"You doing ok there Tessur?" He's been really jumpy since last week. Just because Lord Monochrome said he would be visiting soon to check up on us. That should be something to be celebrating! It wasn't every day that your king said he was coming over.
"No, I am not." Tessur grips his phone. He flips it open, waits a few seconds, and then closes it. Then he does it all over again. It was beginning to get on my nerves. "He didn't specify when he'd be coming. What if it's today?" He stops messing with his phone.
"Then we party?" I sink lower into the couch. I don't understand why he was so nervous.
"We are not throwing our king a party." Tessur frowns.
"Why not?" I grin.
"Yea, why not?" Etihvv leans over the back of the couch. Their mouth is curved into a smirk. They seemed to be in a good mood today. Tessur doesn't reply, just scowls in our general direction. Snickering sounds from the two of us.
"You think he likes cake?" I turn to face Etihvv. They shrug and shift against the back of the white couch.
"I think he likes progress." Tessur holds his head in his hands. "And we've barely had any." Is that what he was fretting over? My stomach twists. It was true, we haven't had that much progress, but we've still had some! Especially with catching the Vermillion cure; Clancy. We also recovered the red Pigment. Wasn't that good enough to overshadow our failures? Geez, his nervousness was rubbing off on me now.
"We got the red Pigment, isn't that good enough?" Etihvv whines. What a child. They could at least keep that kind of talking in their head. Like me. I shift uncomfortably on the plush couch.
"We'll just have to wait and see." Tessur sighs. He lifts his head from his hands, gaze distant. "And get your damn feet off the table, Anneis." I drop the limbs from the glass table.
"You doing okay there Grif?" I turn in my chair, hands filled with wires and a wire clipper. It's been a week since the last Dead-Color attack. School had started slowly, classes starting later in the day. Most afterschool clubs were canceled as well. The whole school was tense. The chattering that breathed through the walls in the morning was silent. I didn't think I would actually miss the sounds.
"I'm doing fine." Grif purrs from atop my bed, a paw in a bag of chips. They were the epitome of lax. The scratches that marred them were gone, replaced with shining brown fur. Their wing however, was still slightly twisted.
"Don't eat all my chips." I turn back to my project. The robot was coming along great, the main body was almost done as well as the arms. I just needed to attach them and fix some of the bugs in the programming. And by some I mean a lot.
"How's the project Merle?" Grif asks. I shrug and put the wire clipper down.
"Fine. There's been a small bump, but that's fine." That's all there's been lately. Little setbacks. School work? Missed three days, now there's endless piles. Grif? Wing was still messed up. Pretty Cure? Missing my partner. Another Pigment? Broken. Life was dragging me down, when was it going to get better?
Before the thoughts can get any darker a knock at the door sounds. At once Grif dives under the blankets, wriggling to hide their tail. "Come in." I twirl in the chair to face the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a disappearing bag of chips. The door opens quietly, a blonde mop of hair poking in. I lean further back in my chair, waiting for Sylvia to actually come in. Now that we're… closer… she's visiting me more often. Most of the time it was for nothing, but she looked serious today.
"Merle, I have to ask you something." Sylvia shuts the door. Oh no. She couldn't know about being a Pretty Cure right? I eye the small lump beneath the covers. Maybe she saw Grif? "You know about the students leaving right?" Her voice draws my attention back.
The school was already thought to be 'cursed'. Now with the Dead-Color attacks and the draining of people's emotions, many students had requested leave. Some outright left, jumping over the fence that surrounds the school. I nod and look to my own feet. "Well, I have a small favor to ask about that." Her voice trails off at the end.
She couldn't be asking me to go catch them, right? That would be impossible. "You see, some of the people who left were a part of this small… club." Sylvia leans against my door. "And a certain someone left, so now we're looking for someone to fill in his job." Sylvia crosses her arms across her chest.
"He was the one who worked the projector." She elaborates. A technical job. I look to my table. Of course she would come to me.
"Sure." Sylvia grins.
"Thanks!"
"Oh hey Merle! You joining Movie Club in this trying time?" Meena leans across one of the school desks. Her long curls pool over the sides of the desk. I shrug at her question and head towards the projector. We were in the psychology classroom. The projector at the front of the room was pulled down, the screen a bright blue.
"She's just here till Kai gets back." Sylvia answer for me. She moves across the room towards a snack bar set up at the front. A small punch bowl sits in the middle, surrounded by different types of snacks. Cookies, chips, you name it. Grif would like this, I can't help but think of the griffon.
"Ooooh. That makes sense." Meena leans her head against her arm. "That boy, give him a slight reason and he'll skip." She sighs. 'Doesn't help that Jayme isn't stopping him either." She sinks lower into her palm. Jayme? That was the serious girl from the project, right? Were all of them friends or something?
"Ah," the projector hums as it starts up. The screen from the computer appears. It looks to be a generic horror movie.
"Heeey, the projectors working." Meena perks up immediately. "We don't even need Kai anymore." At her own joke she giggles. With the job done, I move towards the door. I wasn't needed any longer. At the thought my chest tightens. The thought of going back to my dorm, sitting in silence and working on a project sounds so boring. No, not boring, but unappetizing.
The thoughts fill my head. I head towards the door. It's not like we were friends, or like I was in the club. I was just here to work the projector. I hear my name being called. Turning, I face Sylvia.
"You want to stay? I mean, we have a lot of snacks." Her voice trails off at the end.
"…Sure." I smile.
The movie was as bad as it looked. The acting was subpar, the effects cheesy. The only truly scary thing was how Meena and Sylvia were acting. They were completely into it. Small gasps of shock when something happened as well as laughter at the terrible puns. Most of this was coming from Meena, but Sylvia would have her share of chuckles as well. I was completely blank faced. Not even a giggle escaped my lips.
Movie Club. Was all they did watch bad films? With a roar the monster appears on screen. It's a generic werewolf type monster. Not exactly stated to be one, but I wouldn't be surprised if a silver bullet came out of nowhere to kill it. I look away from the cut scene, a woman running away, to the two members. Meena is fully invested, she doesn't even notice me watching her. Sylvia is busy eating the cookies on her plate. A woman's scream draws my attention back to the screen. Fake blood spurts in gallons from the girl's throat. Amazing.
It was really him. The king of the Land of Shade. My jaw almost drops, but I keep myself in check. Lord Monochrome stands before us in all his regal glory. His white hair is pulled into a side ponytail, his sharp curled bangs ending right above his eyes. The coat he wears is black with a large fluff along the hood. The fluff is so big it runs up and above his lips.
"Lo-Lord Monochrome." Tessur is the first to speak. He inclines his head. I follow quickly. Don't want to get in trouble. After a few seconds of silence, we raise our heads. His impassive black eyes don't seem to take us in at all. They seem to be looking behind us, or like we were beneath his feet. Which we were. He was the king, we're just a soldier and a tactician.
"Hello." He finally speaks. His gaze sweeps over us as if he was actually noticing us for the first time. One hand pulls down at the fluff of his color, showing a small smile. "I take it you're Anneis and Tessur." Did he know our names? My cheeks feel flushed, my body faint. Did he say our names?
"Yes." Tessur answers.
"Good, did not want to be in the wrong place." With that he strides forward. "Let us discuss business elsewhere." Lord Monochrome passes besides us. I was a tall person, being the tallest in our little unit, but he was easily a head taller. The very idea makes my head spin.
"Right." Tessur sounds strangled. We enter the living room. Etihvv is nowhere to be seen. This could either be a good thing or a bad thing. They were probably with the Vermillion girl, babbling to her while she sits in her cage. Not that it was any of my concern.
"I received your last progress report." Lord Monochrome stands at the front of the room. Against the gray of the wall, his skin looks pale white.
"You… read those?" Tessur stands in front of his favorite chair.
"Of course. Moving on, you now possess the red Pigment?" Lord Monochrome looks towards me. I feel like a deer trapped in headlights. My fingers twitch beside my thighs.
"Yes. We also have the cure. Vermillion." I manage to spit the words out without so much of a stutter. I wasn't used to being so nervous. The anger that usually ran deep in my veins was absent, replaced by this fear. It didn't feel right.
"A prisoner? Yes, I remember reading that." Lord Monochrome pauses as if in deep thought. Though, I get the feeling he always looked like that. "I would like to meet her." I nod my head vigorously at his words. He could do whatever he wanted or felt was necessary. He was the king after all.
"I thought there were three of you, where is Etihvv." Lord Monochrome looks around the dull room. A good question. Most likely with the Vermillion girl. The words slip from my mouth. All he does is nod at my answer. Now I was ratting out my teammates, wonderful. But, something from the king's presence scares me. Like I had no right to hold anything back from him.
"I will go meet this prisoner now." Lord Monochrome readjusts the fluff around his neck. I nod and begin to lead the way.
I've been in this cell forever. The same bright white walls meet my gaze. I pace back and forth on the rug. Something was different. There's been no taunting from Anneis or sneering from Tessur as they pass by. Even Etihvv seems on edge. They sit outside the cell door. Every time they moved, the door would bang in its frame. I would have preferred silence.
"What's going on?" I try to get information from the enemy. They weren't my friend. When I talk to them I have to remind myself that. Etihvv turns, a frown on their sharp, gray face.
"None of your business." With that they return to staring forward. I frown and cross my arms. Something bad if it put them in this kind of mood. Or something good for me, since we're not friends. They weren't the Etihvv I knew, I had to keep telling myself that. They didn't have the same moods. "Well… It's Lord Monochrome. He's visiting." Etihvv turns to face me. Their expression is sour.
"What?" My blood runs cold. The King of the Grayscaled Kingdom was coming here. My heart rams in my chest. On reflex my fingers go to the hem of my shirt. It was already in tatters from the long nights here, but my fingers yank at the fray anyways. Keep it together, keep it together. I repeat the words like a mantra.
"I'm not supposed to talk to you." Etihvv is quiet, their gaze flickers down the hall. "So keep quiet." I can barely hear them over my heart. He couldn't be here? Why was he here? Did Merle lose her Pigment as well? Did he have all seven? No. Impossible. I try to force my fears down, try to replace it with trust in my partner. If they had all seven Pigments, Anneis would be down here gloating. It wouldn't be Etihvv looking nervous.
I try to keep my breathing regulated, breathing in and out on counts of seven. I make my way towards the 'bed'. It was really just a cot on the floor with a thin blanket. I collapse onto it anyways. I felt like I was back in the Chroma room, seeing the argument between him and the queen.
Tall and imposing. Eyes that just passed over like I was nothing. Please don't throw up. I try to keep the urge down. The queen's scream echoing around the hallway. I left her. I left her.
"Clancy?" I can barely hear my name. Etihvv, they were calling me? "Hey, don't get sick." I can hear the sound of footsteps. I wasn't going to get sick. I force the thoughts and bile down. I couldn't change the past. Only change the future.
"Lord Monochrome!" The sound of footsteps stop. I turn to face the man. He's exactly the same. From the white hair and pale gray almost white skin down to the black coat with a large fluff. I meet his gaze. It's like staring into space. I feel tiny, minuscule even. It didn't help I was kneeling on a cot in front of the already tall man.
Monochrome says nothing. I doubt they even recognize me. My hair was longer and shaggier than before, and I had lost weight. I looked like a shell of who I was before. "The girl who stole the red and blue Pigment." Monochrome finally speaks. My blood freezes for a second time. He recognized me. No, no, no, no. "You became a cure?" He slightly tilts his head.
I don't respond. What could I say? Not responding makes me feel like I have a little control of what's going on. I can't tell what Monochrome is thinking, the fluff blocks most of his face. After what feels like an eternity Monochrome looks away.
"Cure Vermillion. That was you as well wasn't it?" He looks to Etihvv. They nod, but don't meet his eyes.
"What a joke." Monochrome turns from the cell. "Let's go." Tessur and Anneis follow on his heels. Etihvv stays for a moment, eyes flickering between the spot where they sit and down the hall. Finally, they move and follow as well. Of course they would leave, they're the enemy.
Monochrome. This short meeting left me feeling sick. What was so funny? With a sigh I lie on the floor. The tiles are cold and a blessing against my skin. Merle… I can't help but think of her. I hope she would come and rescue me, but after what I did I doubt she would.
"Wasn't that great!" Meena flips the lights on. I shrug and turn off the projector. "That fake blood was everywhere."
"It was funny." Sylvia picks up wrappers. I wouldn't be surprised if she brought out a mini vacuum to pick up the crumbs. I cross the room to help cleanup as well. I did make some of the mess so I was obligated to do so. "The part with the werewolf pun was funny." Sylvia laughs, showing a toothy grin. Which pun. I shove my plate in the trashcan.
After cleanup we head out as a group. The halls are quiet, most of the students gone and the staff holed up in their rooms. My eyes pass over the many posters put up on the halls. That'd make a terrible Dead-Color. I pass the swimming club's poster. Their mascot is drawn crudely.
"Hmm, I can't remember, did we turn off the computer?" Sylvia stops suddenly. I shake my head.
"Shoot, we can't have that running all night." She spins on her heel and marches back towards the class. With a barely audible sigh I follow her. If she couldn't run the projector could she turn off the computer? Ha, the dorm manager can't even work electronics. My image of the fierce, but tiny, dorm manager who always knew what was going on was going down the drain.
"I'll come with you." I easily catch up to her. She grins and picks at imaginary dust on her vest.
"Catch you guys at the dorms!" Meena shouts at us, heading home without us. Sylvia waves her bye. The two of us fall into an easy stride. We're in no rush to turn off the computer. I think… going to movie club was something good. Even if it was a cheesy movie, it got me out of my dorm. I wonder if Clancy likes movie. My thoughts inevitably head into that direction.
When I got her back, I would show her the best movies. Something the two of us could enjoy. Or maybe I would get her to come to movie club too. I had discussed with Grif what we were going to do about her being captured. About her not fighting.
"Clancy is a very sensitive girl, you can't blame her for not fighting Etihvv. Those two were inseparable for years." Grif explains.
"I see."
"You can't fight Tessur or Anneis the way you are now."
"I know."
"We'll rescue her, you're a team, right?"
"…" My fingers brush over the bandages where Etihvv stabbed me. "Yea."
"When the time is right, that's when we'll rescue her. We can't lose you as well."
The conversation went a little back and forth after that. My heart was conflicted then, still reeling from the fact that Clancy chose Etihvv over me. But, I know I have to rescue her. We're still friends. At least that's the thoughts I cling to.
"Hm?" Sylvia stops walking. I almost collide into her, lost in my thoughts. "Isn't that-"
"-Dammit." I cut her off. Following Sylvia's gaze, there's Tessur and a new man I've never seen. He's as gray as the lackey. Wait, my body freezes. White hair and extremely tall, I recall what Grif said before. "Monochrome." I breathe the name out.
I grab Sylvia's wrist with a shaking hand. I can't stop my body from trembling. My heart rams in my chest, threatening to break my ribcage. I yank at Sylvia's wrists, trying to pull her back. She stumbles, shoes squeaking on the tiled floor. This draws the attention of the two grayscaled men.
"Merle? What was that for?" Sylvia glares at me. I let go of her wrist. Now that I wasn't holding on to her I can feel my body shaking heavier. What do I do? That was the man who turned the Land of Canvases gray. The man who stole the Pigments. Oh god, I can't stop the trembling. My knees knock against each other. I feel like I'm going to collapse at a given moment. "Merle?" Fear creeps into Sylvia's voice. I can't turn my head away from the King of the Grayscaled Kingdom. Even from faraway his eyes drag me in. Like miniature black holes. There's nothing there, no color and no emotion. I feel faint. Sylvia calls my name one last time. She grabs me by my upper arm and drags me down to her eye level.
"What's going on?" She hisses the words out. Another thing I know about her now, she doesn't like being out of the loop.
"Strip away your soul." I whip my head to face Tessur. His hand is already reeling something in. He yanks at nothing. "Rise and be reborn. Dead-Color!" At that, a wave of gray floods the area. Sylvia drops like a ragdoll into my arms. She's heavier than she looks and I almost drop her. Nothing happens at first. Then paint begins to flow like a tiny river from a classroom. The psychology room! The tiny rivr surges forward, paint coursing and crashing against the lockers on the other side of the hall. From the space below the door, and the gush of paint, comes a limb. Hands clamber against the floor, looking for purchase to push the rest of its body out.
"Precure Primer and Gloss!" I don't wait for the Dead-Color. Energy floods over my body, washing away my old clothes and leaving my Pretty Cure uniform. "The Color of the Unforgiving Earth." I point my hand towards the struggling Dead-Color. "Cure Aero!"
Before launching myself into battle, I grab Sylvia. Gray paint clings to her, unfortunately staining her clothes. I jump across the hallway and shift her into a sitting position against a gray locker. She'll be okay. I give her cheek a little pap. With that out of the way, I turn to face Tessur and Monochrome. My heart overshadows the slick sound of the Dead-Color trying to drag its way out. It overshadows the sound of paint gushing into the gray hallway.
"That's the other cure, Cure Aero." Tessur turns to the taller man.
"I see." Monochrome's quiet voice carries over the sounds of the Dead-Color's birth.
"She stole our other prisoner, the Guardian of the Pigments." Even from this distance I can hear the man's voice fall flat.
"That… is quiet troublesome. I remember reading that in the report as well." Monochrome looks towards me. Report? I don't have time to dwell over the word as the Dead-Color pops out from the door with a slick, squelching noise. At once the gushing of paint stops returning to the likes of a little river. I twist on my heel, facing it.
The Dead-Color this time is a parody of the werewolf monster from the movie. Paint drips from its wet, gray mane. My eyes narrow, looking only at it. Movies can become Dead-Colors as well… The thought brings no comfort. Neither did the fact that Monochrome the fucking destroyer of Clancy's homeland is in the same hallway. The Dead-Color attacks first. I easily dart to the right, dodging the swipe of its claws.
My feet slip beneath me. I slam into the paint with a yelp. Paint smears against my gloved hands as I try to push myself up. I don't get enough time to actually get up. The Dead-Color attacks again. I push to the left this time, rolling against the paint to dodge. Paint smears against my blue uniform, gets in my blue hair. I push up on the second roll, launching to my feet.
"Disgusting." I wipe paint off my exposed stomach with the back of my gloves. I sincerely hope the uniform is self-cleaning.
With that, I launch towards the Dead-Color. I slam my knee forward and into its chest. With a distorted yelp, it hits the wall. The bricks crack from the force. Not giving up for a moment, I shoot into another attack. Slinging my arm back, I sock the Dead-Color right in the muzzle. Another punch follows. And another. Jumping up, I twist in the air and sink my foot into the chest fur of the werewolf.
Bricks and wall dust explode forth as the Dead-Color is launched along the wall. Plaster and other debris fills the air. My short heeled boots dully clack against the paint smeared floor. This is revenge for being in such a terrible movie. The thought makes me chuckle.
The Dead-Color is done yet however. It stands on its hind legs, wiping away the gray blood that drips from its muzzle. One second it's there, the next it's gone. I barely have time to dodge. Claws barely miss the front of my stomach, but catch the wall. Large scores dig into the already broken wall. I land a few feet away, slipping once again on the paint. I catch myself on my palms, but it's too late.
The Dead-Color slams its front paw into my back. I collapse with a chocked scream face first into paint. Shit, the movie. The werewolf got bursts of speed when in danger. Did that mean I needed a silver bullet to kill it? My back flares in pain as the werewolf brings its paw down again. The floor cracks from the torment. I scream in pain, hand outstretched towards nothing. My back screams in protest.
The third time it tries to repeat the move I dodge. I slip against the paint, breaths ragged. My chest heaves with effort to get air. I feel like I'm not getting any. Struggling to stand, my back flares in pain. I crumple forward. I catch myself on my palms again. This time I'm prepared. Through the haze of pain I can see the werewolf dart forward. This prey wasn't going down without a fight however. I roll forward and thrust my legs upward. My heels dig into the upper arm of the beast, throwing it off balance.
It stumbles backwards. I twist my body, kicking its legs out from beneath. It hits the floor with a loud thud. Paint splatters in every direction.
"Oh come on!" I can barely hear the yell. "Get up Dead-Color!"
I climb to a standing position. "The Pigment that tranquilizes the heart." The oversized pencil appears in my outstretched hands. "Aero Reco-"The paw is a blur. It knocks the pencil out of my hands, and continues on. It slams into my face. Pain blares in hot flashes across my cheek. I stumble backwards, hands pressed against the wound. Red bubbles through my fingers.
My side concaves next. I slam into the ground with a sharp crack. The werewolf lets out a crackling laugh like static. I cough and sputter, the world a gray blur. What? I can't even think clearly. Pain travels across my body, first in my cheek, down my side, into my fingertips.
I struggle to stand again.
"Grab her Pigment." It's not Tessur saying the order. My body is flipped onto my back. All I can see is gray.
The Werewolf's paw reaches forward.
My arms won't respond. All they do is twitch at my sides.
The claw gets closer.
One arm soars through the air. I catch the paw. My arm trembles with the effort to hold it back.
"You aren't getting it." I spit the words out through grit teeth. I redirect the paw to the side. The ground swallows the claw with a loud crash. My other arm slings forward. My coiled fist connects with the Dead-Colors muzzle. There's barely a bite behind it. My strength disappearing quickly. I coil my legs towards my chest, place my feet squarely against the Dead-Color's chest. With a heave and a scream I launch it upwards.
The Dead-Color crashes against the ceiling, bits of glass and plastic raining down on me. I roll to the side, dodging the quickly falling Dead-Color. It splats against the floor with a discordant snarl. I slowly stand. Stumbling backwards, my lungs ache for air. My sides ache.
It isn't enough. The Dead-Color starts to get up again. Instinctively, I know Aero Recode won't work. Something buzzes at the back of my head, whispering it isn't enough. That new power. I reach my hands forward, coiling them around nothing.
I relax. At once, I can feel the Pigment pulsing with power against my chest. If I only knew how to access it. Like at the Chroma room, feeling the waves of energy crash over my senses. Drowning me in the feeling of being lost in the sea. Like last week, how I reached and pulled something out of those waves. If I could just access it.
The Pigment glows a light blue. Energy crashes over me like an ocean wave. I feel like I'm standing underwater. Water and energy swirl around my body, tugging my heavy clothes, playing with my braided crown. My hands reach through the energy, fingers brushing for anything solid. I just needed to solidify this power. Make it mine.
Everything seems to be happening at once. My mouth moves, words never reach my ears. My hands grasp something thin and metal like. Energy swirls, the ocean receding from behind. It tugs me, threating to swallow me. My feet dig into the ground, holding me in place.
"The Pigment that stills the heart!" I sweep the weapon upwards. "Aero Bit Buster!" The pole vibrates in my palms. Sounds crash around. I'm back in the gray hallway. No time seems to have passed. The Dead-Color grabs at its ears and lets out a roar. The sound of the Bit Buster drowns it out. It sounds like a random ambient noise, but different. It has that peaceful lull, but with a dangerous edge to it. My body wants to relax and tense up at the same time.
I swing the pole downward, catching sight of the weapon for the first time. It's like a cellphone tower. The thin pole extends forward, near the top are two rows of protruding metal bits. On those bits are rectangular metal shields. They circle the pole. A miniature cell tower, that's all I can compare it to.
"Bit Buster!" I point the front towards the Dead-Color. The frequency increases, the music presses against my sweaty skin. The Dead-Color hits the ground howling. It claws at its ears, futilely trying to block out the noise. With a blue flash, the Bit Buster is replaced with my pencil. The sound immediately stops.
"Aero Recode!" I swipe the code to the Dead-Color. It wraps around the werewolf, color returning to it. Not much as it was a gray werewolf, but the slits of its eyes return to yellow. It swells up, preparing to burst. I throw my arms out ready to block the paint, but it never comes.
A loud pop sounds, but the explosion of paint never hits. Blue bits of code and static hit me instead. It doesn't hurt, just tickles. The paint in the hall beings to dissipate, the smell slamming against my nose. The broken lights and walls repair themselves. The bright reds of the school bleed through the gray.
With a burst of light my uniform disappears. The cuts and pain ping away with it. A growl draws my attention down the hall. Tessur glares, hands curled into fists. Did he want to fight? Vermillion doubles over, dry heaving onto the floor. With one hit, Tessur did that. My hand grabs my Pigment. I broke his hand, I can defend myself. Well… his pinky, but that was beside the point.
"Interesting." It's Monochrome who speaks again. "A new power emerged forth." I can't tell what he's thinking with all that fluff over the lower half of his face. I narrow my gaze and look to him. The fear creeps up again, icy fingers gripping my heart.
Even when I just defeated a Dead-Color, that man scared me more. My hand curls tighter around the stone.
"Come on Tessur, we have things to do." With that, he turns away.
"Next time Aero." Tessur frowns. With that the two disappear.
"Sure," I answer the empty air. With that done I head towards Sylvia. She's beginning to stir, hands rubbing at her eyes.
"What happened?" She stumbles to her feet. I shrug and offer her my arm. She takes it. Continuing to rub at her eyes, I lead her to the Psychology room. We still had to turn off the computer. "Another one of those fainting spells? Perhaps Meena was right, the school is cursed." She's talking more to herself than me. Then-
"Don't you agree?" She turns to me, blue eyes filled with worry.
"I don't know." I answer honestly. "I hate the collapsing." It was a little of a blessing however, what if someone saw me doing my Pretty Cure thing? I would probably die or embarrassment. "Let's just turn off the computer." Sylvia leans more into my arm.
Afterword: Yoo whats up. I have everything for this arc planned out. It's prob going to change a little but whatever. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Leave a comment of constructive criticism!
Thanks.
