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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - Outside the Conference Room[/code][/b][hr]

[i]"Yes, I-"[/i]

Grant abruptly stopped motioning, cutting his answer short. He cocked his head to the side slightly a moment or so after he paused, his eyes scanning Lynette's facial expression. What she just asked him...why would she ask him that? Did it have to do with what she knew?

[i]"I never said I made the sound go away,"[/i] he told her. He didn't appear to be accusatory, just curious in her thought process. [i]"I didn't think I caused it, I thought something just happened to me. But I said 'yes' anyway. That doesn't make sense."[/i]

His hand reached for the strap of his book bag and held on tightly as a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Why would he say yes? It never crossed his mind to think he had any pull on what had happened to him, yet he answered so...[i]automatically[/i], almost. Did he actually do it then? Furthermore he was now agreeing that he'd made the sound go away, even though he'd said he'd gone deaf. What the hell?

All the while, the muffled yelling in the Conference Room appeared to escalate as he saw somebody enter the room, and the light coming out from underneath the doorway even went out for a second or so before returning, only for the yelling to return once more and the arguing voices to become more emotional. Grant's concern over the situation only grew more as their conversation went on. Combined with how puzzled he felt about his situation, he felt more than ever that he needed some answers. But he couldn't push too much, Lynette was the one who'd invited him out here after all.

[i]"Lynette...why are we here? What's going on in there?"[/i] Grant signed after thinking it over, [i]"I get the feeling you know what's happening to me, and whatever it is, it has to do with why we're here."[/i]

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[b][code]Farmer Hill - Downtown, Near Sucre Café[/code][/b][hr]

Strangely enough, Jasmine couldn't see anything when she tried to look down the alleyway. It was still daytime though, so why was it so dark? And specifically in this alley as well? But one of her other senses did pick up on something. There was noise, the sound of heavy footsteps and something fleshy that was dragging along the ground. The darkness suddenly began to fade away once she heard those sounds, and from within the darkness stepped out...

Jasmine felt her breath catch in her throat as she stared down- no, [i]up[/i] at the monstrous entity before her. A massive bloody blade was held in one hand, and in the other, the body of a dead woman. She looked familiar, was she a student? She didn't personally know her but she was sure she'd seen the victim before. But now she was dead, and the killer was right fucking in front her. He dropped the body, and the thud of it landing on the ground was the only noise Jasmine could hear. There were no people, no cars, nothing. Just her and the monster, alone. She took a step back, unsure if running was even an option here, but then the behemoth raised his blade with the intent to cut her down.

She threw herself backward and off to the side, scraping her arms up on the pavement in the process. Even if she only had a low chance of escaping, there was no way in hell she was going to just let herself die. She didn't know how narrowly she had avoided the attack, but she didn't give it any thought and instead scrambled up onto her feet before booking it away from the killer as fast as she could. She didn't have a goal in mind, she just knew she had to get away, and happened to be making her way towards the original destination of Sucre Café.

"Help! [b]Help![/b] Somebody help me! Please!"

The screams ripped out of her throat, purely on instinct. Adrenaline rushed through her body as she pushed herself as hard as she could in getting away. She continued to scream, and glanced back over shoulder to see just how far (or more likely, close) her pursuer was while still going as fast as she could.

As she ran, unbeknownst to her, a symbol had begun to take form on her abdomen.