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By the end of Bio, the halls are full of people eager to inform Bella and everyone else within earshot that her friend is a murderer. They have entirely the wrong attitude to have formed the impression because he just now murdered someone, and also her father hasn't come looking for her yet, so this is probably nonsense.

Bella goes to gym.

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self_composed

"You look pensive," observes Bella.

Edited Date: 2012-09-17 04:23 pm (UTC)

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edgeofyourseat

"Yep," says Alice.

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self_composed

"You know what's great? How you're so consistently informative and helpful and I spend almost no time in your company uncomfortably curious," says Bella.

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edgeofyourseat

"...I genuinely cannot tell if you're being sarcastic or not," says Alice.

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self_composed

"Yes," says Bella. "Yes, I am being sarcastic."

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edgeofyourseat

"Oh." He glances at her and smiles. "Sorry. ...This one's kind of a long story, though."

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self_composed

She shrugs. "If Theo appears and interrupts you, I won't blame you for not having finished your long story, I'll just expect you to pick it up the next time we talk."

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edgeofyourseat

He drums his fingers on his knee.

"...Can I borrow your notebook again?"

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self_composed

She hands it over, and a pen.

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edgeofyourseat

Alice flips to the same page he used previously and starts...

...drawing.

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Bella peers over his shoulder, puzzled.

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edgeofyourseat

A sketchy, scribbly view of an alley - brick walls, a Dumpster. A figure walking along it who might or might not be Alice; the scribbles of hair suggest that it is.

Next: a hand landing on his shoulder. Just the hand, and a bit of arm, and the shoulder and a bit of neck.

Next: he pushes the hand away. No one's face is visible, only his shoulders and the two hands.

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Bella watches the sequential art unfold in silence.

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edgeofyourseat

Next: the hand grabs the front of his shirt.

Next: he shoves the other person away, both hands on their chest; it's a man wearing an open jacket that might be denim or leather.

Next: Alice's shoulder/neck area again, this time with the other man's arm wrapped around him from behind, holding a knife to his throat. (No one in this sequential art seems to have a face. The image ends at the line of Alice's jaw.)

The placement of the knife aligns precisely with the scar under Alice's jaw, which does not exist in the picture.

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self_composed

Bella swallows. She doesn't say anything.

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edgeofyourseat

Next: Alice's lower back, his shirt and jeans both visible, the latter half falling off and bearing a slash across his hip that goes right through into the flesh underneath. A few lines of background suggest he is pressed against a flat surface.

Last: Alice's hands, flattened against asphalt, decorated with drips of what is presumably blood.

This sequence has taken him to the bottom of the original page, all the way down the other side, and halfway down the next one. He draws a sharp slashing line across this page, under the final image, and hands Bella her book back.

Edited Date: 2012-09-17 05:24 pm (UTC)

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Bella "reads" through it again.

"Someone hurt you," she says. "And you didn't want him to."

She flips back a page, forward again. "When was this?" she murmurs.

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edgeofyourseat

"Back in New York," he says. "Remember when I said 'got caught hooking' was making a really long story really short? Yeah." He gestures to the notebook. "There's the rest."

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self_composed

Bella's holding the notebook kind of tightly. "You sure you want this drawn? I told you people've stolen my notebooks, before."

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edgeofyourseat

He shrugs. "Rip it out and burn it if you want. Or do whatever with it."

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self_composed

"I don't have a scanner. So I can't really put it in the computer." She's still looking at the drawings. "What got you thinking about this just now?"

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edgeofyourseat

Alice takes a deep breath, slowly.

Looks out the window.

Says, very quietly: "I get off on getting hurt."

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self_composed

The spiral binding on the notebook is starting to dig into Bella's hand.

"I didn't mean - this isn't what I was talking about. This isn't pushing Dave into a locker."

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edgeofyourseat

"Yeah, well. Apparently up here," he taps the side of his forehead, "if pushing Dave into a locker was a sex thing, then so was—that. Which explains why I got all weird about it."