"Adults find pleasure in deceiving a child. They consider it necessary, but they also enjoy it. The children very quickly figure it out and then practice deception themselves." - Elias Canetti
"Just what do you think you're doing, Kazarina?" Gill snarled, pressing his hand even harder against her shoulder. Despite her helpless position against the wall, she managed to keep her wits about her. Her glare bore daggers up into his, clearly demonstrating her hatred for the red haired Pyrus brawler before her. Her shoulders were pinned to the metal wall behind her, as were the white wings that were so deceptive. She was mildly surprised that Gill hadn't drawn his weapon, a red bladed katana, and pressed it to her throat, but she knew that she could have easily outwitted him had it come to that.
"What do I think I'm doing?" she snarled back, resisting the urge to spit in his face. "I'm being sensible and actually contributing to the cause of our mighty emperor! I'm not the one holding his number two against a wall!"
Her use of her heightened status was only meant to anger Gill further, and the ploy worked. In rage, Gill pressed harder, but the perfectly controlled hypnotist predictably showed no sign of discomfort. He jerked her violently before releasing her, but his body remained carefully positioned to prevent her escape.
"Move, you imbecile!" she snapped, electricity running up and down her fists. She lifted one, slowly straightening her fingers, just daring him to stay in his current position. He stared back at her with such loathing and gall that her iris's shrank in anger. "I said move!"
With no less fury than before, Gill took a step back, but only one step. It was all she needed to slither past him into the space of the hallway, where she was free to leave or stay as she pleased.
"Now, that wasn't so hard was it?" Kazarina spat, brushing some invisible dust particles from her shoulders.
"You still keep that girl around!" Gill growled, crossing his arms. Kazarina's eyes flashed. "She's useless! Just get rid of her."
"If you had half the brain the emperor requires of you, you'd know that her presence is crucial! It amazes me that I wasn't given the position as his number two sooner; you really are clueless," she added with a glare filled with loathing.
Gill wanted nothing more than to snap the witch's neck right then and there. He watched her for a moment, struggling to keep control over his limbs, and her mouth curved upward in a devilish sneer. "My my, haven't we a temper..."
"I'm warning you, Kazarina," Gill murmured lowly. "You've overstepped your boundary."
"How so?" Gill ignored her.
"Why are you keeping Runo around?"
"Rin is actually quite useful," Kazarina corrected him. "And I'm amazed that you haven't seen the benefit of her presence."
"Well, not everyone is as brilliant as you are, Kazarina." She ignored his patronizing comment in favor of providing her attention elsewhere. Her eyes had taken a position in the corners of her eyes, as though she were looking behind her. Her shoulders squared off, and she angled her body away from Gill. "What are you looking at?" Gill demanded.
"It appears we have an eavesdropper. Anubias, you really are no better than that traitor, Ren," Kazarina said darkly, turning toward where one hallway intersected with the one they were hiding in. A dark, armored figure stepped around the corner, his gray hair standing up high on his head. His arms were crossed, and when he stopped walking, his position with his legs spread as he leaned back suggested he was perfectly comfortable. He watched the two with a level gaze, unconcerned.
"Forgive me, Mistress," he recited without actually sounded apologetic. "Are you two arguing again?" He sounded exasperated, yet at the same time, amused and, if possible, uninterested. "You're like an old married couple."
"Mind your own business," Gill growled. "Shouldn't you be in Bakugan Interspace?"
"My battles have yet to be determined. Yours, however, appear to be continuing just as lively as ever." Gill took a threatening step toward the artificial life form, who stood his ground fearlessly. "You can try to intimidate me. It's not going to work, Gill."
"Watch your mouth, Anubias!" he snarled. "Go away. This doesn't concern you."
"You're right, your dispute doesn't concern me. But I have a question that does."
"You have sixty seconds," Kazarina threatened.
"Rin was wondering when she can fight our "high security prisoner". What do you propose I tell her? After all, it would be a strong psychological blow against Dan if we-"
"No." Kazarina's tone was final and abrupt, if not slightly nervous. "Don't let her anywhere near him."
"Why?" Gill's question expressed his hostility openly, but a trace of genuine curiosity was evident. Kazarina glanced at him in irritation.
"Fine. Since the two of you seem to be so interested in this..." Kazarina shot Anubias an fiery glance, which he regarded cooly. "Runo cannot be exposed to her former allies. It will trigger an emotional response that will lead to her coming out the hypnosis again, which was why she reacted the way she did when she was at Bakugan Interspace."
Gill immediately pounced on her statement. "Then why are you keeping her around? Kazarina? You just said it yourself: she's useless! I saw how she reacted to just that Darkus Vestal brawler! How do you think she'll react to Dan?"
"Why do you think I've been refusing her requests to fight him?" she snarled, her eyes flashing golden. Gill blinked in surprise, but didn't back down.
"She's useless," he repeated, venom in his voice.
"I've just about had it with you! Are you questioning my motives?"
"Yes I am, you witch!" Gill shouted. "Keeping that girl around will only be a detriment to the emperor's goals!" His fingers twitched as though he longed to hold something in his hand. Kazarina failed to miss it, as hers were itching in the same manner, but Anubias noticed both of their reactions. They must have been wishing for their weapons.
"Well, seems as though the two of you are having one hell of a debate," Anubias muttered seriously, attracting both of their enraged gazes. "Play nice before you end up killing each other. The Master needs both of you intact for the plan to work."
"Stop with that high-and-mighty attitude, Anubias!" Kazarina spat. "If you value your life, you'll do as I say." Anubias glanced at her with disinterest before turning around. She didn't even bother trying to mask her explosive anger. "Don't you dare walk away from me!"
"I think you'll find that you have a more pressing issue, Kazarina," Gill threatened, holding up an arm to prevent her from following him.
"Get out of my way!" she yelled, jerking her arm in a powerful striking motion. Her hand glowed and itched with the electricity that crackled and hissed along her blue reptilian skin. However, Gill was prepared for the assault and quickly swatted her hand away, causing the lightning to shoot into the wall. The hallway was suddenly illuminated harshly, then the light flickered out, as did the fizzling sound that accompanied it.
Kazarina leaped backward, putting distance between herself and her rival. Gill watched her silently, biting back all of the enraged insults he was dying to screech. The fire in his eyes scorched a path into hers, where her own enmity burned his retinas.
"You are a worthless, cowardly dog, Gill," she said nastily, "trying to get rid of all those who stand in between you and your favor with the emperor! My advice to you would be to grow a backbone-and stay away from Rin!"
With that, Kazarina turned her back on the pissed off Pyrus brawler, stalking off in the opposite direction.
Anubias, who had simply ducked behind the wall, watched her depart with a focused, steady gaze. Her steps were taken at a leisurely pace, not what one would expect with a devious man such as Gill standing behind her. However, she seemed confident that Gill wouldn't lift a hand against her. Where she got her confidence from, Anubias could never and would never be able to guess. However, he did take note of the fists at her sides, how her knuckles were a brighter shade of blue than usual.
Anubias...
Anubias blinked, his head pulsing unpleasantly as the name filtered through his head. The summons were obvious and impossible to deny. Within seconds, Anubias's body had faded out of existence in a shower of rainbow sparkles, then reappeared in a shadowy, reddish underworld. Off-white, weblike tendrils stretched over the vast emptiness, spanning great, unseen distances. The warm, dry air held an unpleasant trace of rotting meat upon it, and as Anubias sank to one knee before the yellow clad creature, he caught a powerful wave of it. The decaying smell hit the back of his throat strongly, but he forced back his urge to retch.
"You summoned me, Master Mag Mel," he stated lowly, fixing his eyes on the "ground" beneath him. In reality, the expanse continued downward, far out of his field of vision. If he chose to think about it, he would realize that this prison must continue forever, with the intention of keeping his masked controller inside.
"Yes Anubias," Mag Mel growled, his voice sounding watery and guttural. Anubias kept his head bent downward. "Can you guess why you have been called here?"
"This is about my rivalry with Sellon and the Twelve Orders, isn't it, Sir?" he responded quietly.
"Not entirely, Anubias. In fact, I believe a little rivalry amongst allies is healthy, wouldn't you agree?" Anubias didn't respond, wondering vaguely if Mag Mel simply found watching his underlings fight to the death amusing. "I have a task for you, Anubias."
"Master?"
"As you know, the only way for me to break the chains that bind me here is to produce a surge of Chaos Energy," the creature growled. "That energy flows to me through these chains, feeding me, quenching, but just barely so, my undeniable thirst for power." Anubias glanced up at him. "That is why you and Sellon have been tasked with infiltrating Bakugan Interspace. For each battle those kids are involved in, power flows to me. I am connected to Bakugan Interspace on a nearly biological level thanks to these chains. Not that those brats of the Brawlers could ever hope to figure that out."
"Sire, I am aware of all the things you have just explained," Anubias stated, staring up at Mag-Mel. "Surely you must have some new task for me?"
"Patience, Anubias." There was a warning interlaced with his words, which Anubias hastened to heed. Mag-Mel continued. "I wish for you to go to Bakugan Interspace, but this time, disguised as a Gundalian. You are to make contact with the Brawlers and challenge the one named Spectra."
"The Vestal Darkus brawler?"
"Yes. He used to be a Pyrus battler at one time, and if what Kazarina told me is correct, then he was even strong enough to take Dan Kuso's Drago from him."
"What?"
"And he forced him to do battle against our little friend." The two were silent for a moment, and Aubias returned his gaze to the bottomless floor below him.
"Anubias, do not let your desire to fight Dan Kuso's get in the way of our mission," Mag-Mel warned. If he still had a mouth, Anubias was sure he would be frowning. "You know what I seek. The Gate and the Key. It is only a matter of time before we get out hands on the Gate, and the Key we can take at any time."
"I understand, Sire." Mostly he just wanted Mag Mel to stop with the scolding tone that so easily concealed an icy threat.
"When you arrive in Bakugan Interspace, you are to make contact with Spectra only after the Chaos Bakugan you bring with you begin to cause trouble. Make sure the Brawlers are split up. And make sure that you demand that he use Drago as his battling partner."
"Drago?" Genuine surprise took over Anubias's face and voice. "But Spectra doesn't share a Switchcode with Drago."
"I am aware that he does not posses that bond. However, if he is as exceptional a brawler as he has previously alluded to being, I believe his control over the Dragonoid should be nothing if not impressive. His abilities should rival even those of Dan Kuso." The conversation just kept returning to Dan, Anubias couldn't help but jealously acknowledge. He shouldn't have been surprised, considering he was the whole reason why hey were having this conversation in the first place, but something about him simply irked the Gundalian. Maybe it was the threat that he was more powerful than himself, but upon conjuring the memory of the weakened boy fighting against him with nothing but his fists, he reasoned there was no way that was the cause of his resentment.
"Do you understand what is expected of you?"
"Do you require Sellon's interference? Or Ren's involvement?"
"That is your decision. I do not care how you do things as long as you maximize the potential Chaos Energy that is produced. With such a large group as the Brawlers, surely the amount will be substantial. As far as Ren being involved, I would advise that you proceed with caution. He is more powerful than he seems to realize."
"I understand, Master." Anubias lowered his gaze to the floor in a fleeting gesture of respect, one that he knew Mag Mel would not object to so long as it was quick, before rising to his feet. No sooner had he risen did his feet vanished, followed by the rest of his body, leaving behind nothing but a cascade of silvery sparkles.
Rin scowled from her position on her bed up at the dull grey ceiling. An annoying, pulsing pain was shooting from the long, red burn that lined her jaw. As much as she wanted to clench her teeth, she didn't dare, for the pain would sear. Instead, she was forced to settle with boring a look of distaste through the metal paneling above her.
It wasn't fair! Angrily, Rin pushed herself into a sitting position. Why did Anubias get all the fun jobs? All she did was sit around all day! Sure, she couldn't remember anything past two days before, but she could feel that that was all she had been doing for a long time.
A fist came up to rest over her heart, as if she were trying to hold onto the fiery anger that blazed below her sternum. She could feel it in the tightness of her chest, in the anger that seemed to have been conjured from nothing; it felt like all she had ever done was sit and wait for someone else to get things done. Like she had always been the dead weight, dragged around by the other members of the team...
"Yeah, 'cause we're a 'team'," she scoffed, then blinked when she realized she had spoken out loud. Team? Her attention then snapped to that word. Team. Why did she use 'team'? That was a word to describe the exact opposite of what she was in relation to Sellon, Anubias and the Twelve Orders.
After a moment, though, her confusion about the usage of such an imprecise word faded, and her attention flicked to another subject. Her brain didn't seem to want to focus on one thing for too long, she thought with fleeting interest. Something in her gut told her it hadn't always been like that, but now, even though it wasn't a major cause for concern, it was unsettling.
Rin ran a hand through her hair, trying to recall the events of the days prior. As usual, nothing appeared before her aside from that constant blankness, that gap in her memories that no bridge would span. She supposed that at one point she expected the lack of knowledge would irritate her. On the contrary, she found it to be alright. Maybe she did something she regretted before. Now she didn't know, and she guessed that if she had any painful memories, this made up for them. This lack of knowing was actually rather comforting, but eerie at the same time.
Why do I have so many conflicting emotions?, she wondered briefly before her mind switched gears again. When was Anubias going to get back?
Irritation pricked her fingers again when she realized that information eluded her, just like all the other essential tidbits of knowing that had been forced from her mind. Now she was irritated with the lack of knowing, which she had thought before was blissful. With a groan to convey her ever-present confusion, she rose from her place on her bed. Her cape flapped to life behind her, just as her skirt and veil did. As much as she had desired removing the veil, her mistress had forbidden it. She recalled feeling resentment toward the petty accessory from the very beginning, but nevertheless, her mistress's word was law. She had found that out the hard way.
Pushing aside a thought for once, Rin made her way to the door, only pausing when a figure moved in the corner. Startled, she turned toward the movement. A sigh escaped her. This had to be at least the ninth time she had mistaken the image in the mirror for an alien figure. Instead, her own eyes gazed back at her, a mesmerizing, hypnotic gold. A thin, black line sliced down the center of the orb, splitting it effectively in half. Even though they were her own eyes, something about them was unfamiliar, and this wasn't the first time such foolish sentiments reached out to strike her. Every time she looked in a mirror (which she had been told she did often), a stranger gazed back, one with undisguised malice declared openly.
Rin shivered before running a hand along the back of the veil in a vain attempt to smooth it down (another thing she had been told: she obsessed about her appearance). Frankly, she found the action to be tedious and foreign. She had expected muscle memory to have started to return some of her waking memories, but it wasn't reaching out. The anger flared up again.
Rin grunted before jerking her gaze away from the mirror and reaching out for the doorknob. Her mind snatched at the purpose of her leaving, struggled to gain a foothold. An image of Kazarina and of Sellon swam up before her eyes, and as she pulled the door open, she jumped in surprise.
There stood Sellon herself, wearing a confident smirk upon her lavender face. Runo had been told that she had been around Sellon and Anubias her whole life, but when she looked into Sellon's eyes, she could see nothing that hinted at previous companionship.
The Nethian stood there confidently, eying Rin with a curious glint in her eye. Puzzlement took over her features, but Rin was suddenly struck by the feeling that it was false.
"Why, good morning, Rin," she drawled, fake cheerfulness permeating her otherwise hostile voice. It vibrated somewhere deep in Rin's ears, making her shiver. Never one to give in to the pride of others, Rin held her head high when she addressed who clearly thought of herself as her superior.
"Good morning, Sellon. What are you doing here?"
"My, aren't you straight and to the point," the Nethian commented, pushing past Rin and allowing herself into the room. Rin stepped to the side in annoyance, crossing her arms as the fabric over the lower portion of her face fluttered and tickled her chin. Sellon glanced around leisurely before settling herself in the desk chair on the opposite side of the room, taking care to smooth out the wrinkles in her dress before lifting her gaze to Rin once more. Her condescending grin never faltered, and Rin was momentarily unsure of what she hated most; Sellon's mightier-than-thou attitude or the lack of memories of slapping the grin off her face.
Rin frowned. She wasn't even sure why she suddenly didn't like Sellon. Since she 'woke up', as Mistress Kazarina had put it, she had thought of Sellon with the utmost respect and even reverence. Sellon was graceful, beautiful, and had a certain eloquence that Rin could certainly never hope to achieve. She carried herself with the confident air of a mature woman, which Rin somehow knew she didn't posses herself. On top of that, Sellon was one that was singled out for missions by the Master! She was allowed to go to the world where their enemies were every day, a task that Rin yearned for. Sellon was everything Rin wanted to be. Why today she harbored a borderline hostility for the woman was a mystery to her.
A second later, the thought dropped from her head as though erased existence by a candle snuffer. As much as she struggled to grab onto the fleeting thought, it was gone, and Rin knew she would not be able to reclaim it. Her anger had dissipated with it, released into a void between space. The reverence reappeared, along with the knowledge that Sellon only appeared to think she was superior. Sellon wanted what was best for her, Rin reasoned as she struggled to organize her thoughts. Sellon was her friend, her comrade. Someone to be trusted. Right?
It was with a tired and slightly irritated sigh that she realized Sellon had been speaking, that she had now stopped, and that she had not been listening.
"I-I'm sorry," Rin stammered when Sellon raised an eyebrow at her silence. The familiar yet eerie reverence only sped up the embarrassment that was taking over her. "I wasn't listening, could you please repeat that?" Sellon narrowed her eyes in concern.
"Of course. I was asking if when Anubias returns from his... excursion with the Brawlers, you would like to join us for dinner?" Rin blinked. 'Brawlers' was a term she recalled, one that she had held in her heart with an odd feeling to accompany it. However, instead of pursuing this thought, the meaning of Sellon's words pushed it out of her head. Rin stared at her in surprise.
"Really? You want me to dine with you?" she repeated, regarding the mere suggestion as a fragile teacup that could break at any second. A small flicker of fear twisted in her stomach, but she forced herself to ignore it and ponder it later.
Sellon was smirking like she found Rin's surprise amusing. She probably does, Rin thought, before the thought was whisked away and replaced by excitement that felt fake, even to her. She gave it a moment and it manifested itself more strongly, purely. She was excited. This was what she had always wanted, right?
"I would be honored," Rin breathed, again treading gently as though the moment would break into pieces. Sellon smiled.
"I am glad to hear it. I thought that perhaps spending some time with your former teammates you would regain some of your memories from that time before your accident." Rin nodded as she recalled them telling her she had lost a battle against the Brawlers, and that was the source of her memory loss. Somehow she had gotten injured.
Sellon's face morphed into concern. "I do hope you know that we aren't keeping you here because we feel you're incompetent," she said worriedly. Rin gazed at her curiously. "Oh no, we would never do that! You see, Mistress Kazarina and the Master are both very worried for your wellbeing. You hurt yourself rather badly in that battle-you were out for several hours!" Rin licked her lips and rolled the lower one over her teeth to moisten it effectively, for it was quite dry. "In fact, Anubias is out on Earth right now, getting revenge for their cruelty!" Rin shivered in surprise.
"Really?" she whispered, walking over to Sellon and sitting down on the floor in front of her. She gazed up at the Nethian's large, blue eyes as she pulled her legs underneath her body. Sellon smiled sadly at her naïveté.
"Oh Rin, you really have lost your memories, haven't you?" There was a solemn mourning in her voice that called forth a nearby sadness within Rin. "Have you really forgotten all the good the Master has promised? All the beauty he has promised to bring about? And all the kindness he has shown you?" Rin looked up at her helplessly, embarrassment flooding her senses. Sellon looked down at her in distress before reaching out a clawed hand.
"Oh my darling," she cooed, running her black, pointed fingertips along Rin's hairline. Gently, they flattened against her head and guided her head to her own leg, where Rin remained in surprise. The action felt... wrong... but also very comforting... "I can't believe that you really don't remember! It's so unfair! It should have been me instead, not you, with all of your potential... You almost won, you know." Rin looked up at her in surprise to find that Sellon's face had darkened. "But then those fiendish cheaters set you up! Another joined the fight and they fought you two against one!" The anger in Sellon's voice was starting to make Rin nervous.
Sellon moved her hands to Rin's shoulders and she gently rolled the desk chair backward. She dropped fluidly to her knees in front of Rin, taking care to make sure that her black dress wasn't displaced in the process. Rin marveled at how each and every move Sellon made had its own element of elegance to it, and each action was effortless.
"But I promise you, Rin, we will never let them hurt you again!" Sellon vowed with conviction. "We'll make the Brawlers pay for their crimes- and the Master's reign will be absolute. It will be beautiful, and all the criminals will be punished! Everyone the Brawlers have hurt, everyone who rises to challenge the Master's right judgement will be silenced! We'll enter into an era of peace and beauty, one that no one will every be able to challenge! We will make it perfect. We will make sure that everyone is satisfied, and that the Master rule is absolute!"
Her voice had risen in volume with each proclamation of good that the Master had assured her would come to pass, and Rin found herself accepting it. Yes, the Master truly cared for her. Mistress Kazarina had only burned her because in her amnesia, she had thought that the Twelve Orders were in the wrong. But now, as Sellon described all the good that the Master had promised would come, Rin knew what side she belonged on.
"Yes," Rin whispered. Sellon's gaze returned from where it was fixed on the wall to Rin's eyes, where a vehement patriotism blazed. "Yes!" she declared more strongly. "The Master will fix everything! I can't believe I've forgotten all of this. We will make the Brawlers pay for all the suffering they've inflicted-not just on me, I'm only one insignificant person. But on everyone else they've hurt." Sellon's eyes brightened in triumph.
"Yes, my dear Rin," she cooed, wrapping her arms around Rin's shoulders. Rin stiffened at first, shocked by Sellon's blatant display of affection, before melting into the hug. The two girls embraced fluidly, and a warm feeling came over the pale, blue haired teen. "We shall bring them justice." The word was accompanied by a tightening of the embrace, and then the girls broke apart. Sellon smiled at Rin, who returned a starry-eyed look of reverence.
Sellon stood and smoothed out her dress, the confident grin back in place. "I do hope you'll excuse me, but I do have a few important matters to attend to. Please, come to my room at around six o'clock," she directed, in reply to which Rin nodded enthusiastically. "Anubias shall be there with me. Then maybe we'll find a restaurant in a town nearby to enjoy a decent meal."
"That sounds wonderful," Rin gushed, not pausing for a minute to ponder how ridiculous she sounded. Sellon flashed her one last approving smile before heading toward the door.
Once it had closed behind her, Sellon allowed her grin to drop, replaced with a look of disgust. That girl was so easy to fool it was almost pathetic. If she hadn't known that Kazarina was manipulating Rin's thoughts from afar, she would have absolutely despised the girl. Such emptiness of mind was never healthy for anyone, not even those one misleads on secret missions such as this.
As Sellon made her way through the maze of corridors that made up this intricate building, she found herself taking deep pride in her ability to mislead others. Rin was nothing but a pawn, she reminded herself, as were her teammates in Bakugan Interspace, Chris and Soon. Now those two girls had truly empty heads-they were completely incapable of thinking for themselves. Well, Chris maybe had that ability somewhere in her, but Soon? One only had to dangle a bauble in front of her face and she'd jump around proclaiming whatever profanity she was fed!
Sellon sighed and paused in the hallway to run a hand along her ponytail. It was smooth, almost with the texture of rubber. Nothing like the thin, numerous filaments that rained down her back in her human guise. At the moment, Sellon wasn't sure which she liked more, but her mind latched onto a more pressing subject as Kazarina rounded the corner.
"Good work, Sellon," she commented, a gleeful smirk conveying her pleasure. "I can feel that Rin is coming around quite nicely."
"I must agree, Mistress," Sellon sneered in spite of herself. "Although I must admit, she is quite irritating."
"That is nothing how she acts when she isn't being controlled," Kazarina frowned. "She is actually quite impulsive. She refuses to listen when she is on her own."
"I remember her battle with yourself and Stoica. It appears I wouldn't like her either way," Sellon commented, placing a hand on her hip. "What are your plans for her?"
"I believe that she should be allowed to fight Sid," Kazarina mused, resting her right elbow in her left hand and then resting her chin on her free hand. "We can easily lead her into thinking that she will get the chance to battle Dan after she proves herself."
"I think that her desire to fight Dan will only increase after today," Sellon said. "I'm not sure if she knows he is the leader of the Battle Brawlers, and she now believes that the Battle Brawlers are a serious threat."
"Keep as much of that information from her as possible. You have done well, Sellon," Kazarina smirked. Sellon sneered. "Now, if you're up for it, I have an additional task for you..."
Ugh... I had writers block and school killed me this week. I finally got the motivation to write (randomly might I add) yesterday, and then my mom kept talking to me which threw me off. Oh well. I practically passed out from lack of sleep yesterday, so I guess this means no more going to bed at midnight on school nights...
Anyway, I hope that was okay... I'm still working on the art that I had in mind for this story... We'll see how that turns out if I ever actually finish it. And hopefully I'll be able to keep updating this through the school year (the only classes that aren't Honors Level for me are Religion and Chemistry. I'm screwed).
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(11/26/12)
You can find a few photos of my notes for the coming chapters (As well as ideas that have been scraped) on my deviantart page. The link to the specific picture is on my profile! I'm sorry I haven't updated this in 2 months, a friend of mine passed away then I watched another friend of mine almost die while choking, and then I've been up until midnight and 2 AM doing homework, so I haven't had much spare time. I'm really sorry and I intend to update soon (I have a few pages of the next chapter done actually), and I promise I will.
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