*set met_jason true
*set notoby true
*set tobyhostileforlife true
*set tobyrelationship "Hostile"
My mind made up, I grab an empty beaker from a nearby table and toss it into Toby's face. It doesn't break upon impact as I was hoping, but at least it served as an effective distraction. Before he's regained focus on me, I knee him in the stomach to get his head low enough for me to grab and slam into the desk to our side. Then bash him on the back of the head one more time for good measure. He's unconscious before he hits the ground.

The cause of this whole mess isn't much better than he was a few moments ago, still supporting himself with his hands and knees. I kick his arm out causing him to fall on the ground again and kneel down, pressing my knee into his head.

I'm confronted with a choice. On one hand, I'm getting rather hungry and would like to finish this off right away so I could get to lunch faster. On the other hand, this all started because this person was following me and I still don't know why. It probably would not take a large amount of persuasion to convince him to explain things to me.
*fake_choice
	#Knock him out and leave
		*set foughtjason true
		I've never been known for my patience. When I was younger, food was the most precious luxury one could possibly have. I'm not in the habit of letting food just sit around when I was hungry and it was right there.

		I stand and kick him across the head like one would kick a grenade that landed at their feet and the only thing that mattered was getting it away from you ASAP. The speed and force of the blow knocks him out cold right away, and probably left a concussion for him to nurse when he woke up. Not my problem, though; I'm going to go eat.

		With the thought of the precious vitamins and life-saving nutrients sitting in my bag in mind, I quickly leave the room. Hitting the lights on the way out. I believe that's what people call 'politeness'
		*page_break Next
		*goto_scene 1-9lunch-1
	#Interrogate him
		*set interrogatebully true
		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.
		*page_break Next
		"What the hell do you want?!" Submissiveness. Good. This may be easier than I thought

		"You were following me. Why?"

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

		"Why?"

		*if (third_incident =true)
			*set jessy_name "Jessy Stewart"
			*set jessyrelationship "Hostile"
			"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))
			*set jessyrelationship "Scorned"
			"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))
			*set jessyrelationship "Attracted?"
			"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