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Kip stared at her plate with what was supposed to be beef stroganoff; it looked like something that came out the wrong end of a dog.
"No matter how hard you look at it, it'll still be disgusting."
She looked up to Liz, some cheerleader who always wore her hair in impossibly curly pigtails.
"It might disappear. Who knows?"
Kip stared back down at the grey mass, but still felt Liz's presence.
"Is there something you wanted?"
"What happened to your eye?"
"How annoying," Kip thought.
"You honestly think this is your business. Take your concern somewhere else."
Kip looked up and motioned for Liz to sit, then leaned in real close, like she was going to divulge state secrets.
"See, I've got this horrible infection. I just woke up and my eye was all red and oozing yellow pus. Every morning I have to take tweezers and pick the little crusty bits out of it. It's simply terrible, but for some reason, if this isn't weird. I find it so cool! Sometimes I'll spend like 20 minutes just looking at it. If you like I could take you to the bathroom and show you!"
As was Kip's intent, Liz looked utterly horrified.
"N-no, that's alright. . . Just wanted to know you're ok."
She got out of there faster than a bat out of Hell.
Kip smiled and chuckled quietly as she resumed poking the failed mutation on her plate.
"So I assume you're still hell bent on being a social outcast."
Sebastian/Michael sat in Liz's vacated seat.
"Unless you have something useful to tell me, I really don't have the time. Well, I do, but I would find something extremely important to do about 30 seconds after you started talking."
"Are you always so unpleasant?"
"Why Sebastian, I thought you knew these things about me, we were once very close weren't we? It's quite blatantly obvious the gift of the sharp wit is reserved for those who annoy me."
"I annoy you? How degrading."
Kip finally looked up at him, she was growing tired of his games, and he treated her as though she were a child.
"No Sebastian you are in a category all your own. You irk me, I find you irksome. Therefore, you have a whole different side to me all to yourself."
"How lucky."
Kip rolled her eye.
"Do you have something I want to know or not? I haven't got all day."
He slid some papers toward her and she picked them up.
"Do you recognize anyone in those photos?"
Kip immediately saw that Alan was in every one of the pictures, she didn't know what else to look for.
"Sebastian, the only thing I know is that these photos were taken a few weeks before Alan was kidnapped."
"Keep looking."
She sighed and looked back down at the photos, they were all of the same day, when she and Alan had gone to the mall as a treat, and he had wandered off on his own for a bit.
"For God's sake Sebastian! What the hell am I looking for? I've only got one eye you know."
He gave an exasperated sigh and pointed a gloved finger at a small white square at the corner of the picture. Standing behind it was a man. Kip had to squint to see him, but she could see he wore glasses.
"You mean Carrie? Oh please, he's not a pedophile. He's harmless!"
Sebastian looked at her sternly.
"How do you know this man?"
Kip ran a hand through her hair.
"When I get a bit desperate I go to him and sell. The man says he runs an antique shop on wheels. He wouldn't know a finger ring from a napkin ring. He swallows whatever story I give him about the stuff and he gives me a good rate for it."
He raised an eyebrow.
"What? Sometimes Sebastian, you can't afford to be professional, especially with somebody as stingy as Mr. Mort."
Sebastian once again took the pictures from her and slipped them into a manila folder.
"Is there anything weird about him? Anything at all?"
"Look I told you-. . . Well sometimes when someone buys something from him he'll bow to you or do a dance or something recite a poem. But, Sebastian he couldn't possibly have done it."
"And just why exactly are you so sure?"
Kip picked up her plate.
"Because Sherlock, he had been staying with Mr. Mort for the past six months. And according to both of them he was always in bed by six. Mr. Mort even followed him the one night he left late, followed him right into a strip club. And another thing, Mr. Mort always sleeps at the counter of his shop, which is the only way out."
Sebastian's face was smooth, expressionless, but Kip saw the storm brewing behind his eyes.
"Well, as much fun as this has been, I have class."
She picked up her bag and started walking away.
"Oh and Sebastian?"
"Yes, My Lady?"
"If you keep doing as half assed a job as you're doing now, I will make sure that your old home down south looks like a freaking Brady Bunch episode. So do a little more digging instead of looking at the mall's security footage. Because believe me, I've looked at those pictures a million times."
He bowed his head.
"That's an order."
She walked away before he could smart off to her once again.
What she didn't see though, was Sebastian put his hand to his face and smile, his last words were muffled, but the intent was clear.
"Yes, My Lady."
Kip couldn't concentrate all through her health class; she sat in the back row, so it didn't matter much that she didn't give a flying rat's ass about what was going on.
She couldn't stop thinking about how Sebastian's face had been when she told him off. Maybe he was losing his touch? Nah, that couldn't be it. She just couldn't believe he was putting so little effort into all of this. Didn't they have a contract? How could he do something as simple and frankly, obvious as look at security footage from the mall!
"KIP!"
"What?"
Professor Adani stood in front of her with a condom held in his hand.
"What is your view on birth control?"
She could feel the rest of her classmate's eyes boring into her as Adani laid the condom on her desk, as he had passed them out to the whole class.
"My view sir, is that if everyone in high school is so sex starved that you have to waste a whole period of my precious education on the values of birth control,"
She handed the condom back to him.
"Then I have no desire whatsoever to take part in sexual intercourse until I have graduated and am out of this god forsaken place, away from all of you ding bats."
She looked at her whole class. Some of them were turning red; some looked like they wanted to slap her. Scratch that, they all looked like they wanted to slap her, even Professor Adani. He silently walked away and Kip put her head in her arms, grateful for the complete dark.
"But you never will graduate will you? You've got the sparkling future of being Demon food. I guess you're just like a pig Kip old pal. The only thing you're looking forward to is the slaughter."