Facing Evil 11-02

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Confession time. I’ve been a babysitter before, and some of the kids I’ve looked after made me want to strangle them. Not that I ever had, or would, but the fact is that there are kids out there that are so intensely and purposefully annoying that the urge to smack them can be really strong. And yet, I held out. Through gum in my hair, dead flies in my soda, and being kicked repeatedly in the shin (and that was all just one kid), I restrained myself. I showed patience and didn’t lash out. I made gum-storing, fly-sharing, shin-hating boy stay in his room after taking the power cord for his computer and television. I didn’t hurt him. I didn’t think, up until a short time ago, that I was capable of hitting a kid.

But if Ammon hurt Avalon, I swore to every power great and small that had ever or would ever exist, I was going to shove my staff so far down his throat, I’d poke myself in the foot when I kicked his ass. And then I’d detonate the damn thing.

Get-” I started, freeing my weapon and charging it as the words erupted from me. “–away from her!

Ammon shook his head. “You don’t want me to do that, sis. Trust me, it’s a bad idea.” He nodded to the other girl. “She’s really rude, so I told her to shut up. But if she could talk, she’d say the same thing.”

Still charging my staff, I glared, resisting the urge to lunge at him (though it was a near thing). “What the hell are you talking about? Why are you here? What do you want? Didn’t you get in enough trouble the last time you came after me? Because I’m pretty sure your dad made it clear. I’m free for a year.”

My mind was racing. I needed help—but wait, I couldn’t get help. I couldn’t involve anyone else. As far as I knew, I was the only one who was immune to Ammon’s control. Maybe Koren or Wyatt, but this really wasn’t the right time to involve them. Not when I wasn’t absolutely sure they would be immune, and without being able to explain any of this to them. Besides, involving one of them meant possibly exposing Ammon to more people who definitely weren’t immune to him. And the thought of this kid having complete control of a bunch of Heretics was even more terrifying than seeing him near Avalon.

“You ask too many questions,” Ammon complained. “And you talk too fast. Shouldn’t you be happy to see me? You’re my sister. Family’s supposed to care about family. That’s what Mother says. Don’t you believe her? She misses you. She wants to know if you’re okay. Do you want me to tell her anything?”

My hand tightened painfully around the staff. I had to keep myself under control. I knew that. I knew it. But he was sitting there, so close to a motionless Avalon. It was hard to think straight. “What I want is for you to give me one reason why I shouldn’t find out just how good that regeneration of yours is.”

If the boy was intimidated at all, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just smiled at me. “Oh, that one’s easy. It’s because that would make me go away from your friend.” He patted Avalon on the head, a move that made me bristle. “And I told her that as soon as either one of us isn’t sitting on this bed, she should use one of those neat glove things to make a blade and cut her own throat as soon as she gets a chance.”

Announcing that as simply and matter-of-factually as someone describing an order they had placed at a restaurant, the kid actually smiled at me. “See? Pretty smart, huh? You could fight me, or you could rescue her, but either one would make us go off the bed. And then she cuts herself, and that would make you sad.” Slowly, his head tilted sideways, his expression turning curious. “It would make you sad, right? It’s hard to tell sometimes. But that sounds like something that would make you feel bad.”

I stared at him. Honestly, words failed me for a few seconds. I had no idea what to say to that. Would it make me feel bad? Just how fucked up was this kid? What the hell had his father done to him? And worse, what was he doing to my mother? The thought made me cringe inwardly, a sharp sort of shudder escaping me before I focused on the problem right in front of me. “Yes,” I said simply. “It would.”

“See?” He was positively beaming by that point. “I knew I did it right. Father says I do things without thinking, but I had a plan this time. Aren’t you proud of me, sis?” He was honestly, genuinely staring at me as though I should compliment him. There was no hint of shame or mockery in his words or his expression. The kid was absolutely asking if I was proud of him for coming up with a plan to confront me in a way that made sure I couldn’t fight back against him in spite of being immune to his power. He thought threatening someone I cared about was worth a pat on the head for thinking outside the box.

This kid was insane. He was broken. And I completely believed him when he said that Avalon would cut her own throat if either of them were removed from that bed. Nor did I think he’d actually let me call for help, even if there was someone I could contact that could get here in time to do something.

Gaia. She could help. I fully believed that she and probably some of the other teachers had countermeasures to protect against the kind of control that Ammon could manage, particularly if they were aware of it. At the very least, they could hit him hard enough to stop him from being able to give orders. After all, he did have to introduce himself to use his power. And I was sure they could find some creative ways to stop him from opening his mouth to give any actual commands. But that would involve taking the time to contact them and explain things, which Ammon wasn’t going to allow.

“Why are you here?” I managed through gritted teeth. Letting him talk would give me time to think, to come up with something to stop Avalon from hurting herself long enough to take care of Ammon.

“Man, you don’t listen very good,” he complained. “I told you, it’s my birthday. Don’t you know what happens on my birthday?” The boy asked as though it was common knowledge, as if someone not being aware of every nuance of his life was strange. “On my birthday, I get no consequences day.”

I frowned, my gaze shifting from Avalon to the boy and back again. “No consequences day? What?”

“No consequences day,” he replied as though the concept was just that simple and obvious. “I get to do anything I want, and Father won’t stop me or get at me. I don’t get in trouble for it. It’s my present.”

His present, his birthday present from his sick piece of shit of a father, was a day where he was allowed to do anything he wanted with no consequences. I felt sick. “But the day’s almost over. You’re late.”

The kid giggled at that, head shaking. “No, silly. My birthday starts twenty minutes ago. That’s when I was born. And I get twenty-four hours after that to do anything I want to. Isn’t that great?”

Swallowing, I glanced to Avalon, then back again, trying to think. “And you decided to come here?”

Ammon shrugged absently, his voice disturbingly calm. “I wanted to talk to you. But I knew you’d be all silly and try to fight or something, so I made sure you wouldn’t do that. See? I’m pretty smart, huh?”

My staff felt hot in my grip. “Ammon,” I managed to get out, my voice hard. “I don’t care what your psychopath of a father says about no consequences. If you hurt my… anyone here, I am going to–”

“What?” he interrupted, his voice genuinely curious. “Would you hurt me? Would you hurting me make me sad? If I hurt your friend and made you really sad, would you try to make me sad too? Would you try to share your sad with me? Is that what happens if you care what about happens to someone?”

There it was again, that complete lack of understanding when it came to feelings. What the hell had been done to this kid? He couldn’t have been born that way. No. Something awful had been done to him. Something that made him this way, but what was it? And what was I supposed to do about it?

Finally finding my voice, I took a breath before forcing the words out. “You said you wanted to talk to me, right?” When the boy nodded, I went on. “So talk. You could be doing anything right now, no consequences. But you came here. You broke into the school and came to my room. You went through all this just to talk to me. So tell me what you want to talk about. Say what you came here to say.”

Ammon shifted on the bed, absently petting Avalon’s hair in a way that made me want to forget everything I said and take his damn head off, brother or no brother. When he spoke, his tone was as innocent as ever. “I wanted to tell you that I’m not mad at you anymore. Even if you were rude when I came to visit you before. You were mean and you ruined my game. But mother says we’re supposed to forgive family.” Spreading his arms, he gave me that bright, disturbing smile again. “So, I forgive you.”

“You… forgive… me?” Something in my head snapped. “You came here, broke into my school, attacked my roommate, and threatened to have her kill herself, all to tell me that… you… forgive… me?”

“Boy,” he muttered. “You must not be doing good in school if they’ve gotta repeat things so much.”

One thing and one thing only stopped me from losing it right then: the knowledge that it might mean losing Avalon as well. And that was something I just wasn’t willing to accept. So I forced myself to keep it under control, as much as the kid made me want scream at him (at the very least). “Look, Ammon. You’re not the one who needs to forgive me. You’re the one who tried to frame my father for murder. You’re the one that tried to kill a bunch of other people. You’re the one who killed that innocent girl at that gas station, and I’m sure you did a lot of other evil, fucked up things. So you don’t get to forgive me. You are the one who did something wrong—everything wrong. You don’t get to forgive me for stopping you from hurting and killing people.”

He just blinked at that, totally clueless. “But I wanted to do those things. And you stopped me. You were mean and you messed up my game. And I forgive you. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?”

“What about them?” I demanded, resisting the urge to flail as I stared at the kid who was supposed to share half my genetics. “What about the innocent people you hurt and kill? You destroy lives, Ammon.”

If he was hurt by that, or even felt anything at all, the kid didn’t show it. He just blinked at me once, those eyes bright with curiosity and false innocence. “They’re not me,” the boy answered, as though that explained everything. They weren’t him, so they didn’t matter. They were just toys, just amusements that were there for him to play with and discard. It wasn’t even malevolence on his part. Not really. He literally could not comprehend the idea that other people’s lives mattered at all. He wasn’t a villain trying to take over the world or anything. He was just a fucked up, psychopathic kid.

That didn’t make what he did any less evil, of course. Not in the least. Whatever his motivation, the things he had done were disgusting and vile. But it did remind me of who the true villain was throughout this. Fossor. His father. I knew without at doubt in my mind that Fossor was the one who had destroyed this kid’s mind so much that he ended up like this. It wasn’t his birth. I’d seen too much evidence to believe that any kid, let alone a half-human one, could just be born evil without help.

Of course, there was always the fact that some people really were just born broken. That didn’t require any kind of help. Some people were born psychopaths, regardless of their home life. But in this case, I figured it was safe to lay the blame for all of this, for everything that Ammon did, at Fossor’s feet.

But maybe I could at least get some kind of answer. “How did you get in here? You shouldn’t be able to cross onto school grounds, Ammon. What did you do? Who did you hurt?” I demanded, feeling the tension rise in me again at the thought of my blood relative doing anything to the people that lived here.

In response, Ammon just shook his head at me, still smiling. “Our mom used to come and go from this place any time she wanted to. It’s really not very hard to get past the security stuff if you know how.”

“She wouldn’t have told you how to do it,” I insisted, tightening my grip on my staff while glaring at him. “Why would she tell you how to get through the security? That doesn’t make sense.” I didn’t want it to, anyway. The thought of what kind of position my mom might be in that would lead to her giving up that information almost made me launch myself at that little piece of shit. It was a very near thing.

Ammon had little concept of playing coy, because he answered immediately. It was like he couldn’t wait to share. “She didn’t have to tell me. It’s all in the Writing Room. I just had to find the right book.”

Blinking at that, I squinted. “Writing Room? What the hell is the Writing Room?”

Again, the boy seemed eager to tell me. “It’s great! Father made it. When you go in the room and someone asks you a question, you have to write down the answer, no matter what. It has to be really detailed, and you can’t lie about it. There’s all kinds of books in there. Father puts everyone he can in it and asks them all kinds of questions. It’s–” He stopped, considering. “Oh, but you’ll see when you come next year. I’m sure Father wants to ask you lots of questions. And then we can play together.”

Before I could say anything else to that, there was a cracking sound, and a whip abruptly wrapped itself around the boy’s neck. He made a strangled noise of surprise just as the whip jerked, sending him flying off the bed to crash into a nearby wall so hard it left deep cracks along the wood.

Gaia. She withdrew the whip, standing tall in the middle of my room, between the two beds. “You come to my school,” she spoke darkly. “And threaten my daughter’s life? Your father clearly made a mistake in not giving you sufficient warning to stay away from this place, child.”

Avalon was already sitting up, her hand coming up with the gauntlet to create a blade. I shouted a warning and started to move. But Gaia simply glanced that way, cupped a hand around the side of her mouth, and blew hard. I saw a cloud of yellow fog shoot toward my roommate. It caught Avalon full in the face, making her blink once before collapsing, unconscious.

Ammon, by that point, was back on his feet. “You’re mean!” He called, face red. “You’re not supposed to be here! It’s my birthday! You’re not playing by the rules.” He glared, then blurted, “Watermelon!”

Watermelon? I blinked. What was—And then it happened. A geyser of water erupted from the opposite corner, solidifying into a thick ice spear partway before stabbing right toward the headmistress.

But Gaia wasn’t there. She disappeared and reappeared a few feet away, just as that thick ice spear literally tore through the opposite wall. I could hear a scream of surprise from the room next door.

Professor Kohaku was there. Had she been there the whole time, hidden? Whatever the case, she was there now, already launching another attack at… Gaia. Ammon had gotten to her. She was his failsafe, his protection. Watermelon had been some kind of code.

Just as I processed that, I realized that the kid himself was already running for the door. He was gone by the time I started to move.

“Go!” Gaia called to me while struggling with Professor Kohaku, clearly hindered since she didn’t want to seriously injure the woman (who herself had no such problem). “Stop him from talking to anyone else.”

Looking briefly toward the unconscious Avalon, I narrowed my eyes at the thought of that psychopath, my little half-brother, having his way with everyone else in this school.

No. Not now. Not this time. Holding my staff, I went for the door, sprinting through and into the hall.

Ammon!”

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  1. Check it out, guys, another chapter! 😀 I hope you all enjoy reading the first part of Flick’s new confrontation with Ammon. Next time we’ll see a more physical side of it, as she chases him through the school. That oughtta be fun, huh? *cough*

    Anyway, thanks for reading, as always. Our chapter tags for today are: Ammon, Avalon Sinclaire, Clearly Ammon Is In Severe Need Of A Grounding. And By That – I Mean Someone Needs To Drop A Ton Of Earth On Him., Felicity Chambers, Flick, Gaia Sinclaire, If It Turns Out He’s Also An Anti-Vaxxer – Fossor Will Officially Be The Worst Parent In History., Professor Kohaku

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  2. Well. That was fucked up. It’s nothing I didn’t expect, but still.

    This “Writing Room,” is going to show up later. The only question is whether it will be a resource to be used or if Fossor actually will get the chance to ask Flick questions in it. Or both. Probably both.

    One more thing,

    Family’s supposed to care about family. That’s what Mother says. Don’t you believe her? She misses you. She wants to know if you’re okay. Do you want me to tell her anything?

    .
    This… this is hard to read. It hurts my heart.

    *deep breath*

    And now we have to wait for Monday’s chapter… which I’m expecting to end on another cliffhanger.

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  3. Okay, I made my attempt at actual analysis over on SpaceBattles, so I’m just going to put my immediate reaction to this chapter here:

    *grabs a pillow*
    *stuffs pillow in mouth*
    *sounds of muffled screaming*

    (I mean, I didn’t have a pillow on hand at the time. But that was the emotional state I was in.)

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  4. I love the fact that Ammon just doesn’t understand that no one but his father plays by these “rules”. It just doesn’t register and he gets so upset that no one understands why they are so wrong about everything.

    I’m a bit surprised he went for a backup plan first and didn’t try and introduce himself to Gaia. but, again, he was upset over her breaking the rules. Though “watermelon” isn’t the best fall back word, maybe he just doesn’t like watermelon? I bet he doesn’t like watermelon.

    I’m guessing Professor Kohaku has some sort immunity to the sleep cloud, or maybe Gaia can’t use it twice in a row. I’m sure she has ,b>something she can use to incap a high ranking Heretic just a matter of getting the space to do so in.

    I’ve got this mental image of Ammon running down the halls and just yelling at the top of his lungs “My name is Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmooooooooooooooon!” and it is hilarious. And so sad and scary. I hope the rooms are sound proofed.

    I’m guessing the Writing Room has a focus point, like a chair, that only the person in the focus point has to answer questions. Or maybe he just asks questions from outside of the room. Though it is limited by what questions you ask, I’m sure he’s good at asking the right questions.

    Well, now we wait for Monday to see how bad this gets. I’m actually kinda hoping Koren gets involved in this, they ARE in the girls dorms after all. The look on Ammon’s face when he hits against another person immune to his One Trick will be glorious.

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  5. Oh god that chapter made me angry. Really want to strangle that little shit.

    I mean I get it’s not his fault because his father made him like that and all, but still screw him.

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  6. “If the boy was intimidated at all, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just smiled at me. “Oh, that one’s easy. It’s because that would make me go away from your friend.” He patted Avalon on the head, a move that made me bristle. “And I told her that as soon as either one of us isn’t sitting on this bed, she should use one of those neat glove things to make a blade and cut her own throat as soon as she gets a chance.””
    Me: …I want the little bastard dead so much right now, just from this alone, never mind the other shit he pulled in Wyoming.

    “Family’s supposed to care about family. That’s what Mother says. Don’t you believe her? She misses you. She wants to know if you’re okay. Do you want me to tell her anything?””
    Me: Imo, that’s rather hypocritical of him. He really doesn’t care about Flick. Although, I will admit Ammon is rather adept at psych warfare, likely courtesy of “dear old dad”.

    “Ammon, by that point, was back on his feet. “You’re mean!” He called, face red. “You’re not supposed to be here! It’s my birthday! You’re not playing by the rules.” ”
    Me: Playing by the- *incredulous laughter intensifies* No one sane gives the slightest damn about your rules beyond how to make sure no one gets hurt.

    “No. Not now. Not this time. Holding my staff, I went for the door, sprinting through and into the hall.

    “Ammon!” ”
    Me: And the chase is on. I’m not too confident there won’t be a large level of collateral damage be it material or people by the end of this event though.

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    1. Me: …I want the little bastard dead so much right now, just from this alone, never mind the other shit he pulled in Wyoming.

      He definitely isn’t good at making friends. In the story OR the audience.

      Me: Playing by the- *incredulous laughter intensifies* No one sane gives the slightest damn about your rules beyond how to make sure no one gets hurt.

      He’s just fucked up enough to think that people are supposed to play by the rules he does.

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  7. Damn, as if it wasn’t abundantly clear already, Ammon really is one sadistic, FUBAR piece of work. And of course, a little turd like that would have one day where he’s allowed to do what he wants without consequences….

    And neat seeing a bit of what Gaia could do when she went all mama bear on Ammon’s sorry backside- wonder if other than resisting due to being related, there’s some level of power or experience, or having acquired certain abilities that’d allow a Heretic to resist Ammon’s mind-control power, as imagine that Flick would really like to have some more potential backup other than her half-brother & niece when it’s time to deal with that twerp for once & for all. (Then, there’s the issue of just how much harder would Fossor be to resist, when it comes time for that final confrontation.)

    Oh, and Fossor’s writing room is interesting, and a useful thing in his arsenal to have, because of all the info he can use it to extract & record information on all sorts of things from whomever he can grab. Imagine that it’s one of the reasons he’s been able to stay ahead of everything. And yeah, we’re probably going to be seeing it sometime in the future, though wonder whether it’s going to be something Flick or one of her friends can make use of, or whether Fossor will grab someone & use the room to mind-whammy them into spilling their guts on something important that’ll cause more problems for Flick….

    Then there’s another cliffhanger, as Flick’s about to run after Ammon & likely get caught in a running battle with him & whomever among the Heretics he manages to screw with. And of course, as if that wasn’t enough of a problem, Ruthers & that crowd will probably try to find some way to blame Flick, Avalon, & Gaia for all the damage that happens in order to serve their political ends.

    Clearly Ammon Is In Severe Need Of A Grounding. And By That – I Mean Someone Needs To Drop A Ton Of Earth On Him

    Yeah, that’d be a nice way to deal with him, though seeing what would happen if someone tried dropping a ton of FOOF or ClF3 on him might be more entertaining.

    If It Turns Out He’s Also An Anti-Vaxxer – Fossor Will Officially Be The Worst Parent In History

    Wouldn’t be surprised if he was responsible for that because he thought it’d screw with humanity, or just funny to brainwash someone into starting something stupid and dangerous.

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  8. Clearly Ammon Is In Severe Need Of A Grounding. And By That – I Mean Someone Needs To Drop A Ton Of Earth On Him.

    Don’t think anyone is avalible to drop the ton of earth-but how does a hundred pounds of sand compare?

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  9. “Hello, my name is Ammon. You should vote for Heretical Edge at http://topwebfiction.com/vote.php?for=heretical-edge. Then we can have some fun!”

    If it was possible to enchant/curse Ammon so that he didn’t have a name, or had a different name that he didn’t know, then would that stop his mind control powers? Sorry, I’ve just being thinking a lot about the possible applications of Heretical Magic (which isn’t fast!) and that was one of the things that crossed my mind. It would be a pretty good way of dealing with, all things considered, if it was possible. As would somehow changing
    Fossor’s curse so from “step on enemies” to “step on friends”. Actually, why didn’t they do that in the first place?

    A combination of mind control powers and regular “do whatever you want today” days goes a long way towards explaining Ammon’s … problems, even before you count Fossor’s influence.

    Ammon’s statement that it wasn’t difficult to get onto the island makes me wonder what sort of loophole Joselyn discovered and why Gaia hasn’t covered it or at least put some sort of alarm in place for it. I know that just patching over holes as they appear isn’t an efficient or sustainable way to do anything, but if it stops zombies, Ammon, zombies, Fossor, zombies or Gardeners breaking in in the short term then it would be worth it, I think.

    I think Flick’s “move through wood” power will be useful chasing after Ammon, at least while they’re indoors. Do they have wooden floors? That’s how I’ve been picturing them, but I could be wrong.

    Finally, as horrifying as Joselyn’s situation is (and now I’m wondering if I’ve been spelling her name wrong), it seems that she’s trying to reform Ammon on some level, getting him to care about family at least. If she somehow convinced Ammon to turn against Fossor without changing his behaviour then it wouldn’t surprise me much. After all, so far her capabilities have been described as: if its possible, she can do it better, if it’s impossible, she can still do it.

    Roll on Monday, where the sweet and touching family reunion contiueth. (If Ammon’s suggestion hasn’t worn off after Avalon wakes up, does that mean Flick’s going to have to sit on her bed all the time?)

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    1. If Fossor’s curse had been “step on friends” he would have just set up camps back home to mindbreak and Stockholm syndrome victims into loving him before turning them into ghosts to fuel ash cover.

      Considering the resources at his disposal, it would have been only slightly more inconvenient than the current curse.

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      1. Perhaps, but when Fossor explained that everyone was his enemy, it implies that it’s people he considers an enemy. If he committed xenocide, then it’s likely that some of the victims that he’s using as curse fodder were unaware of him, and therefore incapable of enmity. I sincerely doubt that Fossor is capable of feeling friendship towards anyone, though if he was then it would still serve the purpose better by forcing him to consider literally every step and probably break his mind to the point that he’s incapable of making friends, thereby restricting him entirely. It’s all conjecture without WoC(erulean) though.

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  10. I’m surprised and disappointed that Gaia’s entry was the heroic “interrupt and chastise” routine rather than something instantaneously lethal. I mean, I know Ammon has plot armor, but this is the first time we’ve seen Gaia acting Lawful Stupid.

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    1. I answered this over on Sufficient Velocity, but essentially, Gaia was hoping for the chance to get Joselyn’s location out of him. It’s the best chance they’ve had. Plus if they could get a bead on Fossor where he lives and ambush him?

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      1. This does however raise the question of why she’s not spamming that yellow fog on Ammon and Kohaku when it disabled Avalon so easily.

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      2. What Mossback said. *gestures* I started out doing Worm fanfic over at those two forums. Added this as my own original fiction, but still have additional discussion threads for the story in those places. Mostly because it’s so hard to have an ongoing discussion in wordpress comments.

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  11. I see no way that having known of secret rooms that Security didn’t know about and that weren’t monitored in any way will end up making them all look bad. I kind of think that part of why the zombies were unleashed was to stop them from going into the secret room. Imagine in it turns out that Fosser has been living with Jocelyn within a Crossroads secret room the entire time!

    Ruthless, or whatever his name is, would immediately presume that it’s proof that Headmistress Gaia is in league with Jocelyn/Fosser, mobilize the entire Council against them, etc.

    Also, I just binge read the entire thing yesterday and today and I have to say, I’m loving this.

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  12. Wow, Gaia STILL hasn’t learned her lesson, has she? Don’t waste time talking when you’ve got the enemy at your mercy–just kill them, before they have a chance to try anything and escape. She could have snapped his neck right then and there, but no.

    It’s the second time she’s made that same mistake in front of Avalon, too.

    Also, the Writing Room sounds so utterly broken. And to think, Ruthers handed Joselyn to Fossor on a silver platter–the same woman who had a penchant for doing the impossible and trivially compromising Crossroads security systems.

    Almost 700 years later, Ruthers is *still* fucking over humanity (and even OTHER SPECIES) with his stupidity, insanity, and inability to learn from his mistakes, listen to others, or admit that he’s wrong. And there are apparently a bunch of people who put this man in an even greater position of power.

    How many people on the Committee are NOT horrible judges of character, extremely stupid, greatly irrational, and totally immoral monsters?

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    1. Wow, Gaia STILL hasn’t learned her lesson, has she? Don’t waste time talking when you’ve got the enemy at your mercy–just kill them, before they have a chance to try anything and escape. She could have snapped his neck right then and there, but no.

      It’s the second time she’s made that same mistake in front of Avalon, too.

      Gonna quote the author from a few posts up:

      I answered this over on Sufficient Velocity, but essentially, Gaia was hoping for the chance to get Joselyn’s location out of him. It’s the best chance they’ve had. Plus if they could get a bead on Fossor where he lives and ambush him?

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    2. Also, not finishing off Reggie wasn’t mercy. She was leaving him to suffer a slow and agonizing death. That was the opposite of mercy. The vampire passing by was completely unexpected.

      Or were you talking about Fahsteth?

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    3. She could have snapped his neck right then and there, but no.

      Err, that wouldn’t have done anything, dude. Remember how Asenath impaled him with the knife in the heart, and Flick threw him out of a building? He barely acknowledged either. Snapping his neck wouldn’t do much. And even if it would, as I said before, she wanted to find out where Joselyn was and he was their best chance. To say nothing of what they could learn from him about Fossor himself.

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