Hayl snuck out of the library, hoping she wouldn't be seen. She avoided looking through anyway windows to classrooms, because she apprehended the bloodshed that would be found in them. That of her schoolmates and her teachers. It was something that she would be unable to take right now. If anybody had thought for a second, it didn't take a genius to work out where she was going. She had always said, the best way to figure out what was happening was to go right back to the start - back to where it had all began. This second takeover of the mafia had been predicted. It had been written in time and space by destiny long ago. There was nothing that she could have done to prevent it. Perhaps, though, if she looked into the stars and future, she would be able to figure out how to fix this, quite frankly, unnecessary interruption of her learning.
She grasped that black door handle and turned it gently, anybody else would have expected it to be very heavy and difficult to open - like the majority of the doors in this place.
It was as beautiful as it had been last time. The Mirror Room. It was immaculate, there was not a piece of dirt in the bright room. One day she would work out how the place was lit up all the time, considering there were no lights there. Probably some sort of sorcery. She had to be careful, though, mirrors play tricks with people, it's their jobs.
She found what she was looking for, rather quickly, a very old fountain - The Waters of the Future. It had looked younger the last time she had found it. But then again, it couldn't be found unless somebody specifically sought it.
She looked into it's clear water and whispered, "Show me what I have forgotten." A picture of her doorkey appeared in the fountain, "Well yeah, you know what I mean. Don't mess with me."
A very surreal image began to materialize in the water, it started out dark and swirly but slowly, it got clearer. She saw herself, in the same room that she was in. Her classmates were surrounding her, all holding knives. They had bloodthirsty glints in their eyes, there was no way she was going to survive this. By the looks of the image though, she tried to reason with them. But then, for some rationalization unknown, she took a dagger out of her pocket and thrust it into her own stomach. In the image she fell to her knees, then the picture shifted to an image of herself in a grand majestic hall - it looked quite like the dinner hall at the Temple but there were cobwebs everywhere. She was there with a large group of unusual; unfamilar people, they seemed to staking out for some type of seige. But it seemed to be a situation similar to the one they were in at the moment, except time was growing older at the ordinary rate. Could it be that this was the future and no matter how violently they defeat the mafia, they'll always come back? But, how could this future be true if she dies? Oh well, she'd let fate determine that answer. The image shifted again and she was stood in a familiar bright green field, maybe the Water's of the Future have past seeing powers aswell...
This isn't important.
Hayl thought, pulling herself away from the Waters.
Why did everyone want to kill her though? Maybe, the mafia had won and she was the last alive, again...
Realising she hadn't checked on her friends in the classroom for a very long time, Hayl thought it best to check on them to see how they were progressing. There was no way that a clear provailer had been decided yet. For all she knew, they could all be dead by now. She shook the dreadful thought out of her mind as she exited the classroom - she thanked heaven that she was able wander the corridors invisible to all. It had been a useful piece of magic she had learnt during the days she wanted a nice midnight stroll; or to enter a lesson late but unnoticed - she had been too scared and panicked to do that earlier when she had been late for the class that caused her to put her life in fast-forward.
Her mother had once told her that the solution to a problem was the dispose of the reason the problem had occured in the first place. Hayl wished she could do this, maybe if she had killed all of the mafia the first time, this may not have happened.
Then it hit her. She stopped dead in her tracks with a sharp gasp.
It all made sense to her now: the prophecy, everybody ganging up on her in the Mirror Room, her killing herself. This was the solution: get rid of the cause of the problem. She had been the one to tear reality in half and the only way to restore what once was, was for herself to cease to exist. She couldn't let that happen before the mafia had been defeated though. Somehow, she needed to keep it a secret from her classmates - that way she could help in the battle. Hopefully, the final battle.
She carried on her path toward the classroom, quietly entering it. A few faces looked towards her in fear. They hadn't known whether or not she was still alive. Quietly, the faces greeted her, Hayl tried hard not to look at the body of KMD that was propped up against a chair with his heart ripped from his ribcage - which lay on the floor beside him. Surprisingly, it wasn't that much of task, considering the fact that unpoppable bubbles were floating around the room - a corner of which appeared to be filled with soft pink candy floss.
"The tear in time and reality is getting wider." She thought aloud.
"Yes, it is." Reckoner spoke. "These have been here for the past few days, we think Anon dreamed about them and they crossed the void to our void."
Hayl turned to look at Anon, who was blushing.
She looked serious for once, "You killed Kmd today. Was he mafia?" she enquired.
"Yes," SpyreX smiled, "It is our believe, according to this game, that there is only one more left to catch and kill before we win this and end it."
Smiling, Hayl replied "Excellent. I wont be disappearing again, going to stay here for a while."
"Do you know how to fix the hole in reality, yet?" Pulindar asked, eagerly.
Hayl looked away from them. "I know. I will tell you later, let me not burden you with this knowledge."
How she was going to prevent them from finding out, she would never know...
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