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🕑 Added 2024-06-24 22:04:01 +0000 UTC“Everyone in position?” I asked, getting four affirmations. Mr. and Mrs. Kalis were here in front of me. Feras and Torren filled them in on what we, or at least what Feras and I, suspected happened while I was busy with the Crusade.
I thought we’d go another day or two before making the plan concrete, but it seemed the duo, and the parents for that matter, wanted to get done with this as much as I did. Couldn’t really blame them. I was ready to sleep in and stop going to school too.
Ferras was hidden at the meetup point, deep in concentration as he focused on his Minor Illusions. Torren wasn’t much better as he cast some kind of magic out of sight. He said it was to set the mood, whatever that meant.
That left me to run the whole thing since our leader was down for the count and also meant I was the one with the parents. We stood a floor above the meetup point and gathered around several holes punched in the concrete to get a view down. This floor was almost entirely pitch black, making it nearly impossible to see us from the floor down unless she had some kind of night vision.
”A-are you sure it was her?” Mr. Kalis asked. He looked shaken about the whole thing. He wore dark clothes to blend in with the terrain and had a duffel bag wrapped around his shoulder.
“We let her come over for sleepovers, and this-“ Mrs. Kalis’s face crumpled. Her husband wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She ducked into his arm for a moment before managing to put on a corporate facade. “They said mind control?”
I shrugged, motioning for them to keep it down. It would only be a matter of time before Clair got within hearing distance. “Suspected. Trovare thinks it was something else. We’ll find out shortly.”
”Y-yeah.”
We fell into silence for a few moments as we watched through one of the holes in the roof. My vision revealed itself to be surprisingly good as I peered through the darkness of a ramp leading up onto the floor below us. Claire walked up hesitantly. Her eyebrows were twisted in confusion and her eyes danced around fearfully.
Claire walked into a neon green light shining through a gap in the wall. Immediately I felt the two next to me tense up, though neither made a move to do anything but watch. The girl idly ran a hand through one of her three mohawks, brushing the hair back into shape.
”Claire~” A voice sang from the shadows of the parking garage. It was a girl’s voice, sounding perfectly sweet and kind. Gotta say, Feras, nice touch.
Claire walked hesitantly forward, her piercings quietly clacking against each other. “Trovare? Is that you? Whatcha doin'? When you said you had somethin' ta show me-“
Something flickered around two of the cement pillars supporting the place, causing Claire to jump back. “T-Trovare?”
”Silly Claire,” the voice said, drifting into a laugh as if she heard the funniest joke ever. The laugh shifted into a hauntingly cold cackle. “Can’t you recognize my voice?”
Beside me, Mrs. Kalis had a tear trickle down onto her cheek. She whispered, barely quieter than the cool breeze flowing through the garage, “Quora.”
Her husband pulled his arm tighter, hugging her tightly as he nodded along. I flashed a sign for them to both be quiet. I mean, I get it, I really do, but if they blow this it’ll all be for nothing. That and trying to set up something similar wouldn't work either since she'd be expecting it.
Claire stepped towards the middle of the parking garage. “Who’s there? This- this isn’t funny!”
”Oh, yes it is, Claire~! Two friends reuniting. Isn’t it just wonderful? I thought I’d never see you again.” Quora’s voice called out with an accusatory note to it. Although the voice sounded cheerful and happy, there was an undeniable coldness to it.
Claire gripped her head tightly with a hand. ”I- I don’t know you. Who are ya?”
The shadows shifted as a girl walked out from behind one of the cement pillars. I recognized her face from the pictures of Quora. Feras outdid himself. The illusion looked extremely realistic. Well, except that it didn’t shift the dust at all as it stepped into the light. Hopefully, Claire wouldn’t notice? Or maybe she would and it would sell the whole ghost act better.
“It’s me, Quora. Your bestest friend. Did- did you forget me after what happened? Don’t worry, I’ll never forget you, Claire~” The ‘ghost’ of Quora approached closer and closer.
Claire turned into a shaking mess as she held her head, staring at the Minor Illusion. “I- I don’t- Gah!” She bent over, grabbing onto her skull with enough force to tear several strands of hair from her mohawk. She groaned, twisting away from the lights slightly. “Q-Quora?”
”That’s right! Do you remember me now?” The ghost quickly approached touching distance.
”Ch-chek. What happened? Why’s my head hurt so much?” The girl rubbed her head as a bit of blood trickled out of her nose. “Quora, what happened?”
”Don’t tell me you forgot what happened too!” The illusion chuckled, each laugh sounding colder than the last as it spread its arms out.
“What happened?” Claire stepped forward for a hug. “You’ve been gone-“
Her arms brushed right through the illusion, causing the girl to step back in confusion. Immediately, the temperature in the parking garage dropped cold enough for our breath to turn visible. The illusion of Quora slowly tilted her head up, staring into Claire’s eyes as blood began to pour out of her eyes and mouth. “You killed me.”
Claire stumbled back, falling onto her hands as sharp shards of rubble tore into her hand viciously. She left a trail of blood as she tried to back away from the illusion. “No- no- no- oh God!”
She froze, curling into a ball as the illusion of Quora vanished into the wind. Sobs racked her body, growing more wretched with each passing moment. Creepily, blood was mixed in with the tears. “What have I done? What have I done?! I’m sorry, Quora! I didn’t mean it! Please- please come back… what have I done? T-this can't be real... oh God!”
"Th-that's enough..." I turned to look towards the Kalis family. They were hugging each other deeply, tears in their eyes. Mr. Kalis unslung the duffle bag from his back, handing it to me as he spoke quietly, “Our payment. Thank you.”
“Are you sure? We still don’t-“
“We’re sure.” Mrs. Kalis had tears in her eyes as she stared down at the girl shrieking and crying below us. “We’ll- we’ll question her ourselves too, but this much is enough.”
“Right.” I nodded my head to the two and headed for the back exit as I called over the comms. “That’s a wrap. Let’s delta before anything else can go wrong.”
”Chek.” Torren sighed as the cold in the air faded away to its normal temperature. “Heading for the fire escape.”
”Same.”
I turned back to check on the Kalis family before undoing the zipper of the bag and checking it. There were three data chips in there, each marked with a piece of tape saying ‘1000 R’. Then there were what looked to be three sets of devices each with five pieces. An instruction manual, handwritten, sat buried under all of that as well as a schematic.
I fished out the schematic as I exited out of the building onto the fire escape, instantly memorizing the plans for the Drop Chute. Guess they changed the name since Feras told us about them. The print was extremely technical and revolved around something called Gravitic, whatever that was.
I stuffed it back into the bag as I met up with them on the fire escape. “That went well. Nice touch with the cold.”
“Yeah…” The big guy looked a little down as the fire escape thundered under his footsteps. “Got the pay?”
I tossed him the bag. “Chek.”
Ferras spoke up from the front of our group. “That went better than I was expecting. She broke so, so easily.”
”Would you break slowly if your dead best friend’s ghost showed up to confront you?” Torren asked a bit defensively. “Damn, I really though it wasn’t her too…”
”Please.” I laughed at him. “Everyone knows ghosts aren’t real…”
Ferras looked over his shoulder, staring me dead in the eyes. ”Do they?”
I paused for a second, my steps slowing down. There were a ton of ghost stories everywhere, but there were always other rational explanations… but what about the Dune Walkers? Did they count as reanimated? Or that- that cursed beast from the Nomad camp. Could that count as a ghost?
No, ghost stories were just that, stories. Aether entities didn't count. Regardless, stuff along the lines of the cursed beast was closer to wraiths or revenants than proper ghosts. At the very least, it wasn’t haunting me. That I knew of-
I hurried up, my steps dead silent, and fell back in line. All of us were deep in thought as we hit the ground floor. It was then that we heard it. The sound was faint, echoing through the halls of cement above us. But it was still clear. A gunshot.
Torren froze up for a moment, then sighed deeply. “Damn. I kinda liked her. Other than her weird desire to watch me eat.”
I nodded my head, patting the big guy on the shoulder. I felt guilty leading Claire to the slaughter, but that was unfortunately the job… I drove off the guilt as best I could with several pulses of Cold-Blooded.
Once we hit street level, we split the loot and headed our separate ways. Torren got the blueprint since he took a hit monetarily after the fight with the gang at Mortas Motel considering how expensive the jammer and Sonic Supressor were, and Feras took the manual with a promise to send us pictures of every page.
I was okay with the loot distribution as I headed towards my bike, stuffing the Drop Chute into my bag as I cleared the thousand Rayn off the chip using my phone. I already had enough illegal blueprints, and the manual would just be another piece of junk left to rot somewhere.
As I got to my bike, I cleared my alarms with a happy smile on my face. At long last I’d be able to sleep in.
— — —
The next morning, I awoke bright and early as I jolted free of my bed. I tiredly rubbed at the bags under my eyes and summoned Crows Canteen of Chaos to gulp down Sentinel’s Super Supplement.
I checked my burner phone, spotting several messages from Sean, Tristen, and the rest of the people at the school.
‘No school, choom!’ Came from Christine.
Tristen tried to fish another date out of me. ‘No school today… how about we meatball somewhere to study?’
‘If you need help catching up, don’t be afraid to message me! Today would be a great day to tutor you.’ Aaron, the puppy kid, sent.
There were dozens of other messages, most of them from people I don’t remember speaking to or giving my number to. It was kind of scary. I needed to get a new burner as soon as possible.
After a moment to think about it, I cleared all of them from my contacts except Sean’s. I actually kind of liked Sean. Sure, he was a corporate asshole, but he grew on me over the last week. I kind of felt bad using and then ditching him without a word.
‘Did you hear what happened? The entire school is shut down while the Crusade runs an investigation. Father was pissed the security lost control of the school.’
I deliberated for a moment before sending him a message back. He was the only one I messaged.‘Yes. My Grandfather is moving me back to Pyrus for the summer due to the security threat.’
’Are you coming back to finish your schooling?’
I waited a few moments, deciding to kill his hope before it could fester. ‘Probably not. Grandfather decided for me to finish everything on Pyrus.’
’When will I see you again?’ There were no emoticons, but I felt a ghost sensation of lonely sorrow as I read the message.
‘Maybe one day.’
’I’ll eagerly await that day, Lady Meno.’
I tossed the phone to the other side of my bed. I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling. I don’t exactly know what I was thinking messaging him back. It was impossible to make friends when you were lying to them about who you were and spying on them.
I sighed again and looked up the morning scream streams from the Corporate Quarter. It didn't take long to find the right incident. The Crusade got into a large-scale firefight with the principal of SPS, who the news was calling an ecoterrorist, early this morning. He took his assistant hostage, killing her when the Crusade wouldn’t back off. After that, he summoned a forest of plants to try and evade arrest.
The fight apparently tore up a city block before the Crusaders on the scene could end it. After they severely wounded him and took him under arrest, every plant in the school went haywire and turned vicious. Two janitors were killed and some of the teaching staff were severely wounded. Thankfully, a Knight and two Squires happened to be nearby and evacuated the civilians before too much more damage could be dealt.
I’m so glad I got to sleep in and miss that shit show.
I slid my phone onto the charger and got up and moving for the day. As I took a nice warm shower, my mind jumped between all the things I needed to do now that I was free again.
Comments
Gardor
Maybe this is just me trying to get rid of a trope/characterization I don't like, but I think making her do things with intent would make it more interesting. Instead of making the affections of the students "happen" to her, make that her goal that she works towards. Since her whole schtick is being smart, like she's not a murderhobo protagonist, making her be effective and fore thinking during her undercover assignments seems like a good choice. Plus it wouldn't contradict her "morning showers with prostitutes" backstory and wouldn't make her "Cues" perk inconsistent. I'm always anti dense protagonist, but I think it hit me especially hard in this story. Watching her suddenly fit into dumb anime protagonist characterizations, and seeing her lose agency not cuz she's out matched in a power scale but just cuz she's accidentally making high schoolers have a crush on her, bummed me out. Wow I need to chill out.
Lost Rain
I appreciate it nevertheless.
Gardor
No I'm more of a "make snarky complaints" sorta reader, I'm not interested in the revised version. As long as you're aware of a problem, and fixing it (or have a reason that my complaint isn't a problem), I doubt I'll go back and read the chapter.
Lost Rain
I was wanting the school arc to be done for the last several chapters of it, so I get it. XD I’ll still look at rewriting some stuff, at least along the lines of their reasoning. I’ll leave a comment here with the changes, if you want.
Gardor
Also, not for nothing, I became a patreon member and then immediately skipped three or four chapters so I could get to the status update, and then read on from there. I think it was a combination of not being invested in the school arc and wanting more "numbers go up" Probably just a me thing tho, doubt there's anything you can change without changing the established world building about her progression works, I just love whining.
Lost Rain
I’m rereading it right now. I’ll probably rewrite it.
Gardor
Again, they had absolutely no reason to think Claire killed Quora
The3picPr0
Interesting. Thanks for the info!
Lost Rain
Or is she even dead? I do love my fakeouts… XD. Yeah, this arc was over twenty chapters long. Definitely not how long I thought it’d be when I started writing it, but it had a bunch of setup stuff for the future. When I originally wrote this part, Shiro was actually part of the sting. I rewrote it several times and it was felt bad every time, so I took her out of it.
The3picPr0
Thanks for the chapter! It would've been interesting to have shiro be a part of the sting, but I can understand why she wasn't. The arc was a long one, and its now onward and upward for shiro. (I am confused why the parents killed the girl, when it was mind control, but grief, and maybe the girl killed herself?)
