The Three Trials for Power

By Lars the Goddess

Part 9

Chapter 16

The four witches met in the temple, standing in front of the altar, which had a gold statue of the woman from the fire looming over it. As they waited for their guide to make an appearance, Cyanea studied her friends, noting their own spiritual forms. Her gaze first fell on Anika who was standing and staring at the statue in awe.

The young girl's hair had turned gold and hung in long curls down her back. Her skin as well had taken on the same shade, glistening in the torchlight. Her body was draped with robes adorned with golden feathers that hung from pieces of leather while her eyes had become those of a hawk.

"Wow, I wonder how much gold it took to make that. It's beautiful!" Anika exclaimed, more than excited by what she saw.

"The question you should be asking is how much gold it took to make you?" Duo said as he stepped up to her, poking at one of the many feathers hanging carelessly from her.

She giggled as she finally noticed her change, "Oh, that is a good question!" she said, pleased that someone had noticed her own preference.

Cyanea then turned her attention to Duo, who was batting playfully at the feather like a cat. His hair hung down his back with two plaits on either side of his head at each of his temples. His eyes had grown more violet than before and his skin was now a bronzed color. He wore scale armor that resembled that of a dragon and a necklace that was made of blackened teeth of a very old draco.

He looked as handsome as the first time she had seen him here. What she wouldn't give to have another chance to be by themselves again. Never had she felt so many emotions before in her life.

Finally, tearing her gaze from her lover, she looked at Montana who was staring intently at Anika and Duo, giggling like children as they played. She had changed as well, her hair turning a sea green and her skin a light blue that brought out the green of her eyes. She wore a filmy robe made of light greens, blues and purples. A belt of seashells held it to her tiny waist and jewelry made of sea horses and starfish lay on her wrist and neck in various colors.

She herself knew that she had once again taken on her form that could be compared to a wolf. This was her chosen spirit animal as the animals the others were compared to were for them.

She sighed, hoping that they were not making a mistake. She didn't know if she could bear if one of them died. There was also a chance that she could lose her powers, and she wasn't sure she could dope without them. They had pretty much become her life, ever since she was a child. After all, she had been raised to this religion.

The sound of a voice brought her attention back to the altar. "Are you prepared to face the first test?" a feminine alto voice spoke.

Turning her body in the direction of the sound, Cy found herself staring at a young red-haired woman standing in the place where the statue had been moments ago. The woman wore purple plate armor and held a long sword with a crystal ball adorning the top of the intricately carved hilt. Her blue eyes glowed in the torchlight with sparks of gold.

Cyanea quickly stepped forward to answer for the group, "We are prepared to take the test and willing to die for our cause."

Nodding, Cethany Prettyangel spoke, "I must warn you, though, that here is a high price to pay in the end if you are to gain the power you seek. Will you be willing to pay it no matter what it may be?" the woman asked.

"Of course, we realize that much will be asked of us and are willing to pay any price to save the innocent people of our world," Montana said. Nodding, Cethany continued, "You will start with the Test of Truth." With this said, she took her sword in both hands and raised it high in front of her with the blade pointing down. The crystal on the end began to glow an eerie purple and the room began to move in and out of focus. The red haired witch watched with interest as the walls wavered around her, then everything went black.

Cyanea found herself in a large stone room. On one side, she saw three tables. One was set up with a scrying bowl, vials of ingredients surrouding it. On the second one was a layout of tarot cards, all of the cards had been turned over except for the last one. The last table had a black shrouded object, which she assumed was a mirror.

Opposite of where she was standing stood three more tables. Cyanea's eyes widened as she realized that her friends were strapped to them with pendulums swinging ominously above them. She began to panic as she realized if she didn't do something soon, her friends would be chopped to pieces.

Looking around frantically for a way to cease the swinging blades, she heard the voice of Cethany Prettyangel echo throughout the chamber. "In order to save your friends, you must find and complete the spell that will stop the pendulums. If they trust you, you will succeed. If you do not trust yourself, you will fail."

Taking a deep, calming breath, the red haired witch quickly rushed over to the three tables containing the various divination tools. Studying each one separately, she began to investigate each ingredient, thinking of their uses in her mind. She was distracted by voices as her friends began to yell encouraging words to her.

Anika broke out into a cheer, "Cy! Cy! You're our girl! If you can't do it, I will hurl!"

Cyanea looked at her in disbelief, "Very encouraging, thank you," she said sarcastically.

"No problem," the overly cheerful witch replied. "Can you hurry up now?"

"Um, that would be a good idea," duo interjected. "In about five minutes you're gonna have one big mess to clean up...not that I don't have faith in you," he added.

"I'm on it!" she said as she turned her attention back to the main problem. Looking at the scrying bowl, she analyzed the ingredients. Four vials sat around the bronze bowl, their labels read kelp, mullein, sandalwood, and foxglove. Although the first three were considered used for protection, the last one was known to be poisonous. She quickly omitted this one as the correct spell.

Moving onto the tarot spread, she analyzed the cards. So far, the cards told of all of their experiences together. The last card, which still faced downward, would tell their fate. This seemed like the one, but she wanted to be absolutely sure.

Stepping over to the last one, she studied the black cloth carefully.

She knew that what lay underneath the draping had to be a scrying mirror, but it couldn't be right. To look into a mirror is to see yourself before others. She was doing this for her friends, not herself. This was definitely the wrong answer, which only left...

"Uh, Cy!" Montana said, "It's not that I don't trust you, but..."

"Whoa! I felt that one. Next time, It'll cut my clothes, and I don't want to know how much of me will be with them!" Duo said hurriedly.

She was running out of time, but her decision was made. "Don't worry, I got the answer," Cyanea said as she reached for the last tarot card. She flipped it over to reveal the picture of a black shrouded figure sitting on a stallion and brandishing a scythe menacingly. "The death card..."

***

"Come in!" the disembodied voice called from behind the door as Heero turned the knob and walked quietly into the room. He found Quatre sitting on his bed reading a book that he had found packed in his bag. The blond looked up as the messy haired boy shut the door.

"What is it, Heero?" the boy asked, surprise visibly written on his face. The Arabian had obviously never expected the coldest person of the group of friends to come and visit him.

"How are you?" he asked, his monotone revealing how much he didn't seem to care.

"Fine I suppose," was all he received in an answer.

Silence reigned throughout the room as Quatre looked at Heero expectantly, waiting for the reason he had come to see him. The Japanese boy didn't move or offer to lead the conversation. Finally, Quatre couldn't take the silence anymore and spoke up. "What is it you wanted?" he asked curiously.

After a few minutes, Heero finally revealed the reason he had come, "Do you remember anything yet?" he asked bluntly.

The smaller boy's face fell, "No," he said miserably. Heero nodded his understanding, regretting what he would have to do next.

***

"It's the death card," Cyanea repeated as she stared in awe at the small rectangle that lay carelessly on the bare wood of the table. Montana watched her as she looked up at her friends, her eyes widened with emotion. They watched the pendulums swing in slow motion back over the three with bated breath as they rose back into the ceiling by heavy chains.

"Alright! You did it, Cy!" Duo cheered excitedly as his arms and legs were released along with the others. Jumping off the table he ran over and embraced the witch as Montana helped an overexcited Anika off of her table. Walking over to the couple, the other two girls stared at them. Cyanea blushed a bit at the looks from her friends even as she began to return the hug, more than happily.

The group’s elation was interrupted quickly as the silky voice of the Lord and Lady's proxy spoke to them. "Congratulations, you were successful in the first test. You may now proceed to the second one. This is the Test of Fear, where you must face your worst fear. Each of you will take it separately...are you prepared?"

"We are," they all said as one, their confidence soaring after this first test.

"Very well, which one of you will begin," Cethany Prettyangel asked.

"I will," Duo volunteered with a big smile before Montana could open her mouth. "After all, how bad can my worst fear be?"

"As you wish, but heed my warning you must be able to face your fear and defeat it in the end. The others will be permitted to watch over your progress through this," the red haired woman said as she waved her hand. An intricately decorated silver bowl appeared in front of them, resting nonchalantly on a thin pedestal. "Good luck," the woman said as Montana watched Duo's form waver and then disappear.

Turning to look into the pool of water with the others, she saw the image of a dark city street. A lone braided figure stood in it, a confused look written on his handsome features.

***

Duo walked slowly down a darkened street. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten there, nor did he know where he was. Looking around, he discovered that he was walking down the sidewalk located in a small city. Lining the streets were various stores and restaurants advertising sales and specials in their dark windows. Sighing, he continued to walk, looking for a sign of where he was.

Suddenly, the sound of voices caught his attention. Listening carefully, he heard a pain filled scream echo through the night. Running in the direction of the sound, he came upon an alley with the sound of scuffling emanating from it. Turning down it, he stopped while taking in the scene before him.

Blood was everywhere, dripping from the walls and pooling on the concrete. Looking up as he followed the trail of blood, he found the body of Wufei pierced by a metal hook through his abdomen. Letting his eyes wonder back down, he focused on the bodies of Heero and Quatre, knife wounds covered their bodies and spilled their insides to the cold ground. Duo began to whimper, shaking like a lost child as his eyes continued to move, already knowing what would come next.

Trowa's body lay sprawled like a broken doll, his limbs turned at odd angles. "Trowa," he whispered as he sank down to his knees, unable to stand any longer. Almost as if he was answering to his name, the boy's head lolled to the side, his green eyes staring blankly at Duo. "No," the braided boy said as it all began to sink in.

He began to shiver more violently as a cold chill crept into the alley. Feeling a presence, he looked up slowly, unwilling to see the bodies of his friends again. His tear stained face was wracked with pain as his eyes fell on a black shrouded figure. His violet eyes fell on the cold metal of the scythe the figure held in its bony white hand. Cold seized his heart as he quaked at the feet of Death.

***

Chapter 17

Trowa had been sitting there for what seemed like hours, although it had only been 20 minutes. Relaxing against the trunk of a tree, he was slightly startled when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning in that direction, he watched as the figures continued to sit motionless, except...wait.

Duo was shaking almost imperceptibly, the pilot's movements becoming more and more violent. Worry filled the boy's green eyes, even as his face remained impassive. Jumping up, he rushed to his friend's side. Passing between the glowing candles, he felt a shock and a rush of power rose up in him. Realization dawned on him, he had weakened the protective circle and quickly moved to correct his mistake.

Sitting down beside Duo, he sent his power out as he had done for Cyanea, and fed it into the circle. As his eyes paled over, he noticed a silver glow surrounding all of them. Once he had strengthened the circle, he then focused his full attention to Duo.

The boy was shaking terribly and tears began to stream from his closed eyes. "Trowa," the male witch whispered.

Surprise crossed Trowa's face as he looked up, wondering what could be happening to Duo. There had to be a reason why he was so frightened, his emotion represented strongly on his face.

"No," the boy whimpered. Heavyarm's pilot looked on the boy with pity and concern. Finally, he came upon a course of action. Taking the boy's shaking hand, he began to send waves of comforting energy into the boy. A pale light surrounded the braided boy as Trowa's eyes glazed over with a pale blue once more. As Duo stopped shaking, Trowa eased his grip on the boy's hand, exhaustion overcoming him. Once he was sure that his friend would be all right, he gave into the darkness that fought to claim him.

***

Duo cowered before the figure, cringing as a high-pitched giggle eased out of the black clad figure. Evil tinged the very edge of the sound that should have been musical. The boy looked away, wishing that she would just go away. As he studied the pavement underneath him, he felt a change overcome him. He became calm, his tears drying up as he ceased shivering. Courage rushed through his body as his gaze once again raised to meet the eyes of the woman who had stole the souls of his friends.

Anger flashed through his violet orbs and Death's chill voice fell quiet. However, Death refused to be beaten by a look.

"I will have your soul too, Duo Maxwell," she said, ice dripping from her voice. "But, not yet. I want you to suffer with yet more deaths of those you loved. Those that you should have saved."

Duo's face hardened as he rose to be eye level with the apparition before him. He peered under the cowl of her robe, noting the paleness of her face. He began to speak, his voice strong and demanding. "Give them back their lives! Heal them and bring them back. You won't take any more of my friends!" he yelled as he took a menacing step forward.

The dark presence only laughed, "And what can you possibly do to me if I do not restore your friends?" she asked, completely amused at the fact that this boy had the courage to face her.

"If you don't bring them back, I'll stop fighting. Then what will you do to entertain yourself, without all of those souls to collect?"

The figure shrank back a bit. "You have no choice, you must fight to protect the innocents," she said, desperation tingeing her voice slightly.

"Why bother, all innocent people will die anyway. So why should I increase the body count for your entertainment? Or maybe I'll just kill myself. With me dead the death rate will go down," he said, confidence filling his voice and making it clear that he would carry out his threat.

"No! You can't kill yourself. I have plans for you," Death yelled, angered at the idea of ruining her plans.

"Well, then bring them back," the braided pilot said as he crossed his arms across his chest and took a stance.

Death sighed in resignation. "Very well," she said as she waved her hand in the air.

The wind picked up and Duo's skin began to tingle with the magic that was at work. The bodies in the back of the alley began to stir as the wounds healed and the souls once again took residence in their own bodies. The sound of bones popping back into place caused Duo to grit his teeth as he looked at Heero and Quatre who wore similar faces of confusion. The sound of metal grating on concrete was also heard as the hook that hung Wufei high above them retracted back into the wall. The Chinese boy's eyes widened as he was set free into the air, falling quickly to the ground and landing with a loud thud and groan.

"There, your wish is granted. Now I must take my leave of you, we will meet again though, Shinigami," she said as she moved gracefully away from him, her image becoming less solid as she walked.

"My suggestion to you is to stay away. After all, my threat still stands. If you try to use me or touch any of my friends again, I'll kill myself."

"We shall see, we shall see," was the last thing he heard her say as she disappeared in a cloud of mist.

***

The three girls stood, staring flabbergasted into the bowl as they watched Death disappear. All of them were wondering what the hell he meant by 'He would quit fighting'. They only hoped that it didn't mean he would quit fighting demons because they really needed his help. Unfortunately, it had to be it because they didn't know of anything else he could be fighting against.

Cyanea sighed as Duo reappeared next to her. She was glad that his test was over. In the beginning, she had almost been positive that he would fail. Any of them would have if faced with that image. All of them had been equally horrified, Anika had even cried for Trowa. She began to wonder why that was his worst fear. From what they had read of Duo's school file, nothing had ever occurred in his past to make him fear losing everyone he cared about to Death.

Smiling, she looked up at Duo and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. He nodded back and looked up at Anika and Montana. The sound of Cethany Prettyangel's voice once again filling the chamber.

"Congratulations, Duo. You have defeated your greatest fear. You have passed this test," Duo nodded his thanks to thin air, unsure of where exactly he should look. "Who is prepared to go next?"

Silence answered the question at first, all the girls were afraid after seeing what had happened to Duo. None of them could figure out how he had just gathered himself so quickly to face off Death so easily. Finally, Montana broke the silence, "I'll go next," the Indian girls said, her voice barely quaking as she spoke.

"Very well," Cethany said as Montana disappeared from the room.

***

Montana looked around to get her bearings straight. She was in her home in India as she recognized the library and its immense collection of books. She remembered clearly the many hours she had spent among the musty smelling books, reading of various adventures. She knew that she had read almost all of them.

Laughing giddily, she skipped around the room, completely out of character, but she didn't care, she was home. Maybe there was a book that she had not yet found. Perhaps a new one was added to the library and she hadn't got a chance to read it.

Coming to the end of one wall of books, Montana looked up only to see Quatre standing in the doorway. "Quatre!" she shrieked, as she ran over and glomped him.

At the attention, he roughly brushed her off of him and spoke, his voice cold, "What are you doing?"

Tears formed in her eyes as she realized that he didn't even remotely like her. "But I thought..." she trailed off, unable to finish lest the tears that were threatening to fall, did. And she would never cry for anyone, she had too much pride.

"I'm sorry, Montana," he muttered. "I never meant to hurt you."

"Well, it's too late for any of your pathetic apologies," she yelled back at him, getting more angry by the minute. "The damage has been done! You were the only one who understood me! The only one who knew the real me! Or at least that's what I thought, anyway."

"Then I guess you thought wrong," he said gently. Turning to go, he heard her whisper.

"You're not getting away so easily, Quatre Raberba Winner," she said, tears quickly forming n her eyes. Of all the things in the world, she had always refused to be affected so deeply by a boy or anyone. Yet here she was losing what pride she had in front of a boy who had never cared for her. The liquid flowed freely from her eyes, her will to be strong completely broken. She had to admit that facing her emotions was one of the hardest things she had ever done. But it was about to be proven worth it.

"You were supposed to understand!" she cried over and over. "You were...," she said as she hit his chest lightly with her fists, not wanting to hurt him even though she was extremely upset.

He just stood there, unable to move as the shock of seeing her show her emotions displayed itself on his face. She finally looked up into his pale blue eyes, "If you want to go, I'm not going to stop you, but I will never forget you. I have no right forcing you to love me, but I will always love you."

He stared at her, unable to speak for a moment. It was easy to tell that he had not expected this from her. "I...I never knew how you truly felt about me. You never showed me how much you loved me until now. I don't really want to leave you, because I still love you. But you must promise that you will always be open with your feelings from now on."

The tears started to run down her face faster, she had never been so happy. "I promise," she said. "By the way, I'm really happy right now. Is that what you wanted?" Quatre laughed, the sound of his voice like music.

"It's a start, but we'll have to work on it."

The two of them began to lean in for a kiss when suddenly Montana found herself back in the temple with her friends. The group began to laugh at her as they saw her standing there poised to kiss someone who wasn’t there. Opening her eyes, she began to glare defensively at everyone as she realized what she was doing.

Duo decided to save her some pride, "You did a great job. That's the most open I've ever seen you." She immediately blushed as she looked at the longhaired boy.

"Thanks, but don't expect me to let up on making fun of you. Just because I'm more open, doesn't mean that I have to be nice too."

Cethany Prettyangel spoke once more. "Who's next?" she asked, the four could tell that she was getting tired of the formalities. The shrugged it off figuring that a god could only take so much mortal babbling before they got annoyed.

Anika shrugged and stepped forward, "I'll go," she said in an overly cheerful voice. "After all, how bad can it be?" Finishing her last sentence, she quickly felt the effects of being transported to another place as the room wavered out of focus.

***

Anika blinked as she found herself standing in the middle of the quad at Streame High School. Completely dazed, she looked around her trying to figure out how she got there. Sighing, she began to mumble to herself, "Where am I? Who am I...wait I know that."

Rolling her eyes at herself, she spotted Cyanea, Montana and Duo coming her way and quickly waved at them to come over to her. When they didn't respond, she let out a disgusted noise and broke out in a light jog in their direction. "Hey, wait up!" she yelled at them as she continued to chase after her three friends.

Finally catching up to the, she lay a hand on Duo's shoulder to get his attention. "Duo! Cyanea, Montana! Why won't you pay attention to me?" she asked, hurt slowly finding its way into her voice.

Turning on her, Duo glared with fury on the young girl, "We don't want anything to do with you. We don't like you, so just go away!"

The Egyptian girl took a step back as a small whimper escaped her throat. Looking to Cy and Montana, she took an imploring step towards them. "Do you really hate me?" she asked, her voice wavering with fear for what their answer would be.

"Why wouldn't we? We don't want anything to do with a whore like you," Cyanea said as she stared at the dark haired girl with hate in her eyes.

Montana laughed, "After all, you're a stupid air head, ugly, and no one seems to like you," she said matter of factly, her voice filled with false sweetness. All three of them laughed as they turned and walked away, leaving a devastated Anika in their wake.

Tears started to stream down the tall girl's face as she stared after the three people who were suppose to be her best friends. "Why did I ever think that anyone could ever like a band geek like me?" she asked herself softly. Letting her grief take over her, she fell to the ground, her sobs wracking her body as she thought of all the time she had wasted with them.

***

Duo looked up to see the shocked faces of Cy and Montana as they gazed into the image in the bowl. He had to admit that they had a right to be shocked, after all, the three of them were just used against Anika to break her will to live completely. As he looked back into the still water, he saw her lithe form hunched on the ground, shaking with the force of her tears.

His head shot back up at the sound of soft words being spoken desperately to his right. Looking over, he found Montana muttering at the image of her friend, cheering her on. "Don't believe it, Anika! Don't believe it!" she kept repeating over and over again.

His eyes misted over at the show of true friendship and feeling. He only hoped that Anika realized that this was only the test and not the real world. More than ever, he wanted her to survive. He never knew that the cheery girl had layers and found it almost humorous, laughing in his mind in an attempt to lighten the mood and rid himself of the tears that were gathering in his eyes. He had to remember that boys don't cry.

"Don't cry," he ordered himself.

A hand snaked over to his and grasped it tightly. Looking at Cyanea on his other side, he gave her a weak smile in an attempt to reassure her that everything would be all right. Her gaze only flickered away at the eye contact, once again becoming lost in the terrifying image before them.

Letting his gaze return to the reflection of a very saddened Anika, he almost did a double take as he saw a blurry figure kneeling beside her. It almost looked like someone he knew, but he couldn't make them out.

***

Trowa found himself floating over top of the forest, not exactly sure how he had come to be flying. Soaring along, he heard loud sobs echoing throughout the trees, making it painfully obvious that something terrible was happening at this very moment. As the wailing cries continued, he felt his spirit self being pulled toward them. He didn't resist, somehow knowing that he needed to go there or something very bad would occur.

Rising up through the clouds, he found himself floating in front of a large temple. It seemed like the cries were coming from there. Drifting forward, he entered through the wood of the door and ended up standing on the quad of Streame High school. His brow furrowed as he looked around at the empty campus. It was never this empty. Just then his eyes focused on the shaking form of Anika as she sat on the ground weeping. In her hands, she held a sharp nail file above the vein in her left wrist. He could only watch as she slowly lowered it and broke her skin, biting her lip in pain as a small dot of blood welled up on her wrist.

Suddenly, he came back to himself, "NO!" he shouted as he ran to her side.

***

"They left me. Everyone left me!" she sobbed as she stared in a trance-like state at the speck of blood that colored her skin. Gathering her courage, she decided to end it all right here and now. Pressing the nail file deeper into her skin, she was about to slide it neatly down her vein only to stop when she thought she heard something.

Looking up, she searched her surroundings as the tears continued to stream down her face. Confusion creased her forehead as she found no evidence of anyone remotely near her. Sighing, she wrote it off as her mind playing tricks on her, hoping that someone would come and save her from herself. Shaking her head, she returned her attention back to her mutilated wrist.

Positioning the sharp edge of the nail file on her wrist once more, she was surprised as she heard the voice once again, but more clearly this time. Raising her head, she thought she saw the pale image of Trowa in front of her. "Don't do this," he said in her mind. "Don't leave me. I still care for you too much to lose you."

Sniffling a bit, she responded, "But they don't like me anymore. How can you? They said that I'm stupid, ugly, and that nobody likes me."

"That's not true," Trowa insisted as he raised his translucent hand up to touch her face. "You are one of the smartest people I know. After all, who else could possibly keep my attention as well as you do? And you're the most beautiful creature I have ever met," he continued.

Anika's face immediately scrunched up in a look of distaste. "Bleeeeggghhh," she said as she stared up at him.

He only smiled slightly, "And, I will always like you no matter what anyone else thinks of you."

"Really?" she asked, her voice full of hope and longing.

"Always," he said quietly as he leaned in to her ear. He brushed a light kiss along her cheek before he rose once more. "I have to go now, I am too weak to stay any longer," he said as his form completely disappeared.

Anika watched as he left her, "Trowa?" she called to thin air. When no answer came, her face hardened. "I will not let anyone do this to me again. As long as I have Trowa, I have every reason to live."

Raising to her feet, she shouted to the world, "I'm smart, I'm pretty and gosh darn it, people like me!"

Almost as an answer to her words, the world began to tilt and waver as she once again found herself back in the temple with her friends. They all immediately crowded around her and hugged her tightly.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, Anika!" Montana shouted at her as she held on to her, practically crushing the breath from her lungs. Duo pulled the three girls's in his arms, comforting them as they continued to whisper to each other.

"You were very brave, Anika," the voice of Cethany Prettyangel rang throughout the room. "Cyanea, you are the only one left. Are you prepared to face your greatest fear?"

Cyanea stepped away from the others and nodded, her expression one of determination. "I'm ready. Let's do this and get it over with," she said. Looking at her friends and catching Duo's eye, Cyanea disappeared to face her test. Anika sighed, wishing her the best of luck.

***

Kerri woke with a start as the sound of someone gasping for breath reached her ears. Looking up slowly, she peaked between the branches of the bush she was concealed behind to see Trowa Barton sitting beside Duo and struggling to catch his breath.

She had no idea what just happened and could only wonder how he had snuck past her since she had known exactly where he had been.

Narrowing her eyes, she continued to stare at the boy as he looked around himself curiously. She could care less about his well being as long as she got everything on tape. The head cheerleader was going to get rid of those troublesome girls once and for all. It was just unfortunate that Duo was also involved in this. She had high hopes of replacing her old boyfriend with him. But plans change with time.