Acheivements are worth nothing to me, Tag Maggie

[Karlsen Westby]

Here Karl was in the Acheivement room. Why did he even come here? This place was filled with trophies that was awarded to the school or people. Whichever he didn't care. Trophies were ugly and bad if they weren't made for him. If his mother was here she would say everything is bad and ugly if it isn't made for you Karl. In her little pinchy voice that got on his nerve over and over again. On the other hand his father understood him.

The room was dim as the lights didn't light the whole room properly. He loved this place for this reason and probably because no student ever came here. This way he could look and study all of these trophies. So he could learn more about them. It was one of his secret passions; knowing what someone did to earn them a trophy that he didn't get. That way he knew what to do.

Some people would think of him as a guy who only cared about himself and they were right. When your 16 it wasn't the time to think about everyone else. Once you get old thats when you care about other people. Get married, get laid, have boring kids and live a boring life. On the other hand when you were young; no need to get married. You can get laid as much as you want without caring if the girls get pregnant. If she does do like she never existed and be a free man. This was where her mother hated him for. Not that he cared; she loved that young brother of his. Who she had to change her dirty diapers; get peed on and have to make him stop crying every two minutes.

Crouching down so he was only supporting himself on the front part of his toes. He never believed that so many awards were given and everytime he came back there seemed to be a new one.

[Margret Doyle]

Marget creeped into the achievments room silently peeking around for people. No ever really came into this room, but she had to make sure. Spotting no one in her visinity she leaned against a wall and slid down to the floor, putting her head in her hands. She did not realize she was crying until she felt a huge sob coming up her throat. There no one in the room, or so she thought, so she let the loud cry escape her red lips.

What the hell was the matter with her? She had seen Edward with other girls before, but this girl was different for some reason. It was weird... The new girl looked jsut like her! Maggie gasped in realization, and continued to cry. She stopped moments later, seething with anger, "So he thinks he can just shag me and dump me for a bigger chested look alike?" she thought bitterly, "Well, I'll get him back for what he did to me!"

Grabbing her purse off the floor she headed for the Quititch trophy case and smashed the shiny glass with a few swift kick of her stileto heeled feet. Looking frantically at all the large tropheys Maggie took all of Edward's seeking tropheys and smashed them to bits. Turning round examinig the mess she smiled to herself sadly, she was going completly mad! And boy, was trouble coming!

[Karlsen Westby]

Karls' own bubble of loneliness and protection went away when he heard a sob in one of the corner of the room. Before he could find where exactly the sob was coming from he heard a smashing noise of glass shattering. Karl wasn't sure what was happening. He didn't dare move, if the person had broken the glass like this then it meant he hadn't been seen but he couldn't let that person continue.

Taking one of his most courage and hard voice. He opened his lips to speak.

"Excuse me but what is happening?"

He didn't like the people who got awards but it didn't mean that people could just come in and break the glasses then break the trophies or atleast something around that storyline. He wasn't even sure of what was exactly happening. A minute he heard sobbing then the next he heard glass shattering. This wasn't normal; this school wasn't normal. After five years here, starting his sixth he would have to know this fact.

[Margret Doyle]

Maggie dashed for the door leading out of the large room instantly upon hearing a voice adress the loud crashing noises she made. "Shit!" she exclaimed in her head, "Why the hell did i do that?!" Now if only she could find that door. Footsteps were echoing all around the room, making Maggie's heart beat faster and faster. What if it was a teacher? Or a prefect? "Shit!" she exclaimed again, this time outloud. Weaving through the maze of display cases she got to a door on the far side of the room. Grabbing the shiny gold handle, she tried opening it. Nothing! It was locked!

Doubling back to where she started at the quititch display case, she bumped into a tall boy about her age. Was this the person who was talking before? "Ahh... sorry bout that mate." Maggie adressed the boy, patting his chest when he wouldn't realease his grip on her, "Can't believe this mess eh?"

[Karlsen Westby]

His heart was beating a little bit faster than normally. For some quite convincing reasons though. Who wouldn't be wondering what was happening around them. He heard glass shattering, sobs then the word shit being said and all of this he didn't know from where exactly it was coming from or who was saying it.

Turning around on himself to try and calm himself down a bit. Turning once again on himself this time though a girl landed in his arms. His hands thightening around her arms. Taking a few deep breaths in. He could see her blue eyes; they weren't like anything he had seen before. Hers were literally blue in a good way. The way the light landed on her face made her look beautiful. He didn't know if she really was though.

"Did you make that noise?"

He wasn't sure if he should asked her. Maybe she would go crazy on him, though if he wanted he could use his powers. Wait no why was he even thinking about using his powers. This wasn't a life risking moment.

[Margret Doyle]

"When you say 'Did you make that noise?' " Maggie started, answering the boy's pending question with another, "would it be a bad thing if i said yes...?" She tryed wiggling out of his grip with no such luck.

"Oh bollucks..look at the time.." she said trying to get out of his grip once again, "I'm late for...detention. Better not keep Professor Badras waiting..." She only prayed that this boy was a complete tosser and not realize what the hour, it currently being ten thirty. The boy said something, but she didn't hear properly, so she tried stepping on his foot to make his grip easier to slip out of. "So yeah. let me go."

[Karlsen Westby]

Karl wasn't going to hold any longer. She seemed to hate being touched especially by him. He brought his arms to his side as he looked at the girl.

"Its not a bad thing except if you want to break everything here. If you have the intention of doing this then let me know. This way I can leave and not get in trouble"

She seemed hot but he wasn't going to get in problems and risk losing points to his house for her. His intentions was to be in the winning house and not in the losing one. Who loved being a loser? Losers were humiliated everyday and they never got any respect from people. Yes they were in the center of the spotlight for a few days but after that they would be lost in the hallways of this school. This was not going to happen to Karl. He never was the second best or a loser. He always was the best no matter what. Nobody was going to stop him. Nobody. No matter how old they are, popular, good looking or high ranked.

[Margret Doyle]

"Now why would I break everything in here?" she asked coolly, "That would be utterly unessecary when I have already done what I have needed to do?" she held up the bottom of one of Edward's tropheys. "You know him?" she asked when a spark of recognition came to his face.

"Mhmm. Thought so. You looked familiar. You a friend?" She asked and then added darkly, "Or and enemy?"

[Karlsen Westby]

Karl looked down at the trophy trying to remember who it was. Edward? Probably that Edward kid who played Quidditch. The person that all the girls wanted or something. Either way if he got a trophy then he wasn't his friend.

"He doesn't ring a bell; though let me tell you. If he won a trophy he isn't my friend"

Nobody who got a trophy was his friend. All of his friend were inferior to him. Never would they be superior. This was not a thing that could have exceptions. No exceptions in him being the best. Only one number 1 existed in life and that would be him.

He continued looking at the girl in front of him. His eyes focusing on hers. His breathing at a normal rate. His face had no expressions on it. This place was the best place he could use his powers. Rarely were people here; the dim light made this place even more creepy. So mixing his power with this place would make an extremely horrible place to be at that time.

[Margret Doyle]

Maggie stared him down for a second or two and looked away. "Not a friend eh?" she asked intrigued, "You seem like a kind of guy he'd hang around." She smirked as she insulted him, wondering if he'd get it. "So have you got any trophies in here?"

Walking past the smashed quitich case, and the acemdemic cases for potions (which her various trophies were), flying, and transfiguration she waiting for him to tell her to stop.

[Karlsen Westby]

Was she trying to make him mad? If she was then it was working. Never would he hang out with someone who won a trophy meaning he was better than him. This was an outrage to him and would be a dissapointment to his father. Never would he accept that.

"Well maybe he would hang out with me but I wouldn't. I don't hang out with these ignorant pricks who win trophies then think there better than me. I am as superior as they are. Nobody is better than I am and no I don't have any of these cheap trophies. Either way why would I want to have one of these if people like you break them?"

He was quite pumped. His heart beating a little bit faster than normally. He didn't know if she would remark his change in facial expression and his breathing which was faster and louder than normal.

[Margret Doyle]

"Hmmm." Maggie muttered incoherantly, "People like me eh? Now what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" She loathed when people said that to her! 'People like you' never meant anything possitive.

"HA!" she remarked coldly, "What makes you think you are so superior to me?" Maggie whipped around to face him, pointing a finger inches away from his nose, "I think you are the one who is an ignorant prick."She noticed his breathing pattern pick up, and his face contort in anger.

"OH! And not only ignorant! You are the most self-absorbed, arrogant, sexist, imature infant I have ever met in my entirelife!" Maggie spat in disgust, "I've had it with people like you." She glared at him, her peircing blue eyes seeing right threw him, interested to see how he would react.

[Karlsen Westby]

This wasn't going to happen; not here. It couldn't be. His mind was playing games on him. No he was not going to use his power. This wasn't a life risking moment. This would be deadly towards him. His anger was getting control of him more than anything. His brain wasn't thinking straight. Neither was hers.

"How dare you call me a sexist! I never did anything sexist. I am superior to you because I DON'T LIE! I don't call people things they aren't but you seem good at doing that calling people anything your brain can think of. You should watch your words before speaking."

Talking kept his mind off of the idea of using his power. He wasn't going to use his power on her. she seemed so gentle and she didn't start this mess. Well she did by saying he hanged out with pricks.

[Margret Doyle]

She had, had it with this jerk! Maggie glared at him again, "DON'T LIE! NOW THAT WAS THE LIE OF ALL LIES! LOOK AT YOURSELF!" she yelled, her shrill voice bouncing off the walls, "YOU HAVE LIKE A WHOLE FACADE GOING! YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE! HA! NO! YOU'RE EXACTLY.THE.SAME!

Trying to keep control of herself Maggie stopped talking as soon as she finished her ranting. This had gone WAY to far! She sensed that she was now in humungous trouble and started backing up. But it was useless, she just backed up to a wall, glass cases on either sides, she was trapped. Maggie closed her eyes, awaiting an onslaught of terror.

[Karlsen Westby]

This couldn't be happening. His anger was taking control of him. It never was actually any good and he didn't want her to learn about his powers the hard way. This wasn't good at all. All he could wish for was a moment of disruption. Be a teacher coming in and seeing what was happening. Something but nothing came. Nothing would come. Only his madness in his head was breaking loose. Once it would take total control it would be too late to hold his powers back. As hard as he tried he couldn't hold on to it anymore.

Turning around to look away from this girl. His legs trembling like never before. His whole body was reacting to the battle that was happening inside of his brain. He couldn't bare it anymore. Falling to his knees before closing his eyes. His breathing was difficult. The urge to scream was inside of him but to his surprise he was able to hold it back. Though for how long he didn't know.

This was it. It had hit the summit.

"I'm sorry please forgive me..."

These words he hoped she would hear before she fell to his powers. His brain went loose seeing his father in front of him. He knew at that moment that his power was on go. His ears blocking all outside noises. He couldn't hear anything that was happening around him; he wasn't in the trophy room anymore. Instead he was on the side-walk. He was now in the middle of a room. People all around him; though none paid attention to him. It was like if he was invisible. This was one of his fear. Being rejected by everyone. There in the corner stood his father in total embarrasement and dissapointement in his face while he was looking at his son in the middle of the room. Lost in the crowd; the invisible boy.

Even if Karl couldn't feel it. His body was in a kind of bubble. His head stuck to his knees with his hand over him. He didn't know how the girl was reacting too it. If she wasn't reacting to it; then it meant his powers were affecting someone else somewhere close by. Though the probability of it happening were slim. He could only control his power at people close by and at the moment the only person he knew who was close enough was the girl.

He was sorry for her; he didn't want this to happen. He ad tried his best to cool himself down but it hadn't worked.

[Margret Doyle]

Maggie felt a surge of unwanted energy being forced into her body. She shuddered at the feeling, curling up into a ball. She heard the boy speak, it was almost incoherent, but she heard it.

"I'm sorry please forgive me..." By then she had a feeling that this was it for her. The only thing she could think of now was, doom. If he had feared his own powers so, Maggie knew that something horrible was in store for her.

She heard the boy fall to the ground, trying so hard to keep something inside of him, trying so hard, not to unleash these powers. But failed. Maggie felt the strangest sensation, as if her head was going to explode, and then it stopped.

She opened her eyes to see tha she was no longer in the acheivments room, but actually in the dark forest. Taking a few steps further into the vast wasteland of rotting trees, and unearthly creatures, she saw the sillhouette of a body lying in the dirt. It wasn't moving. She ran to it and turned it onto it's back, It was Professor Badras! "NOOOOO!" Maggie cried in pain, "NO THIS CAN'T BE! WHO DID THIS! SHOW YOURSELF!"

As swiftly as that nightmare began, it went. She was back in the acheivements room, with no boy in sight. She sighed in releif and walked through the maze of display cases, and heard hte oddest noise.... it was almost likke slurping. Maggie peered over the corner of a wall and saw the most horrific sight! It was SHANE and EDWARD! KISSING!" Maggie felt as if she were going to throw up. How could her best friend do that to her? Kiss her swarn enemy? Defy her? And to think she thought Shane was on her side, but no. She crumpled to the floor in a heap, bawling. This could not be happening. "STOP!" she screamed in terror, "STOP!"

This was the first time in over 5 years that Maggie had unleashed her power. All she had to do was command someone to stop what hey were doing, and they did.
She yelled again "STOP!" After the third command everything WHOOSHED back into focus. She was back in the dead end she was before the illusions started. The boy was there too.

[Karlsen Westby]

Why was this happening too him? Why had he walked in the trophy room? Even if he was seeing hallucinations compared to his victims he still could keep a right mind or atleast try too. This was coming too an end he had to stop this. As soon as he said this a voice came into his mind screaming stop. His eyes opened slowly to reveal himself on his knees. He was back to the trophy room. Not in a hallucination instead he was there for real. His powers had stopped.

His heart beat was slowing down from all the adrenaline it had lived through. His breathing loud enough for everyone to hear. Though even if he wasn't fully rested a surge of anger came into him. Not the bad type who would unleash his power again this time one he could control.

"WHY! Why did you have to do this! Why did you have to do your little drama queen act?! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! I HOPE YOU LOVED LOOKING AT YOUR FEARS! HOPED YOUR HEART WAS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!"

His breathing still loud. Taking huge breath trying to calm himself down. Closing his eyes and putting his head onto his knees again. Not even daring to turn around and look at the girl.

[Margret Doyle]

That was the final straw. Maggie's temper was on the verge of boiling over. He had done the most unspeakible thing besides actual murder! What kind of power was that? To show someone their worst fears! PA-THE-TIC! He started to yell at her again.

"WHY! Why did you have to do this! Why did you have to do your little drama queen act?! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! I HOPE YOU LOVED LOOKING AT YOUR FEARS! HOPED YOUR HEART WAS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!"

"As I said before," She started, angry tears escaping from her eyes, "You ignorant little infant!" Maggie let her powers flow from her like a gushing waterfall, they filled the entire room drowing the boy in it. "Now, you listen to me." she told him in an ice calm, "You will NEVER let you powers get the best of you! You will never! Only use hese powers if you are in great danger, not to show some inoccent girl who's boss!" The strength of her commands sent the boy to his knees, "Get up. It's over. It's sooo over." Maggie ran like hell from that deadend, over the peices of broken glass, and twisted metal, to the door she came through. And she waited, waited for a sign that it was okay to go. A sig nthat told her the boy was alright.

[Karlsen Westby]

Who was she to give him orders. This was not going to end like this. This was the end of him leaving his powers to the use of only in life danger. Against her he would use it to make her pay. Make her pay for this night; make her pay for her ignorance; make her pay for her lies and most of all make her pay for using her powers to manipulate him.

He was going to get revenge against her. No matter what it took him. To hurt her the most he would need to do something he never though he would do. That was to become her friend. Get her trust then hit her at the worst moment ever. The moment where she would be vulnerable. Till that time came where he would be strong enough and where she would be vulnerable. He was going to act friendly towards her.

His revenge he would get it. Never was he humiliated like this. Never would this girl get the superiority over him.

"Its not finished..."

His voice too quiet for anybody to hear properly what he said. Getting up on his two feet. His eyes glaring towards the girl. Filled with anger and sadness. He had lived the worst night ever. Nobody had made him live hell before. He needed to regain the right to walk around calling himself a Westby.

This post has been edited by Karlsen Westby on Aug 8 2008, 02:47 AM