Everything was in chaos; Zoe had seemingly frozen up. Ascot knew he can do nothing now, nothing except to go along with the will of the crowd. But what was said will? People have finally began to resist the Ghost Girl - he cursed himself for not having waited - but others were going to wait for the train to turn their bodies into pulp. Damnit all, with Zoe's lack of action, he was effectively alone. Was this his destiny, to go along with the flow?

[i]You can always choose to go back to the platform; you have at least a minute.[/i] Ascot's mind spoke to him to him. But the boy casually refused; he wanted the possibility of power. Wait, what? He actually believed that he was going to be made more powerful from this?

It seems that he did. The feeling of powerlessness, the feeling of being beaten up for being smart, the feeling of being shoved in a locker (what a cliche!), all those were remembered now. He wanted to be special, to feel strange energies course through his body as he healed people and protected them from vague but horrifying enemies. He wanted to glow with bright light, yearned to finally save people instead of being the one being saved.

The train was coming. It was too late for him to back out. And so, Ascot bowed down his head, hoping that the pain would be brief...

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