Death By Oral Report (Continued) Open to room 201

[latvia]

“M…Matthew?” Raivis stared at his friend, who had suddenly fallen to the ground without warning. It really scared him. First off, before Matthew fell, he seemed really angry at Raivis. That made the small boy even more scared. But then, Matthew had just fallen to the ground. Was he hurt? Was he conscious? Was he…dead?

Raivis ignored Nils for a second and knelt down next to Matthew, just staring at him. He knew nothing about medical science. Every time health class came around he always zoned out for fear that they were going to talk about something awkward. Right now, he wished he had paid more attention. But, it didn’t look like Matthew was breathing. That was certain to be a bad thing. He wasn’t cold anymore, either.

The boy got up, looking down at the floor. His camouflage was deactivated quickly, but he didn’t take immediate notice to that. He turned to Nils, his gaze still on the floor. “A-alright. Go,” he said, his voice a bit louder than it normally is. “I-if you tell anyone, you’ll get detention too. We’ll all get detention. A-a-and maybe Matthew will be okay.”

Right then, his mood seemed to change drastically. From how his camouflage was deactivated, he wasn’t scared anymore. But now he was just angry. He balled his hands into fists and grit his teeth, but didn’t move other than that. “G-go. G-get the janitor. N-no matter what you do, good or bad, y-you’ll always be a bastard to me.”

With that, he turned back toward Matthew and sat down next to him, watching him closely. He wished with all his heart that he’d be okay. It wasn’t really apparent before, but now – if someone put the pieces together carefully – they could tell that Raivis kind of liked Matthew. The Canadian was the first and only friend Raivis had in this stupid school, and probably a closer friend than he’s had in other schools too. And if Matthew was dead, God help him he would slit Nils’ throat.

_{(High off Benedryl. Excuse my probably fail and OOC post.)}

[jegernorge]

Nils raised his eyebrow at the cutesy little couple in front of him. The room was destroyed, the refrigerator was gone and this would cost money, there was a hole to be fixed and god knows how the ice beam didn't hit any pipes, especially the water ones. He sighed and rubbed his own forehead, thinking of all the possibilities. The Canadian had apparently fainted, he could still feel something of a mind coming from the other, although it was pretty weak. He could manipulate his memories even, he supposed, but then again, he couldn't absolutely tell. Next to him, there was the shaking Latvian, Raivis, who looked on the verge of tears, completely shaken. Nils had good news for him: they had asked for it.

He knew he would get detention, and frankly, he just nodded to it. He couldn't care less, a week without powers would be just another week, he could pass just as well, because he knew how to live completely without his powers. He could wear an extra layer of clothes, and drink a bit more coffee. Shrugging, Nils opened the door.

“G-go. G-get the janitor. N-no matter what you do, good or bad, y-you’ll always be a bastard to me.”

This made Nils pause. He slowly turned to the duo on the floor, raising an eyebrow at Raivis. Well, wasn't he angry now? He couldn't help but think it was slightly off, the boy was shaking so terribly yet he had enough guts to keep at least an angry voice - which didn't make Nils even flinch. Instead, he smiled at them, for a small time, turning on his heels to smack that door open and bring that one hell of a janitor to fix the mess.

"What you think of me won't change me. Your words won't make me better or worse, and I will not cry to them." He hissed, not even looking at the other.

Tugging his hair softly and fixing his cross barrette, Nils took some steps outside and looked around, before curling his hands around his mouth to yell. "Hello?! Will the janitor or any teacher show up?!" he made sure that the whole school would hear. "We have an emergency!" He yelled again, storming around the corridors before he went back to his room. He stopped inside, next to the door, and waited with his arms crossed.

"Now it's a matter of time before anyone shows up. We're all in trouble, you, me and even your stupid boyfriend over there." Nils waved a hand, leaning against the wall to wait. Well, he would surely go for a room off-campus now, or pick the lock on one of those empty rooms and invade them. To hell if this got him expelled, his actual room was much worse.

It was the very own Nilfheimr, and the ice wasn't helping. Nils smirked for a moment to himself, glad his book and Mr. Bun were safe. Nothing else truly mattered.

[awesomness]

Fritzi had been walking back to her dorm when she heard some guy shouting for a teacher or janitor. Probably made some kind of mess in his dorm, which sparked the Prussian's interest. She went upstairs and looked around for the source of the shouting- a blond boy with a floating hair curl.

"Did ya do anything crazy or something?" She asked, but there was no need since she could see the chaotic mess that was dorm room 201. And Fritzi had to admit that she was quite impressed. There was always that one part which felt disgusted and wanted to clean the place up right now, but whoever was in that dorm must've had a crazy time to create this mess. There was a hole in the wall and the refrigerator was pretty much gone.

"Woah man, this is some crazy shit," Fritzi laughed and leaned against the door, "Damn, I can't believe the awesome me just missed out on a crazy party," She looked closer at the dorm room and saw that there was one guy who seemed to be unconscious and another was shaking like crazy. Dang, they must've gotten really drunk or something, although Fritzi had never seen someone shake from drunkenness, "Hey, the party didn't end yet, right?"

She walked over to where the unconscious guy was, making sure not to trip over anything. The guy was really out of it. Strange... he doesn't reek of alcohol or anything. Maybe he's one of those people who really can't hold any liquor? Or... Or this guy might have gotten knocked unconscious or something, "Hey, is this guy alright? Doesn't seem like he passed out from getting drunk or anything."

(Yay for misinterpreting a situation! \o/ /shot)

[latvia]

Okay, now Raivis had no idea whatsoever to do. All his bravery was gone, as if someone just threw it out the window. And the arrival of this strange girl made it even worse. She seemed to think they had both gotten drunk or something. Raivis wished he was drunk. Then he’d have an excuse to leave. He did have a drink under his bed…

He shook his head slowly, looking up for a moment at the girl before immediately looking back down again. “I-i-it wasn’t a p-party,” he stuttered quietly. “I-it was a fight.” He shot a short glare at Nils out of the corner of his eye. “H-h-he made Matthew get r-really angry, a-and now he’s like this.”

Suddenly, Raivis became fully aware of what’s going on. There was a strange girl in the room now. Someone that Raivis had no idea what her powers were. They could be slow torture for all he knew. He hoped very hard they were mind powers. Mind powers don’t work on him. But still, he was starting to get scared, and fear equals camouflage of course.

He wasn’t completely camouflaged; the thought that the girl would only have mind powers was enough to calm him down a bit. Still, he was pretty transparent. Opaque enough for someone to be able to spot him, but transparent enough that a person would miss him if they just did a quick glance around the room. He scooted a fraction of an inch closer to Matthew, as if he would protect him or something. Yeah, that was going to happen.

[jegernorge]

Nils shook his head, first staring at the girl and then Raivis. This was hilarious, because apparently the albino girl had mistaken this as a party, while Matthew remained fainted on the floor, and Raivis was ridiculously nervous, the idiot. Nils smirked softly, pulling himself away from the wall to stare at the girl. First, explanations.

"Of course, you missed one hell of a party!" He spoke softly, staring at her. "There are drinks under the bed, you may search." He bluffed, because under his own bed there was nothing but books. "The poor little folk over there couldn't handle his alcohol, so you may forgive him, but Raivis over there can go on and on." Nils waved a finger softly, looking back. The two were still there, great, and he just answered Raivis apparently glare with a devious smirk.

He could keep at it for hours, digging them all into a much bigger mess than what he expected, but look how great, he was bringing everybody down with him, how absolutely fun! His lips jerked into the hint of a grin, as he dodged the albino girl and passed by the door. Now, to leave them alone, get out like nothing happened. He fixed his cross barrette and started walking.

"Oh, yes, you may always want to take Matthew to the infirmary, and don't pay attention to my friend Raivis, dear." He spoke to Fritzi again. "He's a bit drunk." He made a hand gesture, followed by a wink, before he turned on his heels and left the room.

Only when he was far enough is that he allowed to laugh, a sinister and disturbed, rather loud sound. He fixed his hair and hopped down the corridors, laughing to himself. He wanted to be a little bee now, just to see the janitor taking all of them to detention.

[awesomness]

"Kay," Fritzi made a small wave and started to look at the bottom of the beds. It wasn't until she checked each of them carefully when she realized that the Norwegian had lied about the booze. Then again, the whole dorm smelled pretty clean of alcohol and...

...Wait a second. Waaaaiiiit a second.

...Perhaps there might not have been a party in the first place. Now that Fritzi was thinking about it, the room seemed like it took a whole lot of damage as if from a fight.

"You weren't anywhere near a can of beer or anything recently, were you?" she asked Raivis- except that he was gone, or at least not visible. Dammit, the pipsqueak can turn invisible can't he? Ugh, that power's so annoying to deal with! "Hey midget, where the fuck are you? Not like I was sent to hunt you down or something."

She then looked at the unconscious boy again. What was his name? ...Matthew, was it? She didn't want to drag him to the infirmary or anything, and with the fight, the staff might blame her (since it's hard to believe her not getting into trouble.) The Prussian pulled the Canadian's eyes open and stared right at them before possessing him.

Fritzi (now in Matthew guise!) rubbed her (or his, whatever) eyes before stretching her arms out. Hmm, nothing seemed to hurt all that much, that's good.

"Now to find that bastard who lied to me," she smirked and walked out of the dorm room, grabbing the first blunt object she could find just in case (which just so happened to be a hockey stick.) It would probably help if Fritzi knew the powers of the person she had just possessed, but she was assuming that it was pretty strong from the damage of the room. Besides, even if that wasn't so, Fritzi the Great can always possess the girly-boy once she knew his name.

[latvia]

Raivis was about to answer the girl’s question with a no, but she continued on asking where he was. Worst of all, calling him a midget. He’s not that short! Is he? Raivis doesn’t think he is. He was just a bit short of his age, that’s all. He hated it when people called him that.

“Hey, I-I’m not th—“ Raivis stopped mid-sentence. The girl just…what did she actually do? He stood up and took a step back, folding his hands in front of him for a lack of anything else to do with them. Matthew was okay? But what about… Okay, this was all really confusing.

When Matthew, or whatever, left the room Raivis decided to follow. He really didn’t want to be there alone. Although, the fact that the other had grabbed a hockey stick as he left and looked a bit scary (for lack of a better word) made Raivis rethink his decision a bit. Should he go? They might start fighting again. In fact, he was pretty sure they would. And if they fought, he really didn’t want to be there. Then again, he wanted to make sure Matthew was okay, even if that wasn’t Matthew.

To make sure people knew he was standing there – he was still completely camouflaged – Raivis dug in his pocket for a pencil and put the tip against the wall as he walked. The lead made a mark on the wall to show that he was walking there. It wasn’t much, but Raivis had done this before and people seemed to move away from the wall when they saw the pencil mark moving on the wall. Yeah, he’d have to clean it up later, but he wasn’t worried about that.

Quickly, Raivis made long strides to keep up with not-Matthew. He tried to focus on the sound of the lead sliding on the wall just to keep his mind on other things, but it didn’t work, as he had expected. So far, Raivis was having a horrible time at this school…

[jegernorge]

A soft whistle filled the rooftops as a blue-claded man carefully swept the surface, face hidden by an equally blue hat and a slight bit of hair escaping from it. Blond hair and a miniature curl, bobbing to the wind. The whistle would match the birds, if they were around and singing, but the lonely janitor was alone. Simply whistling to himself as his broomstick swept back and forth. Swoop, swoop.

He paused for a few moments, looking up at the sky, blue orbs glimmering for a moment as the janitor - who looked way too young for this job - smirked lightly. He knew in another corner of school, more precisely the broom's locker, an old, pale and bald man was unconscious, slightly frozen and tied to a chair, but that doesn't matter now, does it? The janitor, or rather, Nils, smirked and went back to his whole facade. A janitor, they would never catch him there.

Chuckling, he briefly wondered what of the others. Most certainly, the girl and Raivis were on his heels now, because unless she was a complete idiot and was still searching for booze in their room. The other alternative was that she was a caring soul and both had taken Matthew to the infirmary. Oh, a little detail, caring souls do not exist. Nils could have considered that she decided to have her way with Raivis instead of fighting, but wasn't that a remote possibility. He laughed to himself, sweeping some plastic wraps away.

The wind was most certainly strong up there, but Nils also didn't care, he kinda like it. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the breeze, letting the broomstick fall as he reached up to fix his own hat, and hide his hair a bit. Shivers ran down his spine as he tugged his curl into the hat, hiding because that was his main trademark. He bit back a hiss, calmly bending down to pick up the broomstick and get back to his meek job as janitor. Well, his disguise.

The janitor began whistling once again, as he calmly swept the roof. Damn students, always making such a mess during lunch time!

[awesomness]

Fritzi ran through the halls, looking in each dorm room and asking the people if they've seen a pale blonde guy with a barrette and a floating hair curl. Every single one of them said no (well except for this one guy, but he was probably high and was babbling about how he could hear a double rainbow whom Fritzi didn't trust.) A lot of them seemed a bit frightened right afterwards. Maybe it was the hockey stick? Or maybe the guy she possessed might have a rough reputation. Then again, if he did, Fritzi probably would have known about it.

She decided to go up the stair on to the rooftop. It was empty for the most part, except for a janitor sweeping.

"Hey, I'm looking for this guy right now," she said to the janitor, "pale blonde about yay tall, has a barrette on one side, and a floating hair curl thing..." She paused when she thought she noticed a floating hair by the janitor's head, but dismissed that as her seeing things.

Fritzi has to move her hair back from the windiness of the weather. It almost felt weird since it was considerably shorter than her normal hair (though still a bit long for a guy.) Well, it didn't feel as weird as that one time when she was in the body of this guy with a mohawk, which was really annoying to deal with and changed her mind about getting some wacky hairstyle herself.

She doubted the janitor would know anything, unless this janitor was like that guy in Scrubs, which was possible in a school like this. Should she just say never mind and go back downstairs to search for him?.... Nah, it would probably be better to wait until he comes around. A seal's gotta resurface at some time, right?

[latvia]

Raivis followed Matthew – or whatever – everywhere: The other dorms, down every hall, and now onto the roof. Why would they even check the roof anyway? Like there’s going to be anyone on the roof. Well, besides the janitor, apparently.

There was no wall on the roof, so there was nowhere to make pencil marks to show where he was. Er, wait, did it even matter anymore? There was barely anyone here. No one to run him over or anything. But he had no idea if the two that were here knew he was standing there. He hadn’t gotten over the shock so he was still pretty camouflaged. Not completely, but almost. Not know what else to do to make his presence known, Raivis gripped the pencil tightly for a moment and slammed it on the ground in front of him. That’d work. …Maybe.

He ran – more like half skipped – over to Matthew’s side and just stood there next to him. He stared at the ground for a moment, then looked up at the janitor. He looked kind of young, which made Raivis tilt his head to the side a bit. This guy looked pretty young to be a janitor. And the last time Raivis had seen the janitor a few days ago he was—

Raivis froze. For a few moments, he couldn’t move. When he finally could, he reached up blindly and tugged at Matthew’s sleeve. He voice wasn’t working, though. He was panicking too much. All he could do was tug on his friend’s sleeve almost hard enough to rip the fabric. Couldn’t he tell that this just wasn’t right?

[jegernorge]

The janitor tapped his hat, stopping his whistling before slowly setting his broomstick aside, holding it a bit dully. He didn't need to look up and give out his disguise to know those were no other than the arrogant girl and that other completely stupid Latvian boy. Stupid kids, why did they have to come after him anyway. Yet, one thing got his attention. The first voice... it was Matthew's. Which was completely illogical, given how the boy was pretty much dead on the floor below.

"Nah, haven't seen 'em, not even them' hair ye point, kiddo." He spoke with a slow, strange accent. He sounded like one of those Texans, Westerners from old movies. He was doing this on purpose, obviously. Then, he began whistling again, going back to simply sweeping.

Sweeping, back and forth goes the broomstick. Back and forth as the ground slowly begins to freeze, and the whistling is just another way Nils finds to use his powers. He knew he could, to a minimal extent, bring out memories of pain and fear based on certain sounds, which included whistles. He wasn't a master at this, eye contact and sweet words were still his motto, but if he could use this little trick under his sleeve, why not? The notes were supposed to bring out memories of fear and despair, the whistling was melodious and soon, he was tapping the broomstick to ground according to the beat.

The Norwegian merely looked up just to see their reaction, smirking. It was, indeed, Matthew, which basically meant the other girl was still looking around for booze. Stupid. He kept with his "melody", watching how they would react to it. He was sure Raivis was also there, invisible as always, the prick. Well, as long as he was also soon on the floor screaming, Nils would be pleased.

The hat had fallen, because of the wind by now, revealing no other than Nils himself, the curl right there as well as the blond hair. But he was sure the duo couldn't even focus by now to realize the janitor was him. He was certain his powers had worked 100%, nothing less. Just wait. Wait, and see.

How exciting!

[awesomness]

Fritzi raised an eyebrow. She was pretty goddamn sure that none of the janitors spoke in a Western accent, and she had a lot of interaction with the school staff for all of the pranks she had done. She also thought she felt something tug at her sleeve, and it wasn’t something little that could’ve been from the wind.

She turned her head slightly, “What is it, y’midget?” because she was pretty sure that was the invisible person who had almost ripped the cloth of her sleeve.

Then the whistling had started.

Fritzi froze automatically, trying to recognize the tune. Please not classical, please not… no, no it wasn’t and thank goodness, because for whatever reason, Fritzi still had seizures from classical music even when possessing someone, and it was a clear giveaway. There was something else weird about the whistling however, but she couldn’t figure out exactly what until it was too late.

She put a hand on her face as if holding her head from falling off. She could feel the burn of whips on her hands, wrists, sides, legs, back, everywhere. A whiff of vodka had suddenly become intoxicatingly strong, making things hard to focus. Wh-… What was happening? Illusions? No… these are too familiar. Whoever did it (probably the janitor for god knows why) couldn’t have known this, there’s no way he could’ve.

“Hello there little kitty~” that ominous voice rang in her ears once more, as if the madman was right beside him just like the time she was kidnapped, “Aren’t you happy I’m here? Why don’t you sing a little song for me?”

Off in the real world, which Fritzi wasn’t paying attention to, the floors now covered in ice started to shatter and parts would suddenly explode. Shards of ice would fly all over the place and even the edges of the roof seemed to crack. A broom caught on fire, but froze as immediately as it combusted. Latent Abilities had a tendency to lean towards the theme of the person who is possessed which is ice in this case.

Her other hand was clutching her neck now, protecting the body part just in case. The malicious voice kept going, “Sing a little song for me, won’t you little kitty? No song, no food, no light. Don’t tell me you want to be punished. Now sing a little children’s song for me.”

Her voice started out shaky and out of tone, “… B-baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?” Ice continued to shatter and fly all around, only to heat up into boiling water when it landed and froze once more. Fires would start immediately, only to stop and go down to a subzero temperature before igniting once more. Fire then ice, ice then fire. Boom, boom, burn and freeze, “Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full,” She looked out at the rooftop and saw the janitor was actually the Norwegian, but right now she couldn’t care less who the fuck he was, just that he would freeze and burn, freeze and burn.

She pointed at Nils, “One for the master,”some ice exploded right in front of him. She then pointed in the general direction the Latvian should be and a mix of ice and concrete flew at him, “One for the dame…” Finally she pointed at herself and laughed in misery, “One for the little girl who cries down the lane~”

Bits of concrete flew around, as if trying to escape before anything worse occurred. Some hit Fritzi in the face. The scratches it made burned, yet it made her feel so cold. Did that make any sense? Then again, none of this was making sense- not the janitor being Nils, not the sudden flashback, not the evil voice who had listened to her sing before replying-

“Is that all you can do little kitty? I’m disappointed.”

Three years, four months, and seventeen days ago. That’s when he had said those exact same words, yet it impacted her all the same if not more.

[latvia]

Okay, now everything was getting scary again. Raivis was completely freaking out. He was whimpering quite loudly and shaking very violently. Of course, he was completely camouflaged. It would be a wonder if he wasn’t. He was still holding onto Matthew’s sleeve – very tightly, mind you. He only let go when he starting singing.

All Raivis could think was, ’Is he going insane again?’ And actually, he was right. Or he assumed he was right. Matthew wouldn’t throw concrete and ice at Raivis. The Latvian screamed loudly and jumped backwards, but it probably would’ve been smarter to jump out of the way instead. He turned his head at just the right moment so that the concrete that hit him there only grazed his forehead. A piece – very large piece – hit his shoulder and caused him to fall down. The only other piece that hit him was a small, but sharp, piece of ice that ripped through his shirt and grazed his side. Overall, it hurt. A lot.

Raivis wanted to scream. He held his most likely dislocated shoulder and scooted backwards on the ground, trying to get as far away from Matthew as possible. In his left eye, everything became red as the blood dripped down from his forehead. Raivis has never been in a situation like this. Not even when he was at this school. No one has ever hurt him this bad.

“P-p-pârtraukt!” he shouted, not knowing what else to do. If he got Matthew to stop before, he could do it again. But…that wasn’t Matthew. No, definitely not. Matthew wouldn’t do something like that, even if he was going insane. But it was worth a try, right? If he didn’t do anything, nothing was going to happen. “Stop, stop, stop! Pârtraukt!”

_{(Failpost is a fail. I'm sorry. orz)}

[jegernorge]

Nils smirked, watching as Matthew sang in a distorted voice before everything around them started to blow. Pieces of concrete were flying around, in explosions of fire followed by instant freezing, which was strange coming from the boy. Matthew's mind... the buzz coming from him was different, but Nils couldn't exactly match the dots - it didn't make sense that Matthew had suddenly changed his anima, or that someone had possessed him... Well, he didn't think such powers even existed.

He dodged the concrete that flew towards him so that it only cut his arm. It was a deep cut and he was bleeding, but nothing he couldn't ignore. He rested his hand on top of the cut, freezing his own skin and the blood as he chuckled at the Canadian, taking some steps towards him. The hat had flown and the broomstick was on the floor, he couldn't care less about his disguise now that everything was being pretty much destroyed. Burned. He clicked his tongue, the music had ended a long time ago, and stared at Matthew, right into his eyes for long enough to know that wasn't Matthew. And, if he was, he was at least bipolar. This wasn't making sense, and it wasn't so funny anymore.

"Enough." He yelled, ordering the other to stop his singing, smashing his feet against the ground as he froze the concrete all the way up to Matthew's feet. Next, he bent slightly to touch the floor, making the ice grow and cover Matthew's legs. He sounded out of himself enough that he wouldn't try to fight back. Nils, then, stood up again, running towards Matthew until he was facing the boy, who looked... zombified? My, this was strange.

The Norwegian curled his hand into a fist, ready to pummel the other and punch him, freeze him all the way to his bones - he was an insistent, pestering one! - when a scream stopped him. He took some steps back, looking around to try to find whoever was screaming 'stop', but all he could see was... He paused, focusing on blood... floating?! Couldn't be, and indeed, after he looked closer, the blood had the slight shape of a face. He matched the points quickly: Raivis was bleeding, and had become invisible our of fear, to protect him.

Nils paused on his tracks, staring at what would be Raivis' eyes - who knew? - as he completely detached himself from reality. In his mind, he saw a boy, tiny who could as well be a girl, sobbing and running. He knew that boy, the child had just been bullied again, kicked and called 'faggot' by his classmates. Nils chuckled dryly to himself, he was used, since a small child, to being called all the names he didn't like, even the nastier ones. And... There he was, being what else if not like the guys he hated? He felt something sink deep in his stomach, felt nauseous and displeased... Raivis' cries sounded so much like his younger self.

Still, outside he remained placid as always, keeping his blank expression. He shook his head, looking away from Raivis to stare back at Matthew, coughing slightly. "What now?!" He yelled, and the ice around him only grew more and more, layers of ice now covering the concrete. "Why are you still after me? Wasn't I done with you?!" He added, opening both arms as he pretty much glared at the Canadian, before turning around. "I am done with you." He hissed, walking away to pause next to Raivis, frowning.

"Listen, loser..." He smirked softly, offering a hand. "Come to the infirmary, I'm tired of those games, and I don't need to be banned from this place for killing a student." He added, shrugging lightly and briefly ignoring Matthew. Or whoever that guy who looked like Matthew was.

[awesomness]

“Sing again if you want a meal, you spoiled pet. This time with more enthusiasm.” Fritzi gulped and tried to remind herself that this wasn’t real, this wasn’t real. She knew it wasn’t but she also remembered how he’d said those exact words in that exact tone with the exact timing. It was like she was replaying a scene of a movie, except with a different setting and some additional characters. Heh, it’s rather pitiful isn’t it? Like everything else…

Her mind felt like it suddenly cleared up when she thought she heard someone shout at her. She blinked and looked forward to see the Norwegian. He… he was the one who did this, wasn’t he? That son of a bitch! Fritzi would’ve stomped over to that punk and push him off the rooftop it her legs weren’t frozen over.

She turned her head at the sound of a scream. Wh- why was there floating blood? Actually, what the fuck happened to the whole rooftop? Every square inch seemed to be full of rubble, frozen, or in flames. Then the realization came to her that it was probably because of her latent abilities.

That must mean that… that the floating blood was from that small, invisible boy. She tried to reach her hand out to him, but was too far away and unable to move her legs, “A-are you alright…?”

Fritzi had to turn her attention back at the Norwegian when he shouted at her again. Rage boiled within her, enough for the ice around her legs to start melting, “Me?” she shouted back, “Hah! If you hadn’t pulled off that memory magic trick of yours the most I would’ve fucking done was hang you off the top of a flagpole or something.” The melting ice started to hiss with steam, “But noo, you just had to dig into my past for your sick little games! Do you even know what those fucking memories were, you sadistic bastard?”

Fritzi wanted to beat him up and show all the things she had to endure by having him experience it. She wanted him to never want to come anywhere near the rooftop since it reminded him too much of what Fritzi the Great had done to humiliate him. Most of all, she wanted to show the goddamn world that she was better than them all and to never mess with her. This was beyond a simple prank to compensate for a little lie. This was beyond just a regular fight.

But then she remembered. The play’s still going on, and Frtizi’s supposed to be a timid, worrisome character if she remembered correctly about Matthew Williams. She should at least try to be a decent actor and get back to playing the correct role.

With the ice on her legs and feet now fully melted, she kneeled by Nils and gripped one of his legs desperately. She quickly searched for the Norwegian’s name through Matthew’s head, “F-forgive me…” she said, mimicking the worrisome tone she remembered that Matthew had from when she first met him, “I’m sorry, so sorry. Y’see, I just got out of control and my split personality must’ve taken over. That other side of me isn’t really the nicest or really all that peaceful and starts fights really well. I know I should go to a therapist or something about it and I know it had hurt others before. But I, well, at least this side of me, never meant to do any of this. Please, Nils…” that should be his name if Matthew’s semantic memory was correct, “I.. I’ll do anything to compensate for this. I… I swear! I’ll take all the blame! I’ll even be a s-servant for you if I must.”

She looked up with a pitiful face at the Norwegian, fake tears welling up in her eyes. She also sniffled to add to the effect, hoping that Nils would at least look at her long enough for her to possess him.