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[/url]"I know the now.

I study the past.​

To Predict the Future."​

xxxxxxxMarina tapped away on her phone, looking up various things on the internet. She needed to order a new deck of cards. Her last ones were either lost in the crash or destroyed by her mother. The woman would never admit to it, but it was most likely the latter. Her phone buzzed in her hand as a new message came through. She clicked over to the speech bubble icon, checking the sender. Benjamin, or more specifically, Olivia. Marina had not be anticipating a response, so it was both welcoming and a tad bit annoying. She had only sent the white-haired girl a message out of curtesy.

xxxxxxxShe sighed and rested her head against the pillow, having already ripped the god forsaken bow from her hair. It would be best to take Olivia up on her offer relatively soon. What could she ask of the girl? The desire to have any further discussions with the girl was little to none.

xxxxxxxThe letter weighed heavily on her mind. How was she to even go about this? Sure she could come up with some sort of story, but to actually find the person and convince him? That was another matter. What would Crestatia due to them if they did not follow the task listed in the letter? How much time did they have left to complete it? She wondered what the others had received. Was it similar in nature, tailored to each person's individual personality, or just completely random?

xxxxxxxShe pressed send and closed her eyes. Maybe a nap was in order. It would be a fine way to rid herself of this cruel fate for a small window of time.

 

Marcus was flinging very angry birds as he rested against the counter in the kitchen. He was getting used to Altair's body but he longed for his. To be this tall at fourteen felt old. He was glad he was as tall as he was was. Their voices drifted into the room he was in as he flung more birds and knocked down more buildings and structures with his bird army. He almost grinned, if this were not the time for it. Sighing he perked up immediately when his phone vibrated in his hand to let him know a messaged had come in. He shut the app down and poked open his messages inbox. Ah, one from Marina. He was glad he had someone to text. Otherwise, this phone would be so useless.

:To Marina: --Just say the when and where. The sooner the better, I think. Also the safer too. I'm thinking the police station. Or whoever has the safest house. Where are you?

*Marcus*--

Another text? Who was it from? Olivia! He scrolled through the text's history, how could he miss a helicopter ride invitation?! Ugh, well at least it was a bust apparently, he wondered what happened there. He flipped his phone horizontally then his thumbs began to tap out a text to the girl he still thought was sporting flowing white hair.

:To Olivia: --You have to tell me if you're okay! I'm good, but the snake situation is still the same, if not worse. I'll have to work up the courage to check out a window soon. I think it's so bad that they're still roaming the halls, I just heard one get shot. I hope it's dead. Someone has to know about these snakes. On how they can be stopped, or something. Let me know if you find anything, I'll be looking too.

*Marcus*--

 

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[/url]xxxxxxxAltair softly smiled as he raised his hand and pet the girl's hair like he usually did "I already told you didn't I? I will always be there for you, I promise....but Heidi you have to make me a promise. Promise me that whenever you have a problem, no matter how hard it is to do so...please tell me so I can try to help you...alright?"

xxxxxxxHeidi looked up the length of his(Marcus's) body and blinked back tears. He really wanted to help? She would have to try-- try to believe he won't leave. He promised, but there were just so many false promises before. Too many people were frightened by her. Too many people left. Trust. That's what he wanted, right? It's what she wanted too. She wanted to trust people, but it was difficult. "All...all right," she mumbled. Heidi let go of Altair's waist and used his arm to pull herself up. Bare feet pressed firmly against the cool floor.

xxxxxxxShe was hungry now, but there was the potential risk of the school still being infested with snakes. Snakes. The paralyzing feeling she had last night came back as the snake came out in front of her and she pictured Altair with the gun. Swallowing, Heidi turned to look at him, her nerves clear on her face. "Why do you have a gun? What do you need it for?" She stared at him vacantly, lost in her mind once more.

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{ DAY : 24 - 2/3 } • { DECEMBER 23, 2012 }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : . . . }​

xxxxxxxxxx Silence.

Various doctors had come in and out of her room, pointlessly checking her status even thought it would remain the same that it had been five minutes ago. Kallisti was unchanging at the moment. She was sitting up in her bed, her eyes on the pitifully small television in the high corner of the room, watching it seemingly mindlessly. Her eyes did not move and only blinked every now and then. In her lap rested her hands, only moving to adjust her hair that would occasionally fall into her pale face.

She was very tired.

When would she be permitted to leave the hospital, she wondered? She didn't like hospitals, but had no violent objection to being in one. It was only that they made her quite uncomfortable - not particularly fond of them, if you will. Sterile hallways doused in the strong, potent smell of antiseptic; occasionally, one would come across a hallway that smelled of something different, something much more . . . alive. Natural?

How to describe the smell of death . . .

Kallisti wondered, was she still allowed to take her chance at summoning Crestatia? Now that she rested in an iron cell, awaiting the executor's ax, there wasn't much that she had to lose. Then again, Crestatia, "despising" her as she did, might not tolerate a deal with her, may let it go sour.

What of Analynne, she wondered? She had yet to be seen, and she wondered if summoning her was out of the que -

On the stand next to her bed, her phone let out its message chime.

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Quin,

I hope you're doing okay.
How are you feeling? Both mentally and physically.
Thank you for pulling me out of there the other day.

- Cristina​

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How was she feeling? A silent laugh left her mouth. Pulling her out? Another laugh. Kallisti had saved her, yes, and while she would like it if Cristina didn't die, she wanted her body to be safe, too. Selfish? Oh, she cared no longer for that. Being selfless was unhelpful, and she decided it was time to not care about anyone anymore, unless it would benefit her, unless it would give her happiness.

Of course, she would still be cordial. She was raised with better manners than that.

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Cristina,​

It seems you are well. I am glad.​

I am well, myself. A little tired.​

You are welcome. We couldn't have you dying, could we?​

Perhaps I shall see if I can come visit you soon.​

- Quintus​

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Ah, it seemed that she had another message pending. Miss Olivia, she had replied. Kallisti read the message and blinked.

Dear Miss Lein,
I am well.
I was unable to follow the rest of yourselves because of the presence of the police.
I suppose, in time,
I shall tell you of my qualms with them.
However, what is of more importance is your personal well being.

I assure you that it is in my guilt that I led to the harm that you face.
That is a positively terrible first impression. Like a falsetto hitting the wrong note.
I am ... filled with much regret.
Please tell me any outstanding injuries you may have.
I have, at my disposal, some tools that may provide temporary relief to your pain.
-- Olivia​

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The police, hmm? What sort of past did Miss Olivia have that would have her going out of her way to avoid officials? It didn't seem to matter much, she would find out in time. Her well being? All of these people worrying about her, how nice. Annoying . . .

Miss Olivia,​

It is pleasing to hear you are well.​

I look forward to the time where you tell me of your past.​

My personal state seems to be undamaged, I am the same, if not a little tired.​

Do not worry so much about what has happened. The past is the past, yes?​

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Tools, hmm? I am interested, yet my injuries are minor. ​

- Quintus​

Kallisti began to think of the death of Madeline. Miss Temperance had died that time, too, hadn't she? Kallisti wondered why. She recalled the auditorium; she and Cherno Plume had seemed rather close, hadn't they? But with Cherno's case of amnesia, she felt his memory of her was scattered. What a shame.

Thinking on it, Kallisti Lein and Cherno Plume were not all so different, were they?

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[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SIGH ]​

xxxxxxxxxx So Kallisti was in the hospital? Harley heard about the helicopter crash on the news after dressing for the day. A news team had been on the scene and behind the reporter, Harley had spotted a paramedic carrying off a small girl with blonde hair and baby blue eyes. That had been Kallisti; unless, of course, she and little Cristina had switched back bodies.

He should go visit her, today.

Allison had been up, but it seemed that Elizabeth was still sleeping. Maybe they would want to come, too. Maybe not. Harley would be lying if he said that he wanted them to come. It was nice to ask? Harley didn't really care to ask.

" Kallisti's in the hospital. " he told them, " I'm going to visit her, soon. What about you guys? "

 

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Time seemed to move in slow motion now. But... since when had time even moved normally ever since they had received that cryptic email? Tyler tried to think back, missing those old days where everything seemed so simple. Those days as a kid where he grew up along side Quin without a care in the world. Sure... things hadn't changed much even into his teenage years. That's just how it was. But... that was life, and Tyler was happy with such a thing. Living day after day without worrying about the hard stuff. Some might call it ignoring the problems of life, but for Tyler it was simple... He would have time to worry about that stuff later. ...Yes.
TIME
Time. That had been true. Then it had come; The email, and thus time became so limited. One Hundred Days to live. And Tyler's fate had therefore been sealed along with so many others. ...Or maybe his fate - no... Everyone's fate had already been sealed long ago. Maybe this had been formulated well in advance and was the workings of some even bigger game. This was just a small piece of the puzzle, and all Tyler and everyone else amounted to were pieces in said game. Pawns.

Step. Step. Step.

Thoughts of his mother came to him. Tyler had been raised well by the woman. She'd raised him all alone and frankly, whether he be considered biased or not, he thought she had done a brilliant job considering. After all... his father had just abandoned his mother before he was born. Demanding she get an abortion, and attacking her when she refused. ...Tyler had never met the man, but wondered what he would have said or done if he ever did. ...Would he have hit him? Just cursed at him? ...Been hopeless?
...Whatever right? It didn't matter anyway. That's just how Tyler had worked through things. Not worrying about the things you couldn't control. Worrying wouldn't help change something you couldn't control. So why worry? It worked right? Enough of his father though... Right now, The boy was walking to see his mother. ...This was his fault wasn't it? ...His mother wasn't a part of the email, sure. These events though were clearly part of Crestatia's game and now his own mother had been dragged into it. "Dammit!" His fist met a wall as he walked past.
He ignored the pain, putting his hand into his pocket and continuing on.

Tyler had always been able to keep strong throughout anything. Any situation, no matter what it was, Tyler wouldn't give up and would go as far as it took to keep positive and to come out on top. That was the way he rolled. It was his Creed~
He would just dig and dig forwards and until he'd broken through the wall in his way, and then he'd proudly point to the sky and look to those with him and give them a big smile.
...Those with him..
...Quin. The girl was certainly like a sister to Tyler. ...He hadn't seen her for a while now, but he wished he could see her. As strong as Tyler was... he was hurting now. ...He was ready to break. But no. As usual, the thought of Quin gave him strength. That was right. He'd promised hadn't he? He'd protect her. No matter what that meant, he'd do it. ...That's how it was. Tyler was still as resolved as ever.
...He'd already failed to protect Abby... There was no way he could let himself fail to protect Quin.
~He'd have to die first~Tyler approached a road, and waited for his chance to cross. ...First thing first was that he'd check on his mother. Yes.
He pulled out his phone and began to type a text.

And the text was sent.
...
Tyler was suddenly falling. ...Had he been pushed?
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No wait... He'd felt something grab his collar and throw him. That's right. ...Time was going slower now than it had seemed to even before. Tyler was still in mid-air as a wave of thoughts rushed into him. ...He could already tell. ...This was it right?
He tried to twist himself round to see who his attacker was but it was for naught. Whoever it was had been lost in a crowd of people, probably observing and completely safe from amidst the chaos. So smart, blended with the crowd, it'd seem like Tyler had simply tripped or something.
He hit the ground and only had time to look up to see the car heading towards him.
He closed his eyes with surprising calmness and clarity.
He had failed to save Abby and now he'd be joining her. He wouldn't be able to save Quin but... well, as much as it felt weird admitting it, if anything... Harley would look after her too.
As for his mother... he'd never know what happened to her... maybe he'd see her sooner rather than later... but he hoped she'd still be able to live a long life. He couldn't bear to imagine how she'd grieve for him... ...Quin too for that matter.
Either way, this was the end of the road - excuse the pun.
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The car hit.

Tyler Ashes was dead.

 

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Bronagh woke up again, this time her medication had finally worn off. She felt her phone vibrating next to her and ignored it. But it kept annoying her after a while to the point she put it on the table next to her. Ugh what is all the fuss about. I'm not checking that goddamn phone.​

Bronagh turned her head and saw a black haired boy sitting in a chair next to her bed. His face was lowered to a phone and his eyes had red contacts in them. He had face paint around his eye that was a black swirl. His right eye was bigger than his left, significantly. Usually he wore a black hood over his head that covered his entire face along with black gloves and a whole attire.​

This is why he earned his nickname, Shadow.​

Bronagh was quiet, staring at the guy for a second, before she replied, "Hi..."​

His head show up immediately as he jumped to the side of the bed, touching her leg causing a jolt of pain as he spoke quickly, "Bronagh! Bro are you alright? I heard about you from my mom... she's one of the people cleaning up the helicopter..."​

Bronagh gritted her teeth as she pushed his hand off her leg, "I am fine."​

Shadow didn't care about her pushing him away and quickly hugged her, Bronagh didn't appreciate the embrace but did not push him away. "I was so worried, I didn't get any replies back from you I honestly thought-"​

"Oh my god Shadow you are HURTING ME."​

Shadow let go and backed away holding his hands out in defense before pulling a box out of his pocket and handing it out towards her, "I wanted to make sure you were okay..."​

"Shadow I don't want anything..."​

"Please, it's a gift, I planned on giving it to you regardless of this incident."​

Bronagh sighed and grabbed the box, pulling it towards her and slowly opening it. Inside was a necklace with a jeweled dragonfly.​

"Don't lose it."​

"...no I can't take this."​

"Please? I got it made for you."​

"You did not..."​

"Please Bronagh, do you like it?"​

Bronagh looked down at it and smiled at Shadow, "Yes. Yes I do."​

"So how about that date?"​

"Oh for crying out loud Shadow!"​

"I didn't mean now. I understand that. I was thinking, maybe if you were out of here we could go and see the fireworks out at North Beach like we used to. Just to catch up. No need to really call it a date."​

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Bronagh sat looking up at him, she smiled genuinely, she remembered why she had liked him in the first place, he was always trying to make her happy, even if she rejected it. She was about to speak when something shouted at her.​

Absolutely NO romance​

Bronagh's smile faded as she looked back down at the necklace, "N-no, I'm sorry. I can't."​

"Your wheelchair will totally not be a problem my car ha-"​

"I can't Shadow I just can't..."​

Shadow's face showed clear disappointment before he spoke, "It's because of me isn't it? I, I understand... but if you change my mind. You know my number."​

He started to walk out, Bronagh didn't look up but spoke, "Shadow, thank you. Thanks for visiting me."​

Shadow stopped for a second but continued without acknowledging her again.​

She sat still for a few minutes, listening to people walk around and converse. Bronagh looked at the dragonfly again and smiled. She picked up the necklace and put it on, humming a soft tune.​

One of the nurses stopped and looked at it, "Wow, did that boy give that to you? Those are real jewels, I can tell just by looking at them. That must have cost the boy a fortune..."​

Oh dear god no don't do this to me.​

Are you even allowed to talk to people like this? Do you not get rich clients here all the time?​

Who the hell hired you? You're the same nurse that let me out yesterday.​

"...um."​

"Oh I'm sorry, that was very rude of me. Er, you may have to take it off often though, because you still have that one more surgery."​

"I have another surgery?!"​

"Oh I'm sorry, I think the doctor left a note when you were sleeping?"​

"...Oh..."​

Bronagh looked at her table and wouldn't you know it, there it was. Bronagh picked it up and opened it.​

Spoiler: Doctor's Note

Hello Miss Williamson,
One of our tests before surgery has indicated that the incident caused more damage to an already previous injury on your head. We wish to check this out, as it could pose a serious threat to both your mental and physical stability.

and the doctor signed his name in that scribble I cannot comprehend​

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"No no NO, absolutely NOT. I do NOT give you permission to open up my head! It is unneeded!" Bronagh couldn't handle it. She gripped onto the bed and was clearly stressing out. Heck even the heart monitor knew.​

"We have been given permission by your mother to do so."​

OH MY GOD MOM. WHY.​

Bronagh shook her head rapidly, "No please, it is unnecessary."​

"You may speak to the doctor, I will go and get him for you..."​

Bronagh growled out, "No! You tell him I do not give consent. I will leave here with my head untouched!"​

The nurse walked out quickly and Bronagh grabbed her head and tried to calm down. She really did not want to be stressed out again, but it was already happening all over again.​

 

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Matt woke slowly and found with some considerable relief that his body was still his own. Although with his muscles still tender that might not be a brilliant thing, Casey's body had been an interesting experience, not necessarily a bad one. With some effort he forced himself out of bed, he wasn't wasting another day in bed. At least his muscles weren't in agony like they had been the day before.

He managed to make himself a breakfast of porridge with sausage, ketchup and ice cream, topped with treacle. It was his speciality. There were many people who doubted such a combination of food but he did not care. It tasted good and looked like, well like the kitchen had exploded. He made a little bit of a mess while making it but that was all part of the fun. While making that he managed to simultaneously gather up everything he'd need for a full day of pranking. The items varied a lot and with them there was no knowing how he might use them to reek havok. Though there was no denying that Casey was his main target, he had to get revenge for the state his body had been left in.

 

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[/url]"I know the now.

I study the past.​

To Predict the Future."​

xxxxxxxxxxxxMarina opened her eyes at the sound of her phone. Maybe sleep was not the answer. Shame. It sounded like such a nice idea. She tapped the button on the side and swiped away the lock on the screen. Another message. She was awfully popular today, and with people that were not her clients. How very very interesting. It was Marcus again. She smiled. The poor boy was about as much of a loner as Casey, always wrapped up in his games. She did not mind his presence though, and usually had some way to entertain her.​

xxxxxxxThat was a good question. Surely they should all gather. That was the purpose of the meeting in the dining hall that never occurred. The needed to organize, but with so many still in the hospital, it would be difficult. Unless... She frowned at the idea. Marina never invited anyone to the party, aside from Dylan-- but he has yet to attend--, but this might be the perfect opportunity. It would also provide for a little fun, help ease the minds. It would give everyone plenty of notice. They would have time to get ready. Her mother would be pleased. 'Making connections for the future.' As she referred to it.

xxxxxxxShe smiled and hit send, then flipped to Tumblr. She needed to take care of this letter business. Would Crestatia give her until New Year's? Somehow, I doubt that. Marina typed in a message before noticing something posted from Quintus, or Kallisti, whichever she preferred. She had addressed herself as Quintus in the note, but was told her name was Kallisti by her father. He had everyone's name and information after paying their medical expenses. Maybe she went by both, it was hard to tell with some people. Marina responded to her and they began a quick chat. By the time it was done, there was a prompt response to her Alex Rhodes message. Some boy named Anthony, based on his page.

xxxxxxxShe studied his page briefly, noticing the title at the top. Failed Hero? Why did he believe he was a failure? Maybe she could meet with him to, and talk. If he so openly believed he was a failure, then there was plenty burdening him. Getting through his problems would be a delight, not that she would show it. Marina was empathetic to those she helped.

 

Nate was currently spending his time at the Coffee shop, browsing things on his computer like he always did. Though he wasn't on any social media site, well there was tumblr, but not right now. Instead he was looking through his files and repairing anything that needed to be fixed. Being someone who heavily used any sort of electronic device, he had to make sure that they were in top condition. He wouldn't want to repeat what had happened last time his devices all stopped working.

 

[ LEVEL TWENTY-FOUR - BGM24 - STATUS: ??? - UPDATE ]​

After waking Anthony found himself traveling around campus, having been told the people from the lab had the snake problem under control (who knew if that was the truth or a rumor), when he heard that he was dead.

Anthony Evans, dead on campus. Boy was that weird. However, this at least gave him some clue as to whose body he was in, as his was found in front of an Alex Rhode's room. So that who was actually dead... (because making him believe this makes things easier shut up about there being hardly any evidence to it get out) There was remorse, yes, but he also felt relief for it not being someone he knew. Did this make him a bad person? He sure felt bad...

Shaking it off for the time being he moved on, hearing that they may of been another incident on campus. This caused the boy to open his phone and check Tumblr to see who was still posting and if any blogs had gone quiet. It was then when he noticed a post addressed to Alex. He replied as if he was still himself, but when they then talked to Quin about the switch he figured that this girl had to be apart of this as well. He nearly told her about Alex's death and him being stuck in his body but...shouldn't deaths be announced in person?

But in all honesty he just wished to get off this campus before someone else died. So he got her address and some cash before leaving to catch a cab there, finding it to be a manor or estate or... What was even the difference between these things? They all were impressive and would have left the boy in awe either way. He even had to be let in like in the movies.

Once the taxi driver was paid he went inside, looking around with his mouth agape, and an otherwise lost expression.

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Elizabeth woke up just in time to hear Harley speak, though she remained still for a few more moments so she could think. Would it be worth going along with them this time? She didn't really think so at first but then convinced herself that it could be if this new person proved interesting.

So she said she'd go but decided to go back to her dorm for a shower and a change of clothes first. Once that was settled she returned, prepped for departure.

 

CRISTINA & KALLISTI ARE SWITCHED!!
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[/url]"I know the now.

I study the past.​

To Predict the Future."​

xxxxxxxIt was a little while wait for the boy to appear. She had not anticipated a stranger to come to the family house. Her mother would not like that if she knew. Marina had informed the security to page her room upon the arrival, as not to disturb anyone else. When the taxi finally arrived at the gate, there was a loud buzzing that echoed all throughout her bedroom. She eased out of the bed carefully and tiptoed over to the speaker, pressing the call button. "Hello."​

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xxxxxxx"Someone here to see you ma'am."​

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xxxxxxx"Let them in."​

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xxxxxxxThere was a grunt of acknowledgment through the speaker before she heard the familiar sound of the gate unlatching. Marina released her finger from the button and the speaker cut out, filling her room with silence once more. She would have to move quickly, not that that was actually an option. Tiptoeing across the room and to her closet, she pulled out a pair of cream slippers. There was no way she would be venturing about in the wheelchair any further. They were just some cuts on her feet. They did not hurt too bad, and the Vicodin helped greatly.​

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xxxxxxxWhat she did not understand, was why this Anthony boy needed to meet in person to tell her about Alex Rhodes. A simple phone number or dorm room number would have sufficed. She tread lightly down the grand staircase, using the banister as support. Slippers made walking on the polished wooden steps difficult (they also did not go well with her dress- not that she liked the dress), but she managed none the less.​

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xxxxxxxMarina was halfway down the stairs when the boy walked in. "Welcome Anthony." She greeted him with a wide grin, and soft sing-songy voice. However, it took only but a moment for her to realize her mistake. "-Or, Alex I should say." She moved quicker down the stairs, taking the last few steps much faster then before. "I must say, I was not anticipating you. From my conversation with that Anthony boy, I expected him to arrive, not you." Her smile grew to be more tender, puckering bright red lips in his direction. She had been checking out his tumblr page, among other things. If Crestatia intended for her to do this, she needed to know whom to look for. He was not bad on the eyes, but she was startled by his arrival. Now what? Could she orchestrate a plan fast enough?​

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xxxxxxxShe took him by his arm and began to lead him in the direction of the parlor room. "I do hope you do not mind my abrasiveness. I am just so thrilled to finally meet you in person." Marina batted her long eyelashes at him, still smiling. How long could she keep up the charade?​

 

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Cristina had her phone in her hand, ready to reply to Quin, but in a flash, she found herself in a different room. She could tell that it was still in the same hospital. The layout of the room was very similar. Had she switched back to her own body? Cristina ran her fingers through down her hair, moving the last few strands forward. It was indeed her blonde hair. She found Quin's phone beside her, looked at her reflection in it. She was indeed back in her own body, but were her eyes swollen? Had Quin been crying? It was most likely her own private matters however, so Cristina just shrugged it off. One of her fingers had a heart rate monitor attached to it, on her arm there was an IV tube and, honestly, she was tempted to rip both off. Now that the girl was back in the right body, she was ready to leave.

I need to get out of this place... Everything that had happened over the past couple of days was driving her insane, and being kept in a hospital room was not helping the cause. When she had switched bodies, she was stressed. When Harley came to take Quin away, she felt lonely. When she heard about the snakes, she was cautious. When the helicopter came crashing down, she was in shock. And now, sitting up on the hospital bed in the room, she felt trapped, lonely and stressed all at the same time. She also felt somewhat sick, but automatically assumed that it was a result of the pregnancy. She had been away from it for a few days and returning to it would require some adjustment. She rubbed her hand on her stomach. You're okay, right?

Being back in her body, she tried to keep her past memories of hospitals away in the back of her mind. It was difficult though. Fragments of her worst memories kept appearing and they really bothered her. Thinking of them now would do her no good- the heart rate monitor would have probably increased and alerted the doctors. They wouldn't let her leave after that, and that's not what she wanted. I have to keep calm. Maybe I should dr- Cristina remembered that her sketchbook and her entire bag were back in the other room. Quin's room. And Quin's phone was actually with her right now. She decided to head over to her roommate's room, return her phone and retrieve her bag at the same time. But first she would have to ask for directions.

Cristina opened her mouth to call out to a nurse, but remembered that she had gone back to a world where speech was impossible and frowned. Instead, she waved her right hand in the air, hoping to catch a nurse's attention. It did. When the nurse walked in, Cristina looked around for her keyboard. She was sure that it must have been there somewhere, but she couldn't find it at that moment, and instead used a notepad she found beside her.

Do you think I can go visit my friend? Her name is Quin Lein.

The nurse thought for a moment. She looked over at the wires connected to her as well as the tubes and frowned. But Cristina needed something to distract her in order to maintain her sanity. She needed her sketchbook. Cristina added to the note, on the next line: Please???

The nurse sighed, nodded and detached the heart rate monitor as well as some of the other less important wires. The IV understandably had to be kept on, so she would have to roll the stand holding the IV fluid along with her. Cristina held Quin's phone in her hand. The nurse helped her stand, as well as navigate herself to Quin's room.

Standing at the door, Cristina looked over at Quin, and then walked over. The nurse stayed by the door. She bent her knees to pick up her bag, held out Quin's phone for her to take.

 

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Upon hearing those words the teen's eyes immediately widened upon hearing those exact words. It was a question he had expected, but even so he was still caught off guard by it. He wished to hide the gun, to let nobody see it, but the situation called for it and he had no choice but to use it. "This gun..." Altair said as he stopped and placed his hand on his head. The migraine returned at full force and it became for too unbearable to merely ignore. "I-I need it, I need it to kill the person that ruined my life" Altair said forcing the explanation out of his mouth. Unable to bear it anymore, Altair stood up and walked towards the door "I-I need some time outside...I'll be back, don't you worry" Altair said as he immediately opened the door and closed the door with a bang.

The sudden bang caused Casey to awake from his slumber and immediately look around "What the hell what that?" Casey yelled as he glanced around and looked over at Heidi "ah morning Heididy!" Casey said happily



Altair stumbled down the hallway, it was unlike him to merely lose his cool like that but it was something that couldn't be helped. His hand gripped tightly on the gun in his pocket and he wouldn't dare let any of those snakes dare kill him now. He needed air, but he needed to be alone. He stumbled on and reached a perfect destination, the rooftop.

Kill him...you wish to kill him

But is that possible? the timer has been set, will you finish it in time?

Just how far will you go to do so? Just what will happen next? You say you will risk your life, but in reality your life has gained...true purpose

Zedler is not your main purpose and neither is that girl....whats most important to you is the game.

You could have ignore it all, you could have simply put the invitation to the academy away and merely stay where it is safe, but you chose to come. You chose to watch the madness unfold.

Death, despair, anguish, joy, hatred, love...you've bore witness to it all ever since this all began. Your time as the observer is reaching its end, you will soon have to act...

You truly are a broken man who seeks salvation...isn't it time to end that pursuit?

Tears ran down the teen's face as he stared up at the heavens and grinned a chaotic grin "Isn't it time I reveal my true self to the world?" Altair said as he began to let out a crazed laughter.

 

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Before he could even protest to being the host Darrius had went ahead and pointed him out as just that. Then, they waited.

...

After a few moments of silence Elliot simply blinked before returning to Google, looking through more entries before closing out of the app entirely. He should have figured this would be a waste of time. However, as much as he wished to blow this whole thing off he couldn't. There were just too many variables.

Such as they could have simply needed a different summoning ritual. And Olivia said she also switched and unlike Marina he trusted her not to lie so...he was buying this whole thing. He was just still unsure how to take it. Perhaps...it could be considered a science. An experiment on a grand scale. This made Miss C a scientist like himself, and like all scientist she must wished for interesting data. What exactly those may be was lost on him though it was at least a start for him to adjust to this new setting.

So what was the hypothesis? What did she want from all these subjects? What about them drew her in to pick them out of everyone in the world? It had to be potential to bring results. What results were she looking for though?

Sighing from the lack of answers he mumbled something to himself. "Being able to study her would prove useful..."

Maybe he could learn something from the rules?

No telling anyone outside of it: controlled environment. Was she a control freak?
No taking your own life: would run out of subjects before all hundred days.
No deal making: ...with other demons? Oh. She really did seem like a control freak. He meant that in the nicest way though, considering how he was one too.
No romance: this one confused him. Was it just to make them suffer or did she dislike romance? Or was there a deeper meaning to it? With it being a rule, and humans intent on breaking rules, she may just wished to see how they will go about it. Or perhaps it is because humans long for love, therefore using this to break them and perhaps even leading them to rule number two. Or maybe she was just one of those types who thought love made one weak and to win something like this you had to prove yourself to be strong.

Interesting set of rules. Simple, short, though not very specific. That gave so much room for loopholes, was that the reason for them not being specific? Maybe proving yourself smart enough to find them was one of the major points here. Though there wasn't exactly any rule he intended to break, not at the time being anyway. Would prove fun trying some other time though, but for now there were enough issues at hand stopping him from being free to try.

"Do you have anymore ideas?"

 

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Even in the bright lights of this world, the coffee tasted dark and bitter upon his lips.

Cherno sat alone, his back turned to the rest of the world of the small shop. His hands trembled from the comforting warmth that the bitter drink brought to his senses. It made him feel real. It made him feel awake in this unrealistically bright and lively world. And yet? And yet his eyes still contained their dead, dim intonation. He felt terrible for Eleanora. Fuck. Why did he have to ruin her bright physique with his horrible, dismal qualities? It was a curse, for him to ruin all he touched. He gripped the white wand tightly in his tiny gloved left hand, holding it with the grip of a viper, whitening his knuckles.

The pain hurt. It flowed through his arm. But it was dulled. Cloth worked. Why did he feel it so much?

He sipped the coffee again, and slumped his head on the table. His soft, blonde locks fell around him like feathery snowflakes. His full, youthful cheeks puffed slightly in consternation.
Nobody contacted him anymore.
Nobody cared. Who would care about a man such as him? Stuck in a world that does not fit his limits, and personal limits that do not fit his world? His memory was as spotty as ever. His headaches were dull but still omnipresent. He wanted to leave. Leave everything. Yeah. That'd be great. That be wonderful ...

But he couldn't.
No damn way.
He-- he had memories to pick up.
He slowly picked out his phone from his pocket. Move through texts. Move through texts. He still had the letter from Temperance on his priority tag. The more he read it, the more it pierced his heart. The more he wanted to know about her. He only knew bits and pieces. Bits and pieces. An unfinished jigsaw puzzle. And his past before the e-mail? Why, it was completely empty. What luck, Cherno Plume. What luck.

The entire shop was filled with a lazy, slow air, as if possessed by a western saloon. A ceiling fan drifted about slowly overhead, dust falling from its lethargic blades. People were silent, hushed, like small creatures, dominated by their shadows and hovering only over their coffee. It was not what Cherno would expect from a coffee house on campus. But then again, the damn vipers were slithering themselves all throughout the place.

"Why you so dull, girl?"

W-
W-what?
Cherno looked up. Staring back at him from behind the counter was an old lady with droopy eyes. Height short. Rather lower than average. Walked with gait. Possible past experience of physical injury? Skin tone-- huh. Her skin tone was untraceable. As if she was a melange of all sorts of backgrounds and patchworks in her history.
Cherno's lips trembled, and he slowly opened his small mouth to say something in return. But he couldn't find the words.
"Huh?" She asked. "I ain't hear you. My hearing's ain't grand."
"Nothing ..."
"What? Speak up, lassie!"
Her voice was harsh and jagged. Cherno flinched away, curling himself ever so closer into a ball.
He paused and breathed in, before opening his eyes and staring their dull, lifeless visions into the lady in front of her.

"It isn't anything, you dig. I'm already dead."

"What?" The old lady looked incredulous, her mouth frozen in half a grimace and half a smile.
"I'm dead." Cherno raised his head and lowered his eyes to emphasize. He looked very much like a pissed off lion. "D-E-A-D. Dead. You're looking at a shimmyin' little ghost, you catch me friend?"
"Ridicubabble!" She threw out her hands in exaggerated frustration. "Stop playin' tricks w' me! You're a slurpin' that coffee like it's a donzy manger stilk bonker. Are ye gonna boggart off to tell my chops why you're eyes are gummer than a fox-face twice?"
Cherno winced. Not at her vanilla breath. Not at her violent gesticulations that always seemed to accompany indescribable accents. But from the very fact someone took the time to notice him.

...

Fuck.
Fuck this.

He jumped up, slammed his hands on the table, and puffed out his pink cheeks.

"No. No, I'm not gonna say a right flyin' jive-tripping biscuit to your flowery face-hold. I'm tired. Fucking tired. Tired of everything. Tired of this institution. Tired of these colours. Tired of the coffee and the tininess and the pain. Tired of being unable to remember a right damn thing. Tired of waking up nights just shimmying in my stop-hop jam-stomping bed flurry almost off the damn fucking thing because I'm hap-stancing so hard for grasping and clutching at the stupid fucking memories that lie outside my heads like mocking unfly clouds having lost their silver linings and like snow they slip between my fucking fingers because my fucking fingers ain't right for my body and I will never get to see her ****ing face again in the worst betrayal of Cherno Plume. Cherno Plume is dead. Cherno Plume died a long time ago. Don't fucking tell me it's ridiculous when your staring a dead meister in the face."

The woman gazed at him with wide, unfettered eyes. She held her twitching fingers close to her, and she looked at Cherno with the stare of a caught rabbit.
"... For a tired, dead lass, you're pretty animated."
Cherno sat down and rested his head on the table.
"How much for the coffee." His question was more a statement of apathy.
"It's free."
"What?"
"I don't charge no dead lassies."
Cherno looked up slowly. The woman was smiling at him, her droopy eyes in upward, negative parabolas.

Oh.
Well.
Well then.
Cherno stood and began to walk away from the counter. Nobody had even turned to stare at his outburst, as if it were a common practice at these particular coffee shops. But it was expected. Would anyone listen to the silent wails of a dead man?
Ah.
He turned. The old woman was still staring at him, solemnly. He walked back to the counter, took out two dollar coins from his pocket, and placed them on the desk. No words. Just get out. She keeps the change. His feet, small, fitting perfectly in Eleanora's tiny doll-like shoes, shuffled out the door and into the cold air. He kicked the door of the shop closed behind him, the soft jingle of the bell echoing through the harsh winds that reddened his nose and cheeks. Cherno winced and hid his head in his scarf.

It was almost Christmas. A few more days.
He had the presents. But did the boy Anthony remember.
And what good would they be? They would remind him of the girl.
Temperance.
Right ...

How would she have spent this day? With him? With the Cherno who had all the memories of their adventures together and not simply fragments? Did she like that crazy raft? Did she ever say trustworthy comments to him beyond the denouement of everything? Did she get over that fear of water in the end? What happened? What happened to her? Who was she? Who was Temperance Spike, truly? And why did he have the right mind to get her to die?

Cherno pocketed his hand and gripped the wand tightly again. It seemed to surge with more power which tickled his fingers sharply, as if running sewing pins along their tips.

There was another girl.
Right?
There was.
Madeline. Madeline Moore is what the police said. Suchet ... where did he go? He promised. He promised Cherno. And like that, he disappeared.
But that girl. There was another girl with her. In the same instance as him.
It was ... Quan? Quail?
No, Quin. Quin, yes?
Quin.

How was she?
Maybe she understood the feelings.
Cherno's heart ached. He looked up at the sky. Oceans of grey clouds washed over whatever weak sunlight shone through. It was a bleak day. A dismal, pointless one, and yet, the life of this day seemed much more than any he had seen. It was such a dissonant experience.

...

He took out his phone.
Quin's number was there. Where was she? Where had they been? Cherno knew little about what had been going on around this place. He still had yet to meet any Brookridge kids besides the creepy guy with the-- with the glowing blue stuff.

Beep.
Text sent. Off to tell Eleanora before. Was she awake? Aah--

 

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"No, it's Anthony," he replied as she approached him after allowing himself to be lead into another room. He would have spoken up sooner but it had been rather dazzling, the whole place, and it threw him off. Not to mention he was here to announce the death of something.

She was all smiling and making strange faces. Were all rich people this weird?

Clearing his throat Anthony went over the lines he practiced on the way here. "We switched bodies, yeah? So sorry, but it's just me... And, well, if you really liked him... It just didn't feel right telling you online, you know?"

He took a deep breath and made sure to make eye contact, as TV made it appear very important, but once he said the next sentence his gaze fell to the floor.

"He's dead."

 

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After that short uneventful moment Darrius merely slouched and lowered his hand with a sigh "Well that was a bust" Darrius said lowering his head with a sigh. Looking up at his new buddy, Darrius watched him do his little nerdy thing. With a sigh Darrius took a seat on a nearby chair and crossed his arms as he waited. He needed to think about this much more thoroughly than before. If summoning the demoness was so simple then the other people in the email would have done it a million times by now. There had to be a purpose, but what...what would a demoness want. Most of the rules did not seem to benefit the demoness, but instead it seemed it was to merely bring misfortune to the participants.

Once particular rule had caught his attention the most and Darrius began to move his thoughts to that very one rule. The rule of no suicide was a very strange one. Had the demoness wished for their death then this rule wouldn't have been put in place. What the demoness wished for was the pawn to survive...and then it hit him. This demoness was just like that person...

"Entertainment..." Darrius said closing his eyes with a smirk. "The demoness' main goal is entertainment, to watch us squirm and to watch us despair, but most of all she wishes to witness something interesting" Darrius said. "I'll admit I've haven't really reacted much to the email and it hasn't really affected me so..." Darrius said as he glanced back at Elliot "but if we are to assume that this body switching is the work of C....well then I would assume we are like this because there is something wrong we are doing....or maybe because we are doing absolutely nothing" Darrius said. Trying to get to the bottom of the problem.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx It had been a change that she hadn't paid attention to. After she finished her messages, she simply laid her phone and hand back onto her lap, waiting for their vibration once more. It hadn't come though, and with one simple blink, the room had been different. Not greatly, but she did notice a change. Bandages in different places, pains in different places, and her dark hair cascaded messily over her shoulders.

Switched back, was she? How ironic, for she thought Crestatia wasn't mature enough for that - it seemed she was proved wrong, this time. Kallisti didn't mind that, though, being wrong. Not with this; she was back in her own body, and any trouble she might cause in the near future wouldn't be blamed on Cristina. Then again, that certainly would have been a fantastic way to get away with the trouble she caused.

She wondered why she had been changed back. Perhaps it was random? It certainly didn't feel like that.

Now that things were completely normal once more, there were many things that needed to be done. It is a shame, she thought, that I cannot win this game that Madeline died during. Do you think she would like that? The question in her mind was directed at no one in particular.

Kallisti looked at the IV in her hand for a moment and then decided she didn't need it, so she pulled it out, and grabbed some bandages from a drawer and wrapped it around her hand to suppress the bleeding. There was nothing else hooked up to her, and so she stood from the bed, feeling the bareness that the hospital gown provided her with. Annoying . . . She didn't have her phone with her to call anyone, so that was o -

The door opened, and at it stood Cristina, staring at her, with her phone held out. Kallisti blinked, and without saying a word, she took it from the other girl's hand. An e-mail had been received; she wondered who it was from. Looking back up at Cristina, she said thank you, and then asked them to excuse themselves, for she was going to check out, soon. The nurse that had accompanied Cristina look tentatively at Kallisti, but she was having none of it and asked them to leave once more.

Cristina looked less wanting to be here than Kallisti did, " I will be checking out Miss Wilson as well. " she said to the nurse after handing the smaller girl's own phone to her, " She is well enough, and all of our injuries will heal with time. "

The nurse seemed ready to protest this, but Kallisti wouldn't hear it, and commanded that she return Cristina to her room for the time being. When she was alone once more, Kallisti looked at her phone, deciding that the e-mail could wait for later, and then dialing a number.

Her secretary picked up, Kallisti left her no room to speak, " I would like to speak to Headmistress Lein. " she stated.

From the tone in her voice, the secretary seemed to be intimidated, " She i - is not here right now. " she said, keeping her voice as official as possible.

The girl sighed and rolled her eyes, " Of course she is there. " Kallisti said sharply, " That infernal woman is almost always in. Connect me to her now. "

The other line was quiet for a moment, and a sigh sounded, " Yes, Miss . . . ? "

" Miss Lein. " she responded curtly.

A falter came in the woman's voice, " Y - Yes Miss Lein . . . "

The line broke and Kallisti sat herself on the bed, waiting to hear the voice of the woman she eternally hated - but she didn't want Harley in her room, and had no one else to turn to at the moment.

" My, my, this is a new development. " started a serene yet fearsome voice, much like that of poisoned honey, " What has brought on this sudden call, my darling granddaughter? "

" I have no time for your provocations, Lorinda. " Kallisti said, internally shuddering at hearing her grandmother's voice. She had forgotten how terrifying it was, " I am at Hydrangea Hospital right now. There was an accident and I was involved. My injuries are none, yet they insist they keep me here. " Her voice was quick, words to the point, but with some underlying fear, " I am checking out in an hour, and I would like clothing that is not destroyed and for someone to pick me up and return me to campus. "

" What happened to your convoluted speech, Kallisti? " the elder woman questioned, " You seem so straight forward today. "

" Will you do it or not? "

" You are my granddaughter, I'll do anything for you, darling. "

" . . . "

At her silenced, Lorinda hummed maliciously and then the line went dead. She let go of a breath she hadn't known she was holding. If there was anyone who still terrified her, it was that woman. A smile grew on her face, regardless; she had handled that rather well, hadn't she?

The phone vibrated and there was one new message; Cherno. What a coincidence, she had just been thinking of him. What did he want?

Yo.​

Where are you.​

I was thinking of going to Coy City​

for something.​

I need someone to come with me and you're the only other​

one I can trust in. Anthony, I'm worried for the little dude, ​

But I want him to be safe.​

It's a christmas trip to the past.​

You in, sister?​

-- Cherno​

Coy City, hmm? What did he want her there for? Christmas . . . She was doing nothing else, and frankly, she didn't want anything else to do. It would have been nice to spend that day with Madeline, wouldn't it have? Perhaps Cherno Plume thought along the same lines as she.

Sister. How nostalgic.

Cherno,​

Currently in the hospital, will be back on campus, soon.​

I feel up to going to Coy City, I had wanted to in any matter.​

Christmas, hmm? I have nothing else on my agenda.​

I will accompany you.​

Where would you like to meet?​

- Quintus​

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xxxxxxxxxx Elizabeth had gotten ready rather quickly, and then there had only been Allison to wait on. They three had been together a lot more often, hadn't they? It seemed alright, but Harley didn't want to be around either of them too long - Elizabeth was unstable and Allison was easily corruptable. Not ideal people to have around all of the time.

Finally, Allison had been ready and then they set off to go, but before they did, Harley stopped by Altair's room, knocked on it a time or two, and then slid Heidi's phone under the crack with a note attached to it that read: I'll see you soon, Heidi. Here's you phone. Message me when you can.

He would have gone in to see her, but he didn't want to see Altair, and he felt like he was in a bit of hurry to check on his cousin's condition.

After a while, Harley had not paid mind to the snakes, and they were on their way to the hospital. When they arrived, he had gone up to the help desk and asked for Kallisti, but then the man there told him that Miss Lein was taking no visitors right now and was apparently getting ready to check out. Turning away from the man with a click of his tongue, Harley saw someone familiar pass by him, and then go into the elevator.

Fredrick? That was one of Lorinda's men, her head house servant. What was he doing here? It seemed he had a bag with him, filled with what? Was there someone else here that Harley knew? No - doubtful.

" Fredrick, " Harley called out before the elevator closed, and Harley made his way up to the older man.

" Master Jackson, " he said obligingly, " It is always a pleasure. "

" Why are you here, Freddy? " he asked curiously, and the servant stepped out of the elevator.

" Mrs. Lein ordered that I bring clothing to Miss Lein. "

So Kallisti was here - why wasn't she taking visitors? And why was Lorinda involved? Fredrick was gone by the time Harley looked again, and he sighed. Turning back to Allison and Elizabeth, he rubbed the back of his neck, " What now? " he said; their trip was practically wasted.

 

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Bronagh spent a half hour sitting and waiting for the doctor to arrive. She had nothing better to do anyway. But as waited she held her head, she was more stressed out than she wanted to be. When in this position she felt the indent on her forehead, and suddenly realized the indent was bigger and took up a bit more of her face, not a lot more but a good amount.​

Dang giraffes... making more trouble than I needed.​

No Bronagh that was not the giraffe's fault.​

No time for this shit, is it really that important? ​

You hit your head off that pole after the giraffe bit you.​

Bronagh's head shot up immediately when she heard her doctor come in. He pulled up a chair next to her bed to make it seem like he was just a visitor. He also had a really large chocolate bar with him, she knew where this was going to go. He was going to try and explain to her that it was "for her own well being" and once she agreed he'd give her chocolate as though he were making a deal with a little kid to prick their finger for blood.​

As soon as the doctor opened his mouth Bronagh said, "No. I refuse, the injury has been ignored for years and now all of a sudden it poses a problem?"​

"...Miss Williamson, when you damaged your head at your younger age it only damaged the skull. There was no need to do anything. Now, there is damage done to not only your skull but your brain as well. If that spot gets any more damage it can have serious consequences. All we wish to do is make sure your brain is in good shape and then repair your skull."​

Bronagh shook her head vigorously, "No."​

"Your mother asked that we take care of it Bronagh, she cares for your well-being."​

Do not expect the mother card to work on me you white-coated freak​

"What happens to the indent on my head?"​

"Well, we'd have to check if there was enough skin developed to cover it, but chances are that little indent will be gone."​

Bronagh went absolutely still, she did not wish to move, and she wanted him gone. She just wanted to get out of this hospital as soon as she could, because she was absolutely hating it.​

"The surgery will be tomorrow, unfortunately you will not be able to leave for Christmas like we originally planned but it's better to have these things checked out."​

"NO. I will not allow you to damage my brain more than it already is!"​

"...very well. We're going to have to ask your mother to come in."​

WHY?​

"Why?" Bronagh echoed from her own thoughts.​

"I will come back and talk to you later, until then, please rest Miss Williamson."​

Bronagh picked up her phone and decided to finally check it out, she raised an eyebrow at it then bit her lip, "Jesus Christ... when did I do this? I didn't... oh..."​

That... somehow worked for something I didn't intend...​

Bronagh put her phone down and started sing-whispering again, "Whatever comes next I know it's a gift... cause I know I've got seventy-six days... to live..."​