The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 13: The Alter Ego, And The Atlas Bomb

Tristan Tanner

I don't like this.

I don't like this at all.

Leo and I were walking Cheryl to school again, and the two were chatting, leaving me to think about the situation on my part. What Cheryl said this morning made sense, but a puzzle didn't match up. If they wanted to have experiments on the music attribute, taking her hostage would've been a more easier route. One blood sample would be too complicated and take a long time to decode and experiment on. But then again, she did mention that maybe they were also looking for the Princess. As my mind blanked, I decided on something.

I hate thinking.

I looked up at the sky, and immediately, my eyes widened. For a split second, I saw a mechanical fly, with a tiny camera on it. As the holder of the time attribute, seeing things farther away was easier for me to pinpoint targets. As soon as I made eye contact with it, I raised my hand and smashed the fly in my fist, letting it sizzle and drop into the snow. The snow had been a lot lighter these past few days, which was great. I ignored the crushed 'fly' and hurried to catch up with the others.

"We should hurry up," I suggested, looking at the two. "I feel like they sent spies to keep an eye on Cheryl."

Cheryl nodded, "Understandable." She put her headphones on and glanced at us. "Let's go."

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Cheryl Faun

After I was done walking around the school, I sat down by the bleachers. Tristan and Leo still had classes, which sucked, so as usual, I was left alone. I still wanted to further investigate the weird things happening, but Leo had suggested if I wasn't safe in my own house, picking up my tracks and putting them somewhere else would be even more risky and dangerous. I pried a few times, but the argument was long gone, and now I was stuck in the school alone until lunch came around.

"Why can't you listen to me, impudent fool?!"

I looked around, but saw nothing. That's the voice from last night! That was it until a flickering image appeared to my left, and an illusion formed. Not an illusion, but more of a.. projection?

The girl was.. me.

But, she didn't look at all like me. Her voice was the same, but everything else had changed about her. Her longer hair was now filled with purple streaks, flowing down to her knees. Her eyes were a bright purple, and she had an evil grin on her face. She had on a few rebellious clothes that would've been worn by a punk kid. Her face was dusted with a few music notes, almost like purple tattoos.

"Who are you?" I asked, though I didn't seem creeped out. I can't believe I'm not terrified. "Better yet, what are you?"

She put a hand to her chest, gesturing to herself. "Why, I'm your music attribute in person. Or spirit, if you will. I am collected by the Blood Assassin people, who used your DNA to send a message to you." Her eyes narrowed in on me. "You're a disgrace to yourself. You have all this power. It'll be almost too easy to rule the world, so why act so innocent?"

I stared back at her sharply. "I don't what you're talking about. I would never try to rule the world, not even if it granted me more power over those who did me wrong."

The projection distorted a little, and my alter ego rolled her eyes. She looked back at me, a disgusted expression in her eyes. "God, you're really dumb. If you ruled the world, all the power in the world would belong to you. You wouldn't need them to be granted by some dumb fool who claims to be a genie." She crossed her arms, sitting up straight. "Think about it, Cheryl. If you join us, you will be given more power, more control, and be the most feared. No one would mess with you."