*set met_jason true
There have been countless instances where my life counted on my ability to outmaneuver and trick stronger opponents. When you're a child barely into adolescence, it's a safe bet that you're not going to be able to out fight trained soldiers. Even with my skills, one man in combat gear was typically enough to be a threat to me if I didn't play it sneaky and abuse weak points. With training like that, I quickly learned how to outwit stronger opponents.

I turned a corner and saw a narrow hallways with multiple classrooms. A few of them had classes going on, but the rest seemed empty for lunch.

I had about ten seconds before my pursuer would reach my location, so I went to one such darkened and empty room and pushed open the door, making certain that the action was audible enough to be heard down the hall, and left it open while I ducked inside.

Only a few moments pass before I hear his footsteps descending through the hall. Heavy, strong, yet relaxed. He isn't hurried or hesitant, but is instead acting as if this were routine and not taking the situation very seriously. His lack of care makes it easier to trace his position, and it quickly becomes evident that he's taking the bait and heading toward the darkened room where I've laid my trap.

He's analyzing the room as soon as he enters, searching for any discrepancy. But luckily for me, he doesn't appear to know about checking corners. When he steps into the room I'm already behind him, and in the perfect position to reach around his neck, kick his legs out from under him, and place him into a strangling position.

Now that he's entirely at my mercy, I'm presented with a choice. Killing him is off the table, as any bloodshed on my part, especially a student, is likely to place me in a black box to starve out the rest of my days. That doesn't mean I can't incapacitate him and move on. Alternatively, it would probably be useful to know who he is and why he was following me in the first place.
*choice
	#Incapacitate him
		I adjust my grip so that I begin pinching down on the sides of the neck, blocking the flow of blood to his brain. A much more efficient strategy than simple strangulation. He ceases all forms of struggle after five seconds. I hold for exactly two seconds after that to ensure he's really unconscious. No longer after that, to prevent any permanent brain damage.

		After I release him, he falls limply onto the floor. A rather anti-climatic ending, considering how much panic he caused for me. I could call the office to pick him up and figure out what he was doing, but then I would likely be on the receiving end of a lecture for utilizing my skills against a student. It may even cause me to miss lunch.

		I'm not exactly unused to being forced by circumstance to skip meals, but it's precisely because of that I take great pains to eat whenever the option is available to me. Food is a precious luxury to have, one that shouldn't be wasted.

		Now that my mind is on food, I don't see any reason to remain in this area any longer. The threat has been neutralized and there is no longer any obstacle standing between me and the lunchroom. After coming to this realization, I promptly turn around, walk out the door, and go on my way.
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		*goto_scene 1-9lunch-1
	#Interrogate him
		*set interrogatebully true
		*set jasonrelationship "Wary"
		I quickly release my grip on his airway, only to smash his head against the nearest wooden desk. There's a spray of blood, but not an alarming amount and he appears to be conscious, though I've succeeded in my goal of severely disorienting him for the next few hours.

		I take a moment to observe my surroundings. Looking around the room, I see a locked glass case with bottles of chemicals in it. I recognize several of the labels from my experience with poisons,  bombs, and combat drugs. In an organization always dealing with supply shortages, one learned to get resourceful.

		The teacher probably had the chemicals locked up to prevent students from getting into them and blowing themselves up. Though glass containers are really only token security unless they're made of strong stuff. All the locked glass is there to do is tell students that they aren't authorized to have that stuff. For a student that doesn't particularly mind this, all they really need to do is hit really hard.

		I hear sounds of struggling behind me. My follower is finally struggling to his feet; that's something I can't allow. I grab a shard of glass from the cabinet and stab it into the back of his knee while his back is turned to me. He collapses on the leg with a shout and he's left crawling on the floor. With him immobilized, I'm able to properly examine the array of chemicals available to me.

		"What do you know about chemistry?" I ask him in a calm, even voice while mixing certain substances to create an acidic reaction. During an interrogation, the psychological is often just as, if not more important than the physical torture, "Do you know what acid does to the body? First it has to go through the skin; you feel the tissue dissolve and break apart, cell by cell, peeling off the flesh like a rusty cleaver. Then comes the muscle tissue, and that's when things get really painful. Lot of nerves there. It's a lot like fire, burning and destroying each individual nerve one at a time, your body never goes into shock so you feel each individual deconstruction repeat itself about a hundred times for each cell."

		I have no idea if that's what acid actually does, I only ever really studied poison and explosives. But it gets him squirming.
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		*set jason_name "Jason Stave"
		"What the hell do you want?!" Submissiveness. Good. This may be easier than I thought

		"What is your name?"
		
		"...Jason Stave."
		
		"You were following me. Why?"

		He grimaces, "I...I was going to fight you..."

		"Why?"

		*if (third_incident =true)
			*set jessy_name "Jessy Stewart"
			"Because you broke my girlfriend's arm!"

			*if (breakvi =true)
				That takes me by surprised, "Vi is romantically involved with someone?"

				"Who's Vi? I'm talking about Jessy!"

				"Jessy...you must mean the girl from my third hour."

			*if (breakvi !=true)
				"Hmm...you must mean the girl from my third hour."

			"Yes! Jessy! My girlfriend!" So, this was romantically motivated revenge. I've dealt with a few people seeking revenge, they're always the most difficult to deal with, "If I'd known you were going to threaten me with acid, I would have just let it go...what the hell is wrong with you?!"

			Revenge is as plausible a motivation as any other, and the one that would bring me the most comfort; it means I don't have to worry about anyone else coming after me. At least no one associated with him.

			"Thank you for your cooperation," often times, the threat of torture is more effective than the act itself. Once again I find that belief proven true, "I trust I can count on your discretion."

			"Fine, fine...hey, what am I supposed to do about my leg?!"

			"Walk it off," I really don't have time to spend much more here when there's a lunch calling me. I leave the room and turn the lights off on my way out. I believe they call that 'politeness'
			*page_break Next
			*goto_scene 1-9lunch-1
		*if ((male =true) and (annoyjessy =true))
			"Because...my stupid girlfriend told me you insulted her! I thought...geez, if I knew you'd stab me in my leg, I'd have told her to piss off..."

			"Your mate. Who is she?"

			"Jessy, alright? She said you were some kind of asshole to her..."

			*if (jessy_name ="Jessy Stewart")
				Jessy...he must mean the girl from my third hour who threw paper at me then kept bugging me about her outfit. If I'd known she would send a hitman after me, I might have been a bit more decisive in how I dealt with her. "Who else has she sent after me?"

			*if (jessy_name !="Jessy Stewart")
				"I'm unfamiliar with that name, who is she?"

				"She's like...really hot, and...look, I don't know, man, she's just my girl..."

				"You are being very unhelpful..." I say while slightly tilting the acidic liquid over him

				"Hey, there's no need for that! I'm trying to help...look, Jessy's just another snake, one of those big time social girls. Ask anyone around, they could point you toward her."

				There aren't a whole lot of females with large social circles of above average appearance that I have managed to turn into enemies today; using process of elimination, the most likely candidate is the girl from third hour who curtly rejected my advice on her choice of attire. "So, her name is Jessy...who else has she sent after me?"

			"Who the hell knows, man, it feels like she's fooling around with everyone lately..."

			"So, you're just a lackey then..." It appears I'll be able to get more information from the source

			"Yea, sure, whatever...look, can I just go now?"

			"There's nothing else I need from you," I say, putting the acidic substances back into the cabinet. Often the threat of torture is more effective than the actual action, "I trust you'll be discreet."

			"Fine, whatever...hey, what am I supposed to do about my leg?!"

			"Walk it off," I really don't have time to spend much more here. I need to plan my next move, and get my daily intake of nutrition. I leave the room, turning the lights off on my way out as a form of politeness, and make my way to the lunchroom.
			*page_break Next
			*goto_scene 1-9lunch-1
		*if ((male =true) and (annoyjessy =false))
			"I just heard you were messing around with my girl, that's all it is! And look, you can have her if you're really going to cut me over it! Jesus, this shit just ain't worth it..."

			"What 'girl' are you talking about?"

			"You know...Jessy...I heard someone say she was making eyes at you in third hour!"

			*if (jessy_name ="Jessy Stewart")
				Well, there's only one person he could really be talking about. It appears that by communicating with me, Jessy Stewart put a target on me; whether this was intentional or not would require a talk with her, though I would be very surprised if this was all just a coincidence.

			*if (jessy_name !="Jessy Stewart")
				Third hour...he must be talking about the girl who threw the piece of paper at me asking about her choice of gear. It appears that by communicating with me, this 'Jessy' put a target on me even without me responding. Whether this was intentional or not would require a talk with her, though I would be very surprised if this was all just a coincidence.

			"Who else will I have to worry about?"

			"Who the hell knows, man, it feels like she's been fooling around with everyone lately..." It appears that if I want to learn any useful information, I'll have to go directly to the source

			"There's nothing else I need from you," I say, putting the acidic substances back into the cabinet. Often the threat of torture is more effective than the actual action, "I trust you'll be discreet."

			"Fine, whatever...hey, what am I supposed to do about my leg?!"

			"Walk it off," I really don't have time to spend much more here. I need to plan my next move, and get my daily intake of nutrition. I leave the room, turning the lights off on my way out as a form of politeness, and make my way to the lunchroom.
			*page_break Next
			*goto_scene 1-9lunch-1