*set hurt true
*set foughtjason true
My company had a policy that almost everyone shared. Leave no threat behind. Either that meant leaving on amicable terms with whoever you dealt with, or leave a corpse (preferably not even that, if that was a viable option). Seeing as how the odds of us coming to a mutual understanding are already relatively low, it would probably be better to play this one safe.

He eyes me as I approach, "Before you say anything-"

He made the mistake of distracting himself with conversation, a mistake that I use to get close and ram my forehead into the bridge of his nose. There is an audible crunch and he stumbles back, dazed and bleeding. While he's off balance, I grab him and throw him to my right and into the wall.

He slumps over upon impact. The sight of it may have made me complacent, or I was just overconfident in my abilities. Either way, I made the mistake of approaching carelessly.

Once I had gotten close, he charged me with his head down, grabbing around my waist and pushing me across the hallway. Given his superior build, there isn't much I can do to resist when I collide against the other wall. If that hadn't already winded me, I begin feeling several impacts to my stomach region, further worsening my condition.

Looking back, I probably should have expected this. A larger and physically stronger opponent isn't someone you attack head on, even with superior training, without expecting to receive some sort of punishment for it. If he had been holding a bladed weapon, it would probably be imbedded in a vital organ right now. Luckily, all he really has is his fist. Still painful, but if it had been a blade, I would probably be dead now. Actually dead.

And now, he was still hitting me. It was starting to wear me down. Funny, I feel like there's something I should be doing here but I seem to have forgotten.

My head begins to ring. Suddenly everything becomes blurry, yet my focus is spot on and I feel cold. I'm not sure when it happened, but something in my brain seemed to snap the moment he had me pinned against the wall. I keep looking at him, and something in me starts to freeze over. I get the feeling I should be doing something. Something I had been forgetting to do for awhile. What was it? What did I forget to do?

*page_break [i]Oh that's right. I need to kill him
[i]It was simple...

[i]So simple...

[i]He just needed to die...

[i]I just needed to kill him...

[i]Just kill him...

[i]Kill him...

[i]Kill...

*page_break [i]I'm not entirely sure what happened after that...
After I remember what I'm supposed to do my body seems to act automatically. The next thing I remember, I'm leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. I'm exhausted. I look in front of me, and my opponent has vanished. I'm not sure what I did...

At least, I'm not sure until I look on the ground. There's a boy there, the one who had been hurting me. His head is bloody. Very bloody. There are several gashes across his face, obvious blunt force trauma, and there's a tear along his left ear like someone had been trying to rip it off. He's face down on the ground in front of me, not moving.

Except for the slow, even breaths of his unconscious form.

[i]He's still alive...
*fake_choice
	#[i]Fix that...
		[i]Moving over his body. Automatic. Kneeling down to where I'm crouching on top of him. Take firm grip of both ears.

		[i]Only a few bashes against the ground are necessary. Shatter skull against the ground.

		[i]Sound of cracking bone. Breathing stopped. Body becomes unresponsive.

		[i]Target dealt with.
		
		[i]Mind goes blank. Everything becomes automatic, instinct. I don't know what happens after that.
		*page_break [i]The End.
		*finish
	#STOP!
		*set humanity +1
		I rip my eyes away from the unconscious body on the ground. I can't kill him, I've been trying so hard to distance myself from my former life and I wasn't about to let it take me over without a fight.

		They tried to turn me into their unthinking weapon, and they probably succeeded, but that didn't mean I couldn't still make the choice.

		I can't be seen here. Need to have some sort of plausible deniability. He had been planning to attack me anyway, so he picked a spot with no students or cameras. As long as nobody sees me with him, I can pretend to have had no knowledge. It wouldn't be a convincing lie, but as long as nobody was dead, the principal probably wouldn't investigate. Daniel is smart, he would have made sure I was covered. As long as nobody died.

		A part of me is still screaming to kill him, but my self-preservation instincts,
		*if (humanity >10)
			and more importantly my morality, 
		scream louder and I push myself away from the scene in order to satisfy them. The lunchroom is right there, I could just charge off at a brisk pace and go on with the rest of my day, pretending this incident never happened. Right now, that would be the safest option for me. At this point, I wasn't entirely confident in my ability to control my instincts.

		I put in extra effort to avoid looking at the unconscious boy as I walk away.
		*page_break Next
		*goto_scene 1-9lunch-1