The Rooftop. Arc one, chapter three.

Warning! Sensitive to some viewers!

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Isukei stood in the shaft that connected the main school and the rooftop. Her eyes where dry, but watched steadily at her.. friend.. standing at the rooftops edge. Isukei could hear thoughts coming from the poor victim, she was the cause of the thoughts, it was her ability. Abilities tie in to the traits of the person, they are welded to who you truly are. For Isukei, it welded, formed together on one.. trait. Manipulation.

Isukei watched intensively, with the tension that only the victim and executor possess. The friend, blond curls, rosy cheeks, pale, blue dress, the first victim of Isukeis suicidal grasp.

The victim took off the blouse that covers her pale shoulders, her shoes revealing nylon socks, a whooshing of air and a wet thud as blood soaked the pavement at the pavilion that has surrounded the tall school.

A smile if satisfaction creeped across Isukeis face as she blinks.

first.. one. Done.

And then Isukei walked down the stairs as if nothing happened, not the suicide, not the terror that has filled the pavilion. She turned the corner, and acted as if she just got there, walking the hall, down the stairs, to the ground floor. She wore a mask of worry as the true face of satisfaction never leaked, she wore the illusion of sadness and grief as her friend was shown dead, but, beneath the shroud of lies bore the sickening plan of a manipulator, twisted and turned is the upcoming events, the maze of allibies to never to be revealed as false.

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Okay warning bit is over.

Isukeis pov.

After a few minuets in the crowd I slipped away, my long hair billowing in the wind, I continued over to where my next class was.

After the lecture of history class I made it to the snack bar using crystals as stepping stones as I ran, easily moving though out the crowds until I made it and took a seat at one of the red leather stools.

I ordered a tea and a bacon and onion poutine (I live in canada, deal with it) with cheese and celery (I had it once, it's really good) -notes fix brackets-

After I finished I maneuvered my way thru the crowded halls and towards one of my other.. friends.. one other friend to blondie, I felt like I needed to support Kay, even if I was the cause of Mary's suicide.

??? pov.

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I moved through out the halls of the sectioned off area towards Miroris dorm.

No one was here, obviously. This was the area for rank five and higher.

My rough hand reached for the cold metal of the door handle and with a creak I stepped in.

"Hey Mirori! Working on another long mission eh'?" I greeted Mirori who is sitting at her desk sorting through some papers, scribbling down some stuff no matter the dim lighting that filled the room.

"Hey First-y, still not telling your name. hehehe," Miroris faint giggle bounced of the walls of the room.

"Oh be quiet," I retorted then let out a laugh my self.

-note fix and edit-

Word count 532.

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