Descent Into Madness=DONE

"It takes a small amount of time for most wounds to kill. I'd say most places you have a short while before...the worst happens. Obviously places like the head are instant..."
Lilly wasn't really comprehending exactly what she was seeing. The shock seemed to have stopped her thinking straight, or something.
There sure was a lot of blood, and most places above the thigh could kill a person quickly if they got hit there. If the bald woman was left, she wouldn't have long by Lilly's estimates.
She got the sense she'd seen worse wounds than this one before, but no memories were coming.
"I can think of one way to help, but there's no guarantee it will work. It could make her worse, but at least it's a chance, right?" Lilly really did not want to carry out this crazy thought that had entered her head. She struggled mentally for a few seconds, before forcing herself to look up into blade-guy's eyes.
The words were coming out despite her reluctance to use this, or even suggest it.
"I've never done this before," That I remember, "And I have absolutely no idea if it will work or not."
Lilly tried to make her words sound like a question of some kind. It was kind of difficult given the tremors in her voice from shock.
In another situation, this could have been entertaining. Lilly, who had no need for attention from surgeons or nurses, and only anatomical knowledge based on herself, giving medical advice?! Or trying to, anyway.
She tried steadying her breathing, preparing for any possible reaction, and what she'd have to do as a consequence.
"Would it be crazy to use an untested cure on her, something which I have no clue whether it'll work or not, or even how it would work, given it's the only way I can think of to help..?

Miller might not know what emotion to express during this time, but he was unbelievably stressed out by this occurrence. He might not show it through facial expressions or body language, but his brain was working more than it had ever done before. His paranoia was at maximum strength, when he was not talking with the other girl he was starring at the entrance of the library hoping no new body would appear and make their own opinions about this scene. Seriously he wasn’t able to feel compassion or depression, he just wanted to leave and save those emotional outbursts for later. Although that was being a bit selfish for himself and that was why he had just ran off yet.

The woman explained that she might have a cure for the bald woman that could save her from death. Miller was a bit unsure about it since she did say it probably wouldn’t work and put her into more pain than she was already in. He was sure that anything would be better than death, but a glaring flaw came up in his thinking when he came to this conclusion. This woman did not want to live if she wanted to kill herself in such a way. If keeping her alive was granting her even more misery was it worth it? It was a huge moral dilemma that he did not have the brain power to solve on his own. Miller always went for what was more convenient for others than himself, but he was sort of lost on this one.

“I suppose doing nothing is worse than doing something…” Miller stated even though he was completely undecided. “…Although my ultimate answer will depend on what it is you’re going to try to do?” He still chose not to look at the body of the possibly deceased woman, but with the blood flowing all around the floor it was hard not to imagine how gruesome the stab was. Worst of all he could still feel it well on his blade and he was really itching to get it out of its place because of it. “Then again, who am I to dictate who should live or die, it is your choice completely.” He really hoped she would make a decision at some point because he did not like the position he was in.

She nodded. Even if this failed, at least someone would have attempted to save her.
"I'm guessing she's not well enough for us to just carry her to the nurse." She muttered.
She sighed as she reached her decision.
Lilly really did not want to do this. She took a deep breath and unsheathed her claws on her right hand, holding them over her other wrist.
"You know in folklore and stuff they say the life force is in the blood?" Her arm shook a little from nerves. "And someone's capability to heal is in the blood?"
Lilly was guessing here a little bit. She had no idea if her healing ability was in her blood or not. For all she knew, it could be some weird magical substance that healed her, or some weird magical creature that stalked her, or something.
She looked back at the bald woman's wound. It truly was horrible, but she would have to be able to see it if she was going to even attempt this.
She lowered her claws near to the skin, leaning forwards so they were roughly above the wound.
Great. Just great. Brace yourself; this'll hurt
She took deep breaths. She'd never tested her abilities like this before, and really hoped that;
a)This wouldn't kill her, and
b)It helped the woman, rather than...whatever it is that happens if you transfuse blood between the wrong people.
Just to make sure that blade-guy didn't panic, she said, very coolly, given what she was about to do, "No, I am not committing suicide."
She knelt where she was, shaking from nerves, waiting for him to say if this was futile or not.

Miller was no biologist, in fact he had never claimed to be knowledgeable in any sort of science for that matter, but he still had his doubts about this experiment. Although he trusted the short woman enough to believe she probably knew better than he did and that gave him some sort of hope for this to work. Miller misplaced his head for a short bit when the woman stood over the bald girl with her retractable bladed claws hung over her arm. He knew immediately what she was about to do and he’s seen enough penetrated flesh for one day. He stared at the door waiting in agony as the woman begun whatever procedure she was going to perform on the bald woman.

“I’m not so much concerned of you killing yourself, I’m more concerned that you might do something that could put your life at risk” Miller replied quietly as though he believed that what he said made actual sense. The blood from her previous nemesis dripped into the gaping wound of Margaret’s. Miller felt a slight disturbance within Margaret’s body, but it was fairly feint. This feeling was so miniscule, but it still caused him discomfort, it was just so utterly revolting he had to focus his attention on something else to keep his mind off of it. He wondered for a little while why he had to keep his blade in place if they were attempting to bring life back to this woman. The short girl did not tell him otherwise so he wasn’t sure whether to release his sword or not.

Miller’s head twisted back to the woman and he just slowly shook his head as an answer. “I don’t feel a pulse still…” The blade was lodged in the more upper region of the girl’s torso, he could tell due to the amount of bones that scraped against his blade when it entered. If there was something going on within her he would be able to feel it, even though he would have no clue what a movement within her would mean he would still be able to tell if she was living or not. “What should we do with the body?”

Blade-guy's comment was a little strange. It seemed like he was trying to give some brilliant reasoning for his objections, but it came out as a complete contradiction.
"I'd say putting your life at risk isn't so bad as actually killing yourself...Lots of people have risked their lives and not died."
Lilly had closed her eyes for this, and stopped concentrating on her senses. She wanted as little information about this new wound as possible.
"Having no pulse doesn't necessarily mean they're dead." She glanced over at the guy through the side of her eye, raising one eyebrow. "Heart transplants?" Sure, it was a word she had picked up from seeing newspapers in shop windows, but she was pretty confident that was what it entailed. "They just don't have a lot of time if they're left like that..."
It was a little strange to be giving medical advice, given everything she knew about wounds and healing came from her own injuries or over-hearing conversations. However, she did seem to know more than the man, so she let her instincts guide her.
At what point does staunching blood-flow stop mattering? Is it when they stop bleeding, or when they start to receive their medical help? I have no idea what happens now in medical procedure...
"If you want to take it out, I think you can now." It wasn't strictly true, but she could see the guy's discomfort and didn't like feeling responsible for it if there was some way she could help.
After a few seconds, she lowered her arm and slowly opened her eyes, being careful to avoid looking at the jagged wound in her forearm.
Her confidence wavered as the guy asked her what should be done with the bald woman.
"The body..? Why would we need to do anything with a body? Just wait a few seconds, please, before you conclude with something like that."
We need a few seconds to see if this works. It shouldn't take too long if it's going to.
Additionally, taking her to the nurse would be the best option anyways, if this fails, wouldn't it? They must have some precaution against abilities like his- She shook her head as she corrected herself No, ours- in a place like this, right?

As soon as Miller heard the command to release his blade, he did not wait a single second. He pulled his blade straight out of her body quite hastily in fact. Amazingly he was still able to do this without looking at the mess he made by blindly pulling his arm backwards. He was just lucky that he was able to get it out so cleanly on his own. Once he was freed he rose up to his feet and quickly backed away from the body with about two or three steps. He turned himself around and finally opened his eyes again. He just wanted the least amount of eye contact with the bald woman as possible.

Miller first gazed at his sword noticing the upper part was leaking with blood and loose flesh. In a panic he begun to swipe the blunt side of his blade against his shirt once again to try and sterilize it from the massive amount of body fluids. His breathing was heavy and his body was jittering for countless reasons, one of them was fear. Once his blade was as clean as he could make it, which wasn’t as clean as he wanted it to be, he turned back over to the smaller woman trying his hardest not to look at the body that lied next to her. “Look, dead is dead, no amount of school nurses or mystical science is going to change a stab like that!” he aggressively argued. Miller was taken back a bit by his own comment; he did not enjoy anger especially when he was the one expressing it. It wasn’t that he was really angry, he just didn’t like this situation in the slightest. This was not something he ever wanted to deal with which was his whole reason behind coming to this school to begin with.

He eyed the door for two reasons, reassuring himself that no one else was here and considering the thought of leaving. He didn’t want to leave this endeavour on the hands of the short woman alone which was why he stayed, but he still conflicted about this. “I’m really sorry, but I just don’t want to deal with this right now, or ever for that matter” he meekly apologized for his previous comment.

Lilly jumped with the speed he recoiled at. It was really not very surprising, but she had expected a fraction more delay. She looked at the wound for signs of further damage, despite how horrible it was, and was glad to see the blade had come out smoothly, with no obvious damage done. Not that she'd be able to tell very well.
She was glad when she looked away.
Lilly was a little affronted by the guy's tone but quickly recovered.
mystical science? Am I really that good?
She laughed lightly and wasn't entirely sure why. "I've been through a whole lo..." She face-palmed now, drawing her palm away again slowly. Why the heck can't I remember now, if I did a second ago?
Lilly withdrew from the lady. She stayed close, but she didn't want to be in front of the woman if her idea worked quickly. Of course, if it did work, she had no idea how quickly or well the woman might heal. For all Lilly knew, she might survive but be a cripple, or spring up almost fine in a few minutes, or might just die.
"Well, "mystical science" can let people survive heart transplants, so I'd have thought that she would still have a bit of hope.
"And I'd only resort to the school nurse for this when we're both one hundred per cent sure she's gone. I mean, that arm isn't exactly suited to carrying, right, and, well, given my stature...Between us, she'd get a pretty rough ride, and that can't be good."
Miller's eyes flicked to the door, as if he was considering leaving. She wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that. In some respects it might be easier, as he'd be less likely to get arrested, or whatever they did with murderers, for this, but she didn't want to do this alone. Normally, she'd be all for being alone, but this was just too horrible.
Lilly accepted his apology.
"I don't think anyone would want to be in this situation."
Except baldy here, possibly. After all, she did something to blade-guy to get him to do that.
So I'm his only hope if baldy dies and they figure he was responsible for the wound.

Miller’s shirt was drenched with blood around his stomach area due to the amount he had rubbed off of his blade. Considering he didn’t have a change of clothes or know what a washing machine was this incident was not going to go unnoticed by many. He wasn’t thinking about that far into the future though, his mind was more focused on the immediate future as every second that past he became even more nervous. A new place on his body shivered as his anxiety grew. Any moment a new person could walk in and just add more trouble, hopefully no one wanted to check out any books any time soon. As he began to think of that the thought of the librarian came to mind, every time he had passed by this place there was almost always someone here. Was she on break perhaps?

Miller was still conflicted on the whole possibly dying person. She had somewhat of a chance of survival, but he felt a lot of pessimism towards her survival. His previous outburst might have suggested that he was certain that the bald woman was dead, but he was only trying to convince the short one to leave so that he could just put this endeavour behind him. The more and more he thought of himself he began to realize how selfish he was sounding. This rivalry between the bald one and him actually made some sort of sense in context to Miller, but the girl was sort of roped into this and now took full control over this situation because Miller was being too cowardly. This thought made him sort of sick to his stomach, but it was already teetering on the edge of that as it was.

Miller took a large inhale and exhaled even harder. He made movements toward the body again this time he did not close his eyes. He loomed over the body of the woman and just gazed at the damage she had caused to herself. He wished that there was something he could do, but his only ability was to harden his own skin and that wouldn’t help much toward the dead girl. “So many questions we have about what we will do with her. What of me? Do you think the authorities may believe our story? This place is riddled with people with a variety of different powers, do you think they’ll believe mind control to be hers?”

The amount of blood on Blade-guy's shirt was a little concerning. She was surprised that she hadn't already noticed that, but against all the gore and blood, a minor detail like a guy's shirt could wait.
Cold relief flooded Lilly as Blade-Guy returned, coming back towards the bald woman.
Blade-guy barraged her with questions, and she was a little surprised to see so many from him. Lilly wasn't entirely sure why, though.
"The authorities? Well, they'll probably use Occam's razor, right? The solution that makes the least assumptions based on what evidence they have...
"And given that I'm not legally old enough to appear as a witness in court..." At least, in Britain, I'm not.
"Which will mean they miss a few details out.
"So your court may be a tad biased. Assuming she dies and you get caught and...Stuff."
"Stuff"; always a great way to sum up a speech.
Lilly wasn't at all sure what the authorities would conclude. It was a school for Gifteds, so it wasn't unreasonable to think that baldy had some sort-of mind-control ability.
If they realized that, then they'd also realize that Blade-Guy wasn't liable for her death.
If they didn't, the police were going to be pretty merciless against him. It wouldn't be helped by all the stuff going on between Normals and Gifteds lately, and it wouldn't be unlikely for them to hold that against Blade-Guy.
"I honestly don't know what they'll think."
A new thought bubbled to the surface of her mind.
"How come she could control you, and not me? Was it something about how you were...created?
"She did seem to know a lot, so maybe she knew someone who "for want of a better term. "helped to create you?"

Police? Court? Trial? It was enough that he had to deal with this on an emotional level, but now he had to sit through all of that. The thought of it just sickened him, he was not looking forward to any of those if they were to come up. There had to be something they could do to avoid all of that. Although it made him think for a bit, if he were to follow the orders of the scientists and killed millions how were they going to stop him from being caught. Then again he wasn’t really a human being how could he be traced back upon if he didn’t technically exist on file. What would happen if a non-existent being killed another person, would it be he who got into trouble or the man who created it?

“Well, maybe we should make sure I don’t get caught. What if we just hid the body?” Miller suggested slyly. By the way the bald woman acted and sounded she didn’t seem all too keen on survival that gave some sort of hint that she may have no one to miss her once she’s gone. Besides what was the worst that could come of her disappearance? As he thought of that he began to question his own morality because that sounded quite grimly and devious. It might have seemed to be more in self interest than anything else, but she was dead how else should they deal with her and keep Miller out of trouble at the same time.

The question came of why the bald one was able to control Miller’s mind but did not show any ability of controlling the short girl’s mind. Well he was able to identify her as being related to one of the scientists since her appearance was quite similar to the scientist that closely worked with him. In fact it was the same scientist that he had adopted his name from. Perhaps that had something to do with it, but he wasn’t sure why. The other voice in his head however was a bit cleverer than he was so he was able to connect the dots a bit better than he was. “Well her facial structure closely resembles that of the head scientist from where we had been created from. We have deduced that it is possible that she might have been created in order to control us since we did not follow orders. We are not sure if this is correct or not, but it is the best explanation we could come up with” He explained. Miller’s second voice is not that recognizably different besides a very feint rasp. This explain was the only plausible one he could come up with, although why she hated him so much was still questionable.

"I have absolutely no idea if that is a good idea or a bad one, in terms of your defence, but, it's dishonourable to hide a body."
Lilly refused to believe the bald woman was dead yet, and even if she was, Lilly still didn't want to take part in something like that.
She couldn't help questioning this guy a little now. It was almost as if he wanted baldy to be dead, and to hide the body.
"And I've never heard of a sentence that was made better from the defendant hiding evidence." Not that I've heard of many court cases.
"Wait- We?
"Are you two people, in a group, or are you referring to both of us? Or are you from the royal family?
"Do you have Multiple Personality Disorder, or something?"
Lilly was a little pleased to hear that Blade-guy disregarded orders too. If the circumstances had been different, she had a sense that they might have made very good friends very quickly. However, if first meetings are over a stabbing, that's pretty hard.
Why would anyone create a life-form just to control another created life-form? Surely the second life-form would start getting rebellious and need controlling, and then they'd need to make another, and then the third would need controlling, and they'd make another, and then I'm going to stop before I give myself a headache.
"It'd make more sense if they just modified something a little, because, let's face it, it's quicker.
"If I were to make a control unit like that I'd make it off something I already had some influence over, like a friend or a family member, and if you think about it, that would explain any similarities in appearance, although it would have to be a very twisted man who would experiment on his own friends or family."
But a man willing to stick a blade on a guy instead of an arm must be pretty messed up, too, so I wouldn't put it past them to so something like that.

Miller didn’t like the idea of hiding the woman’s body either, but he felt there was really no other choice that could be made that would avoid the legalities of this subject matter. Besides disposing the body completely, he didn’t really want to go that route however. Perhaps if he knew more about laws and everything that closely related to it he could make a more complex and safer course of action, but as he was he wouldn’t be coming up with anything better than he already had. His complete lack of knowledge was really the only thing holding him back. “If they don’t find the body then there would never be a case. I don’t exactly want to do it either, but there isn’t really much of an option is there?”

The short one began to question his other voice’s vocabulary. He didn’t really want his second voice to be public information, as most with that sort of disorder aren’t regarded as mentally stable. As well he didn’t really enjoy the company of his more drastic ego, he used to be enjoyable to speak with, but now that there were more options than him he seemed much less pleasant. Added that with his prejudice against almost everyone Miller meets makes him a bit uncomfortable with his presence. “We? Sorry my mistake, I sometimes get confused with these whole ‘Pronoun’ things” Miller nervously fibbed. He barely even knew what pronoun meant, but he knew it well enough to assume that the way he used it was right.

The girl added her own statement to the theory behind the bald woman and it actually sounded somewhat probable. He didn’t know how one would go about to create a mind control unit, but the girl’s idea made some sort of sense. Although the man that the bald one closely represented was actually one of the nicer scientists, from his memory anyway, it seemed unlikely to him that he would do something so cruel to someone he cared about. That raised the question of whether or not he truly cared about the bald woman, but that wasn’t exactly a topic of interest at the moment. “How exactly would this development in information help us now?” Miller didn’t want to come off as rude, but the origins of this woman could wait until they’ve dealt with this issue.

Miller’s eyes slowly examined the room around the two, trying to find an ideal hiding spot. If they were going to hide the body anywhere it had to be here, otherwise they’d run the risk of bumping into another person in the hallway.

Lilly saw Blade-Guy's point, but that didn't mean she had to like it, or admit it.
"They'd still know she'd disappeared.
"And there's always a choice, no matter the circumstances."Though, admittedly, making a given choice could be ridiculously stupid in a lot of situations.
Sure, it wasn't a great argument, really, but it did undermine him a little, and that was always a start. It didn't really make a point against hiding the corpse, though.
Lilly still didn't like thinking that baldy was dead, but she probably was now, as a normal human would definitely be dead by now. Lilly would have been beginning to recover (though not be very far along at all) by now as well, and it certainly didn't look like that was happening.
"You were doing just fine a few moments ago.
"It's not like you were slipping in mistakes everywhere."
Blade-Guy appeared to be hiding something though, judging by all the little things she had noticed-such as the slightly raised heart-beat, just for a second. She considered for a second and couldn't resist milking her previous question.
"So, do you have a corgi, and one of those really posh names like "George" or "Charles"? Do you pronounce "scones" "Scoh-ns" and hate it if anyone doesn't say it "Scoh-ns"?"
She was a little stumped as to how to reply to Blade-Guy's question. "Does it have to help? Some things have merit to know on their own rights.
"And anyways, I'm just curious."
Lilly decided now that she didn't want to continue calling him "Blade-Guy" if she could help it, or there was a better name.
"We haven't actually introduced ourselves, have we?"
She stood, raised her right hand quite a long way up in front of her (because of the size difference), as if preparing to shake hands. It was convenient that Blade-Guy still had a right arm, really, or she'd be risking getting hands shook with a huge blade, and probably ending up with no fingers. She held her hand loose.
"Lilly Smith."

“You’re right there is always another choice and the other choice in this situation is to have me wrongfully accused of murder. As much as I dislike the choice, I hate the thought of being trapped inside a cell again even more.” He knew somehow one day his fate was going to return to entrapment, but he didn’t figure it to be so soon. Perhaps he should escape this island before he became a wanted fugitive. The only problems with that were he had nowhere to go and the outside world was much less accepting of his kind. This meant he was basically stuck here.

“It is not a common occurrence, but we do it every so often” he replied forcing the ‘we’ into his sentence to throw her off a bit. He had no clue what she was talking about scones for, but it didn’t seem to be too important anyway so he sort of disregarded it. “And within the current situation we are in I don’t believe we have the time to put in with conversations that don’t lead to our plan of what to do with the bald woman.” Miller hastily replied to the woman’s comment. He was hardly in the speaking sort of mood anyway. All he wanted was the two of them to be free from this endeavour and beginning a conversation of this woman’s origin story was hardly getting them anywhere.

The woman finally introduced herself as Lilly Smith and it seemed she also wanted a hand shake from him. On an ordinary occasion Miller would enjoy such a gesture, but as of now he didn’t much care for it. “It is hardly the time nor the place for pleasantries… I’m Miller any way” he stated a little irked by her timing, but it wasn’t like they had an appropriate moment earlier in which they could introduce themselves. Miller completed the gesture with his only other hand, but did not savour the moment when their hands met. He quickly completed the gesture and turned back to the body.

Miller opened his hand wide and bent down toward the bald woman. He was aiming to grab her arm, but he was hesitant to touch her at all. He breathed deeply and snatched her arm. His countenance radiated dismay, he tried to ignore it the best he could though and he began to pull the body slowly. He didn’t want to wait any longer, he just wanted that body put away somewhere and quickly.

"You were... in a cell? For how long?"
He did seem to be making sense in what he said, but Lilly felt very sympathetic at that moment. She wasn't normally, but she got the sense she'd had something similar done to her at some point.
She didn't really care about him avoiding her weak attempt at humor. It would have been funny if he had said he had an army of the frustrating dogs, or at the very least got annoyed at her pronunciation, but it didn't really matter.
Lilly frowned as Blade-Guy tried to throw her off the scent. She was good at detecting lies. It wasn't always perfect, but a normal person probably wouldn't need all the little biological signs of a lie to detect it either.
That seems a bit too many mistakes all at once. One mistake could pass, but it's suspicious that all his pronouns turn into "we" when he made an error.
Still, it's not a big deal. Just a little...strange.
"Oh, never over-look the details. Sometimes they're the only way to find the truth." Why is it that helpful generalizations always make me sound like I'm a hippie or I'm insane? "After all, how can you claim you are making a decision until you're informed? Otherwise you could just be being manipulated, or something along those lines."
Blade-Guy had introduced himself as Miller, and worked too fast for Lilly to be able to pick any information up by her last attempt.
Miller grabbed the corpse, in what seemed like a pretty brutal gesture to Lilly.
"Gentle." She growled, trying to be threatening, but it didn't work too well given their comparative heights. "I think it might be best if I do that. I mean, if you do something wrong, it'll be just lovely, but at least I wouldn't slice her arms off if I made a mistake."
Okay, so I may be being a little harsh about him, but given what that blade is capable of, if anyone wants baldy to not be a heap of gore, I think it’s best if I keep him away. If that means me moving the corpse, then fine. It’s better than him doing it.