She'd seen Raivis' post on the journals, and while she'd left a reply, she didn't hold out much hope for getting a reply on the journal system. Better to go after him herself. She was so focused on getting out to him that she didn't even pack up her laptop or bring her bag of visions. If she had...she might have noticed that she was now wearing -precisely- what she was wearing in a sketch of herself she'd done recently...
But then the sketch wouldn't have been accurate. For the time she had drawn herself, her futureself had left behind her usual satchel.
She hurried towards medical, thankfully managing to catch him inbetween medical and his intended target. The cool night air was crisp, but clear.
Becca's eyes widened, and she took a step back from him, staring at the knife.
"Raivis....I'm...scared today. I'm scared. Won't...you come help me?" She hoped that would be enough to get him off this crazy tangent of his, hoped that his promise to protect her would override whatever craziness was going on in his mind.
She raised her hand in a purely subconscious movement, putting her hand over her heart and the medal she wore pinned there.
"Raivis you can't kill Ivan!" She snapped at him, and...his words struck a chord.
Ivan had spent -days- torturing her...because she was too weak to stand up to him. Too weak to have even tried to hold him off when she -had- a chance.
She planted her feet firmly, trying to remember what it had felt like to be a boy and to feel inherently physically strong. Her hands balled into tight fists, not to attack, but certainly to hold her ground.
If the damsel in distress routine wasn't working...maybe she -would- help herself.
"I'm not moving an inch. You're going back to medical and giving up on this damn fool idea!"
"Dear Becca. If you do not move from your spot in the next ten seconds, I will jam this knife around your eyeball and pop it out, then cut through the cord, and step on it 'til it squashes like a grape."
The words were spoken with such chilling honestly from that crazed mind.
"Don't think you're any stronger than you were before. You're still a stupid girl no matter what. Which teacher are you dating this week?"
Her eyes widened greater still and she took a step backwards, but she tightened her hands and forced herself to hold still and stand steady. She wasn't going to let this boy intimidate her.
"I'm dating -you-, or did you forget that?" She shook her head, momentarily taking her eyes off of him in a grave tactical error, should he choose to use it to his advantage.
"But not if you think of me like -that-. Ivan's my friend, and I'm not letting you hurt him. And I'm not letting you talk to =me= like that, either."
She couldn't believe what he'd just said. And maybe it was that Ivan's violence mixed with his sweetness while Raivis' was just pure one or the other, but...she -was- finding it easier to stand up to Latvia than she had found it to stand up to Russia.
"So you're dating me? Do any of the teachers know? I suppose they're fine with you using them."
He took a step closer, attempting to step around her. "I'm going to kill him. Kill that bastard for all he did to me. And you are not going to stop me. Your mind is so weak and fragile that you latch on to people, no? So get lost."
"I haven't been using the teachers! We went out on a date...I thought we'd go out on more...that means we're dating, right? You gave me a present, you treated me like your girlfriend... We =kissed=..."
She took another step backwards, but put her arms out insistently to the sides, trying to block him. "I'm not going out with you again after this, I can promise you that!"
Tears welled in her eyes, and it seemed for a moment that their roles were reversed as a shudder passed over Becca's body. But, even now terrified of him, she wasn't willing to back down. Not yet.
"Does it look like I care, when you've been dancing around like that?" Raivis said, sugar-sweetly.
He moved with her, but eventually grew tired of her incessant heroism.
With one swift movement, he shoved the girl over, and had the knife sticking into her cheek, beneath her glasses, a deep gash that stained the metal already, before he painfully took it out, leaving a bigger scar that touched the corner of her nose, before kicking her in the head and moving to leave.
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But then the sketch wouldn't have been accurate. For the time she had drawn herself, her futureself had left behind her usual satchel.
She hurried towards medical, thankfully managing to catch him inbetween medical and his intended target. The cool night air was crisp, but clear.
"Raivis! Raivis, what's going on??"
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"Hello Becca! How are we feeling today? Me myself, I'm going to kill somebody."
He took a deep breath in through his nostrils, closing his eyes.
His insane eyes studied her carefully.
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"Raivis....I'm...scared today. I'm scared. Won't...you come help me?" She hoped that would be enough to get him off this crazy tangent of his, hoped that his promise to protect her would override whatever craziness was going on in his mind.
She raised her hand in a purely subconscious movement, putting her hand over her heart and the medal she wore pinned there.
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"Help your own damn self. I have to kill Ivan tonight."
He looked at her hand upon her heart, then shook his head.
"Move. Get out of the way."
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Ivan had spent -days- torturing her...because she was too weak to stand up to him. Too weak to have even tried to hold him off when she -had- a chance.
She planted her feet firmly, trying to remember what it had felt like to be a boy and to feel inherently physically strong. Her hands balled into tight fists, not to attack, but certainly to hold her ground.
If the damsel in distress routine wasn't working...maybe she -would- help herself.
"I'm not moving an inch. You're going back to medical and giving up on this damn fool idea!"
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"Dear Becca. If you do not move from your spot in the next ten seconds, I will jam this knife around your eyeball and pop it out, then cut through the cord, and step on it 'til it squashes like a grape."
The words were spoken with such chilling honestly from that crazed mind.
"Don't think you're any stronger than you were before. You're still a stupid girl no matter what. Which teacher are you dating this week?"
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"I'm dating -you-, or did you forget that?" She shook her head, momentarily taking her eyes off of him in a grave tactical error, should he choose to use it to his advantage.
"But not if you think of me like -that-. Ivan's my friend, and I'm not letting you hurt him. And I'm not letting you talk to =me= like that, either."
She couldn't believe what he'd just said. And maybe it was that Ivan's violence mixed with his sweetness while Raivis' was just pure one or the other, but...she -was- finding it easier to stand up to Latvia than she had found it to stand up to Russia.
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"So you're dating me? Do any of the teachers know? I suppose they're fine with you using them."
He took a step closer, attempting to step around her. "I'm going to kill him. Kill that bastard for all he did to me. And you are not going to stop me. Your mind is so weak and fragile that you latch on to people, no? So get lost."
He gradually grew more and more intimidating.
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She took another step backwards, but put her arms out insistently to the sides, trying to block him. "I'm not going out with you again after this, I can promise you that!"
Tears welled in her eyes, and it seemed for a moment that their roles were reversed as a shudder passed over Becca's body. But, even now terrified of him, she wasn't willing to back down. Not yet.
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He moved with her, but eventually grew tired of her incessant heroism.
With one swift movement, he shoved the girl over, and had the knife sticking into her cheek, beneath her glasses, a deep gash that stained the metal already, before he painfully took it out, leaving a bigger scar that touched the corner of her nose, before kicking her in the head and moving to leave.
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