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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 14, 2008 18:03:22 GMT
Madeleine kept her gaze averted to the floor as she picked up more things.
How was she... how...
Shaun wouldn't do this. He would have just left her to get on with it, Madeleine was sure. And because of what had happened before Christmas, she knew that he wouldn't add that to her plate as well.
But what if he had said that? With what she'd said to him on Boxing Day...
A small wave of nausea rushed over her as she responded, "How did he tell you that?"
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Post by misa on Jan 14, 2008 18:18:45 GMT
It was going to sound ridiculous and Misa knew it. But, she had to say it anyway. If she was going to explain herself properly she needed to tell Madeleine all of it.
"In a dream." She said, looking away. It sounded ten times thicker than she'd even thought it could.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 14, 2008 18:29:52 GMT
Madeleine pursed her lips, standing up and going over to the teacher's desk to get some tissues, before walking back in silence and attempting to mop up the scarlet ink on the floor.
All in silence.
She could have psychokinesed it over, but she needed to order her confused thoughts.
"A dream?"
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Post by misa on Jan 14, 2008 18:36:01 GMT
"Yes. Well, no. I mean...I don't know!"Misa exclaimed, rising to her feet.
This was all so confusing.
She took a deep breath and tried again.
"He was there and I was there. I was asleep, but it wasn't a dream. It really happened. But, in a different...place?"
Strike Two.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 14, 2008 18:58:02 GMT
Madeleine was immediately taken back to her experience in her coma.
But Misa hadn't been dead...
"Can you tell me about it?"
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Post by misa on Jan 14, 2008 19:35:38 GMT
"It was like...like after I feel asleep I went somewhere else. As though, my whole body was taken there. It's just like real life, I could think and feel everything the way I normally would. And after I woke up, or whatever, I could still remember every detail.
"And the strangest thing is...it wasn't like I was seeing memory of him. His hair was longer and his clothes were more worn looking and the last time it happened, the time he told me that, his eye was awfully bruised and...oh, I don't know!" She didn't, she really didn't. Talking about it only made the whole thing sound more idiotic.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 14, 2008 19:53:46 GMT
Madeleine's heart paused for a beat as Misa's words triggered memories of her ... fiance's dreams.
That word restarted it, making it swell slightly and giving her that warm, fuzzy feeling, even at this minute.
She finally looked Misa in the eye. "Misa, when you're having these 'dreams'... do you - has anyone mentioned you screaming, or thrashing?"
What if Misa's mind was now being controlled? Was that the price that was being paid?
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Post by misa on Jan 16, 2008 18:14:33 GMT
What...? What on earth did that have to do with anything? No, Madeleine couldn't be...she couldn't actually think there was more to this, too. Madeleine had seemed so rational, too sensible to not have a perfectly regular explanation for this. She was the head of the warriors, she was meant to lead...Or maybe that's where she was going with this...she was going to tell her it was all just a certain type of dream or something.
"Once...once, I woke myself up and I was screaming," She shuddered slightly, her own screaming had unnerved her badly...that had been before the mirror, "But, another time I must have fallen asleep in the library or something, I haven't been sleeping so great at night because, well, anyway, a girl woke me up because she thought I was dead. She said I wasn't moving at all. Why does it matter?"
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 16, 2008 19:38:24 GMT
Madeleine bit her lip.
"Misa, has there been... has anyone tried to change your ideas, or to tell you to do things?" she asked.
This couldn't be happening...
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Post by misa on Jan 17, 2008 19:21:22 GMT
"I..." How had she known he had asked her to do anything?
Misa ran a hand through her fringe in frustration.
She was just so tired, so d**n tired of all this. She just wanted to curl up somewhere quiet, high up were none of this could touch her and stay there, unaffected and observant. But she wasn't. Instead, she was down here, blind and beaten.
Suddenly she felt that all too familiar, vicious tingle up her spine. No, God, not now, please... She begged silently and, for a moment, she thought it had worked.
For a second it did stop.
A second just long enough for her body to relax again.
Then it struck. The horrible stabbing sensation - A thousand red hot knives being jarred into her, repeatedly. She saw the floor rush up to meet her and then there was blackness, sickening blackness just like always only, this time it didn't dissolve after a few seconds. It seemed to go on for eternity, pain and darkness and, God! It hurt so much...
Then it was over and when she finally opened her eyes Misa found herself curled in a ball, face to face with a desk that looked like it had sixteen legs.
She raised a shaking hand to her nose and wiped away the blood she could feel slowly trickling down her face - hot and sticky and sickening, a horrid sign of her weakness.
And Madeleine had seen it all...played witness to her weakness. Misa felt like just staying there, a weak mess, what difference would it make? She hoped she hadn't screamed, she really did...
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 30, 2008 18:06:54 GMT
As Misa writhed and twitched on the floor, Madeleine watched in horror.
It was like... some sort of seizure. Misa was seizing - but if Misa had epilepsy, or anything that would make her prone to seizures, Madeleine would know. After all, she had access to the pupil files, didn't she?
And Madeleine had seen this before. She knew what was happening.
She knelt down, placing her wrist on Misa's tossing forehead, before pulling back sharply at the heat.
This was hell. Who was doing this?!
And why couldn't she fix it?
All she could do was wait.
When Misa finally came back into lucidity, there was blood trickling from her nose.
Madeleine leant back against a table leg, studying her silently. "Misa, you need to tell someone about this."
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Post by misa on Jan 30, 2008 19:30:51 GMT
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Misa said sadly, slowly sitting up and mirroring Madeleine by leaning back against the table behind her. "Don't you see? I can't tell anyone. They wouldn't understand - I'd look mental. But, somehow I knew you wouldn'.t" She looked away, wishing desperately the world would stop spinning so badly.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jan 30, 2008 19:54:41 GMT
Madeleine watched Misa with shielded eyes.
Could she forgive herself if she blindly let Lee's fate happen to Misa?
No.
Could she also go against Misa's wishes and tell someone?
Also no.
So what was she going to do?
"It's fine," she said softly. "But Misa, I really think you have to tell someone. Lee had dreams like those - and he was completely taken over by this person, and he tried to assassinate Professor Hoodham under this person's control. He then had his memory taken away - and his chances of getting back were over 6 million to one. He did, eventually, but that was a miracle. You can't let something like this happen to you," she finished, her voice becoming quieter and quiter as she spoke.
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Post by misa on Jan 31, 2008 18:10:15 GMT
So that was how it happened. It was one of those things she hadn't felt right asking him herself. But, this couldn't be anything like that...could it?
Then again, that would explain the fits, the memorable pain.
No, that couldn't be right. Because then that would mean They were in control of Ken'ichi. And he was dead. Surely they couldn't make the dead live on like that?
As for being controlled - there was no way They had her. Her mind was the only thing she had complete control of, no one could take that away from her.
They wouldn't. She refused to believe this - Madeleine had it wrong.
Pushing aside her nausea, Misa stood up abruptly, snatching up the handle of her bag as she did so, dropping the steel mask she had practised hiding behind so well, across her drawn chalk white features.
"No, Madeleine," she spoke in a clipped voice, forcing all emotion from it although her heart was drumming a painfully violent rhythm against her chest in a dull effort to remind her she was only human and shouldn't keep this all inside, "That can't be what this is. I just...I know. I was only passing on the message."
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Feb 1, 2008 11:12:40 GMT
Madeleine stiffened at Misa's cold tone, but shook her head at her. "Well, Misa... no offence, but it was a pretty sick message," she said softly. "And I don't know what the point of telling you to tell me that was."
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