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PostSubject: The Simulation [site event]   The Simulation [site event] EmptyThu Mar 12, 2015 6:28 pm

Something about this felt wrong.

Lynn Harper rubbed her arms, staring out over the wooden platform that Beata Academy called their "arena." It was just a wooden platform in reality, usually used in sparring demonstrations, but today this is where everyone would see each other at their most vulnerable.

It was simple, really. Students would go up on that platform one at a time. Then two teachers, a Mirage Master and a Memory Manipulator respectively, would simulate a mental attack. They would make that student live through their worst fears, memories, and traumas, and the whole school would be gathered around to watch how they dealt with it. Nobody would be able to see into that student's mirage or memories, but they'd still see the student themselves, curled up on the platform.

Then, when that student broke out of the "Simulation", the next student would be up. And the next, and the next. She had no idea what to expect.

That wasn't the kind of thing you'd see in a normal school. Even if it was for a good cause, something felt off about that. It wasn't just students either. If she was a Guardian, then it only made sense that she'd go through this too. The Simulation was voluntary for students and faculty alike, but... it wouldn't have felt right if she watched all these kids go through this without experiencing it herself.

She grit her teeth, eyes burning into the two teachers on stage, as Christine Davis let out a shout.

"First person up!"

OOC: As you might expect, you'll be writing out your own simulations.

If you're confused about what this is, then check out the Announcement. Hooray, mental breakdowns! :D
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PostSubject: Re: The Simulation [site event]   The Simulation [site event] EmptyFri Mar 13, 2015 7:04 am

Keirsta and Emi were there, both sort of just hanging out. They had decided to come and enjoy themselves, and seeing that Emi had the power of mirage inducing this was her thing. So, it would only seem respective to go up first, wouldn't it? Letting out a small sigh, Emi looked around the crowd. Seeing that no body else had decided to go up, she forced her way through the crowd and got her ass up there. Her red hair rested loosely around her shoulders as she braced herself, giving a grin to the teachers.

"First simulation; Emi Inoue!"

The shout gave Emi a heads up, and before she knew it she seemed to be out. Her back tingled as her vision had been blurred, and suddenly she was somewhere else. Where in truth, in the real world, she was just paralyzed. Standing still, all Emi could see was water. She was trapped, trapped inside water. She hated swimming pools... Nearly drowning at a young age, it was her phobia. She hated them. Trying to use her power in an attempt to get her way out of it, no... It was useless. She let out a sheer cry, and it seemed two of her phobias were administrated. She couldn't stand the tight space she was now in... Yelling to be let out, she couldn't help but start crying as she was dragged down into the water. As she kept going down into the endlyss abyss, something changed.

Now, she was in the comfort of her own home. Well, not exactly comfort. She was face to face with her father, and fear flashed into her eyes. "No... Dad..." Emi was frozen once more, and it seemed to be the man towered over to her, before the girl collapsed. Collapsed into a wave of tears as it seemed to be nails digging into her skin, claws almost. When she looked up, her kitten had been torn away. "NO!" She screamed, getting up to run. But she was stuck. Helpless. Why had she done this? Why... It was such a stupid idea! She was powerless... defenseless... It was purely agonizing.

After forever of even more torture, finally she came back to reality. Furiously, she looked at the teachers. Yes, it was voluntary, but she had no idea it would be like that. "Whoever the hell does this after me is brave." She said, running off the stage as soon as she could. Oh.. It felt so bad... She hated it. The memories kept haunting her, even outside of the simulation. Why the hell would they administrate this? Voluntary or not.. Why would they try and agonize teenagers like this?

Keirsta was quick to take Emi back into her arms to comfort her. She would go, soon.

ooc; meow.
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PostSubject: Re: The Simulation [site event]   The Simulation [site event] EmptySat Mar 14, 2015 1:38 pm

Both Rhett and Amelia were in the crowd, waiting about until they had gathered their courage to go up. Rhett raised his hand up halfway, as he was behind a couple taller students, and went to the stage. Noting what had happened to the girl before him, he sat on the ground with his legs crossed and gave his signal to the teachers. He was out before his eyes even closed.

 "Next simulation; Rhett Gordon."

 "Where in- oh no." It was dark. Not too bad, he could see through it. The scent of damp stone lay in the air, along with something stinky: guano. "Oh God." Bats.

 He hated the creatures; those flying rats. They hated him, too. A million red eyes lit up as he stared at the ceiling. The beasts took flight, and aimed like missiles toward the boy. He fled, stumbling through the cavern as the tiny devils gained ground. They began to attack, latching on and biting at whatever bare skin they could reach. They were approaching a drop-off fast, the great jaws of granite open, ready to swallow Rhett whole. Fueled by fear, the blonde attempted to fight off the onslaught of creatures, but was still thrown off the edge.

 As he fell, he managed to grasp a small ledge. It was in vain, there was no way to reach the top again. A few large bats flew towards his, and seemed to grin. Taking a quick glance downward, instead of seeing dark abyss, the terrified student saw Hell, in all its unholy glory. It was coming ever closer: he was falling. The bats had cut the tendons in his hand.

 Crying out, he spread himself into star shape. 'Maybe if I die, I'll go to Heaven instead..' He had forgotten this was all fake, it had the feeling of a true nightmare. It felt so real, the blistering heat as he plummeted, the screeches of damned men deafening him, and the burning dirt awaiting him. He landed. The pain was immense, every bone, muscle, organ, patch of skin, was screaming in agony.

 It suddenly vanished. It was dark again. The boy jumped to his feet, soft eyes wide and terrified. He found himself hyperventilating, and calmed down as he began recognizing where he was. He slowly left the platform and got as far away as he could from the instructors. His stomach felt weak, and had to sit down with his head in his hands. At odd times, he would imagine a bat or two flying towards him.

 If someone were to ask what happened, he would shake his head and simply say, "Hell." Rhett stayed facing away from the audience for the rest of the simulations, murmuring under his breath.


 Amelia watched in horror as the boy convulsed on the floor, his eyes sometimes opening without seeing. She had already volunteered to do so. She wouldn't be the weaker sister. It couldn't hurt to wait a few minutes though, right?
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PostSubject: Re: The Simulation [site event]   The Simulation [site event] EmptySun Mar 15, 2015 4:40 pm

[OOC] Doing my Guardian first. Eve will be after Jace, Kayla will be as soon as my mission is finished.

[IC] Most of those in attendance seemed to be staring at the stage in fear and apprehension, eyes wide as the first two students convulsed and screamed on the floor. Davis, the Illusion Master, was nervously wringing her hands and looking back and forth, looking uncomfortable under the new venomous gazes.

Lynn grit her teeth and pushed her way through the crowd.

"You're doing this too, Lynn?" Ms. Davis asked as she made her way onto the stage. Maybe she hadn't expected any adults. "Well, okay. Next simulation; Lynn Harper."

The Guardian gave one last look around at the crowd, her face an icy mask, wondering how Addison was doing back in their place in Rosebury... and then the world around her shifted.

It wasn't so much of a shimmer as much of a blink. One moment she was standing on a platform surrounded by students, the next, she was standing in the Headmaster's office in her old school uniform.

Her blood ran cold. That wasn't Nathaniel Wright sitting behind that desk, that was... The illusion was too lifelike, too surreal. It was like, in all her fear, she'd forgotten she was a middle-aged woman standing in a simulation. Right now, right here, she was fourteen again, and her Headmaster had no name.

There were two older teenagers standing on either side of her. One was a tall boy with blue hair and a pained expression on his face, on the other side was...

"You bitch..." Lynn growled in-between panting breaths, glaring at her. She kept activating her gift, trying to freeze them all in time, but it wouldn't work. It wouldn't work no matter what she did. She was powerless. "You bitch!"

"Miss Sawyer," the man behind the desk intoned. He was little more than a silhouette in this light, and his voice was like the demons from her nightmares. Behind him stood the shadow of his secretary. The woman who could wipe all her memories away in a blink of an eye. "Please calm yourself."

As if on cue, ice shackled itself around her wrists, around her ankles. When she took a step back to run, a burning cold seemed to slice through her hands and feet, and she fell back. The boy with dyed blue hair knelt down to help her back up, but her eyes were only for the man in the suit. She could feel beads of sweat pouring down her face and back just the longer she stared at him. "It seems like you've nosed too far into the business of adults, Miss Sawyer."

Someone tugged at a green pendant around their neck, but the Headmaster held up a hand. Instead, the secretary stepped forward. "But I'm told you have many friends that would miss you were you to check out of our Academy early."

The woman stepped around the desk and put a hand on her forehead. Ice, literal ice, was creeping up her arms and legs and forming around her fingers. "W-why...?"

"No more questions, Miss Sawyer."

Her eyes widened as she stared up at the secretary.

A finger of ice was now slipping up her sleeve, to her shoulder, to her neck, down her back.

"Consider this a warning."

There was a sudden stab of pain, a flash of white, and Lynn screamed.

But then she was standing in front of Beata Academy again. Lynn blinked her headache away and stared ahead. The new, renovated Beata Academy. Not just an old mansion anymore, but a sprawling honest-to-god campus. Her daughter was standing at her side, a grin on her face as she stood in that familiar dark school uniform.

She smiled back, the lingering memories of the simulation fading like morning dew. For a moment she forgot that she hadn't woke up yet and that the nightmare wasn't over.

But when she looked up, her fragile expression crumbled.

That man was standing there again. This wasn't a memory anymore, this was...

He gave her a small half-smile and took her daughter's hand. Addison kept smiling on obliviously. "Welcome back, Mrs. Harper."

Lynn tried to hit him. She tried to freeze him in time. But she couldn't. It was like she was frozen in place.

She screamed, and memories flooded into her mind in flashes.

Memories of an alien island in a world with no sun.
Memories of a painting in the Headmaster's office, and pendants with secret gems.
Memories of a dank basement filled with equipment.
Memories of dead bodies and students floating in vats of colored fluid.
Memories of all those familiar faces who had gone to the Headmaster's office and never came back.

She fell to her knees and screamed more, clutching the sides of her head. Lynn wasn't in that front entrance anymore, but in a dark lab. When her screaming subsided, she slowly raised her head.

A girl with a sheet of raven black hair, inside a tank of orange liquid. Electrodes covered her skin.

The glass cracked, bubbles rose from her mouth, and the girl opened ice blue eyes.

And then Lynn found herself sitting on her knees, staring up at a soft blue sky streaked with white cloud. She let her head droop down and took a deep breath, slowly lifting her sleeve.

Scars around her wrist and up her arms, looking like bruises that wouldn't go away. Right... that's right. Lynn struggled onto her feet, trying to maintain whatever dignity she had left in front of these students, and looked to the two faculty.

Christine Davis seemed to flinch at her stare, looking slightly intimidated, but Lynn's eyes lingered on the secretary.

Elizabeth Laine.

A secretary with the power to erase memories.

But judging by her face, she couldn't have been older than a Kindergartener back when Lynn was a student.

The corner of her lip seemed to curl into the beginnings of a frown, and Lynn's strict mask returned. She whirled around, waving her hand to freeze the audience's perception of time as she marched off-stage and toward a certain Headmaster. To everyone else, it looked as if she'd teleported through space once she unfroze time, hand shooting out to pinch Nate by the ear. He'd been standing in the crowd to comfort students as they came back down, and Lynn found him easily enough standing by the small staircase. "Now, Nathaniel," Lynn hissed through grit teeth, greeting her old dorm mate and yanking him closer to whisper. "Don't you think this is a little much for kids their age?" She twisted and leaned in close to his ear, lowering her voice even further. "And I think you owe me some explanations, Headmaster. It's like you've been avoiding me since I showed up."

The Mirage Master continued to wring her hands, trying to ignore the small commotion by the platform. "N-next person up!"
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PostSubject: Re: The Simulation [site event]   The Simulation [site event] EmptySun Mar 15, 2015 7:05 pm

The simulation of your worst fears, your worst memories. It seemed...Horrible, to say the least. There was no way this would be enjoyable for anyone, unless some of the staff was secretly psychotic, which at this point, Ken wouldn't doubt it. No matter how many times he reminded himself that it was for the better, he still was not at all looking forward to this. He glanced at his little sister beside him, clutching his hand in her smaller one. It wasn't a particularly tight hold, and she seemed eerily calm. Perhaps his sister wasn't scared of anything? No, there was no way that could be true. Everyone had fears. Although...at the moment, he wished they didn't.

Standing there, waiting for their turns, watching each person go through agonizing mirages of their history. The first person up wasn't someone he knew. Someone by the name of "Emi", with bright red hair and seemed pretty confident. Until she it began. What was a brave-looking young teen was reduced to a screaming, shivering little girl running towards her friend who he couldn't quite see in the crowd.

The next person, a male student by the name of Rhett. Once more was an innocent person's horrid memories brought to life. Ken could only watch as he too was sent running to the back of the crowd, obviously not wanting to be anywhere near that stage at the moment.

He may not be able to see what was going on, unable to feel what these students felt as they endured whatever terrors they faced. It was an illusion set for only them, to try and help them grow stronger. Why had Ken even agreed to come to this again? Oh yeah...Rei had insisted on going. Naturally, the Autumn had refused to let his little sister go alone. He didn't think it would be this horrifying, however.

Next, a Guardian. Lynn Harper was her name. Ken looked down at his feet, unwilling to watch as the scenes of incomprehensible suffering repeated themselves among each who ventured onto that platform. Could he really do this? He had to. This was to get stronger so that they could further protect others and help in missions to keep the world safe and compatible with the gifted. Perhaps he should go soon, just to get it out of the way.

The platform awaited. Inhaling deeply, Ken was about to walk up when he heard a name get called.

"Rei Noboru."

Freezing on the spot, the Autumn was shocked to see that Rei had raised her hand and slipped away without him noticing. He gritted his teeth as he watched his younger sister make her way up onto the platform in a manner far too calm after witnessing what had happened to the other students. Ken didn't want to watch, but he couldn't look away, either, afraid that something would go horribly wrong if he did.


Rei stood up on the platform, glancing briefly back at the staff preforming the works of illusions and memory-inducing. Her mind must be like the strings of a guitar for them, simply plucking the right cords to simulate the corresponding horrors that would await her. That was the interesting part, she found herself realizing. What memories would come to her? What fears?

Within the next blink of her grey eyes, everything went dark.

She found herself sitting on the side of a wooden bed with a soft mattress and fluffy blankets, colored baby-blue with a cute flower pattern. Her pillow had a butterfly on it, and when Rei reached for it out of curiosity, she found that her hands were much smaller than before. In fact, her feet couldn't even reach the floor beneath them as they hung from the edge of the bed. It wasn't even a tall bedframe. Blinking, the Spring decided that she must be in a memory from when she was eight years old.

Hopping off her bed, she took a moment to take in the room around her. It was a average-sized room decorated with several little things that one could associate with small girls. Especially dolls. Dolls everywhere of all kinds. They all seemed to be staring at her, and she recalled her habit of setting them that way so they could watch over her when she slept. Under their watch, Rei had felt safer, as opposed to some others. As if they held a nightly security watch to keep the bad things away.

Exiting her bedroom, the Spring spotted the clock hanging from the ceiling that read "5:42 P.M.". It hadn't taken her long to realize which memory this was, and she had honestly begun to grow a bit nervous. How foolish she had been in these days...She wondered briefly if the staff simulating these memories could see what she could. They may not want to.

Perhaps if she waited here, she could skip the memory completely. She doesn't have to walk into that room, does she? But then this would all be pointless, this simulation...Maybe the memory would trigger on itself, anyways. So she sighed and headed down the hall. She opened the door to her mother's room.

Inside the room her mother sat, quietly sobbing to herself as she looked at an old photo album of sorts. Rei stood in the doorway, completely silent, watching. Her mother hadn't noticed her. The Spring was shivering slightly, eyes widening a bit in surprise that the memory was so...Real. It seemed like her mother, long-dead, was sitting alive right in front of her. But this time, Rei knew what happened next. She would have to repeat that day. That lie she lived, without shame or another thought. She refused to think about it over the years, but now...

She was regretting everything all over again. Standing still in the door, Rei listened as her mother began to murmur words between sobs.
"Why do I live like this...W-why can't I leave? My poor family, I can't take c-care of you...I'm w-worthless!...I want...I-I w-want to d-die..."
Rei stood stone-still aside from her arms, which were shaking as she silently began to cry. Although her expression didn't change from what it showed as faintly shocked, she could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks. But back then, she hadn't cried. Her mother wouldn't be able to see her sorrows. Not then, not now.

She couldn't speak, couldn't move. For once, she found herself unable to continue on. She knew what was going to happen, and she didn't want to repeat it anymore. She didn't care if it was pointless. She wanted this to end. However, as if there was still a sick part of her mind wanting her to go through with this, too stubborn to stop now, she could suddenly visualize the faint outline of her younger self walking innocently up to her mother, free of tears, a look of naive curiosity on her face. "Mommy, why do you want to die?"

Her mother looked at Rei's memory-self, shocked. "O-oh, sweetie, you misheard! I meant I was going to m-make some pie for us tomorrow. You and Ken's favorite, okay?"
The doppelganger of the little girl's memory looked even more confused. "I didn't mishear, but that's okay." It smiled. "I won't tell Ken. It'll be a surprise!" However, her smile dropped when she realized her mother was crying again.
"Mommy...?"
"I'm sorry, Rei, Mommy is just upset about adult things, okay? Just please...Leave me alone...You can't help me."
The real Rei, the one who had already experienced what was happening, stood sniffling in the doorway, legs shaking as well now. "Don't...You don't understand what you're doing."
"But I can help, Mommy!" The doppelganger said quickly, smiling brightly. "I will! You'll see!" At that moment, Rei recalled only wanting to do what was best for her mother, only wanting to help her mother be happy. And then, she was too young to know what she did next was wrong. All she knew that people did things that they felt they wanted to in order to make themselves happy, and so she had done something terrible.

The scene switched abruptly, catching the Spring by surprise. She gasped, slowly gathering her surroundings, recognizing the time of day to be a few hours later, which back then had been enough time for Rei to think about what she thought she needed to do to help her mother be happy again. She stood behind their house by the thick trees, alone. Although, she wasn't alone. Her usually emotionless eyes trailed downward slowly, her mouth gaping slightly, eyes widening big. In front of her, lying on the ground, lay her mother, dead. Blood flowed steadily from a large bite wound on her throat, having ripped much of it out. Ordinarily, gore didn't bother her too much, but this particular scene made her sick to the point of dizziness. Beside the body sat a horrifying Cerberus-creature, closely resembling what Rei could turn into now but much smaller. Blood stained its the jaws of the middle head, and it stood up, transforming calmly back into Rei's younger self. Present-Rei stared at her past self in utter resentment and terror, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks and chin, falling onto her clothes. What she didn't expect, was just when the fear factor would come into play.

The doppelganger slowly turned around, revealing Rei herself, but not with the same face. The face was distorted, eyes gone, oozing a black liquid from empty sockets. A large grin plastered her face, riding up to her ears. Fangs overlapped the lips of this smile, jutting out abnormally, blood and veins dripping from the points. Rei opened her mouth, screaming. She shut her eyes and grabbed her ears, although she couldn't hear her screaming herself. She fell to her knees, screaming still. A distorted, psychotic laughter echoed through her head, and her mind began flooded with whispers and screams.

Suddenly, she felt someone jerk her arm, and her eyes shot open. She was crouched on the platform, tear streams staining her face and dress, hair knotted slightly from where her hands had gripped at it roughly to try to cover her ears. Her screaming stopped, and she shakily looked up to see her older brother had ran onto the platform and shaken her despite any warning from anyone else. Rei sniffled once, staring up silently at Ken's expression of pure terror and worry, having been desperate to wake her from the nightmare. She bit her bottom lip and began to cry quietly, allowing herself to be picked up and carried off the platform by her brother.

She would never trust the school with her memories again.

[OoC] *Makes text smaller because I made this way too long*
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PostSubject: Re: The Simulation [site event]   The Simulation [site event] EmptyMon Mar 16, 2015 12:59 am

The Headmaster had stood at the edge of the platform the entire time, watching with exhausted, pained eyes as one-after-another, each person volunteered to face their deepest fears and memories. It was almost as agonizing for him as it was for they themselves. He couldn't tell what any of them were thinking, or share their fears at all, but he could feel every bit of their overwhelming emotions - as if they were his own.

It was even worse when they stepped off the stage in tears. If they didn't flee past him fast enough, he'd touch their shoulders gently, relieving much of their pain. He'd planned to do the same for the Guardian before him, but before he had the chance to do so, she was at his side in practically an instant. "Arh- Lynn!" He made a weird grunting sound as he was pulled aside by the woman, his ear sharply yanked. At first he tried not to fight it much, working to ease himself out of her grip. "Aren't we too old for this?"

The auburn-haired man held back another small yelp when she twisted his ear further. "No, I don't." He lied, glancing up as the next person went up onto the stage. She had seemed pretty confident, considering what had happened to everyone else before her. And then the screams started. Nate flinched, finally grabbing Lynn's hand and tearing himself out of her grip. "Not when compared to what could happen to them..."

He watched as Ken rushed up unto the stage, grabbing his sister and disappearing back into the crowd. Nate sighed. "What would you like to know?" The Headmaster muttered, turning his gaze towards her. "I think you're forgetting who it was that invited you here in the first place."

He'd been stuck trying to read her thoughts when the next name was called.

"Jason Wright!"


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Jason had been watching further away the entire time with determined eyes, holding the hand of his Snowflake as people came and went off of the stage. He'd planned on being one of the first to go from the very beginning, but each time before he'd gotten the chance to step up, someone else had beaten him to the punch. It wasn't that he was exactly all that eager to face his nightmares, it was more that he wanted to test himself and have it done and over with - and the longer they stood there waiting, watching all the others react, the more anxious he was growing.

Finally, though, after a still silence - when a black-haired girl was carried fleetingly off the stage, he made his move to go. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, giving the Winter beside him an uneasy smile. "Wish me luck." He said about as cheerfully as he could have, slipping away and walking unto the wooden stage.

He walked up to the two women in charge of the simulation first, shaking the hand of the school secretary nimbly and stepping away towards the middle. He watched as Miss Laine touched the arm of Ms. Davis. The Autumn closed his eyes. By the time he opened them again, he'd be somewhere else entirely.

"What- ..." Jace muttered under his breath, looking around. There was nothing but darkness, with few dimly lit figures he could barely make out - unable even to tell how close or far away from him they were.

He clenched his fists, staring straight ahead of him into the seemingly void blackness, prepared for something to jump out at him; something truly terrifying. It was almost as if this darkness kept him waiting, growing his anxiety in this stillness. His mind braced for the worst. An enormous creature, towering with scaly, ragged arms and legs. A gross snout, narrow yellow eyes, and piercing white teeth. An entirely hideous creature, one that would certainly catch any sane person off guard. He could just imagine it's fierce, disgusting cry -

Honk!

...

. . . the fuck?

Jace thought he had heard a sound, leaning forward slightly, but refusing to leave his spot. He strained, trying to listen for more. And then it started, quietly, but ever-so slowly growing louder and louder. It sounded like whistles... Or organs? And then he realized, 'Oh, no... Oh, fuck this...' It was circus music.

It was then he finally saw something begin to move out in the darkness. It was the over-sized shoe that stuck out first, donning a sick color of red. The disfigured shape of it's body followed; filled with bright, but ragged yellows and oranges. Jason took a step back when it finally showed it's face. It was a complete, pale white. It's lips were smears of red, smile wide from ear to ear with crooked, broken teeth. It's nose was blue, and it's eyes - God, did it even have eyes? Jace could see nothing in it's gaze, only deep, hallow holes of black; as dark as the void surrounding them.

"N-Not real..." The blonde muttered to himself through gritted teeth. "It's not real." This was just a simulation, he reminded himself, he had to just fight through it... right? He clenched his fists so tightly, his knuckles had turned completely white. He could get through this.

Jason's golden eyes narrowed, a sickening lump growing in his throat as the clown crept closer. He hadn't realized how much harder it was getting to breathe, his air shortening nervously. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face and he swore, swore on his life, that this thing could just sense his fear - that this freak found it funny. That wide, terrifying smile only grew wider, more than Jace himself could've ever imagined.

He stared the thing down until he was mere footsteps away, until Jace could stand to look no more. He started to say something, but he choked on his own words. 'Fuckfuckfuck.' The young man wanted to whimper and run and cry, but he was still defiant yet, managing to inhale a deep breath.

"Go to Hell!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, swinging his right fist forward blindly and hitting nothing but air. Jason had swung so far, the young man had almost fell forward. He was instantly confused, pulling his arm back slowly and blinking his eyes open. Again, there was nothing but darkness... Was that it then...?

bOO !!

He screamed. It was short-lived, ending the moment that he had tripping over his own feet to flee and toppled down unto the cold, dirty tile floor. The thing, that monster had been right behind him. He could feel it's breath down his neck and could hear nothing else but it's sinister hyena-like laughter as he hit the ground

Jace had forgotten in an instant all about the simulation, about the school, or anything else - in that moment, it was just him and this nightmarish being. In a frenzied haste, he'd managed to get unto his back, staring back up at the clown who had seemed to only grow twice in size, it's smile showing an unnatural, numerous amount of teeth. It's smile... it was the worst, it made him sick.

His heart pounded harder and harder, like it was ready to burst out of his chest at any moment as he watched the thing. And then it started to come for him again, walking in a broken, almost drunken manner towards him. Jason tried to shout something that might've come out as a 'No', shaking his head and starting to scramble backwards, having no clue where he was going or of what to do.

COme oN, JaSoN.

He kept scrambling back until he felt like he hit a wall of some sorts. It was neither cold, nor hot. It felt like nothing was there, but he couldn't think about that. Jace could only curl up into a ball then, hiding his face down and grabbing at the back of his head, eyes shut tightly.

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Please, please go away, he silently pleaded - to who or what exactly, he didn't know. Just make it go away and make it stop. He could just feel the chills stabbing at his spine as it hovered over him. He couldn't feel anything, but he knew that thing was there, just inches above him. He could feel it's hot breath on his hands.

Ş̜̘̍̅m̠̙̿̐̇̂͞Ị̛ͅL̡̘̝͑̏̒́͊ͅĕ͔̦̲ͤ ̗̭̠̫̥̼̏̾͒͡f̤̻̦̪̂̈́͋ͮͭͅͅͅO̭̣̗͖͚̬ͬ̿̊͗̈͛̚͡Ṟ̘̦ͣ̐̀ͤ̒͐̌͘ ̮m̶̙̣̦̗͒̾ͪe͈̮̥͔̘̰̿͂̂ͧ̇ ̳̤̜̙̮ͥͥ̌̃ͩ̅ͅJ̵̪̹̓ͣ̄A̠͇̔̏͐̏̐s̯̯̩̠͚̤͛̊̕O̡̼N̹͖͕̣.̏ͮͬ

Jason let out a pathetic scream then, rocking back and forth in his spot, trying to drown out the presence of the thing there. He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that. It could have been seconds or minutes or hours, but finally - he realized - finally, the looming feeling of that freak was gone and, once again, he was left with nothing but darkness and silence all over again, the music ceasing.

Slowly, uncertainly, he pulled himself out of his little ball, looking around for any sign of danger when there seemed to be none. He shook his head, groaning and rubbing his eyes. There was a hot wetness that ran from them and down his cheeks. How long had he been crying?

For some time, he'd been afraid to move, staring out again into the complete black, gathering what bit of courage he had left. He didn't want to go anywhere, but he didn't want to stay in that spot either, less that monster come for him again. And so slowly, shakily, Jason got back unto his feet.  Each step of his was uncertain.

He wandered for a bit. Where exactly he was going, he wasn't sure. He didn't even know if he was walking in a straight line, but he trudged on, eyes darting around. Not far off where he stood, a large, creeking echo appeared, something like a stage light illuminating a spot in the room. There was a shape sprawled out in the blinding white, but he couldn't tell what it was exactly.

Hesitant, but idiotically curious, Jason walked forward slowly, getting closer to the shape in the spotlight. When he realized what it was, he felt his body turned cold. It was his father. He didn't move, though, nor did he breathe. The longer Jace looked, the more he saw the numerous wounds across the body; deep cuts beginning to turn the man's clothes a deep, damp red. The wounds leaked out unto the floor, spilling into a puddle around the Headmaster's body. It reached his feet.

Sickened, Jason's tried to move, but it was as if his feet had suddenly been glues to the floor. The air was leaving. It was getting harder to breath.

More lights appeared suddenly behind his father's body. Three more people standing in lights of their own. His mother, Jayden, and Evelyn. All of them seemed perfectly content where they stood. They weren't bound or tied in any way. In fact, they all seemed happy to see him. They were smiling.

The thing showed it's face again, stepping out suddenly from behind his brother's body. He swung a knife around in his hands and, as he walked around to the front, he swore for a split-second that the creature had changed it's appearance. For a heartbeat, he had thought he'd seen a familiar woman in black. For another, he had thought he had seen Spion.

The thing had stopped before his father's body. It said nothing. It only smiled. And yet Jason somehow knew what it was thinking. This was the game, he thought. He got to pick the order of when the others died. He shook his head, feeling the hot tears start to well up again as the clown nodded back, almost excitedly.

"No..." Jace cried out nimbly. The thing looked almost disappointed, before raising his knife and pointing at his mother. It's smile grew wide again, nodding even more.

The autumn's eyes grew wide again. He started shouting, pleading the thing for mercy - how he'd do anything, to kill him instead, just to leave them alone. It didn't seem to listen, walking up behind the school nurse and pointing it to her back. The woman had remained silent until the very last moment. His screams had echoed hers then.

The knife had plunged through only once. Not only that, but it seemed to grow as it did so, growing into a comically large size. Even through his blurred, teary eyes, he could see the blood streaming down her body. Somehow, she managed to stay upright perfectly for a long moment before crumpling down unto the floor.

He walked gleefully to Evelyn next. The Winter hasn't seemed to notice anything that happened at all. Her violet gaze stared straight ahead, past Jason and into the complete darkness. The sweet smile had still yet to disappear. The blonde had tried to call out to her, started shouting and pleading to her that time, begging her to run; but she didn't seem to notice. He could feel his own voice losing itself as he screamed again, watching as the thing put it's hand on her shoulder and plunged it deep into her back. Her cries seemed even louder than those of the woman before her.

Jason couldn't watch as the thing pulled it's blade back out of her, shutting his eyes and looking away, but still the image seemed to find it's way into his head. When he finally looked back up, the thing was already at his brother. It didn't seem to want to wait for Jace's objections that time, slicing through the boy's body almost immediately. He couldn't even scream then, watching at the mute's face contorted painfully. He could hear the sound of thick liquid seeping unto the floor, and the small splashing sound made as he fell to the floor.

He could finally move again. The force that had been holding him down had disappeared, yet he had stayed in his spot, falling unto his knees and staring at the bodies on the floor. These were the people that he loved more than anything and they'd died all right before his eyes. There hadn't been a thing he did to stop it. He'd been helpless. He'd let them die.

Jason grabbed at his head again and bent forward painfully, the tears falling unto the dirty, stained tiled floor.

In what seemed like a century, he stayed like that. Slowly, he began to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin again, and the quiet murmur of a crowd around him. The young man sat up and dared to open his eyes.

He was in the arena again. The stage around him was as it had been. Wooden, make-shift, and completely empty - aside from where he stood. For a moment, he had to look around in disbelief before accepting exactly what had just happened.

The young man forced his breathing to slow, nodding to himself and trying his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. Determined to salvage what bit of dignity that he felt he had left, Jason forced himself to stand up and walk slowly off of the arena.

When he stepped off, he could see the Headmaster standing, seemingly as worn down as he was. Jason could think of nothing to say, merely feeling a disturbing relief wash over him - one that he had felt before - as he went into the older man's arms. It was stupid, really stupid, Jason thought, how even still he felt like nothing but a little kid again. The embrace still seemed to help - or maybe it was the man's gift - by the time he pulled away, his breathing had slowed to a lull and his mind had seemed to clear up again; but it still wasn't enough to shake the terror away entire.

He looked up to the Headmaster for a moment, then to the Guardian beside him, before rushing back off into the crowd. It'd be one of the few times he could remember being so desperate to find and chase down Evelyn.
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Lynn was about to give him a piece of her mind when that name was called.

"Jason Wright!"

She couldn't help but wrench her gaze toward the stage. A tall handsome blond. Even if he had his mother's yellow hair, it almost felt like she was staring at her old dorm mate twenty years in the past. Her expression softened and she took a step back.  "We can talk more about that later," she told him. It wouldn't be right to bother him now, when he had to watch his son go through... this.

Glancing between the two of them as Jason's simulation began, she couldn't help but imagine her own daughter going through the same thing, and how she would react helplessly watching it unfold. A deep frown etched itself into her face, but it was the frown of a concerned parent, and not the intimidating Guardian the school had grown accustomed to.

This one wouldn't be pleasant.




"Wish me luck."

Those were the words he'd left her with. Evelyn watched him go with an anxious expression frozen on her face. Her nervous flutters gave way to dread, and suddenly she was all alone in the crowd.

She was regretting letting him even show up here. This was horrible. Really horrible. Even the scary-looking Guardians with the ponytail had fallen to her knees screaming, and that cool-faced girl had to get carried off by someone who looked like her brother. Jace had always seemed so strong in her eyes except for the time she kicked his ass in the hallway. Tall, confident, always smiling. Evelyn didn't think she'd ever seen him cry, unless you counted the tears from that one time... but that wasn't really his fault. She'd kicked him in a bad place after all, there weren't many guys who could stand up to that kind of punishment... The point was, she'd seen him get shot in the stomach by a raving Englishman over in the Himalayas, and even then he'd kept his composure.

But did he really have to do this?

The answer was yeah. Of course he had to. That was just in his nature, and it didn't help that he was the Headmaster's son too. But that didn't help alleviate Evelyn's sense of dread at all. She clutched tight onto her snowflake pendant, holding her breath as he closed his eyes and the simulation officially began.

It was okay at first, even if he seemed uneased. Even if it was faint, she could hear his muttering even from here, reminding himself that it wasn't real.

He could handle this, right? Maybe she was worrying all for nothing.

Wrong.

It wasn't long until he screamed, and then it was like he was trying to escape from monsters no one else could see. Evelyn felt a lump in her throat as she stared. She wanted to just look away and wait until it was all over, but she couldn't.

The longer it went on, the worse it got, until she was almost on the verge of tears herself. A part of her wanted to run up and rip him out of the mirage herself, but she knew she couldn't.

Even then, it went from horrible to nightmarish. She could already see the glistening of tears on his cheeks, but he was... pleading? Begging, begging, begging, until he fell to his knees and clutched at his head, his tears falling to the floor...

She was petrified. This was Jace, her strong pillar of support, the person she could never see crying, and...

The simulation must have ended, because he stood to his feet and rushed down the steps into his father's arms. Almost like a child. Just looking at that broke her heart, remembering all that'd happened however many months ago.

In this sea of people, it was easy to lose someone, especially someone like Evelyn. But she found herself just as desperate to get close to him again as she forced her way through the crowd, not even bothering to apologize as she made her way towards Jace. He almost passed her as he pushed past, looking around wildly, but Evelyn grabbed his arm with a stubborn ferocity. "J-Jace!" she almost yelled, her voice on the verge of cracking. "A-a-are... a-are you...?"




Lynn's stare followed the boy as he broke out of his father's embrace to rush into the crowd. Maybe he was humiliated and just wanted to run away and hide, or maybe he had someone to look for. In either case, there went that tall, strong, confident looking boy... Running away with bloodshot eyes just like the people before him had. Was that really right? The illusions had been so life-like... She knew she'd be having nightmares about this for weeks.

The Guardian put an awkward hand on Nate's shoulder. He looked like a wreck. Anybody would, in his situation. "I know," she said, keeping her voice low. "I know why you're letting this happen." After all, she'd seen her too, in her own nightmare of a simulation. A girl with long black hair and eyes like chips of ice. Shivers ran down her spine just remembering it.

They'd thought the school had been secure. Once. They'd had a shield, they had hundreds of gifted students, and they had a team of trustworthy faculty... And then Spion turned assassin. He stabbed the secretary, stabbed Nate, stabbed their math teacher. Wray ended up dying, and their shield disappeared with him. That's why she'd been invited in the first place, after all. She knew that much. She knew that the danger was real.

But Lynn still couldn't handle this. "But look at these kids, Nate." She pointed toward the other boy, Rhett Gordon. He was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands, facing away from the stage. "Even if they go through this, will this really help?" Lynn sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than put up an argument.

She paused and dropped her voice to a whisper. "I just hope you're not trying to turn these kids into soldiers. We can't fight a war against her."
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Lingering in the crowd wasn't doing  Amelia much good. As she watched, lthe students that went through thesimulation walked up as strong, composed, capable upperclassmen and women and transformed into terrified children clinging to their loved ones.

She glanced around for a friend, apattempting to see over nearly everyone else. A second of somewhat amusing hopping, concluded that no one she knew was here. The Autumn nervously wrung her hands; a chill ran down her spine. At some point, the girl would have to go up, to face her worst memories. The procrastination only elevated her anxiety. She promised herself that she wouldn't back down, but now it was all the more daunting that no one she knew would be here to comfort her afterwards.

Her resolve was weaker than the students before her; this test would not be easy. One thing assured the girl: this simulation could not hurt her. Not physically, anyway.

Swallowing fear, the tiny student raised her hand, moving forward as she did so.

"Amelia Mclochland!"

"No going back now," she thought as she stood between the instructors, and out she went.

She was back home in Washington. The cool air, dark skies, and mountains gave it away. Everything appeared taller, however. This was a memory, about the time she was nine or ten. If it was possible, she was even smaller, only about three and a half feet high. Taking in her surroundings, it was a normal street passing by the local church, school, and playground. She stood just between the bus lane and church grounds. Something felt off, Amelia shifted nervously; what could possibly happen here?

A small white thing lay at the roadside, and she felt herself walking closer in curiosity, assuming it to be a plastic bag. It wasn't. It was a kitten, roadkill. She could feel her little elementary schoolchild heart break, and she sat on the curb.

Soft footsteps approached from behind, and she turned her head to see a trio of choir girls looking at her and the kitten. In a separate part of her mind, Amelia recognized this memory. She recoiled mentally, dreading the next thirty seconds.

"Poor cat," one girl stated, crouching beside her friends.
"Too young," said another.
"I wonder whose it was," murmured the last.

Amelia's younger self frowned. Naïve thoughts formed. Why are they so sad? Don't they know I can bring him back? The older version shuddered at the thoughts, wanting to cover her eyes for the next part. Her tiny hand reached out, gently petting the deceased feline and reading the collar. "You can wake up, Prince."

To the fourteen year old's despair, the cat opened his eyes. Three terrified screams behind her sounded; the girls had stumbled backwards, shouting at... both Amelias?

"Demon!"
"Necromancer!"
"Hellspawn!"

That was when it stopped being a memory. She was supposed to run away, flee towards her sister at the school gates. Supposed to go home, although incapable of mentioning the incident.

Faintly familiar people started gathering around her, all their faces shrouded in shadow, though some were still recognizable. Her sisters, her friends, her parents had taken up the chant of, "Demon! Necromancer! Hellspawn!" Not even the cat comforted her, it grew monstrous, ugly, scarred, the size of a lion. A voice came from it, distorted and furious.

"WhY bRiNg Me BaCk? To LeT mE dIe AgAiN fOr YoUr AmUsEmEnT?" It screeched, towering over her now. The girl weeped as she hid her face. The beast leaped; it tore her apart.

She lay in agony, unable to move. Her eyes were half open as she watched the crowd continue their chant. They closed in on her, countless hands reaching down, grasping, scratching, attempting to rip her to pieces.

As they viciously clawed at her skin, Amelia cried out, "Stop! Make it stop!" She wanted to throw up, do something that might make the animal-like people give her a second to pass out. Finally, her consciousness faded, kind of.

She sensed that she was curled up on herself, eyes shut tight. Mixed mumbling slowly reached her brain and she forced her eyes to open. Colorful blurs gradually sharpened into focus, was she back? Glancing at her sides, the presence of the two instructors was assuring. As she attempted to get to her feet, a wall of nausea hit, her stomach threatened to empty its contents. A moment of recuperation; she forced the rising bile down and sat up.

Gazing about the gathering for someone- anyone who she could go to. Her mouth tasted of salt and blood; had she bitten herself during the simulation? She rubbed her clouding eyes, tears wet her hands. The blonde stood shakily; expecting to still feel the pain that had seemed so real before. She descended the stairs on shaky feet, and began wandering the mass of students. Maybe, just maybe, I missed their faces?

Damn, she really was weak.
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A crutch under one arm, a sling cradling the other, with her other foot stuffed in an ungainly medical boot. She had a splint on her wrist and a cast on her nose, and she had bandages around her arms and legs, but hey, at least her black eye was fading. That was something, at least. Limping out into public like this would usually earn her more than a couple stares, but today, everyone was too transfixed on the grim 'show' unfolding in front of them.

It didn't matter who went up. Girls, boys, students, Guardians, whoever, they all crumbled the same under the mental attacks. The way they screamed, pleaded, and sobbed was more than enough to deter some of the crowd, but not her. She couldn't have told you why. Maybe it was just pride, or maybe it was all she'd been through in the past week, or maybe it was the allure of being excused for the next week's exams and classes. Whatever it was, she knew she couldn't turn back, no matter what.

After all, how bad could it be?

Kayla gave a grim smile. In her condition, she wasn't supposed to do anything strenuous. Hell, right now, she wasn't even supposed to be out of her wheelchair. But there was no way she was going to miss out on something like this, even if she couldn't tell you why.

When Amelia came down the platform stairs with small, trembling steps, she knew it had to be her turn. Before anybody else could raise her hands, Kayla made her way through the crowd and limped her way up the stairs. Her crutch and boot made heavy clanking sounds against the creaking wood, and it was a painstaking amount of time before she made her way to the center of the platform. She could feel the eyes of the crowd burning into her from every direction.

"Kayla Croft!"

In the blink of an eye, everything changed.

A moment before Kayla had been standing on a platform in a North Dakota field, wearing a school uniform and all her bandages and splints from the infirmary. But when she looked down, she was sitting at a kitchen table. There was no splint, no sling, no crutch, no boot, and there wasn't a cast around her nose. She was back in her old clothes. Kayla was back in her old apartment.

Her stomach turned and she slowly looked up. A baby was squalling in her ragged mother's arms, and her parents were screaming at each other in the kitchen.

Home. Not the home she'd left, but the home from what felt like a million years ago. With wide eyes, she couldn't help but stare at the perfect replica of her mother that was standing right in front of her. This wasn't her first time in one of Ms. Davis' illusions, but that was back in the Summer Tournament. Back there, the mirages were just to simulate injuries, environments, attacks so no one got hurt. This was something else entirely. They'd ripped a memory out from her head, and even if no one else could, she knew that Ms. Laine and Ms. Davis were seeing it too.

But she couldn't say anything, or move at all. She could only stare at her parents, transfixed.

Kayla's arms were covered in bruises. They were arguing again.

"You stupid fuckin' bitch, what the hell are we gonna do now?" Garrett Croft was clutching his head, looking like he needed a stiff drink and some aspirin. "How could you get fuckin' fired? Now you gotta try and find another job, and—..."

"Why don't you fuckin' find a job then, huh?!" her mother screamed. "Why do I have to do all the work so you can sit on your lazy fuckin' ass and spend all my money—..."

"Don't you fuckin' talk to me like that Lana!" he interrupted with a shout, but her mother kept screaming. Lain never stopped crying.

"Workin' two jobs and comin' here every fuckin' night to clean after all your fuckin' shit that you leave around the house..."

"Lana!"

"Havin' to make dinner for Kayla 'cause you can't even get off your ass to do that, and I'm just glad your brother can watch over the baby, 'cause God forbid you ever havin' to—..."

Her father slammed his fist on the table, and Kayla jumped. His gaze turned on her. "What the fuck you starin' at?"

Kayla couldn't move, couldn't speak, she wasn't even sure what to feel. She could only stare.

"Get to your fuckin' room!"

None of it was real. It was a simulation, and it couldn't hurt her, and she knew how this all played out in the end in the back of her mind. But even still, Kayla got up from the table and ran, just like she had back then.

The memory had changed before she even made it down the hall, and now Kayla was standing in front of a cracked bathroom door. It was inky black inside. She stepped back, breath catching in her throat. A black dread was already building up inside her heart. Don't open it, don't open it, don't open it... She already knew what was behind that door.

Kayla pushed it open anyways and flicked on the light, just like she had back then. "Mom . . . ?"

Faded blonde hair streaked with black, scabs all over her waxy skin, with sunken eyes like a corpse. Pinpoint pupils, blue lips, and no movement that suggested breathing. There was a needle in her arm. Kayla's heart began to race. She wanted to scream. Instead she stumbled backwards, out of the bathroom, and ran back down the hall.

Just like that, the memory changed again. She was staring inside the open fridge, at the rows and rows of cans. There wasn't any food that she could see. Only beer. Sounds from the TV drifted into the kitchen from just a room away. It'd been at least a day since she'd last eaten.

Her gaze drifted to the trash bin, where a fast food bag laid haphazardly on the ever-growing mountain of trash. That had been her dad's. He'd let her have half.

"Dad..." The lines between 'simulation' and 'reality' had been blurred. These were just the same things she'd said before, the same thoughts, the same everything... Why couldn't she control herself here? "I'm hungry..."

. . .

"Dad..."

No answer.

"...Dad..."

She heard him spring up from his chair, roaring obscenities. Kayla instinctively flinched, bracing for the slap as he rounded the corner and into the kitchen. Instead he reached out, yanking her by her hair, and shoved her to the ground and back into the living room. The memory changed as she went falling to the ground, but the surroundings were all still the same, even the weather outside the window. Kayla was older here, and now she was wearing a battered old baseball cap as she fell to the ground.

Her lip was bleeding. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and glared up at her father, eyes fixed on the cigarette. The TV was laying toppled on the ground, and there were shards of broken plates and cups littering the carpet. "You fucker!" she screamed. "You're gonna kill her!"

She reached up to grab the cigarette fixed on his hand, but before she could, his other hand shot out and clasped her by the wrist. He twisted and twisted as she yelled, kicked, wailed with all her fury and pain until her throat was sore. Garrett Croft never let up. He only reached out with that cigarette and pressed it hard, hard against the skin of her arm. Kayla could only scream.

He threw the cigarette aside, yanked off her baseball cap, and grabbed her by the top of her head.

"You!" He slapped her hard across the face. "Little!" Another slap, across the other cheek. "Shit!"

A hard punch to the jaw. There was a flash of white, black, and then the memory had changed again. She was standing out in a rainy field, staring up at dark storm clouds.

Her clothes, toothbrush, a bottle of shampoo, and a ragged old blanket were all stuffed inside her backpack. Right now, if she wanted, she could run away. She could disappear, maybe find some other relative to take her in. Then she'd be free, right? Free of the near-daily beatings, free from hunger, free from all the smoke, free from all the memories that tiny apartment held. Maybe she could even switch schools, or drop out altogether.

Then maybe things would turn out better.

Her hands clenched around the straps of her backpack.

But she knew she couldn't. She knew that from the beginning. She couldn't leave Lain alone with him. Kayla was her only sister, the closest thing to a mother, her only friend.

Kayla stared up at the sky, the raindrops feeling like gentle kisses against her cheek. "I don't want to go back..." she muttered to herself.

Why couldn't she ever fight back?

She was so hopeless.

Her hands curled into fists. There were budding, building emotions all threatening to spill over, but she had to keep them bottled up. Still, she couldn't stop that thought from repeated in her head. I don't want to go back... I don't want to go back...

If she was so weak, then the least she could do was choose not to run away from all her problems.

But still that thought repeated in her head.

All her anger, frustration, and helplessness burst out of her all at once. A tingling sensation spread across her skin. "I don't want to go back!"

There was a bright flash, the loudest boom of thunder she ever heard, and Kayla fell to her knees, ears ringing. When she blinked her eyes open, she was staring up at a dark stormy sky.

When she looked down, the grass was scorched around her in a black circle, but she was completely unhurt. Even her clothes were unsinged. What the hell...?

Tingles.

She stared down at her trembling hand. Blue electric sparks were crackling in her palm.

There was a sudden pain in her ribs, her stomach, her wrist, her foot, and when she blinked, she wasn't kneeling in a grassy field anymore. There was glass, blood, brain matter and skull fragments splattered all over the cold lab floor. Kayla was still staring at her hand. Sparks.

Kayla raised her gaze from her fingers to stare at the gory scene in front of her. A girl, wearing a normal girl's clothes, except from the shoulders up... there wasn't anything. Just a spreading red pool that stained Kayla's hands and knees.

The room seemed to darken, shift, change, but Kayla's eyes were still fixed on her sparking fingers.

In her mind's eye, she could see the girl from the mission again. The girl floating in a vat of colored fluid. In a memory too vivid to be just a dream, she could still see her break apart limb by limb and dissolve into the liquid like acid. She could still see it leaking out from the vat and all over the floor, all over her fingers, helpless to do anything.

She looked up. The room — if it was even a room — was completely pitch black. A yard away stood her father. Tall, grizzled, bearded, with long brown hair and hard eyes. Right in front of him stood Lain. Her heart dropped.

This wasn't a memory... was it? What was this place? Kayla tried to stand, but pain shot up her toes and foot when she tried to put weight on it. She glanced back down, and her arm was back in a sling, her foot back in a boot, and her crutch was laying abandoned just out of arm's reach.

A sudden desperation coursing through her, Kayla tried to push herself to her feet anyways, but it was like she was glued to the ground. For once, not even a spark could be seen around her. There were no currents, no lightning, nothing. Her heart began to race. "Lain! Come here!"

Lain didn't seem to hear her. She just stared up at Garrett Croft with wide eyes, mouth agape.

"Lain!" Even if this wasn't a memory, somehow, she knew what was coming. "Lain!"

He reached back, curling his hand into a fist. Lain still didn't move. It didn't matter how hard Kayla pushed herself, to the point where the pain in her shoulder and chest seemed on the verge of killing her. She couldn't stand up, couldn't move, couldn't even send a single spark his way.

"LAIN!"

The fist made impact with a sickening crunch, and Lain went crumpling to the floor with blood streaming from her nose. He knelt down in front of her and began to rain down blows, to her chest, arms, face. Each scream seemed to pierce through her.

She pushed herself, pushed herself, pushed herself, reaching for the man and girl only a yard away for her, but she was just out of reach, unable to do anything. Kayla screamed things at him, begging him to stop, screaming anything and everything in hope of his words reaching her, but it was like she was in a completely different universe from the one she was in. If he could hear her, he didn't make any note of it. Tears were streaming down her face before long.

"Make him stop...! please...! help!"

After awhile of this, Kayla just crumbled onto the floor, burying her face in her uninjured arm, sobs racking her body. "Stop it...! Just stop it...! Please... I'll do anything..."

It wasn't long until Lain wasn't making anymore sounds anymore. Kayla looked shakily up from the floor to stare at her. Her face was so swollen and beaten that she hardly even looked like the same girl anymore. Garrett Croft still knelt over her, gearing up for another punch.

"You bastard..."

All around her, the simulation was beginning to dissolve back into the real world, but she wasn't looking. She was staring right ahead at her father. She raised her left arm, pushing herself onto one knee as the glue that had kept her trapped seemed to disappear. Sparks raced down her arm to collect in a blue sphere at the tip of her nail.

"I'll kill you... I'll kill you... I'll kill you!"

She snapped her fingers, and with a sound like a gunshot, the spear of lightning shot off through Garrett Croft's upper body as easily as paper.

And then it was over. She was kneeling on a platform in a North Dakota field, her crutches were clear on the other side of the arena, and there was a spreading dark stain around her injured shoulder. The pain hit her all at once. Kayla could feel the sunshine on her back, the cool valley air, see the crowd of people gathered all around her. Her cheeks glistened with tears.

Kayla slowly, agonizingly, dragged herself onto her feet, scooping her crutch up under her arm. A Guardian with a ponytail started up the stairs to help her, but without even looking back at her, Kayla sent a wild whip of electricity snapping an inch away from the woman's face. Lynn went reeling backwards back down the stairs to avoid it, and Kayla took the chance to make her escape, rushing toward the stairs with an uneven gait...

...only halfway down, tripping and falling over her own awkward boot. She went tumbling, tumbling, tumbling into the grass, but she didn't stop for sympathy. Another snake of electricity snapped out, this time right in front of the Headmaster. The sparks popping dangerously around her head, her body, was more than enough to warn any concerned faculty or students to stay away.

She began to start pushing herself back onto her knees, but she wasn't even sure if she could do that with just one working arm. Kayla's fingers curled into the grass, her hat shadowing her face from the outside world.

I can't handle this.

With a concerned glance to check she wasn't blocking the stairs, Ms. Davis still carried on. "Next student up!"
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The Headmaster couldn't watch as his child struggled on the stage, clenching his fist and staring down hard at the ground. Of course it was still impossible to drown out the sounds, and it was even worse feeling all of his terror, far more painful than any other student that went up there, and the others were all terrors in themselves. By the time Jason had found his way into his arms and away, the man had to wipe a few small tears away, avoiding the gaze of the guardian beside him. Thank God Melody wasn't here to see it as well. She'd probably beat the shit out of him. Again he couldn't watch as the next student stepped up onto the stage.

"I don't want to throw them into a war." Nathaniel muttered lowly back to her, finally. "That's the last thing I want." His golden eyes glinted as he glanced up at the sky, letting out a heavy sigh. "But this is just scratch compared to what could happen if she came and had her way." Nate didn't like this entire thing at all, not one bit, but there was some part of him that pushed for it. It was cruel, but it had to be done. As long as Agrona was in the world, the danger of her attack was real, and it was something they had to prepare for. That's what he told himself anyways.

"Your son did well." The Gifted teacher had seemed find her way through the crowd and up to his right-hand side, her gaze not leaving the face of the next girl who had entered into the living nightmare, Miss McLochland. He shot her a slight awry look, wondering what exactly her definition of 'well' was these days. She didn't seem to notice it, or if she did then she paid no mind to it, folding her hands neatly behind her back and continuing to watch. "These illusions aren't perfect in comparison to her gift, but dangerous none-the-less." Amelia had finished her simulation then, fleeing off the stage. The blonde watched her go, saying nothing for a few moments before speaking again lowly. "These kids are strong."

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Jason had rushed through the crowd, slipping through and around the small gaps in between people. If he bumped into someone, he couldn't bother to apologize. There was no time for courtesy. The image was burned into his head; her short, brown hair, those distant violet eyes, and her weak crumbled shape as the sick shade of red overtook her. Even without her gift, he was lost then, unable to focus - looking everywhere and nowhere for her at the same time. Every face in the crowd was a blur to him then.

When he felt something tug on his arm, his first instinct was to rip it away instantly and to keep rushing through the crowd, searching for the broken girl in his simulation, however long that would take. Thankfully, her voice snapped him out of that idea. She was shouting. That was enough to help snap the rest of him back into reality. The young man stopped in his tracks and spun around. He'd never heard her yell at him before, or yell at all, really.

"Eve...?" His gaze found her. It was still hard to focus, maybe from the adrenaline or something else, but it was definitely her standing there. Her grip was as firm as her stare. There was no blood, no cuts, she didn't seem to be hurt at all. Still, he had to look to be sure. It had all seemed so real. A few fresh tears started to appear as he grinned, just happy and relieved to see her again, completely fine. He sharply pulled her in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Yeah, I'm alright. I'm alright..." He near-sang, trying to convince her as well as himself.

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He hadn't wanted to come to this fucking thing in the first place. It was bullshit. Complete, obvious, pointless, mind-breaking bullshit - and anyone who had common sense had to see that. Yet one after one, these morons filed up to volunteer themselves for a wonderful, not-so healthy dose of mind rape. It was harsh enough to watch. Pres couldn't imagine what it'd be like to actually be up there himself, much less everyone see him scream and cry like a five year old. There were a few he knew that thought better than trying this shit out, most not even bothering to show up. They were the smart ones, and he wished he could join them.

Unfortunately, there was one girl who obviously didn't get the entire thing, who just had to leave her dorm and come waddling out to see the show. Even worse, she had to be one of ones who had to throw themselves unto the stage. Preston had to bite his tongue then. The Piikachu was proud and stubborn as all fuck, and the Autumn supposed he should have seen this coming. Something told him to reach out and stop her, but he held the urge. He was Kayla's roommate, not her babysitter or anything. If she wanted to put herself on the chopping block, he wasn't going to stop her.

He regretted doing nothing the moment she started screaming.

Preston watched as she moved around, at some points, looking as shaky as a little kid, others like she was lost - or stuck... He didn't realize it, but he'd been clawing at the sleeves of his shirt, arms crossed tightly as she began to plead with the air in front of her with wide, tearful eyes. Lain? Who was Lain?

Whoever Lain was seemed to be all too important. Pres glanced into the crowd for a moment, watching as people started ducking or shifting around, seeming all too nervous as ripples of electricity seemed to travel up and down her arm, forming a sphere in her hand. He'd half expected a teacher to jump in and stop her, wondering if he had to run in and do so himself, but nobody seemed to have the time. In an instant, she was screaming murder and firing it off. The gazes of the entire crowd followed it as it ran into the sky, crackling in the atmosphere with the echo of a large explosion.

Everyone seemed to take a step back from Kayla as she stumbled down the stairs. He winced, only the guardian and headmaster moving immediately to help her, to no point. Sharp whips of electricity had surrounded her them, cutting off anyone from coming anywhere near close to her. He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to take in the pathetic sight. Did she expect to stay there all day?

He had no choice then. Preston pushed his way through the crowd, stopping a few feet away from where she was kneeling. Something tore at his heart then. To say she looked like was a mess was the understatement of the century. Her entire body was shaking, the wound in her shoulder seemed to open up again, and he couldn't even see her face. "Kayla, you fucking idiot." The young man muttered to her as he stepped closer. She'd brought this on herself, he thought, but still - he couldn't leave his, well... he couldn't leave his friend to bug-zap the crowd all night. Not by herself, not the way she seemed then.

Blue, hot strips of electricity snaked harmlessly around him. He made half an effort to turn the voltage down once he'd grabbed at her good shoulder, absorbing what strips of lightning he could. "Come on, lets get the hell out of here." Not wanting to stay long and make an even bigger show, he put his arm around her waist and helped her up onto her feet, planning to drag her ass back to the dorms.
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"That's why you have Guardians," Lynn told him after an awkward moment of silence, trying to avoid his gaze as he wiped away the tears with his sleeve. She couldn't blame him. If that had been her own daughter up there, she would've taken it just as bad — if not worse. Thinking of Addison getting caught up by 'those' people was already a nightmare she had to deal with, a fear always lingering at the back of her mind. To see it simulated like that right there, in person... of course it had to hurt. It was hard enough watching other people's kids do it.

But Lynn still clenched her fist. "So it shouldn't come to that, should it?"

She hadn't seen Irene making her way through the crowd at first, but she noticed her before Nate did. Her gaze locked over his shoulder, burning into her as the teacher walked up. The hate, the fury, all those feelings from twenty years ago started to build back up again, threatening to boil over and consume her.

The woman from her nightmare was standing only a yard away.

Her clenched fist began to tremble, her rage kept barely contained behind a deepening scowl. All that old rage burned hot and clear in her eyes again as she glared, glared, glared.

It was true that Lynn had come to Beata Academy to help protect its students. She'd just been a stupid thirteen year old girl when she'd gone all those years ago, but the Academy had destroyed her childhood and given her scars as souvenirs. Lynn knew the danger from Argona, from the monsters that resided on the other side of that Portal. Lynn wanted to protect them, to make sure they never had to go through what they had to go through back then.

But it wasn't just from the people in black that she wanted to shield them from.

Even if everyone else just preferred to pretend none of that ever happened, Lynn refused to forget and let bygones-be-bygones. Irene and Desken Moore were murderers. They helped run that slaughterhouse back then, and they only turned coat when they saw the writing on the wall. Even if they had been sincere back then, that they'd regretted what they'd done, that didn't change anything.

The person that had helped murder so many of her friends and schoolmates for one man's sick experiments was now a teacher at Beata Academy. To replace Spion — the person who had turned out to be one of Argona's lackeys all along. Was she the only person who still cared?

Even twenty years after the first Headmaster's death, his legacy still hung over Beata Academy like a shadow. The Moores, Spion, Phoebe, all the rest. If only they all had just one neck.

"They're still just children," Lynn spat, not bothering to hide the venom in her voice. She kept her voice to a near-whisper only for the sake of the students around them. They didn't need kids gossiping about a fight between faculty on top of everything else. Her mind flashed back to the Island, the classes, the exams upon exams, the monsters. At some points, they even made them fight against each other. Even if a student could last through this Simulation, would they be able to resist Argona's power? Somehow, she didn't think so.

Amelia McLochland came walking down the stairs and a girl with a crutch went limping up. That was enough to tear her gaze away from Irene, even for just a moment. A sling, a splint, bandages and a boot, with a cast over her nose and a black eye. She recognized that hat though. Oh, you can't be serious... Her gaze jumped back to Nate, half full of anger, half pleading. "Nate, please..."




Even though he grinned, she could still see the tears staining his cheeks, and the fresh ones threatening to spill over. She let herself get pulled into the hug, gripping him tight, never wanting to let him go. "I-idiot..." she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, burying her face into his chest, feeling like crying herself. Why did he have to go and do that? He didn't even have the excuse of being the first person up. After seeing all those other kids, they both knew exactly what he was getting himself up to. Why didn't she stop him?

He said that. Of course he said that, even in that stupid sing-song voice of his. Jace was always like that, but for once his facade had broken. Evelyn had always been confused about that usual expression of his, but now she could see right through it.

She gripped him tighter, not knowing what to say. "D-do you want t-to go b-b-back...?"

A frightening idea entered her mind. "Or... o-or I c-c-could do it too..."

Evelyn hadn't been planning to, but... but...




The pain, inside and outside, just got worse, and worse, and worse, and worse. Lightning rippled down her arms and legs, sparks forming an almost protective barrier around her, snapping and biting like bugs at anyone who got too close. Her gaze was leveled at the grass, new tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She felt so helpless, so violated, so vulnerable, so fucking weak and lost. Stumbling out of that simulation, crippled, dazed, with tears streaming down her face, it was like her entire persona crumbled away. Why? Kayla wanted to slam her fist on the ground, but it was all she could do to suppress a sob.

There was nothing she could do.

She didn't know how long she laid there, but a familiar voice shook her out of it. Kayla didn't dare look up at him and let him see her face. The whips of electricity seemed to get even more ferocious, as if trying to ward him away, but they were harmless against him as he walked up and sapped the last of her power away with a touch. It wasn't fair.

Kayla wanted to fight back, really wanted to, but she couldn't. It wasn't just that she physically couldn't, but it was like the fire inside of her had been extinguished. What was the point in trying to resist when there wasn't any tough facade to preserve, any pride left in her?

She really was pathetic.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her to her feet, and she started to stagger away with him, away from the crowd. "Let go of me," she muttered after a long silence, after they'd past the mob and moved further across the field. Her voice sounded fragile, but you could sense the last shreds of desperation and fight left in her tone. "Let go of me..."

There was a sharp stab of pain in her shoulder, and she could feel the blood spreading down her back and waist. She didn't want to go back to that infirmary.
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Clenching his teeth, he wasn't sure what to feel at this point. Angry, sad, fearful. He was more worried than he had ever been, scared by the fact that whatever had happened to his sister up there could possibly be amplified by whatever they were preparing for. Or maybe, it could actually happen. Or...Or...
Where Ken stood in the back of the crowd, he could hardly see what was going on up on the platform anymore. All he could focus on was his little sister, who now lay silent and shivering in his arms, tiny hands clasped around his neck as if she was afraid of falling into an abyss if he were to somehow drop her. The Autumn was overwhelmed, and he hadn't even gone up yet. All these people, whether they went up fearful or confident, all ended up the same way when it was over. He wanted to be angry at someone, blame someone for this, but he didn't know who. He still didn't know completely why they were even doing this. Also, it was optional, so it wasn't like he could blame the staff. Still, seeing his calm, quiet little sister reduced to this...He couldn't accept it.

"I can stand now..." He almost didn't hear it, the soft murmur from Rei as she loosened her scared grip on him. Ken glanced down to see her looking at him and nodded, letting her down onto her feet. She stumbled slightly, but quickly caught her balance, sniffling once and slowly growing calm again. The Spring looked towards the platform, mouth gaping a little in surprise. "Hey...Look. The girl from the mission." She whispered, pointing. Ken's eyes widened somewhat and he looked up just in time for the screaming to start. Even that girl, who seemed like she wouldn't take shit from anyone and could handle just about anything, couldn't handle this. He didn't really know her, and even after all of the other people went up and ended the same, he someone hadn't expected her to crumple down like that so soon. And she had a ton of bandages and a splint on her.

Inhale...Exhale. Ken was having second thoughts on going up there. Once again, he glanced back down at Rei, and was a bit surprised to see her staring right back at him. For once, he could take a good guess on what she was thinking:
Are you going to try?
He looked back towards the wooden platform, sighing. He couldn't just sit there and watch Rei go through that, watch everyone go through that, and not share their pain as well. Plus, he wanted to get stronger. If something bad happened, he wanted to be there for his friends and Rei, who was his only family aside from their father. He wanted to be there for Sebastion. He didn't want anything bad to happen to any of them if he could do something about it, and he wanted to make sure there was in fact something he could do. He clenched his fists as a small flame of determination began to burn in his eyes.

He looked at his sister, who squeezed his larger hand briefly in her much smaller one, a sign of reassurance. That he'd be okay. Ken couldn't help but smile lightly before walking back into the crowd. Rei stayed behind, watching him disappear. She instead sat down, waiting. She wouldn't watch this happen. She wouldn't be able to see what he could, but she could listen.

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"Ken Noboru!"

He took in another deep breath and stood still, keeping calm, reminding himself that it would be okay, that it was only an illusion. A mimicry of his memories, of his fears. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, everything had changed.

Where he stood was now a dirty tile floor. Parts of the tiles were cracked or missing completely for the majority of the squares, and there were puddles of muddy water here and there. He stood under a dim streetlamp in the middle of...nothingness. Everything was pitch black around what the light illuminated, which was just himself and the floor he stood on. The Autumn glanced around in confusion, not understanding what was happening, when suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance.

They slowly grew louder, closer, but Ken couldn't see who it was and couldn't tell what direction they came from. The sound was all around him, gradually raising his anxiety the closer they got. But the sound was the echo of footsteps from a single person, and the light that encompassed him seemed to stretch just far enough for Ken only to see the maker of such sounds once he was in arms-length. He paused, taking a deep breath, calming down. I'm fine. Nothing is happening. Anything that happens is an illusion.

Just stay calm.


And that's when the room lit up around him, revealing a seemingly endless, tiled room with a woman standing just a few feet away. She had long, wavy black hair and vibrant blue eyes. She stood there with a smile on her face, body dressed in a green gown with a laced, blue ribbon around her waist. She donned little, shiny turquoise earrings and a little golden marriage ring around her left ring finger. Ken stared at her with a pale face, a shocked expression. She seemed so real...Almost like he could reach out and hug her like he had wanted to for so many years since her death.

It was his mother.

She smiled at him, giggling quietly. "Hello Ken. It's nice to see you again." Her voice was exactly the same as it used to be, warm and welcoming. Always hiding what she really felt, her pain, in order to keep her family happy. She burdened herself so much...

Ken clenched his fist, shaking slightly. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm...It's not real! Don't fall for it! It'll turn bad at any second! His thoughts screamed at him, and he stumbled backwards a step, gritting his teeth. You know what happened to everyone else! STAY CALM!

His mother seemed worried, tilting her head a bit in confusion, her brow furrowing a bit to show her concern. "What's wrong? Please, answer me..." She began to tear up, biting her bottom lip as she looked at him with increasing sadness, hopelessness. Ken shut his eyes and looked towards the ground.

"It's been so long..."

His eyes shot open, looking back up at her in shock. His thoughts began to dull, unsure of the truth of this situation anymore. His mother slowly smiled when he looked at her, rubbing her tears away. The Autumn gaped, breathing uneven. Could they really replicate something like this? This wasn't a memory, nor a fear. It was almost as if his hope of seeing his mother alive and well again, that her death never happened, that she had just disappeared somewhere instead and was coming back after so many years to see him again were forging into reality. It was an empty dream, a pointless hope, but here, was he witnessing it? He briefly forgot about the fact that this fantasy would turn into a nightmare at any moment, only wanting to enjoy the moments of happiness he could have with his mother again. Even if it was a figment of his imagination.

Stumbling a few steps forward, he shut his eyes nervously for a moment, trying to calm down again. His mother reached a hand towards him, a gentle, happy look on her face. He smiled back at her and reached a hand out. However, just before they could make contact, Ken pulled back, surprised at the feeling of wetness around his feet. Had he stepped unknowingly into one of the puddles? He looked down, flinching at the sight of crimson.

No... He looked back up at his mother, hoping that she was still okay, that it wouldn't go on like this, but to no avail. In front of him stood his mother, hair matted and dripping blood, eyes stitched shut, mouth forcefully pinned into a smile by some sort of strings and sharp objects jabbing into the edges. The strings were from somewhere in the pitch black sky, slowly pulling back, making the smile on his mother's face larger, causing skin to rip and blood to flow. Around her neck was a rope that also hung from the endless sky, holding his mother just above the ground. Her hands were gone, leaving bloody, roughly-cut nubs with the bone jutting out. Ken stood frozen in pure terror, breathing accelerating fast. His mother's mouth opened and she reared her head back suddenly, screaming loudly. It was a blood-curdling scream that sent Ken spinning on his feet and running.

Or so he tried to run. He slipped on the blood and went falling into a huge puddle of it. Blood cascaded from  the splash and coated his clothes. He struggled to his feet again, chancing a look cover his shoulder to see his mother right behind him, reaching out to hug him with those bleeding arms. Half her face was now just the skull and hair, the string having ripped off part of her face altogether. Yet, still it smiled.

The Autumn shoved her away, grabbing his head with his hands and sinking to his knees. It's an illusion! It's not real! She would never do this to you or anyone! She was happy with everyone! It's not your fault, it's not real, it's not real it's not real it's not real--

Everything grew silent. He no longer felt the blood sticking to him. Is it over...? He didn't want to open his eyes, in case it wasn't. But he couldn't just sit there! Maybe if he continued to sit here, someone would come give him a little shove to let him know that it was over. And then he could hear it: the whispers of the crowd, slowly growing in place of the silence.  He sighed, releasing the breath he had unknowingly been holding, and opened his eyes.

It was never enough, was it?

He was crouched there, still in that bloodied room, his mother still in front of him, now sitting on he ground in front of him. The rope was gone, revealing a giant gash where the blood seemed to be endlessly pouring out. She was no longer smiling, but seemed to have the expression of a constant scream. And the whispering wasn't that of a crowd of students, but the whispering of his family, who all looked similarly gruesome, standing around him.

Ken was frozen in place, eyes wide, his hands gripping the ground. He clenched his teeth, glaring up at the sky. "Stop it!" He snapped, pupils shrinking.
A black aura began to slowly rise around his hands, his feet, and his entire body. "Get the fUCK OUT OF̢͚͍̻͕̳͈̟͓͞ ̢̣̦̬̗̣M̧̗̦̼̰̣̥̱͢͡Y̤̘͙̖͍͎ ̢̖̲̮̥̰͉͈̦́͘ͅH̖̱͉͎͙̩̝͢E͞͏̮͚̼͇̝A̴̡͖̭͓̜̭͟D͘͏͕̹̲̦̖̮͠!"


The aura grew, morphing and convulsing around him. His voice grew distorted, and he yelled out, the cry shaking and transforming into an unnatural roar. What busted out of the aura was an nine-foot demonic-looking creature. A Cerberus unlike what he usually transformed into. It was black, with curved horns and a huge jaw on each of its three heads. Its tail was thick and scaly with jagged, night-black fur. Its eyes glowed a bright red, seeming to distort the air slightly around them. On the wooden platform, this was surely a different turn of events.

However, it didn't move, simply making some sort of weird humming noise, heads lowered, large tail sweeping across the floor. Ken's personal vision was blurred, hazy, and he felt extremely dizzy all of the sudden. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew he had probably transformed again. Into what, he hadn't yet realized. He was too out of it. He watched as the illusion around him began to fade, the whispering leaving his ears, instead being replaced by the setting of the wooden platform once more. Darkness overtook his vision as he slowly transformed back into his human form, breathing heavy, body swaying somewhat before he finally blacked out. He collapsed, out cold.


Rei had quickly gotten to her feet at the sound of the roar, eyes widening a bit. She made her way through the crowd, peeking behind some people towards the front of the gathered students, just in time to see her older brother fall to the ground. She blinked and quickly made her way over to the steps and waiting, looking to see if anyone would help him out since she was obviously too small to do anything.
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