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OK, so I'm up way past my bedtime again. But it's worth it. And I promise myself I won't sleep through my Hum class tomorrow. Because that would be a horrible, horrible last impression for me to leave. Ah, evil college. Anyway... this is what I was up to tonight, between trying to defeat DDR in Oni Mode (a futile task if ever there was one) and working out some sort of argument for my Bio paper. I've decided this time around to just forget about whether or not I actually agree with the stuff, and just try to make a strong argument. Forget my opinions, for they are invalid.
He turned to look at the swords again. I considered asking him if what Alex had tried would really work, but Basil made it clear that the conversation was over. I hesitated a bit, wandered around the basement, and then headed back upstairs...
So. Alex, the popular jock who still managed to be an intellectual. Alex, the one with friends and aquaintances in every group. Alex, the one person you could count on to be at every social event. Alex...the dark mage? Where did that fit in?
I racked my brains for some other explanation than the one Basil had provided. Perhaps I'd misheard Alex. He had been whispering, after all. But no, I knew the unmistakeable strange flowi-ness of Latin when I heard it.
What to do now? I still didn't know Alex very well, and approaching him to say, "Hey, I heard that curse that you where putting on Craig. Mind telling me what's up with that?" just didn't seem like the best idea at the time. Plus Craig might think I was defending him somehow, and that was the last thing I wanted.
When I came to the top of the steps, I feared the worst. But the party went on, oblivous. Rumours spread that Alex had done some sort of secret wrestling hold on Craig, and he had passed out afterwards. The atmosphere felt even more oppressive than before. Suddenly, I felt alone. Only I knew the truth. Or, at least the truth Basil had told me. He had seemed so earnest, though, and I was afraid. I had limited options. I wasn't about to go telling anyone else, so I could either shut up and forget about it or try to find out more. I seriously considered the former. Just leaving everything alone and continue on living. And do what? Sit around and play video games? Hang out with friends I've never really trusted? As frightening as this was...it was something to do.
Something to do. That is, perhaps, the lamest excuse for getting involved in shady activities that I have ever heard. But it's the truth.
I decided soon after to leave the party. It was something to do, and I didn't want to have to worry about Alex coming up with a reason to curse me. Ok, so Basil's ominous musings had made me paranoid. It would've freaked you out, too. I said my obligatory good-byes, and made my way back to my bunk. I'm sorry to say, after that night, I never gave the whole incident more than a passing thought.... Naturally, I didn't notice as Craig became more distant to all of us. By the end of the summer, he didn't even have a girlfriend. Most people assumed it was because he had already dated everyone in camp. Only I knew this was wrong, since he hadn't dated me yet. But I never put two and two together. He seemed... colder. He still leered at me, but whereas before the party he was just being a prat, now there was something almost malevolent in his eyes. Instead of merely making me want to vomit, he gave me cold chills and I couldn't look him in the eyes for longer than a few seconds. I shrugged it off, though, and was grateful that I didn't have to deal with him as often. For some time, life seemed to return almost to normal.
Chapter 2:
It was about a year later, at a ridiculous camp reunion that I saw them all again. Virginia was the only person I knew that had come, so I spent a fair amount of time with her. She was still enamoured with Alex, so we spent a lot of time with him. The incident at the party the year before had faded far into the recesses of my memory, and I didn't give it a second thought. Until I saw Craig... If the guy creeped me out before, he positively made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end now. He looked pretty much the same, physically - except that he'd lost a bit of weight that must have been all muscle. He looked a little lank now. His hair was longish and greasy. But it was his eyes that truly scared me. They were empty. Devoid of any emotion whatsoever. He twitched slightly when he saw me, and his mouth twisted into a cruel grin.
Before he could say anything, I grabbed Viginia and frantically searched for Alex.
"Look, let's go see what he's up to!" I said a little too enthusiastically, dragging her through a throng of people and away from Craig
We found him in the kitchen of his old bunk. It was an odd place to find him, but Virginia didn't notice. She immediately rushed over to him, and started fawning over his amazing culinary skills. He was making Kraft Dinner.
"Wow, Alex! How are you? Mmmm, that smells wonderful," Virginia gushed. I tried not to gag. Alex raised his eyebrows as he looked over at her.
"Oh, hi there...uh..." Alex swallowed. He had that look of a deer trapped in the headlights that men get when they forget names. Not wanting poor Virginia to be crushed, I mouthed her name behind her back to Alex. "Virginia!"
I rolled my eyes. It wasn't really like Alex to forget names like that, being the suave jock that he was, but I imagined over the past year he'd had a lot more on his mind. Like, maybe slowly killing people's souls. Actually, I still wasn't thinking that at the time. I wish I would have, though. I should have noticed that the whole scene was sort of ominous and foreboding. I noticed the Kraft Dinner didn't really smell like Kraft Dinner was supposed to. In fact, it smelled like nothing. Like a black hole of scent.
But, at the moment, I was more concerned with avoiding Craig. I sighed. Was this what my life had come to?
Yes, yes it was.
Alex and Virginia and I chatted for a while, though for the life of me I can't remember what. I know most of it consisted of Virginia flirting and complimenting Alex.
When the Kraft Dinner was done, I politely refused. If he hadn't wanted all of it for himself, he shouldn't have made it by himself. At least, that was the reasoning I gave him. It was a little harsh, I guess. But I figured on some level he deserved it, and I didn't want anything to do with his evil confection. I noted later that he hadn't eaten any of what seemed to be innocent cheese-and-macaroni, either. He just left it to sit on the stove and fester. We talked a bit more. Small talk, mostly, because Virginia was capable of little else.
Alex looked up from his plate of macaroni. It had been piled up, forked, and mashed during the course of our conversation. His eyes met mine for the first time that night. I was surprised by the expression on his face. He looked...troubled. Thoughtful. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but then his eyes flickered to Virginia and he thought better of it. Looking at me again, he looked pointedly at the exit and then back at me. I caught his drift, and excused myself to go to the washroom.
I walked into the bathroom, sullied by many years of nearly exclusive use by teenaged boys. In short, it was rather disgusting. I wondered if he meant for me to go into the washroom while he talked to Virginia. If maybe I should find... something to do. I soon heard his footsteps outside though, followed by a soft knock.
I opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. He frowned, closed the door, and locked it. It occurred to me that this might actually not be the best of situations for me to be in. I was now locked in a bathroom with a potentially dangerous guy who might curse me or lord knew what else. Nervously, I bit my lip and edged my hand toward the door knob.
"Calm down," Alex said, though his back was to me. "I just want to talk."
Oh good. he just wanted to talk. Wait, talk how? Talk as in whisper Latin curses to me? That was hardly reassuring.
Not quite as long as last night's methinks... but going somewhere, at least. In its own bizarre fantasy teen angst sort of way. It's so beautifully... weird. I'm sure you can all guess exactly which character is in there purely for my own enjoyment. I wanted the herione to flirt with him more, but nooo... someone thinks she's attracted to Alex. Oh well, there's a whole ton of stuff that happens in the Darkness soon enough, so maybe the dynamics will change. Or maybe Basil will get Virginia. Gosh darnit I love randomly writing things. I think the in-between conversation bits are just as amusing, though. If anyone's particularly bored (and since I haven't had anyone comment in my journal for almost a month, darn you people) you can add a bit on to it if you like. Of course, it will have to meet our approval. Hehehe.
Yeah... I really need to get to bed. I am going to be so tired tomorrow morning. But I am almost done with this quarter, goshdarnit. Almost done.
He turned to look at the swords again. I considered asking him if what Alex had tried would really work, but Basil made it clear that the conversation was over. I hesitated a bit, wandered around the basement, and then headed back upstairs...
So. Alex, the popular jock who still managed to be an intellectual. Alex, the one with friends and aquaintances in every group. Alex, the one person you could count on to be at every social event. Alex...the dark mage? Where did that fit in?
I racked my brains for some other explanation than the one Basil had provided. Perhaps I'd misheard Alex. He had been whispering, after all. But no, I knew the unmistakeable strange flowi-ness of Latin when I heard it.
What to do now? I still didn't know Alex very well, and approaching him to say, "Hey, I heard that curse that you where putting on Craig. Mind telling me what's up with that?" just didn't seem like the best idea at the time. Plus Craig might think I was defending him somehow, and that was the last thing I wanted.
When I came to the top of the steps, I feared the worst. But the party went on, oblivous. Rumours spread that Alex had done some sort of secret wrestling hold on Craig, and he had passed out afterwards. The atmosphere felt even more oppressive than before. Suddenly, I felt alone. Only I knew the truth. Or, at least the truth Basil had told me. He had seemed so earnest, though, and I was afraid. I had limited options. I wasn't about to go telling anyone else, so I could either shut up and forget about it or try to find out more. I seriously considered the former. Just leaving everything alone and continue on living. And do what? Sit around and play video games? Hang out with friends I've never really trusted? As frightening as this was...it was something to do.
Something to do. That is, perhaps, the lamest excuse for getting involved in shady activities that I have ever heard. But it's the truth.
I decided soon after to leave the party. It was something to do, and I didn't want to have to worry about Alex coming up with a reason to curse me. Ok, so Basil's ominous musings had made me paranoid. It would've freaked you out, too. I said my obligatory good-byes, and made my way back to my bunk. I'm sorry to say, after that night, I never gave the whole incident more than a passing thought.... Naturally, I didn't notice as Craig became more distant to all of us. By the end of the summer, he didn't even have a girlfriend. Most people assumed it was because he had already dated everyone in camp. Only I knew this was wrong, since he hadn't dated me yet. But I never put two and two together. He seemed... colder. He still leered at me, but whereas before the party he was just being a prat, now there was something almost malevolent in his eyes. Instead of merely making me want to vomit, he gave me cold chills and I couldn't look him in the eyes for longer than a few seconds. I shrugged it off, though, and was grateful that I didn't have to deal with him as often. For some time, life seemed to return almost to normal.
Chapter 2:
It was about a year later, at a ridiculous camp reunion that I saw them all again. Virginia was the only person I knew that had come, so I spent a fair amount of time with her. She was still enamoured with Alex, so we spent a lot of time with him. The incident at the party the year before had faded far into the recesses of my memory, and I didn't give it a second thought. Until I saw Craig... If the guy creeped me out before, he positively made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end now. He looked pretty much the same, physically - except that he'd lost a bit of weight that must have been all muscle. He looked a little lank now. His hair was longish and greasy. But it was his eyes that truly scared me. They were empty. Devoid of any emotion whatsoever. He twitched slightly when he saw me, and his mouth twisted into a cruel grin.
Before he could say anything, I grabbed Viginia and frantically searched for Alex.
"Look, let's go see what he's up to!" I said a little too enthusiastically, dragging her through a throng of people and away from Craig
We found him in the kitchen of his old bunk. It was an odd place to find him, but Virginia didn't notice. She immediately rushed over to him, and started fawning over his amazing culinary skills. He was making Kraft Dinner.
"Wow, Alex! How are you? Mmmm, that smells wonderful," Virginia gushed. I tried not to gag. Alex raised his eyebrows as he looked over at her.
"Oh, hi there...uh..." Alex swallowed. He had that look of a deer trapped in the headlights that men get when they forget names. Not wanting poor Virginia to be crushed, I mouthed her name behind her back to Alex. "Virginia!"
I rolled my eyes. It wasn't really like Alex to forget names like that, being the suave jock that he was, but I imagined over the past year he'd had a lot more on his mind. Like, maybe slowly killing people's souls. Actually, I still wasn't thinking that at the time. I wish I would have, though. I should have noticed that the whole scene was sort of ominous and foreboding. I noticed the Kraft Dinner didn't really smell like Kraft Dinner was supposed to. In fact, it smelled like nothing. Like a black hole of scent.
But, at the moment, I was more concerned with avoiding Craig. I sighed. Was this what my life had come to?
Yes, yes it was.
Alex and Virginia and I chatted for a while, though for the life of me I can't remember what. I know most of it consisted of Virginia flirting and complimenting Alex.
When the Kraft Dinner was done, I politely refused. If he hadn't wanted all of it for himself, he shouldn't have made it by himself. At least, that was the reasoning I gave him. It was a little harsh, I guess. But I figured on some level he deserved it, and I didn't want anything to do with his evil confection. I noted later that he hadn't eaten any of what seemed to be innocent cheese-and-macaroni, either. He just left it to sit on the stove and fester. We talked a bit more. Small talk, mostly, because Virginia was capable of little else.
Alex looked up from his plate of macaroni. It had been piled up, forked, and mashed during the course of our conversation. His eyes met mine for the first time that night. I was surprised by the expression on his face. He looked...troubled. Thoughtful. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but then his eyes flickered to Virginia and he thought better of it. Looking at me again, he looked pointedly at the exit and then back at me. I caught his drift, and excused myself to go to the washroom.
I walked into the bathroom, sullied by many years of nearly exclusive use by teenaged boys. In short, it was rather disgusting. I wondered if he meant for me to go into the washroom while he talked to Virginia. If maybe I should find... something to do. I soon heard his footsteps outside though, followed by a soft knock.
I opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. He frowned, closed the door, and locked it. It occurred to me that this might actually not be the best of situations for me to be in. I was now locked in a bathroom with a potentially dangerous guy who might curse me or lord knew what else. Nervously, I bit my lip and edged my hand toward the door knob.
"Calm down," Alex said, though his back was to me. "I just want to talk."
Oh good. he just wanted to talk. Wait, talk how? Talk as in whisper Latin curses to me? That was hardly reassuring.
Not quite as long as last night's methinks... but going somewhere, at least. In its own bizarre fantasy teen angst sort of way. It's so beautifully... weird. I'm sure you can all guess exactly which character is in there purely for my own enjoyment. I wanted the herione to flirt with him more, but nooo... someone thinks she's attracted to Alex. Oh well, there's a whole ton of stuff that happens in the Darkness soon enough, so maybe the dynamics will change. Or maybe Basil will get Virginia. Gosh darnit I love randomly writing things. I think the in-between conversation bits are just as amusing, though. If anyone's particularly bored (and since I haven't had anyone comment in my journal for almost a month, darn you people) you can add a bit on to it if you like. Of course, it will have to meet our approval. Hehehe.
Yeah... I really need to get to bed. I am going to be so tired tomorrow morning. But I am almost done with this quarter, goshdarnit. Almost done.
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You should've told me who you wanted to be in love with whom.
Anyhoo, if I finish all my vector proofs tonight at a decent hour, I'll be on. Otherwise... le sigh. Stupid geometry.
PS - We are literary geniuses.
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That's us. Because we are literary geniuses.