Chapter 2: Ms. Lorde and Pure Heroine

Bastille was the last to enter the office of Lorde. She was an assistant principal and a counselor. Her office was on the same floor as the bathroom where Bastille had fought Simon and Garfunkel. It was small, surely meant for three persons at maximum. Her desk is the center, with a shelf full of binders and books behind it. Two generic, chairs placed in front of the desk. To the left of the desk, a large Window that was obscured by a tree branch. Barely any sunlight came into the office.

As Bastille entered the room Lorde was standing next to the door. She quickly closed it, and then closed the shades so that no one could look in. As she finished, she shot an irritated stare at the trio. She did not break eye contact the whole time she awkwardly maneuvered back to her seat. She sat down in her very luxurious leather chair, opened the drawer to her right, and took out a mints container. She took three or four out and then ate them. Simon was focused on the mints and Lorde noticed. "Do you want some, Simon?" she asked with an annoyed tone. Simon slightly nodded and she reached out to him with the mints. She leaned in to take some but right as her index finger and thumb were about to grab one, Lorde shut the lid on her finger. Simon let out a yelp and retracted her bloody finger and clenched it with her other hand to stop the bleeding. "YOU IDIOTS REALLY MESSED UP ON SOMETHING SO SIMPLED!" Lorde screamed.

"I HAVE HALF A MIND TO SIGN SOME PAPERS TO SEND YOU OFF TO ANOTHER PRIVATE SCHOOL. WHY THE HELL DID YOU TWO ENGAGE HER IN MANNER THAT COULD HAVE EASILY EXPOSED US? ANY OTHER STUDENT WOULD HAVE WALKED IN AND GET CAUGHT IN YOUR CROSSFIRE. WE TOLD YOU TO ONLY REPORT IF YOU KNOW IF THEY'RE A STAND USER!" Lorde yelled in one breath. She took a deep inhale, then ate more mints to calm herself down. She then turned her attention to Bastille. "So you are a Stand user?" she asked her.

"Y-yes" Bastille answered in a scared voice.

"I know first impressions can make or break a relationship, but I must ask you; do you wish to join us?"

Join? Why would I ever want to have anything to do with you freaks? Bastille thought. "N-no! I don't want to join you people. Look, I'm having a weird day, a lot has happen that I'm having trouble processing. C-can I go?" Bastille said hopingly. Lorde put her hand to her face and rubbed her temples with her index and thumb. "It's a formality, you have no choice in the matter. You may know too much." Lorde paused for a moment. "Actually, how much do you know?"

"I know that Simon and Garfunkel and possibly you have Stands." Responded Bastille.

Garfunkel sluggishly looked up from staring at the floor this whole time and said, "Well, she doesn't know that Madonna is a stand user."

It felt as though time had stopped. Bastille eyes widen and became more alert. She stared at Garfunkel then looked at Lorde. She was looking down at her desk, her hands balled up into fists and her knuckles white, she was breathing intensely. Her face was twisted with fury, she opened her lips and gritted her teeth. "YOU FUCKING DUNCE!" she bellowed.

"Wait, Ms. Lorde, she-she didn't mean it, Bastille must've given her a concussion, she needs to go to the hospital-" Simon was cut off from a fist connecting with Garfunkel's face. She fell out of her chair, blood coming out her nose and mouth, and Simon immediately went to her aid. She was panicking, begging for her friend to keep awake. Fear was overtaking Simon as she plead to Garfunkel to keep breathing. It was a vicious blow to the head, and it was from Lorde's Stand which had manifested before them.

The Stand was very humanoid, it appeared as though it was both male and female and was naked. It had very masculine arms and legged, bulging with muscles while its body and head were feminine and soft. It had breasts like a woman, but its lower section was very square like a man. It had constantly moving pattern like a lava lamp and it had no mouth and eyes. It had long flowing mane of hair that move as if it were underwater. The Stand move back to Lorde and floated behind her. "You were correct, Ms. Bastille. I do have a Stand, I call it: PURE HEROINE."

"Daft Punk!" Bastille called out her Stand and it appeared in front of her in a defensive stance.

"Thanks to Garfunkel, you now know too much."

"So you plan to kill a student? How's that gonna go over with Madonna, I wouldn't imagine she condones murder." Or does she? She thought. Bastille naturally came to the most pessimistic conclusion, and prepared herself.

"I'm not going to kill you, you're right, I cannot kill you, as much as I want to. Even with my high status in Madonna's Clique, I have my limitations. I have been given so much responsibility, and now you're one of them. I will deal with you some other way."

"Well I'm a handful!" Daft Punk charged with a punch, but was blocked by Pure Heroine. It was faster than DP, but not as precise with its strikes and jabs, so Bastille had an advantage. However, it was stronger, each time DP blocked a punch, and she could feel the power behind it.

Bastille then remembered that she doesn't know Daft Punk's ability and that she doesn't know Pure Heroine's ability as well. If Lorde was as "close" to Madonna as she claims, then she must have a powerful ability. Bastille could not risk discovering her ability the hard way, she noticed the clock hanging above the book shelf. Lorde noticed and saw that Daft Punk was open and went in for a strike. Midway through the attack, the clock transformed in a robot and had the hands of the clock as swords. It jumped down from the top shelf towards Pure Heroine and sliced its forearms and wrists. "I-is this your ability!?" Lorde shouted as her arms and wrist started to bleed.

The clock robot stood on top of the desk with Daft Punk to its side, ready to attack. Maybe if I manage to knock her out with one blow, I could probably convince her that it was a dream or something, spend my summer job money to keep those two quite Bastille wishfully thought. She did just that, having the clock robot jump and distract Pure Heroine and have DP follow with trying to get a direct hit on Lorde. She realized her plan then shouted, "PURE HEROINE CHANGE HER!"

Daft Punk stopped and disappeared, the robot turned back into a clock and fell to the floor. Bastille body started to change. Her hands grew larger, her feet grew larger and were now too big for her shoes. Her hips became smaller and her chest flattened. Her jaw became stronger and squarer. Her shoulders widened. A small round bump was in her throat but she could still breathe. Then, a growth in her pants started to happen, it was uncomfortable and sensitive. She now had male genitals. Bastille turned from a girl into a boy.

"W-what happened to me?!" Bastille said and was shocked by her new deepened voice.

"This is my Stand's ability, it can change the sex of a person permanently." Lorde said. "What is done cannot be undone!"

Bastille was in shock. Daft Punk dematerialized and the clock robot went back into its natural form. Bastille sat down instantly and was still processing what was happening. Lorde with a look of slight satisfaction, turned her attention to Simon and Garfunkel. "You two are definitely next." She stated.

"GARFUNKEL NEEDS TO GO TO A HOSPITAL!" Simon pleaded desperately.

"You'll go once Pure Heroine changes you, let's hope nothing delays that" Lorde said with a smirk.

Lorde motioned towards them, but stopped as soon as she heard the doorknob click. Her eyes widened as much as they could. She started to sweat and gulped. How was she going to explain this scene to anyone? For Bastille, this was a godsend, there was nothing Lorde could do to make this favorable for her.

The door opened with a man in a cardigan sweater with a button up shirt and a tie. His top button was unbuttoned and the tie was loose. He has fitted slacks and brown moccasin leather shoes; Gucci, no expenses spared. He had a small, groomed beard and a mustache with slight curved handlebars. The sides of his hair were shaved into narrow stripes of hair and on the top he had it slicked back. He was Deputy-Headmaster Marky Mark. His eyes were narrow and expressed boredom. He slowly walked into the room, not a cautious walk, but a casual walk. He studied what was going on: the female now male student with their hand on their chest and other hand on their crotch, the bloodied mess of a student, the visibly terrified student, and the counselor standing over them.

"M-mark I can-I can explain all of this!" Lorde said. She stutterers when she's nervous.

Marky Mark ignored her and went towards her desk. He picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. It was 911, as Bastille heard he dialed more than three numbers, but a regular number. As it rang, he looked over his shoulder at Bastille, then he said hello into the phone and looked at Simon and Garfunkel.

"Hey, I need you to pick up someone. Girl. She's a student. She's a user. One of ours. OK. Yeah payment will happen after. See in you in two." He then hung up the phone. He then leaned on her desk and faced the three students.

"A fellow user will be here in a two minutes. They're going to pick up this one." He said as he gestured at Garfunkel. He noticed that Simon's worried expression. "They're going to help her, they're not gonna dispose of her." He then looked at Bastille and squatted down. "Pure Heroine did this to you? Damn. Well I'm going to take you home personally and talk with your parents."

Bastille did not even think about how to break the news to them. How would they feel that their daughter is now a son? Would they care or would they freak out? Well, Bastille could not blame them if they did freak out.

"Here take this." Marky Mark handed Bastille a windbreaker with the school insignia on the left breast. It was quite large, even though Bastille is now much bigger thanks to the change. "No one can see you, since you're a dude in all girl school. I need you to wait in the parking lot. I'm going to have a talk with Ms. Lorde." He said as he turned to Lorde. "Now, go."

Simon picked up Garfunkel, and left first. Bastille put on the windbreaker and then left as well, however had to get used to walking like this. Simon glared at Bastille, with regret in her eyes, she felt as though this was all her fault. Bastille almost said something along the lines of "I'm sorry" but couldn't as Simon walked away with Garfunkel to the parking lot.

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Bastille stood with the hood up next to a trashcan and a light. He (as now Bastille will be going by "he" to accept his change) tried to not look suspicious, but that was hard due to the fact that he was now a boy who was 6'1 and wearing a windbreaker with the hood up. Thankfully, it was still first period and majority of students were in class. Bastille also removed his bra seeing that he does not need it anymore. He won't be needing a lot of things anymore. This change will effect everything in his life now. Speaking of the devil, Lorde appeared. Bastille prepared himself for an attack. Lorde's bags under her eyes were red as if she was crying, but she still had the expression of dissatisfaction she had when she interrogated him.

"You're lucky, you're really lucky" she said.

Yeah, right. I have a dick now because of you. He thought.

"You're still enrolled in this school, but you are going to be given three weeks off to 'adjust' to your change."

That's actually some good news.

"Also." Lorde was cringing as she said, "I apologize for using my Stand to change your sex without your consent."

Wow that changes EVERYTHING. Please.

Lorde put her hand forward, seeming that she wanted to shake hands. Bastille knew that her words were empty, but begrudgingly shook her hand. Then her grasp tightened and pull him closer to her face. "Cross me again and I'll make you a stain on the floor got it?" she asked in a quiet yet intimidating way. Bastille did not give the satisfaction of showing fear, but he was scared. She knew what Daft Punk's ability of transforming robots out of electronics and with that she could find a way to defeat him. She let go of his hand and made way for her car. She mumbled about being sent home for a week with no pay. Bastille watched as she started her car and drove out of the parking lot.

Lorde drove a small Buick Lacrosse 1997 make. It was well kept despite almost being 20 years old. She adjusted her review mirror so that she could keep an eye on Bastille. As she exited the campus she made a way to a 4-way intersection a few hundred feet away from the School. The light turned green and she proceeded however her car came to a slow. Bastille could see her from inside her car and she was trying to move the car. She turned it off and on with no luck, it would not budge. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a semi-truck coming. She started to worry but knew it would break. Then when it was coming nearer, it picked up speed. It got faster, and faster, almost too fast for a semi. She started to panic, she undid her seatbelt and tried to open the car door. The door clicked, but would not swing open. She kicked it, then called out Pure Heroine to break the door open. It motioned to punch downward but came to a slow halt. The truck hit her and the car at full force.

Bastille was stupefied. The car was split into to. Lorde's body was mangled, and she lost her left leg. Lorde was dead, as a result of a full on collision from the truck. The woman who had changed his life was killed in a freak accident. He started to sweat and turned his head to which he was met with Marky Mark who stood at 6'5", Bastille hadn't noticed before but even with his growth spurt, Mark is a tall man which made him more daunting.

He was looking at the chaos that had transpired at the intersection. He still wore that same expression he had when he walked into Lorde's office. He then looked at Bastille and said "How strange. Well let's go, Mr. Bastille," and Bastille was expressing the fear he tried to hide. "One thing," Bastille listened will full attention. "You are now a Stand User, with that you will attract other Stand Users. I need you to lay low for these next few weeks, and do not repeat what you heard in Lorde's office. You keep quiet and we will not have any problems." He said with a voice so cold.

Bastille nodded and they went to Marky Mark's corvette. An ambulance and fire engine came to the scene of the accident. Mark went on a different route and asked for Bastille's address.