Ashes! Ashes! We All Fall Down! [Emro]

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro got what he wanted from her. The answers. The last piece of the puzzle. This girl only knew fear and anger. Such a tragic life. Such a rude man. This was why he had hatred for the human race. People like him. Emro closed his eyes, turning off the Geass, but still hearing her thoughts, and feeling the fear.

Elspeth hid behind the bookcase, peeking out. Watching them. Watching Haruka change between emotion. The young girl clenched the bookcase watching blood splatter across the wall as a chunk of his ear was slashed away. Tears welded in her eyes as she watched the two stubborn people. Why couldn't they stop...why did they have to keep doing this? She didn't want to lose her master.

Emro clasped his hand over his ear as he stared at Haruka. " He rammed you into the ground so to speak. He just used you. Not all guys are like that. I'm not like that. I don't think you are pathetic. You put up a good fight. That man was just lonely and needed to get his rocks off on you. Men like that are disgusting. I am very sorry you had to go through that. You just need to pass over this and let it go. Haruka, its been 200 years. Nobody is nothing. Everyone is something."

Emro had to calm her down, get control over this situation. But how? Maybe he would have to use brute force. He wasn't paying any lick of attention, and the knife slashed past his nose, causing another splatter of blood. This had to end before he dies of blood loss

He eyed the lighter she had used earlier, setting someone on fire....how...sadistic. Emro then saw a water glass and a letter opener. Which of the three should he use. Emro snatched the letter opener and swung it at her cheek.

[Haruka Yasu]

Was this man schizophrenic? First he mocked her, then he kicked her, next a kiss, and now he's trying to cut off her face as well? She blocked the swipe with her forearm and it went deep into her skin. "The fact that you think that you're better then the rest off them is disgusting," she growled through her gridded teeth at him, ignoring the screaming pain. She blew her hair, which was sticking to her face from the blood, away from her eyes and then took a deep breath---for she was near exhaustion---and kicked his side with a round kick; and as she did so she pulled her wrist away, and this time it came free.

"Everyone is nothing," she said, flinching as she pulled out the knife and slid it into the holder, beneath her short skirt on her right thigh, of her own personal weapon, which she held now and spun skillfully in her blood drenched fingers. "We're like ants living on a little dirt hill; never missed, never cherished. A small part of a big army. Pests. Consumers. Specks of nothing floating in this dark abyss of nothingness. This life here is hell; we've been destined to repeat it over, and over, and over... I know I'm not the only one who wishes that the Child would burn us all with His magnify glass." At the talk of burning, she glanced at the book ashes and lighter, but then quickly returned her gaze to his. "Though, technically, ants are something; they take up space, they react, etc., but really, who cares about an ant? Who cares if ants fight amongst each other? No one. It is simply nothing, consuming more nothing. So while I'm nothing, so are you. And the angel. And the Child Himself. Life..." she stated, her eyes trailing off to the ashes once more, "is pointless. Nothing."

She pushed a strand of loose blood stained hair behind an ear, and for a moment she looked normal---omitting the red stained, burn holes, and the knife she still held, of course. Her expression was innocent, casual, young, and thoughtful. Her stance was no longer threatening. It was hard to believe such a being could've caused this disruption.

However, though, it was only visible for a second or two, because then she looked back up at him and seemed to remember where she was for she slid one foot back into a fighting position and gripped her knife in the hand in front of her, her other hand back in an open palm bring-it-on pose. Her eyebrows came down in a serious expression instead of wistful, and the sneer began to come back. Sadness, though, was still there, way deep deep swirling in the tiniest bit of her eyes; if someone truly observant gave a bother, it might just be noticed.

She said nothing else, as if unsure if she could rely on herself saying things rightful to her hatred anymore; merely waited for him to attack again, staring at his eyes untrustingly. The last of the wound on her forearm healed up, making the softest sound of the skin closing up. She blinked unsteadily, breathing unevenly still despite the curse. Her lungs had never been the best, due to the years working at the mill when she was younger. It was as if her lungs had shrunk, carrying less air then the normal person. Her cheeks were a bit flushed, and her perfect petal lips pursed.

For the most fleeting moment she thought that his kiss had affected her in some way other then fear, but she quickly banished the thought before she could dwell on it any longer. Of course it hadn't. What a preposterous idea! She blinked again, grinding her teeth unconsciously. Oh, how she wanted to see him dead... she wanted no one to have this kind of power over her. Not even an illusion of it. Not even a whisper of a fraction of it. Her regripped her knife, feeling flinchy; she felt unsteady, like something was about to happen. She did not know whether it was good or bad, but change at all always knocked her off guard. Predictability held comfort. Different people, like Emro here, always made her unstable more then usual. It felt like walking on melting ice. Not to mention he's a boy. Ugh.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

(( Sorry, I do more talking that actions. XD))

Emro smiled his coy smile as he held where her kick had mad contact. He winced in pain "My friend, I am no mental what so ever. How is it disgusting? Because I open my heart to others? My heart isn't frozen over like yours? That I would think to take others under my wing and protect them with my final breath?"

The young man began walking towards her, preaching. " Does it disgust you that I see the light admist the coming darkness? That I am there for those in need? But why? Why would I care for others? I'm just a pig, a swine, a raging hormone machine only caring about depositing my seed in women? But Haruka I'm not like that. I'm there for others because nobody was there for me. My parents wanted me dead. I was a demon because of my eyes. I loved the supernatural, I wanted to talk to ghosts. I wanted to use Ouija boards to contact grandpa and grandma. They would...lock me outside in the cold snow. Mom and Dad would beat me if I dare spoke of spirits. And Haruka, not many people were there for me when I was casted out of the town. "

He stood there, watching her and listening. Emro smiled listening to her words about everyone being nothing. He couldn't help, but let out a small chuckle, and breaking eye contact. She was so wrong. So blindsighted by her own anger. " My, My, how you are so wrong. Everyone has feelings. Everyone makes contact with another person. Instead of ants, we are dominos. Our presence makes an affect on someone. A simple smile triggers the row of dominos. A simple act of kindess can go a long way, as well as an act of anger. The feeling you got from that man, triggered your hatred of men. Which triggered your school massacre. Which triggered the pain from the families. Which triggered depression. Which triggered your journey here. Which triggered this conversation, slash, battle royal.

We all are something. We all are people, with feeling, with care. Everyone is missed in some way. Which is why memorials are made, which is why prayers are said, which is why books are made. You are so blindsighted by your depression, your "woe is me," I was taken advantage of so now I am going to kill off all the males and hate them. Why don't you have a real reason.

Why don't you try hating the human race, like me. You and I are not so different. Look at the broad spectrum like I do. Show the world for what it really is. People. Are. Selfish. They care about themselves. Greed, Lust, Envy, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth. All self centered sins. You, are Wrath, while I am Envy.

You say who cares about ants? Other ants. There are few people who care. Think back to the school massacre. Think of all the plees and crys people had. They cared about the males, they wanted them alive. They had hearts. You didn't. Selfish, revenge."

Emro's nose nearly touched Haruka's " Wrath is what you are. Selfish revenge. You are what my hatred for the human race might become. I don't want that, I don't want to be the Sovereign of Fear"

Emro figited with the letter opener, and slammed the bladed end into the table. The young preacher was through with physical violence. It was not his realm of expertice. There were other ways that he could do damage, and the girl's body language had proven so. His wounds had healed up. He turned around to face her again. " Despite being here so long, your lungs may have been damaged beyond repair. Or the curse doesn't affect the damaged entering. How....sad. You have all this power, this rage to feed you, and your lungs cannot support that. So you deal the most damage you can before you wear yourself out. Yet, you are trapped in a mansion where it impairs your fighting technique. They keep healing. You tire yourself out while your opponent is free to attack. "

Emro moved and stood just out of arms length from her. It was unknown to him if Haruka was through fighting, or just begining. He would rarely deal physical damage, but more psychological damage. The youngin was more fascinated at what words could do to a person. It was very amusing to see how she reacted to such petty words. Maybe words can hurt you, along with the sticks and stones. His words, were bullets.

" Just look at you, cowering over such petty words. Isn't it amazing at how words can hurt you. You hate seeing how someone is stronger than you. Haruka, you grew up in the time where women were supressed but had no word in anything. Times have changed. Women are now officers, firefighters, serving our country, becoming doctors and political advisors. Even running for president. But, takes a long time to mend a broken mind. Maybe...I should give a taste of what I can do, if you still want to throw punches. But mine, won't involve fists." The room became very cold as a sense of darkness dwelled in the room. The same sense Elspeth always gave off. Now it was radiating off of Emro.

Elspeth gasped at Emro's final words. He would either use his mental abilities. His telepathy. He would most likely change it according to Haruka's time zone. To break her even further, by changing the image of the library, or bring out her fears. Breaking minds was what Emro was good at. Now Emro would have even more fun with this poor broken girl. Elspeth wanted out of here. There was blood everywhere. Pooled on the ground, splattered on the walls, stained on their clothing. This had to end. Elspeth was...afraid.

[Haruka Yasu]

Patiently she waited until he had finished his rant, her face stone still and showing no response to his words. "I am not cowering," she whispered sharply once he was done. "You're the one sneaking around in people's mind, taking their weaknesses from their private thoughts and laying it before them shamelessly," she spat, her voice still quite dim. "My days of being afraid are over; I face my fears, and kick them in the dirt!" she growled, spinning down and around and swiping her legs from beneath him so that he was knocked to the ground.

She, still couched, pounced over and held the knife to his throat. "Yes, they had pleaded," she answered breathlessly, "but only because when someone witnesses another person dieing, they die a bit themselves. It was selfishness that made them beg. Greed that made them scream as they watched. None of them had a single thought for the other; only thoughts of what would become of them."

Haruka wanted to ask why he labeled himself as envious, but she didn't want to look interested by what he said. Besides, he didn't matter. What was playing with her mind right now was humane curiosity, what she wanted was an inhumane blood bath. Not only curiosity tormented her mind, but more memories as well. That kiss Emro had planted upon her was growing from a seedling of bother to a mighty oak of torture, and she flinched as if slapped by an invisible figure.

She remembered the first day returning from when it started. How she had deluded herself into believing it was an accident, how she had promised herself that he would say sorry and never ever do it again. How she had hugged her clothes tight to herself, cowering in the back of the room as he taught. How her eyes had bulged. How the room seemed to lack air, how the students' glances seemed to stretch, long and narrow, accusing her again and again. Dirty whore, they seemed to say. They knew. They knew! Her heart pounded like a beating drum and she laid her head on her desk, breathing fast. She wanted to scream out that they didn't understand, that it wasn't like that, but when Mr. Shermen came over to ask if she was sickly, his hand sliding slyly onto her thigh... inner thigh... in between her legs... ---no one ever noticed, they didn't care about the girl with the insane asylum father---but when he did that, he seemed to protest that she was. That it was true. Dirty whore. Nasty slut. Your mother didn't care that you were born, she killed herself any way! She'd wanted a son. She'd wanted a son... a son... you're not good enough. Never good enough. You're nothing... nothing... nothing...

"Shut up," she gasped, although Emro said nothing. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She pressed the knife close to his skin, and a drop of dark red blood slid slowly down his neck. "Beg for mercy," she whispered, watching the blood drip, "beg for me to stop. I want to hear you squeal like the swine you are. You know what some boys did? They didn't just scream, they didn't just whimper, they didn't just try to hide; they offered their friends. If they hid, it was behind their friends. Not a single life came out to rescue. Not. A. Single. Life. And all the girls gathered, soon observant of my victims, but did not form together against me. They found themselves hopeless," Her eyes seemed to darken as she related this to her own terror story, "they didn't know what to do. They didn't understand why it was happening, specially to them." She smirked dryly. "Selfish little ants, aren't they?" she inquired, her knife still to his throat. "You know? I do not just want to you scream, I want you to give her" ---she nodded to Elspeth--- "up to me. I want you to sacrifice. I want you to fear me as much as I loathe you. If you do, give her to me, then I will leave you alone. If not, then I will just keep on going back to kill you until you will never sleep again without one of those mutant eye open." She looked at him stiffly. "You know why? Because these are my lips, not yours. I will torture any man who touched them. I already did the first, don't think I won't do the same thing to you."

Even if he did give her Elspeth, she would torture him. Even if he didn't, she would take Elspeth. Not that she would tell him that; but seeing someone give up what they care for (or think they care for, to Haruka she still thought that it was just horny lust that made him want the beautiful angel) seeing them do that made it worth while to kill them even more; it made it more bitter sweet, because then they could go to the grave with those thoughts haunting them forever, and so could the sacrifice.

Forever is such a cruel word, but Haruka knew it well.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro smiled coyly as he laid there with a knife to his throat. His eyes showed no signs of terror. It was like...he didn't care. If only she knew. If only she opened her mind up to everything. " You wonder why I prod people's minds and dig up fears and memories? It is the same way you despise men. Revenge. I was the target of fear, and misunderstanding. So, I bring up people's fear and lay it before them, warp it, and show them true fear. It is the only way people will ever understand. You have force them to see it. See what you want them to see. Because in real terror, you see people's true form. Their true nature.

They will bargain, plee, do anything to get you to stop. Just like those boys you killed so ruthlessly. Which brings up another point.

In a tragedy people only care for themselves. They will leave others behind in exchange for their own life. They will leave it up to the real heroes. Which is were you have it true. In the final moments, people only care for themselves. "

Emro piddled in her mind again, and his face turned to sorrow. His eyes showed it, like a glowing neon bar light. How could a man do that to a girl? Such horror. It was like Emro was standing in that very room. Remorse flooded over him, he couldn't take her back to that day. There was no way he could warp this room to do it. It would break her too much. But his eyes glanced down at the knife, seeing his reflection, seeing the fresh and dry blood coating his face. Do what you can to survive in this world. That was what he had read onetime in a book. Social Darwinism.

Emro watched the blood run down his neck. His voice whispered out, trying to hide the sorrow he felt for her. His voice ran dry. "I'm sorry he did that to you. You're not a slut or a whore." Emro had to stop showing remorse for this girl. Haruka was mentally unstaple, 200 years of cadged raged, was like a cadged dinosaur. Once you let it out, you're screwed. There is no way you can calm it down. Either you kill it, or tranq it. First, Emro would have to tranq her.

Emro began to laugh, which would only push her rage over the limit. "Scream? My dear, you won't hear me scream. For in my final moments in life, I remain calm, or I go into survival mode. Do anything I can to survive, anything. Starting, with your memories. And you won't get Elspeth."

"As seeing as you hate men, and your tragic moment was the day your teacher touched you in a naughty way. Lets see what my powers can do. Oh, and I don't want to get my ya yas out on Elspeth. You only say that because of your hate for my kind. Never, ever, have those thoughts of harming Elspeth." Emro was becoming a whole new person, a whole new side of him he'd never seen. He was far for courages.

Emro seemed to be in a trance, and he affected the minds of Elspeth, Haruka, and his own. The room began to change into an 1800's classroom. The library was no more. The bookshelves seemed to disappear from sight, and were replaced with desks. The carpeted floor changed to wooden floor. Emro disappeared from sight, but he was still underneath her. The knife was still to his neck. There had to be a way to change that. The classroom doors closed and locked.

Then the teacher and desk appeared, and he sat there staring at Haruka with a smile. Hello Haruka, glad you could make it. My, you look lovely today. What did you need help with today?

Elspeth feared for herself and Emro. He was using his powers too much. Who knows what damage could be done to him. His brain needed to rest. In due time he would collaspe from all the power usage. Hopefuly he could keep this manifestation up. Not even Elspeth had warped a large room. Sadly, there wasn't a way Emro could physically move his body with this manifestation. He would have to wait for Haruka to move.

In this reality, Elspeth wasn't there. She was safely hidden. Elspeth didn't want Emro to die. She was scared for her life, Haruka scared her. The young girl wanted to leave this mansion with Emro.

Elspeth watched

[Haruka Yasu]

"You can't stop my thoughts," she whispered through clenched teeth, "you can't stop me from wanting what I want!" In the end, though, it was the rebutal that had painted the target on her forehead. So many highschoolers had a crush on this Shermen, but she did not. It was her ignorance that made him want her. It was the fact that she didn't want him that made him want her; and when she did like him, he didn't want her anymore. So he made her not want him, which gave him that great twisted satisfaction which he so desired from her.

Her heart fell down to the pits of her stomach when she saw him. For a moment she just stared, mouth gapped open. It's a trick, she tried to tell herself, its a lie. Emro's messing with you. Don't panic. Breath. You're fine. But as she did tell herself this, fear rose from the depth of her soul and erupted through her lips with a dreadful wail. "I KILLED YOU!" she shouted, pointing at the Sherman illusion in terror. "You're dead! You're dead! I... I... your arm was off, you screamed, you begged, you bled!" she protested, her entire frame shaking. She remembered, now, that he never said sorry. He had offered her lots of money, even a place to hide from the police---since he was the last she killed, he knew what was in store for him. She remembered the blood on the floor, how it slushed beneath her feet. It was very warm at first, but then extremely cold. She remembered the sound of his bones cracking beneath the chair that she had hit him with. She remembered his wide murky blue eyes which were filled with fear. She remembered alive feelings that she felt when he was finally dead; but she also remembered how nights and nights to come after that she could never rest, staring at the door, thinking he would come in and continue where they had left off. She'd told herself that was because there were still men in the world; Shermen was dead. He was dead!

Right now, the only feelings she knew were fear.

He was always so sly, and when he held her she often referred to him in her mind as a snake. There was the black board, she remembered how he had slammed her against that. She remembered these desks, how they were so cold all the time. The chairs, the floor, the walls, the chalk, his hands! Oh no, his hands... Please don't touch me, she thought in her mind again and again, pulling her arms close around her and shaking her head as if denying this all. She backed away, her heart pounding and her chest heaving with her glupping breaths. She couldn't form words, she was completely incoherent, she'd forgotten it was an illusion; all she knew was fear. He was back... Shermen was back...!

A whimper escaped her fragile lungs and unconsciously tears streamed down her cheeks; she'd backed up completely into the corner where two walls met. Cornered. Trapped. She let out a shaking cry, pulling her knees close to herself and her blurring vision locked on Shermen, flinching at his every movement.

Her worst nightmare was about to replay yet again, and like always: there was nothing she could do about.

She cried. Which, to Shermen's sick mind when she had been there, only made him want her more. Her violet eyes glossy, her young cheeks wet and soft, her breast quivering with her shaking breaths, her flawless thighs exposed as she pulled her knees to herself. Haruka didn't understand this though, all she did was fear and beg. A murderress like herself should be able to relate a rapist, the powerful feeling as they pleaded and cried; just as she was doing now. Haruka, like so many people, did not like being a powerless victim.

This is why she kills; although, unconsciously, when she does: she only becomes a form of her worst nightmare. But maybe she wants them to understand what she felt. Maybe she wants compassion.

..or maybe she just wants revenge.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro got up and quickly moved away from Haruka. The illusion concealed him. If he wanted to, he could make this all real. A real Mr. Shermen. How terrorsome would that be. Though, when you are messing with their mind, how could they tell what real and what wasn't? How can you trust your eyes?

The terror tore through his body, and crushed his heart. This was so wrong, but he had to. She was going to kill him. Like he said earlier, the next punch wasn't going to be his fist. Emro could do so much damage without a weapon. Memories last long than scars. Its the memory that gives the scar flavor.

Haruka's screams made his blood cold. It hurt so much. A lump grew in his throat, and it felt like he was chewing on cotton. Hearing her scream out "You're dead" made Emro freeze. Emro felt her fear rising, there was so much damage a simple man did. A perverted man. How disgusting this man was to violate a girl like that.

So that was what the reason she hates men. Haruka saw Shermen in every single man. She fears being violated again. Now, after Emro tormented her mind like that, how would Emro gain her trust again. He just studied Haruka like that, this fighting spirit reduce to a sniffling, cowering girl. A broken soul.

Elspeth gave Emro a look that said "She's had enough. Please, stop this"

Emro inhaled, not wanting to talk. The guilt, the pity, the regret had dried him up. The illusion began to fade away. The shelves, the carpet, Emro and Elsepth reappeared, and everything else faded away.

Then Elspeth gave Emro another look. "Talk to her."

Emro began to walk over to Haruka. " Haruka, I'm sorry I did that to you, but I was afraid of you taking away Elspeth, and killing me. I wanted to show you your fear and have you realize something. People don't care about outcasts like us. You want someone to love you, care about you, give a damn about your existance. A broken murderer, a paranormal researcher, and a girl who can manipulate fears. Through the moment in time where you were violated, all care for others left you, all you care about is getting revenge on all males in the world, even though you killed the man. There is nothing more you can gain. You just want to be in power, so you wont be the victim anymore. But in reality, you still are the victim, the victim of revenge. "

Emro smiled holding his hand out. "Again, I am sorry. I will not read you mind anymore. I will leave your mind alone. If you want, I can help you in a more humane way."

[Haruka Yasu]

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Haruka screamed, so loudly that her ears rung for a moment. To whom she was addressing she was no longer sure, for Shermen was gone. Emro was here. She didn't want him to touch her either, so she reached for her knife, which she just couldn't find---she had dropped it on the floor while she had shrunk away. As her hand gripped air, though, all the blood seemed to drain from her body, as if she had pierced the blade itself.

Oh no, she thought as she suddenly believed that she understood what had just occurred.

Haruka believed in reincarnation, and of fates and meanings. A shiver ran from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head as she looked up at Emro in a whole new way. Had Shermen came back? Oh no, oh no, oh no...

She cowered closer to where the walls met and continued to cry. "Please," she choked, "just kill me. Don't do again. Please, don't... please, please, please... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she sobbed, her speech turning into incoherent blubbers. She pulled her knees impossibly closer, turning slightly away from him as she wept. Not again, not again... raced through her mind endlessly. She felt like this moment would last forever, that it was an eternal hell personally for her. The worst kind, where someone else would enjoy it.

Whether or not he was Shermen, she considered, it would be just the same. A gentle hand reaching out, a few happy moments, and then plunging down the waterfall of madness. And now, since they were both under this damned curse, it would last forever. With her weak lungs, she would tire first. She would be powerless.

"No, no, no..." she whimpered in a hollow shaking voice, her hope crushed. "Kill me instead!"

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro choked a bit hearing her scream. Why did he do this to her? The terror and fear that radiated off her. If fear could be harnessed into energy, he was sure this girl could light up this mansion for a couple of days. If there were any days in this dimension. Emro sort of believed they were in another dimension.

Her thoughts ran though his mind. It was a side affect of this power. Maybe he could get rid of this power. It gave him head aches. His body was very weakened, not just by bloodloss but from the strain of his power. He felt so woozy and light headed. Emro had to force himself to stay awake. Haruka might try and kill him in his sleep. Then he took another look at her, maybe not, she seemed rather broken. Well, more broken than usual. Who knows how long she would stay curled up. Emro kind of shattered her mind with only a few seconds of a manifested image.

The sudden tiredness hit him head on. It came on very fast. Emro was forced onto his knees and his breathing became sharp. It was like he was having a mixture of a panic attack and a heart attack. Not that he knew what either of those was like.

Haruka thought he was a reincarnation of her teacher. How..interesting. " I can reassure you that I am not a reincarnation. How do I know? Well, I've read about it. If I was, I would have dreams of the past and deja vu moments. I have had neither of them. Plus, I don't have a sudden urge to...violate you. I am more afraid of you and your unstable mind. I am...a friend."

Kill her? Emro could never take the life of another. It wasn't in him. He just liked to cause fear in people. To show them the truth. Yes he wanted to restart the human race, but he couldn't take her life. There was no reason. Even though she tried to kill him and take Elspeth away, but she reminded him too much of himself. Haruka was an outsider, like him. She also...wanted to change the world. Like him.

When she told him that she wanted him to kill her, Emro shook his head. What was she sorry for? Trying to kill him? Threating Elspeth? Haruka needed a friend, or someone to talk to.

Emro kept his distance from her, luckly the knife was gone, and she was in this broken state. If she tried to stangle him, then the nightmare would come back. Maybe he could take on the persona "The Nightmare Man" or "The Boogeyman."

He sat with his back against he wall, three feet from her. " I call a truths, if you promise to not harm Elspeth and I, I promise to never bring your fears to life. There is a lot more I can do. This moment will be the last time I will ever hurt you. Haruka, we could be friends. I know you would rather swallow razorblades than be friends with a male. Everytime you look into my eyes you see Shermen. I give you my word, I won't do what he did to you.

Dieing is the weak way out, and you aren't weak. You put up one hell of a fight. There were times in my life I wanted to die. Being tormented by my parents and townfolk. Being a so called demon. A small handful of people cared.

Then I came here. I befriended a girl who was taken advantage of, just like you. I look after her. Coming here changed my life. If you want, we could be friends. If not, then peace be with you, and enjoy your time alone." It took him a while to get up. Elspeth had to run over and help him up. His powers and the fighting made his body ache.

Elspeth looked over at Haruka " He is really a nice guy. His methods may be different, but give him a chance." Elspeth then shook her head. " I warned you about over doing your powers"

[Haruka Yasu]

Haruka stared up at him through tear framed lashes, her lower lip quivering as he neared closer. She did not interrupt, Mr. Shermen hated it when she'd interrupt. Once Elspeth's attention turned to him, she began to scoot away, shrinking into the shadows that seemed to begin to swallow her. The lights glistened off her wet cheeks for a moment, and then she was completely hidden. It was nearly inaudible that she had escaped out the door, only a soft noise when the door shut behind her as she raced down the corridor, furiously wiping at her cheeks. It was possible for her to seek revenge again, but after she had settled down the shock and summoned up her courage.

She made no promises, she answered no questions, she made no comments. She did not plan things, she never had. Everything was impulsive to Haruka; whatever was done today would certainly not be repeated tomorrow, and whatever she did in these times were never held in accounted for towards the future. Future, this thing that everyone in this mansion had such an endless abyss of, was nothing, here, as well. Dreams of petty little childish ideas, like traveling and making discoveries, were demolished as quickly and easily as a child bringing an end with a finger to a bug's life.... Never missed, never cherished. A small part of a big army. Pests. Consumers. Specks of nothing floating in this dark abyss of nothingness. This life here is hell; they've been destined to repeat it over, and over, and over....

Dieing is easy, it's living that's the hard part.