Hello people, Horrornon here again I promised you a overly sweet E5, so here it goes.
>That's it? She torments me and Olivia and that's all she gets? A slap on the wrist? >Mia happily steps out of the office, almost skipping her way out >Scaler opens her mouth to speak, but I speak up first >"Excuse me, Mrs Scaler, can I have a moment to talk with Ben?" >Ben looks to me, his already weakened heart won't resist the stress. >'Oh, very well, I was about to let you both go anyway.' >I escort the blue para out of the principal's office, putting my hand on his shoulder. >"Ben, why do all of this?" >'I...I have no-' >"Ben, please, answer my question, why do you let Mia walk all over you?" >'...it's...complicated.' >I can feel Ben's concern through his expression, I can't leave him like this. >"Ben, Mia is using you, she's wringing you for all of your worth, and she'll discard you when you can't offer that anymore." >The blue para is silent. >"Whatever that's tying you to her isn't going to go away, whatever it may be, you can't outlast it, but you can stop it." >Ben looks up at me, a wave of emotions flowing through his mind. >'You don't know what it's like, having a secret that could destroy somebody.' >My mind flashes to that rainy day, and what Olivia had done to the contest. >"I do Ben, and it will corrode you from the inside the longer you keep it like that." >'...Alright...' >"Listen, it's been a tough day, go home, rest, and think, with Iadakan's death and this, you need a moment of reflection." >'I do...Thank you, Inco' >I give the para a pat on the shoulder, and a reassuring smile. >He leaves, and I pray that I gave him the right words.
>>67909734 >We're running late. >It's already 9:20, and we haven't reached the train station yet. >My phone buzzes, it's...Ben? >'Inco, where are you?' >"I was out with Olivia." >I think about giving more details, but it's unnecessary, I can barely think straight while I dash, grasping the wheelchair handles >'The speech starts at 9:40, you need to be here, fast.' >Fuck, we won't make it... >'Inco, send me your location.' >"What? Why?" >'Just do it!' >I concede to his request. >As we make our way over, a taxi almost runs us over, sliding to our side. >Wait a minute, I recognize that driver... >'Heyo love birds, a lil birdie told me you two needed a ride!' >It's that raptor groom, from the wedding! >'YOU KNOW HIM???' Olivia asks, and I simply smile at her. >I quickly collapse her wheelchair, and shove myself in the backseat. >'Its gonna be a bumpy ride, so hold on!' >The raptor is swerving around like crazy, dodging cars left and right >Damn, he's a good driver. >We finally arrive at the formal >9:35 >We're on time, barely.
>>67909918 >I rush myself and Olivia inside, the crowd is murming and chatting, ready for the eulogy to commence. >I help her to the backstage, together with the others. >"Olivia, do you need-" >'No...Inco, I...I can do this.' >She's full of uncertainty, but... >She's grown so much these past few days, from a wreck in a shell to a budding rose >I trust her. >I give her a peck on the lips, and a confident smile. >I throw in a thumbs up as I leave, for good measure. >The crowd is getting impatient, but I manage to find Liz and Damien >'Wow, you actually managed to get here in time!' says the spino-dilo >"We had help... have you seen Ben around?" >'Uh...lemme check.' >Liz moves around like a submarine telescope, before returning to her natural pose >'He's over by the art mural.' >"Thank you, Liz." >I dash through the crowd, the first speaker already on stage >With haste, I manage to reach the art exhibit. >Ben's there, looking at Olivia's masterpiece. >'Oh...hey Inco.' >"Ben." >I approach, simply admiring the work together. >"You gave any thought to what I said before?" >'...Yeah...' >He looks to the side, avoiding my gaze >'Me and Mia aren't a thing anymore.' >"Good, where is she now?" >'Outside, I think, if she hasn't left for another state yet.' >"Ben, what you did required immense strength." >Then, I notice >His glasses are held on by ductape, and his nose has freckles of dried blood. >"Did she..." >'Yes.' >"Prepare yourself for your speech." >I give Ben a pat on the back, as I leave through the backdoor, seeing the red punk, sitting on a protruding piece of the floor, staring at nothing.
>>67910204 >Doesn't take long for her to notice I'm there. >'What the hell do you want, baldie? Give me on good reason not to rip out your jugular.' >The venom in her tone is quite clear. >"Don't have one." >I sit by her, a few steps apart for good measure. >There is a bit of snow on her shoulder already. >'Just get the fuck out of here, I don't need your sympathy or moral high ground.' >"I'm not here to give you any." >She looks at me, eyebrow raised >'The fuck are you here for, then? To revel in my misery?' >I shake my head >"No, I came here to say something." >'Then say it already, I don't have any more patience left over.' >"I forgive you." >'What...?' >I don't break my gaze, and repeat myself, firmly >"I forgive you." >'What, you Raptor Jesus now? I don't need your forgiveness.' >"I know you don't, so let me give you something else, a piece of my mind." >I lean forward, grasping my hands together >"You're not evil, Mia, but you're not a good person." >'Shocker.' >"If you stopped being so sarcastic, maybe you could learn something." >She gives a ironic smile >'Alright, Iadakan 2.0, shoot.' >"Ben loved you, in one way or another, and whatever you held against him tore him to shreds." >"And yet, he still stuck by your side." >'His fault for being stupid.' >Her dismissive tone, it ticks me off, I slightly raise my voice. >"Mia, look around you, there's nothing left." >'Good, I was leaving anyway.' >"Then leave in peace, don't hurt the only person who held onto you." >Silence... contemplation. >'Fuck...fine.' >A tinge of yellow is thrown at me, I barely manage to grasp it >A pill bottle, anti-psychotics. >Mia doesn't say a word, she just leaves...
>>67910435 >I go back inside, dusting off the snow from my jacket. >The mic picks up, and a familiar voice comes on >It's Olivia. >I rush over, so I can hear her speech. >She gives her speech, about the fire that Iadakan held, that burning passion for art, that he transmitted through his compassion and love for not only his work, but his students. >Olivia displays her heart bare, about how deeply the ptero had affected not only her life, but Volcadera as a whole. >She can't help but cry, but she's smiling, that weight being lifted off her shoulders. >I can't help but shed a year myself. >The crowd errupts in praise, as Olivia wheels herself from off the stage. >I go and meet her, giving her the tightest hug I can manage. >She's crying, giggling, it's a mess, but a beautiful one. >Next one in line is Ben... >'Trent Iadakan, a name I will never forget, he-' >Ben takes a deep sigh, looking at the cheat-sheet in his hand. >He crumbles the paper, tossing it aside. >'Iadakan was someone that no pre-written note could do justice, he believed in us when we didn't believe yourselves, he picked us up when we fell.' >Ben's getting a little misty eyed. >'Although he may be gone, we will always remember him, not only as a teacher...but as a friend, a mentor, and found family.' >The crowd errupts all the same, and Ben steps off, being greeted by us. >'Hi Olivia.' >'Hi...' >They exchange glares, I give him a knowing look. >'I'm sorry for... everything, what I've done to you in the past...I...' >'I forgive you, Ben.' >The para has been growing through a tough day, he just deflates. >'Thank you...I'm way too tired to talk today...can we catch up some other time?' >'I'd like to take it slow...but...I accept.' >Ben offers his hand, and Olivia shakes it. >The hatchet is buried, as Ben walks beside me, I nudge him, showing him the bottle. >His eyes widen, with quivering lips. >No words, he just accepts the bottle. >I smile, as I hear the slow music begin. Cont.
>>67910759 >"You ready to end the night, Olivia?" >'Yeah...Yeah, I am.' >She dusts off the droplets from her eyes, as I take her to the middle of the crowd. >No words will ever describe what I felt when she pushed herself up with her tail. >That memory, that moment, even if it lasted no more than minutes, will be with me until the day I no longer breathe. >The smiles, the laughter, the emotion. >Heart thumping, threatening to explode from the overdose of serotonin. >It was the best night of my life.
Fin, I hope you all enjoyed this heart-attack of a E3 + E4 idea.