a video game he was playing. His eyes never left the screen of the television to acknowledge her, and his presence was much colder than usual. She stood there in silence for a moment, and wrapped her right hand around her left shoulder nervously, trying to warm herself. Big blue eyes zeroed in on his stone face and she shivered. ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Eleanora. Don't you feel ashamed? Even a little bit?❞​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...Ashamed? Why? I mean, why would I--❞​

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xxxxxxxxx❝You are fourteen years old. Only four years left until you are an adult. Don't you understand that...? You run around with an umbrella like you're Mary fucking Poppins, you speak in some stupid made up language you created in Elementary school, you dress like you're seven and you claim you're a witch. On top of that, you're getting other's involved now. Who was that man you were with earlier? ❞​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Do you even know!? And Jesus CHRIST, lose the stutter already. It's not cute, it's annoying. You're just driving my crazy lately. You're clingy and selfish. You're embarrassing, Nora. I hate being in public with you. That's why I just had to get away for a bit. I'm surprised you made it back alone.❞​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...I don't mean to yell at you. But please. I'm begging you. It's time to grow up. Mom and dad are worried about you. Don't you...I don't fucking know...want to be normal?❞ ​

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Simon's eyes finally lifted and met her's, sending a pang of guilt through her heart.​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...S-Simon...​

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It is almost FUNNY how WRONG you are. I am the WITCH of ETERNITY. You do not have to LIKE or BELIEVE it, and I do not need ANYONE to WORRY about me. I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. In fact, you should all be VERY AFRAID. I can do things you will NEVER be able to do. Hehe.❞​

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Her hands flew over her mouth in horror and Simon stared wide eyed at her. Quickly, she stepped out of his room and slammed the door. Her heart was racing as she practically flew down the stairs and back to John. She felt sick and panicked, throwing her backpack on, grabbing the letter and pulling John and herself out of the house just as Simon's heavy footsteps could be heard running down the stairs...​

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[/url]They seemed awfully smiley and relaxed as she made her way over to the living room couch. Anthony's concern brought a small smile on her face. It was sweet, and she appreciated it. Wordlessly, she made her way across the room and took a seat near Altair. Her eyes moved to the large button on his shirt, before looking back at Anthony. Junior Hero? She wondered if it had anything to do with Anthony calling himself a hero. Heidi couldn't help but notice the relatively brighter aura the boy had about him, which was pleasing.

He had seemed so disappointed the other day-- which was understandable, given the circumstances--, but least he could smile now. She pulled at the ends of the sweater nervously, her hair falling in her face. Talking to others was not one of her strong suits. Do you have any strong suits? N-no...not really. She internally sighed, before glancing back up between them. They both seemed so gentle and kind, even when Altair was fighting with his Grandfather. "I-I'm fine...thanks...."

Her eyes moved downwards again, away from them. Heidi began rubbing her arms, but not with nearly as much force as normal. She could feel a slight sting from the fabric brushing against the scabs, but it was tolerable. "S-so...wh-what's going on?" She risked a glance up at Anthony and his bright persona. It made her smile again. Why are you so happy? They are happy. So? It's not like it gives you the right to be. Doesn't it? No. You can only be happy once we've destroyed everyone. No. I just want to help and make friends. We're yo- No. Real friends. Not you. Heidi shook the hair out of her eyes, tucking a lock behind her ear. Her neck itched, but she did her best to refrain from scratching. The last thing she wanted to do was break open the scabs again, especially now-- with no proper bandages.

 

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For a moment the boy sat silently while listening to the others speak. He was actually feeling okay now, despite...everything. Even his worries were slipping away and he remembered how life was before all of this started. Sure it was lonelier...but he was happy with it.

Ha. How odd, to be grateful for this game for a moment there. After all without it he wouldn't have these friends he now did.

Friends... Yes, he actually had some now. Well, before he talked to people but...it felt different somehow. Even if they considered him an annoying pest he was happy as things were among them. But it was at the cost of so many others...

Looking away he frowned in thought, finding himself conflicted once more. It was surely becoming a bad habit of his. Though after a deep breath his gaze returned to the other two along with his smile.

"I came over to apologize to Altair. Oh! And there's also a switch of school apparently. Are you guys going along with that?"

 

John sighed in relief as she headed upstairs. But as soon as she could not be seen, he was puffing up the life draining stick known as the cigarette, he was being rude, but that would only be if he was in a real house. Haha. Real house. One voice drifted down to him from above. Purely female despite being muffled. She was slightly crazy, but that was irrelevant giving what she was truly. He took another puff, good and bad, he'd accept the little heathen.

A door slammed shut and he could hear her normally soft footsteps come down hard. Angry at a parent? Guess he'd be leaving her now. He braced himself for disappointment and rejection but it didn't come, instead she gripped his sleeve and forcefully dragged him out the door. But most surprising of all was that as he was tugged onto the sidewalk, before he could reach it, another set of footsteps could be heard booming off the wooden stairs of Eleanora's house. John stared wide eyed and pulling her faster now, keeping his gaze backward towards her front door. And even as they rounded a corner to the local library, he didn't see a thing.

She must be driving him insane too. Still he kept alert as he lead them to the neighborhood library, which looked in tip top shape despite recent events.

John was relieved a bit, he was alive, the kid was safe and now he could contact someone. He lead the way inside and strictly told her to not leave the building as he used his library card to log into the computer. He then opened up Tumblr, signed in and began to post. He told Eleanora that they would leave soon but he needed to contact two others. He did give her free reign to explore though. With nothing to do but hope and pray for rides, John kept on the look out for potential danger as he stepped outside and called his mother to secure their ride. His glare was deathly as he targeted humans and immobile objects. Animals weren't spared either.

 

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The earthquake was bothersome more than anything, however she quickly recovered. As did her power, thankfully. So she returned to her internet conversation.

This Mr. Right was an interesting fellow so far, one who even managed to rid her of her foul mood. But it did not last, for as soon as her laptop powered off she was feeling down again. It felt like, no matter how much joy she felt, it never lasted long. And so a life of never-ending despair was sure to ensue.

How serious is this no killing yourself rule?

Sighing the blonde stood, returning to her room to pack things in her two suitcases. Sadly she could not bring all of her well deserved things, which physically hurt. Being so possessive of material things had to be unhealthy but it was unlike her to care. She knew she was messed up, so why try to hide it?

Maybe I can rent my apartment out to someone while I'm away... Who do I know that will actually take care of the place though? Ah, Kasey might. She's been dying to move out, too. Is it really renting when they aren't paying me though...

These thoughts occupied her as she moved her suitcases to the trunk of her gray sedan before returning to fetch her laptop and bag, locking the place up. The spare key would have to be dropped off before she made her way to the academy, so when she pulled out she headed that way.

It was not a long drive and once there her friend agreed to watch the place while Daniel was away, rather happily too.

So with that settled she would now head for Brookridge.

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"Hey Alyssa..." Lisa walked into Alyssa's room while she was checking her phone for any other texts. ​

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"Yeah?" ​

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"Just to let you know, the Black Angels are coming over at 3 for our last practice before the contest tomorrow." ​

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"Ok." ​

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"Oh, and do you wanna see what we're gonna wear for the contest?" ​

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Alyssa got up, "Sure." ​

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The two walked to Lisa's room, where there were five copies of the same outfit on the bed. ​

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"Looks nice." ​

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"Thanks." Lisa got one of the copies and left the room. ​

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Alyssa looked around the room for a bit until she found a picture of Ash and Lisa together She held it in her hands and smiled, then she noticed a slip of paper behind it. She took it out and opened it: ​

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Ash- ​

I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, I've known this ever since 5th grade, and it may drastically change out friendship, but here goes nothing.... ​

I'm gender-blind, or as some people call it, pansexual. ​

You may think of it as bisexual, but pansexuality is different. I don't care whether I flirt with a boy or girl. ​

And I've told you this because I have a crush on you. I've had one ever since I figured out that I'm gender-blind. ​

You're a good leader, beautiful, and friendly, so it's no wonder I have a- ​

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"Alyssa, can you help me with this for a second?" Alyssa's mother asked from downstairs. ​

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"Sure mom." Alyssa put the picture back, placed the slip in her pocket, and walked out of the room.​

 

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Zoey just smiled, completely used to Matt's flirts by now. "More than usual? It's not my fault that you walked in on me getting into changed after my shower that time. I'm glad you've learned to knock though." she shrugged as she watched his gaze sweep over her body. It didn't really bother her. She wasn't dressed like this to be seductive, and she knew Matt wasn't actually attracted to her. He just... enjoyed doing what he did. Just like she enjoyed being comfortable.
"You lost my number again?" she asked, inviting him in by moving away from the door before closing it behind him. "What prank of yours caused that to happen this time?" she casually asked him as she headed to her small kitchen and pulled a can of coke from the fridge before tossing it to him. She scratched the back of her hair again, it a tad messy since she had just woken up, and yet Matt was still calling her sexy? Well... she 'was' in her underwear she figured, but it wasn't like this wasn't normal for them.
She took the letter he showed her in exchange for giving him the coke and gave it a quick read. "This is the first I've heard of it, but I suppose I'm interested. Living alone sucks frankly, and besides, I still gotta go to school and this is the only way I guess." she responded before he started mentioning weird weather and stuff like Earthquakes and Eclipses, ...before the usual chat up line followed.
"What you on about? Is this just the setup of a new chat up line or something?" she asked him titling her head to the side with a questioning look, her hair gliding along her shoulders and along her back. She had no idea what he was on about, but regardless she then invited him to her room. Her house was only small so it consisted only of kitchen, bathroom and bedroom which meant the only comfortable place to sit and talk would be her room itself.
She found a pair of shorts and started pulling them up her long lovely legs, her interest having been caught more at him mentioning the email. "But of course I have time for you, no matter how hot you seem to think I am." she answered him. Did she even think she was 'hot' as he put it? Was she 'sexy' as he had really said she was? She'd never even really cared about such things that much, although she supposed it was nice to hear it.

 

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[/url]"I came over to apologize to Altair. Oh! And there's also a switch of school apparently. Are you guys going along with that?"

Heidi's eyes widened. Anthony got it too. Everyone had to have gotten it. This letter though, it wasn't sent to her. It was here, in Altair's home. She couldn't go. They wouldn't want her and it would tell everyone where she was. They would send her away. Heidi shook her head vigorously. "Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Can't go." They'll find me. Don't worry deary. We'll protect you. I don't want you to. Sure you do. Just let it happen. "Nope." Was she talking to them, or them? She didn't even know at that point.

She stood, walking away from the couch, and began pacing. "Can't go...ran away twice. Take me away. Hiding..." Heidi continued to rub her arms while she paced, but still with a lesser degree than at the hot springs. They were probably watching her, but she didn't look up. Her eyes stayed focused on her toes, bare on the floor. She felt the friction of the carpet rub against the soles of her feet, burning. Should she tell them? She didn't even know Anthony really. Would it scare him?

Altair always seemed so calm and put together whenever she freaked out. He clearly knew something was wrong, but he didn't know what. Would it bother him. Heidi couldn't bring herself to say more. Around and around she went, wearing out the carpet. She couldn't say anything. She wasn't strong enough. Anthony and Altair were heroes. No one would ever view her that way. She was a bad guy. Don't say that deary. We know the truth, and we don't hate you. You just want me to ruin the kindness they've shown me. Never! Why would you think such a thing? We're not heartless. Yes...yes you are.

 

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"Take you away? No way! That won't happen with me and Altair here!"

Sure he had no idea what was going on, but the girl seemed troubled and was on their side. So no matter what, as heroes, it was their job to keep her safe. Which is exactly what he planned on doing.

Then, to really make his point, he stood and placed his hand over his heart. "It is our sacred duty to help those in need, to rescue those who need rescuing, to fight off bad guys and make sure everyone lives happily ever after!" He was really getting into it. "So if you need to hide we will keep you hidden from all evil prying eyes whether that be here or there, anywhere! And if you chose to go then we'll simply have to sneak you in. A simple feat for ones such as us."

 

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Uuuuuugh. Jesus christ.

Cherno rubbed his head and opened his eyes. He-- he felt like he had already done this before. What the hell just happened?
He had heard and seen Tyreese-- wait, Tyler's-- voice as he entered the room and suddenly the entire world erupted into chaos. He was slumped on the floor, his coat drawn about him like a messy used carpet. His feet were stuck between the toppled table, which pinned his legs down. He groaned and held a hand to his head. His headache got worse, didn't it? Goddamn.

His phone was lying on his chest. There was another message from Anthony, but first, Cherno turned to Tyler.
"H--hey Tyrone--uh, uh--I mean, Ty--ler. Tyler!" Cherno coughed. He was still trying to get these names right. "I'm dandy-- kind of, I guess-- h-haha. Y--you're pretty happenin' right now, right? Nothing broken?" Of course nothing was broken, you idiot. Tyler looked fine. "What exactly happened anyway? I-- I just, blanked myself out in the diddly, you dig?"

But it dawned on Cherno, upon seeing Tyler's confused expressions, that he had no idea of Cherno's amnesia.
Wait.
Goddammit.

Cherno darted his eyes around the small Sealand home. It seemed casual -- relaxed, almost modern. A distinct change from the more ancien surroundings of the neighbourhood. It had occurred to him that he had never been to Tyler's home-- or rather, he had never remembered visiting his home. He turned his gaze back to Tyler's bright stare.

"Look, friend. I've got something to explain the happenings of to your jive person, you dig?" Cherno stood up, and pulled the messy jumble that was his coat over his shoulders. "It's-- it's pretty important. I'll be outside. I need to go to the post office in a jiff anywho. Thanks for letting me stay."

Cherno stepped over the fallen table carefully. He began to walk towards the room's exit, but in a change of thought, he returned to the table and set it upright before continuing on his way. Reaching the spiffy stained-glass door, he opened it with a swift motion into the frigid, lifeless winds of December, and shut it behind him. He leaned his back against the cold brick wall of Tyler's house, and sighed as he looked onto the empty street, grey with translucent layers of dying frost.

He had to tell them all about his lack of memory. After all, the easier and earlier they knew, the better they could help him remember things, right? He gazed around the street, and he realized he did not recognize this part of town at all. Had he even travelled this far in Sealand?

Cherno slumped and looked at his bandaged hand. It was-- when was it damaged again? Not the punching of the table. The-- the first scar. Was the scar even there, still? Was it-- it was a diner ... it was on the tip of his tongue. Ugh. This was terrifying. This was terrible. These gaps of memories in his head were like trephinations in his very soul, and its arches collapsed upon the weight of his heavy heart. And what was more -- he couldn't even find the letter that the girl he barely knew had given to him. He really was hopeless. Was there any chance he would be able to remember anything about himself?

He looked dimly towards his good hand, which held his phone. Oh. Right. The text message. Cherno clicked it open.

There was a reason he was going to the post office today, of course. He needed to deliver a letter to his Benefactor, so they knew that he would be moving out of the house. Well, whatever was left of the house. At least he remembered where that was.

His ... Benefactor.

He ...

He didn't remember ... who that was. Fuck.
He could only send the mail to the address, but he couldn't possibly remember the name. Not like they put a real name of theirs on those letters anyway.

There was another one as well. From ... from Quin?
Wait. His contact list. Now how did she get his number?

Oh.
She seemed polite enough.

Cherno was about to send them.
His finger was hovering over the send button on his phone.
But something caught his eye. It was an ... an extra folder for text messages? Hold up. What was this? What did Cherno need another folder for, anyway?
Cherno sent the messages Quin's and Anthony's way and inquisitively opened the second folder.
It was a folder for special messages.
And it had two names.

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Who the hell was this.

Cherno opened the folder and looked through them.
Cherno must have either really liked or really hated this person for having a separately dedicated folder to them.

And looked.
And looked.
And looked.

And his eyes widened.

Oh my god. He-- who--
Who was this? He quickly tried to search up the number with his contact list.

... John?

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That was right.
He-- he forgot that he had--
Goddammit.
He was such a terrible friend. Fuck.

Cherno shakily tried to type a message.

Cherno literally was on his knees, his head closely and neatly kept between his arms as he tried to hide away his near-tears from the bitter, biting cold. This couldn't be happening. The amnesia really was this bad. How the hell could he get his memory back already?!

Bing.

Another text.
It was-- it was in the same folder. The second contact.

And why did this medicine seller keep popping up? Who is this medicine seller?
Wait.
Those-- those pills. Cherno left them back at Trembling Mountain. They-- well, he didn't seem to need them, did he? He was fine so far. But what if they were important? Why else would Cherno have this person in his contact list? He opened the message.

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From throughout the neighbouring streets, many could have heard a sharp yell cried out of-- was it joy? Was it anguish? Was it perhaps both, and more? Whatever it was, it made Cherno almost lose his voice from surprise.

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-- This message has been sent to you by the Faculty of Medicine and Pharmaceuticals, Brookridge Academy of Excellency, Dated December 15

Cherno,
If you're reading this, things have obviously gone south. I hope you don't hate me for what I decided to do. It was purely to protect you. Apparently, I'm not as strong as either of us thought. You're the strong one, and there was no way I would be able to handle things if you left me forever. I'm sorry for being selfish. For leaving. For choosing to die over fighting this stupid game. It just hurts too much.

I wanted to clarify a few things. Please forgive me. I hope this helps. I don't want you to feel bad. You're not talking to me right now, and even though I kept telling you that you're better off hating me and having nothing to do with me, it hurts that you're ignoring my messages. You really were better off without me, but I was better off with you. You saved me when I didn't believe I could save myself. I'll never forget that. By leaving, I'm saving you. I know you have the power to hold out til the end, and if you don't, well I'll be here waiting for you. This game, these rules, I clearly couldn't take it. There's only one reason why I would have died in this game, and that's to allow you to live. I'm too messed up. I never would have lasted. Losing you, being alone, it would have crushed me. If I died, and you're reading this, I promise it wasn't an easy decision.

I care about you so much. More than a friend. I appreciate everything you have done for me and will do for me. Maybe you'll never read this. Maybe we'll make it to the end together. Crestatia did say two may win. It could be us, if not then it will at least be you. Be happy. I did this to help. You'll never believe who i'm with right now. Madeline. It's not what you think either. We ran into each other by sheer coincidence for very shameful reasons. I'm on the bus to the resort right now. I hope you're they're. I hope we can talk and survive this game together for awhile. I keep staring at your tumblr page, trying to think of what to tell you. I wish there was a que option for after I'm dead. so that three important words would pop up on your page. I can't say them now, and it hurts. I've never felt like this before, not even with josh. I want to tell you why I'm sick and went to the hospital, but I don't want you to think poorly of me.

I know this will sound strange coming from me, but I have a favor to ask. Will you keep an eye on Heidi? You don't know her yet, but I'm sure by the time you get this you'll have already met and taken a shine to her. You like those strange ones. It's not that I necessarily care about her, per se, but if she tried out for cheerleading she can't be too bad. She has been with Altair so far. I don't trust him. Not just because of the curse. There's just, something off about him. I don't know what's wrong with Heidi mentally, but there is something. The girl is crazy and Altair seems almost...devious?

please be safe. Try to understand. You're the smartest person I know, after all. Take care, and don't dwell on it too much. Maybe I'll let you peek once I get to the resort..maybe...we'll see. Lol. ;-) please, don't forget about me. I hope you feel the same way I do, or I'll feel silly if this was all for nothing. I know the rules state, no suicides, but I've obviously found a way around that. Good bye, and thank you for saving me.

with love,

-Temperance<3
-- This message has been sent to you by the Faculty of Medicine and Pharmaceuticals, Brookridge Academy of Excellency, Dated December 15

 

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[/url]"So if you need to hide we will keep you hidden from all evil prying eyes whether that be here or there, anywhere! And if you chose to go then we'll simply have to sneak you in. A simple feat for ones such as us."

Heidi stopped dead in her tracks. Her gaze slowly moved up Anthony's body and to his face. He seemed so proud of the things he said. Could it really be true? He seemed to be genuinely pleased with his statement. "R-really...?" she asked timidly. She liked Anthony. He was really nice, and a hero. Heroes were good. Heroes could help. Her mood was already relatively increasing. He made her smile. It was small, but there none the less.

"I could...I could go with? ...And hide?" Her eyes darted to Altair briefly, and then back to Anthony. He would help keep her from getting taken away. She didn't understand it. I don't understand it either deary. They were no help. No help at all. The only time she needed them was when they had nothing to say. "Why? Why are you helping?" It was directed at the both of them. And if the old man was down here, she would ask him too. Heidi had done nothing to deserve all this generosity, and yet it seemed to be continuously flowing.

 

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Altair rested his arm on the handle of his chair and placed his cheek on his fist. If there was one thing he liked about Anthony the most it was his pure innocence. "Its simple, because we are your friends. I've only known you for a little while but your already like a little sister to me" Altair said. "you have nothing to worry about Heidi. With the greatest hero sitting over there and the hero in training sitting right here there is nothing to fear what so ever" Altair said closing his eye with a big grin.

Going to the school was necessary in the teen's eyes. Events were going to happen and Altair needed to witness it with his own eyes. He couldn't just leave the girl since he felt it would be wrong to just abandon her.

 

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"Should we start packing?"

Brian nodded. "I think the sooner we get this done the better." He searched the room for a piece of paper and pen. He planned on leaving a note for his parents, in case they came home after the duo left. What if they didn't come home for a while... Brian pulled out his phone and texted both his mom and dad just for safe measure. He didn't expect them to respond, but at least he wouldn't get in trouble for not informing them.

Oh, what's this? A text from Anthony...?

Brian smiled slightly at the boy's thoughtful text. He quickly replied with a simple thank you and said he and Aileen were safe. He looked up to her. "It's Anthony. It seems like he texted everyone this message: (Brian prompted to read the message out loud). I told him we were fine. And also, the power's out so you should save some battery on your phone." With that being said, Brian followed his own advice and shut it off, slipping it into his pocket.

 

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Laughing and grinning Anthony felt better than ever right now. He then walked over to Heidi, placing a hand on her shoulder to reassure the girl, as that's what all the cool heroes did. "Did you miss the speech? This is what heroes do, it's in our blood! Besides, you're a cool kid so you belong with us. Right Altair?"

Removing his hand he noticed his phone ringing again. Wow, quite the popular hero today now wasn't here?

Oh, sweet!

"Speaking of, it seems like the Master of Logic is going too. Just got invited to check the place out and will be meeting at the monorail. I," his gaze lifted from the screen to the Jr. Hero, "I can get a ride. Unless you two wanna come with?"

 

John was hungry. John was tired. He would have to feed himself and the girl soon. He reread the text from Cherno again, then he double checked the number, yep, that was his number. He immediately rushed into the library to grab little El and go but then he stooped. It had been days, amnesia or not, since he spoke to Cherno. What if this was a trap. Demons couldn't alter records, right? She wasn't that strong. No way. He took Eleanora's hand without thinking and walked her to the nearest bus stop, he was sick of riding this filthy thing, but he had no choice right now. He kept half a mind in his thoughts and another half in vigilant for trouble.

The bus came and once they used their passes, he had them on the way to Frontier Station. He didn't know if Cherno had a plan, but surely if it were just them then they could think of something. It was when they were together as a group did things turn south. He let her hand go and turned to face her, he should at least explain abruptly leaving the library. "Don't worry, we are still going to check out the school in Brookridge, we're just 'gonna take a train. You will like the scenery, it really green. And my friend is going to pay for it all." Because I'm running low on cash.

 

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[/url]Heidi jumped at the sudden contact brought on by Anthony. He and Altair both tried to assure her that it was because they liked her. She still found it hard to believe, but couldn't help but smile. Altair said she was like his little sister and Anthony called her cool. I've never been called cool before. She watched as his hand left her shoulder and a residual warm spot remained there. Contact. It felt nice. Something she wasn't used to. Her eyes followed his hands as he looked at his phone. He seemed excited about something.

"Speaking of, it seems like the Master of Logic is going too. Just got invited to check the place out and will be meeting at the monorail. I," his gaze lifted from the screen to Altair, "I can get a ride. Unless you two wanna come with?"

Who was the Master of Logic? Heidi furrowed her brow in frustration. She really knew so few people. Unless we want to come with...unless we want to come with... It...it was an invitation. The second one she had received in the last few days. Invitations were great and she rarely received them. Her eyes darted to Altair, hope and excitement etched on her face. "C-can we? It sounds like...like fun." She wanted to go with. To do things with people, but she was afraid he would say no. I wonder if we could take the Lamborghini again. That would be fun, but the old man seemed rather upset about it. Probably not then.