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THIRD TRIAL

[Ashley Blair, the SHSL Witch-in-Training, is dead. She's had her life snuffed out, but how and why? It's a murder both mysterious and menacing.

Portraits of Betrayus and Ashley, depicted in monochrome coloring, stand at their podiums. But more importantly, the courtroom this time is an exact and functional replica of the Eggman Factory. If only for the evidence they'll never be able to move...

Will they be able to use this evidence to find the truth? Or will the culprit's confusing conundrum get the best of them?

10 students remain.]

[Let the class trial in the murder of Ashley Blair...begin.]

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DON'T TELL ME WHAT I WOULD DO!

[Her head tilts downward, tears staining the top of her podium. There's so much running through her head right now. So much emotion bubbling inside her that she feels like a pressure cooker ready to explode. None of this makes sense. None of this is fair. Every single trial she's ever been a part of has stolen someone she loved away from her. Mac. Callie. And now Yomiel? And she just has to keep going? Until it finally ends or they all die?]

You... [A pause. Trying not to get choked up.] You're the one who doesn't understand. I love you. Don't you get it? There's a reason I told you not to die. So what if you did horrible things? We all have blood on our hands! You could have talked to me about it! Even if I couldn't understand, I'd still support you! I...er...you... We...we...

...

...we could have been happy together.

You love me?

[No, no, no, it can't be true. It can't be. This can't happen, a person like him, somebody falling in love with ridiculous, pathetic, unliving him?]

I-I didn't... [He shudders and shakes his head, like trying to get rid of a bee. He can't allow himself to listen to this, not now, not when he was going to die.]

You don't know that. I...maybe this was for the best, Clair.

I would've just ruined everything anyways.

No. You wouldn't have. But you did now. And now you expect me to finish the job? I'm sorry, Yomiel, but that's not going to happen.

[The tears stop. When Clair looks up again, her expression is deathly hollow.]

Every time I care about someone in this camp, they die. Mac. Callie. And now you? Who's next? Wiitney? Alastor? Shadow? No. I don't know if there's a curse on me or not, but either way I'm ending this now. I'll vote for someone, but it's not going to be you. And if someone tries to change my answer, I won't hesitate to stop them.

You wouldn't.

[Oh, you are not playing this game with him, Clair. He steps out from behind his podium to walk towards her.]

Don't you dare think about that.

Don't come near me.

[Her brows furrow, changing her blank expression to one of rage.]

What I do with my life is my own choice. Even if you stop me here, I'll just attack the bear and force him to execute me.

Aw, c'mon, toots! "The" bear? We're so close and yet, you still don't know my name! That hurts, doll.

...Though, I'd love to see you try! We're gonna need to see some more bloodshed around here anyway, why not get a jumpstart on it?

Shut up, you stupid bear! Clair, are you mad?

[He finally reaches her podium, standing to it's side. However, he's tense, as if ready to launch himself forward.]

This is my death, damn it, I'm...I can't be responsible for another woman I love dying because of ME!

[And he, without warning, launches himself forward to tackle her to the ground.]

[Not really much else to do but be tackled. Well, brace herself, maybe, but she's still on the ground. Even someone as strong as her is struggling to get up, but damn if she isn't going to fight and claw her way to that podium.]

Maybe you should have thought of that before you killed Ashley!

[Kneeing him in the gut.]

If we didn't find out who killed her, I would have wound up dead anyway, along with everyone else! Would that have been more preferable?

I wasn't thinking, I just...it made sense at the time, and now I have to reap the consequences- gods, stand still!

[He'll let out an "oof" at that hit, though he's just going to give her a really awkward and tight hug around her waist and not let go.]

There's no need to kill yourself because of me, Clair, there's no point!

That's no excuse!

[Before Yomiel got her in a hug, Clair managed to scramble upwards, near the podium. Her fingers are digging tightly into the top of it, arms desperately trying to pull herself up with the added weight and awkward position.]

And besides, this isn't just about you! I'm sick of people I care about dying! I'm tired of trying in vain to find a way out of this place! I've watched this game go on long enough, so now it's time for me to step out of it!

[Continuing to pull herself up. Her hand lunges for the button, but she's not close enough. Ugg, just a few more inches and she can press it...]

[He detaches himself from her, only to adjust himself so that she can look into his face. He can't allow this to happen. He might be going to his death but he won't allow his last memory to be dooming her, too.]

This isn't the way to step out of it, you idiot! I'm not going to allow you to...!

[And before she can protest, he cuts himself off, bending down to capture her lips in a kiss.]

[It's the best way he can distract her from what she's trying to do.]

[She's going to take that opening to tap Yomiel's face on Clair's screen. She can't stand by and let someone doom themselves without trying to stop it.]

Edited 2015-10-25 21:38 (UTC)

[She wasn't even going to let him finish. Wasn't even going to look at him. The second he let go, even if it was just to move himself, she sprung forward again. But before she knew it, she found herself against him; his lips locked up against hers. Her eyes were still open, wide in surprise. Too focused on Yomiel to even notice Neph hitting the bottom until she hears it.

By that time, she's already broken. She clings to Yomiel, breaking away from the kiss and burying her head in his neck.]

Hey, hey, it's...don't cry, okay?

[He sighs. He can't go back. There's no magic time-traveling powers that can make him reverse things and redo it all over again. What happened, happened.]

It'll be over soon.

...

[She doesn't say anything. She can't say anything. Doesn't he get it? Everything being over soon is exactly what she's afraid of. Before coming here, she turn away friendships. Turned away getting close to people. She focused on improving herself and beating Lance. Becoming the best. Living up to her clan's name.

Now here, in this hellhole, she has friends. Friends who keep leaving her. Who keep dying. Opening her heart made life here tolerable, but she can't take it being broken over and over again. She thought she was strong. Powerful. A role model. Now? She's shown what she truly is: weak.

The tears do stop, though. She gets up without a word and just...stands there. Distant. Not really looking at anything. It's already over now.]

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