There's a familiar pain in his limbs as he slowly stands up and goes into the bathroom carefully locking the door. And just like always this pain is accompanied by the feeling of getting his stomach turned upside down. He feels the puke coming up his throat as he falls on his knees in front of the toilet, where he throws up yesterdays dinner.

"I'm never getting used to this", he mumbles exhausted while flushing the toilet.

Quickly he rinses his mouth and washes his face in order to get rid of the horrible taste and smell of his own puke.

By the time he looks at his reflection in the mirror his eyes have turned silver and golden again.

"It suits me much better than those black ones", he says with a satisfied smile.

When he opens the bathroom door he sees Marianne sitting on the bed writing something in her notebook.

"Is everything alright?", he asks worriedly.

"No worries, I was just writing down the recipe for your new medication. Jasmine is making pancakes, you'd better hurry up before Cesar eats all of them without you", she says with a smile.

He knows that smile, she's always smiling like that when she's worried about something.

"Are you sure that's all?"

"Right, I forgot at how good you are at looking through me. There's something I want to ask you and I want you to answer honestly."

"What's wrong?"

She hesitates.

"Is everything alright?", he asks worried.

"There weren't any side effects from- from you know what, that you didn't tell me about, right?"

"No, I told you everything, why? Did something happen?"

"No it's nothing I just wanted to make sure the medication I give you truly helps. Now hurry up or you really won't see any of the pancakes", she says.

"Right!", he exclaims quickly running to the kitchen.

~So the past is coming for me after all. Maybe, just maybe it's not that bad to leave the world in a place like this. I can see their faces in my last days, so that's a good thing, right? So why does it feel so horrible knowing my time is up?~

She knows that these are the consequences of her actions and if she's honest to herself she can see that it's way better than she actually deserves after everything she's done, so why? Why can't she seem to give up on her life just yet?

Maybe it's because she's been feeling happy for the first time in a while these past few weeks. But deep down she knows it's not because of that. She wants to get back at everyone who caused her misery in the first place, who made her the horrible person she is today.

Whatever she still wants to do she has to do it fast. She already feels how her body is slowly starting to move on its own accord.

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It's tuesday again and they're in a hurry to get ready.

Jasmine has left for the outskirts later than usual today and so they have to get ready for the meeting in way less time than normally.

"It hurts!", she complains, as Silas tries to get rid of the knots in her hair.

"It wouldn't hurt as much if you'd just comb your hair once in a while", he responds frustrated.

"At least try to be gentler, my scalp isn't made out of iron!"

"Too bad, now quit moving around we don't have much time left."

"Can't I just wear my hair down today?"

"The last time I let you wear it down you complained that it got in you face the whole time, remember?", he means fed up with her whining.

"And even if I let you wear it down I'd still need to comb it, so sit still and do your make-up."

"Fine", she grumbles wondering where he got that bossy attitude from.

After some time her hair is finally in a braid that's decorated with golden ornaments. 

When she looks at the mirror in the hallway she's surprised by her own reflection. 

It's rare for her to be dolled up like this and she never thought about wearing such expensive dresses before. Just a few months ago she was all about efficiency and never bothered to dress up, maybe that's why she thought stuff like this doesn't suit her.

"See? I told you you'll look stunning!", Silas says next to her.

He's wearing a suit specifically tailored for him and it looks a lot less baggy than the one he wore last time. Still it only makes her realize once again just how small he is for his age.

Next to Leila he's always a bit shorter, but not to an extreme, because she's also rather small. She kknows it's not strange for boys this age to be smaller than the girls, but still.

~I suppose there are some benefits to making illegal money as an underground organization.~ 

Suddenly she hears a car honking downstairs and Cesar telling them to hurry up.

"I just hope he's a better driver than you", Silas says hopping down the stairs.

Turns out he's even worse than Marianne.

The second they get to the manor both, Marianne and Silas, jump out of the car like their possessed.

Luckily Marianne is able to keep herself from puking.

"You're never driving again", she says pointing at Cesar.

"I'm just a little out of practice."

"Well you won't be getting any if I have to get in the car as well", Silas says wiping his mouth with a tissue.

Unlike Marianne he had to throw up after the car ride.

"I wasn't that bad", Cesar pouts.

"Sure, but I'm still not getting in the car again if you're driving", Silas states.

"Come on, we're late", Marianne says giving them their masks.