Tension fizzled and popped, the silence between the two proud women coming to a crescendo as both Marianne and
Everleigh stared straight into the other’s eyes. Everleigh had read once that felines were ambush predators, and the best way to protect yourself from their sharp claws and teeth was to stare them straight in their eyes. For each dragging second, the only thing Everleigh saw was blue
iris of the proctor she hated most.
Proctor Palahniuk, unaware of the game that the two were playing, cleared his throat once. Neither looked away and so he did it again, shifting a bit in his seat and picking up the papers he had previously been looking at.
“Just explain why,” he began after a second or two more of unbearable silence. Everleigh broke eye contact, looking down at her hands as she made sure to be careful with her thoughts.
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I’ve been punished severely: beaten, humiliated, shamed, defiled, brutalized— you think I care if I thought about making your son eat shit? How’d I get that idea? Who gave me that thought? Who starved me for years, who shoved my head into shit, piss, fucking rotting animal guts and FORCED me to EAT—“
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That’s enough. You don’t need to remind me,” Proctor Marianne interjected with a wave of her hand as if there was a bad smell in the air. “
Instead you should be thanking me. You took down Proctor Malaneaux. Everything I did to you made you stronger, I am the one who ensured you have a future as a second-level, maybe even a first. I made you: my perfect prized fighter. You don’t need anyone but yourself.”
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But that’s the thing.” Everleigh wasn’t sure if Marianne was complimenting her or complimenting herself, but the words of praise dimmed immensely. “
I’ve always had to be on my own, because when I was with others I was just an accessory. Poison for their weapons, nothing more. In War Games, I was certain that my teammates would just want me to take a supporting role, maybe a distraction.” She thought back to Zael, but also Sieglilly. She could remember the smell of burning human flesh.
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I went to Zael’s side because there’s no two people I believe in more. No two people can take on the world like Zael and I can. No two people are stronger, smarter, more capable than us— together.”
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You believe that.” Marianne said, a statement.
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With every fiber of my being.” Everleigh agreed. “
I won’t let Zael die, as long as I’m there I’ll make sure he’s safe…. My only regret yesterday was not joining his side sooner. I’ll never let my inaction hurt Zael again.” She could tell by the glint in the blonde’s eyes that she was thinking, debating over Everleigh’s spoken answer and the secret ones deep in her mind. A minute passed, exactly sixty seconds before Marianne spoke again.
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We’ve lost a lot of proctors, could even lose more. Seeing as Proctor Malaneaux is dead, due to you, and also considering I will be going on maternity leave in seven months, I have a proposition.” Everleigh raised a dark brow. A proposition? “
The academy needs proctor’s, and while you’re still quite green on teaching, I think under my name you could be a substitute.”
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Substitute? For a proctor? For a day?”
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Think of it more as… for a whole year. A resident substitute. You’ll live here, teaching alongside me, and I’m sure you’ll have to go on a few missions overseeing the younger classes— maybe even some solo missions on your own or with other dreadlords. The details are a bit hazy, nothing has officially been decided but both Proctor Palahniuk and I will put in your name. The chances of you being chosen are quite high.”
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Okay, but I was hoping to go into the guard and maybe…”
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Go North? With Zael?” Marianne smiled a knowing smile. “
You’ll still be in the guard. Just not with Zael. He doesn’t really have the aptitude for teaching, the last thing we need is a dozen or more kids like him running amok Academy grounds. Once you start teaching you’ll agree with that statement, I’m sure.” Everleigh looked at Proctor Palahniuk, then back at Marianne. “
We’re serious, Evie. We want you here, and others will agree once we tell your answer. Right now, teamwork is all the rage.”
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Do I need to respond now?” Everleigh asked, thinking of Zael. The plan that she had quite forcefully set before them even though he had never outright agreed to it. Mostly because she had never outright said it to Zael, never outright asked him. She never minded walking two steps behind him, because then it seemed like it was by chance that she was there. But directly asking him was like directly asking to be by his side, and that was something she still couldn’t do.
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How about… you give us an answer this time tomorrow. If it’s yes, I want to start preparing you for a couple of, well, I guess we can call them upgrades. If not, you’ll need to start packing. Think it over. Consider what you want, but Evie, maybe also consider what is needed of you— and who needs you more.” Everleigh nodded her head once.
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May I leave?”
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Sure.” Everleigh stood up, turned around and began walking to the door. When her hand touched the handle, Marianne spoke up again. “
If you’re off to see Zael, maybe stop by the kitchen and grab an apple. Broth, rice, apples and tea when someone is recovering, alright?” The poison eater nodded her head, glad that the proctors couldn’t see her flush. Kress, hiding her thoughts would be such a pain once again.