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"What do you think you're doing?"
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Laine Cantrille sat back a little from her position on the floor, the pencil held between her fingers, trying to think of the answer to that question. It was not an unfamiliar question, and she knew that it always had a right answer and a wrong answer. She needed to find the right answer.
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"Homework." That was usually a good answer. Good girls did their homework. She didn't often get in trouble for doing her homework. It was a safe answer, most of the time.
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But things always changed.
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"Do you think I'm stupid? I can see what you're doing, Elaine. Why. Didn't. You. Come. Downstairs?"
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The spaces between the words meant he was angry. She had learned to understand that. The first question was not supposed to be answered. She had learned that, too. She had been in her room because there were people downstairs. Laine wasn't good with people. The more of them there were, the harder it was to figure out what she was supposed to be doing.
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"I wasn't invited." That was also true. Laine had learned that she was not supposed to go places or talk to people if she was not invited. Good girls were supposed to wait to be invited. If she wasn't invited, it was because no one wanted her there, and she should stay away.
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"Invited?" His fist slammed against the door frame. There was no door. There had not been a door for six years and three months. Good girls did not need to worry about doors because they had nothing to hide. "You live here, Elaine. You could at least do us the courtesy of making an appearance, instead of hiding in your room all the time. Do you understand?"
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"No?" The right answer was yes. Laine knew that. The right answer was always yes, but she didn't understand. "You said I was supposed to stay out of the way-"
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"That's not what I meant! God damn it, girl, I have been kind to you for my sister-in-law's sake, but you are old enough to learn a lesson!"
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He was in the room, now. His foot was on her math book. The page was tearing. That was not good. The book belonged to the school, and she was supposed to take care of it. Good girls took care of their things. Laine's hand reached for the book, but she didn't know what to do from there. If she tried to take it, it would tear more.
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"Get. Up."
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That was clear. She dropped the pencil and stood, slowly, trying not to back away too much, because that was disrespectful. He leaned down and picked up the book, slamming it closed. She could see the dirty footprint on the torn page for a moment, and then it was gone, and his hand drew the book back and came towards her and-
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"Stop."
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He stopped. Everything stopped. Everything was still, except she could still feel her heart beating. It was beating very fast. Laine did not think it was supposed to do that.
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Run.
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Good girls did not run away. Laine knew that. She was not supposed to run away, but the door was open because there was no door, and everything was very still. She walked away instead, through the door frame. There were marks on the side. She would be in trouble for that later. Good girls did not get in trouble.
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The book was with her, in her arms, because she was supposed to take care of it. It didn't belong to her, but it belonged to the school, and she was supposed to be responsible for it. The house was still, and she stepped out through the front door. There was a door there because there were things in the house to hide. Things that she was not supposed to talk about.
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The street was still, too. Everyone had stopped. She did not know what she was supposed to do about that.
"What do you think you're doing?"
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Laine Cantrille sat back a little from her position on the floor, the pencil held between her fingers, trying to think of the answer to that question. It was not an unfamiliar question, and she knew that it always had a right answer and a wrong answer. She needed to find the right answer.
[break]
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"Homework." That was usually a good answer. Good girls did their homework. She didn't often get in trouble for doing her homework. It was a safe answer, most of the time.
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But things always changed.
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"Do you think I'm stupid? I can see what you're doing, Elaine. Why. Didn't. You. Come. Downstairs?"
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The spaces between the words meant he was angry. She had learned to understand that. The first question was not supposed to be answered. She had learned that, too. She had been in her room because there were people downstairs. Laine wasn't good with people. The more of them there were, the harder it was to figure out what she was supposed to be doing.
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"I wasn't invited." That was also true. Laine had learned that she was not supposed to go places or talk to people if she was not invited. Good girls were supposed to wait to be invited. If she wasn't invited, it was because no one wanted her there, and she should stay away.
[break]
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"Invited?" His fist slammed against the door frame. There was no door. There had not been a door for six years and three months. Good girls did not need to worry about doors because they had nothing to hide. "You live here, Elaine. You could at least do us the courtesy of making an appearance, instead of hiding in your room all the time. Do you understand?"
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"No?" The right answer was yes. Laine knew that. The right answer was always yes, but she didn't understand. "You said I was supposed to stay out of the way-"
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"That's not what I meant! God damn it, girl, I have been kind to you for my sister-in-law's sake, but you are old enough to learn a lesson!"
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He was in the room, now. His foot was on her math book. The page was tearing. That was not good. The book belonged to the school, and she was supposed to take care of it. Good girls took care of their things. Laine's hand reached for the book, but she didn't know what to do from there. If she tried to take it, it would tear more.
[break]
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"Get. Up."
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That was clear. She dropped the pencil and stood, slowly, trying not to back away too much, because that was disrespectful. He leaned down and picked up the book, slamming it closed. She could see the dirty footprint on the torn page for a moment, and then it was gone, and his hand drew the book back and came towards her and-
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"Stop."
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He stopped. Everything stopped. Everything was still, except she could still feel her heart beating. It was beating very fast. Laine did not think it was supposed to do that.
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Run.
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Good girls did not run away. Laine knew that. She was not supposed to run away, but the door was open because there was no door, and everything was very still. She walked away instead, through the door frame. There were marks on the side. She would be in trouble for that later. Good girls did not get in trouble.
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The book was with her, in her arms, because she was supposed to take care of it. It didn't belong to her, but it belonged to the school, and she was supposed to be responsible for it. The house was still, and she stepped out through the front door. There was a door there because there were things in the house to hide. Things that she was not supposed to talk about.
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The street was still, too. Everyone had stopped. She did not know what she was supposed to do about that.
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"Good evening, Channel 37 viewers. We're reporting on an ongoing situation in the Cottonwood neighborhood, between Main Street and Elm Street. A very odd incident has been reported in which everything within a certain radius has simply stopped, with the exception of a single teenage female, assumed to be the perpetrator at this point. Let me take a moment to remind our viewers that it is recommended that they stay out of the affected area, as it seems local forces crossing the threshhold are affected as well. With me here today is police representative Lieutenant John Gold. Lieutenant, can you tell us a little more about how the city police are going to handle this crisis?"
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"Certainly, Diana, thank you. As you know, we had tried sending a squad car in earlier, but once the driver passed 7th and Elm, the car just stopped - we're not able to get in contact with the officer at this point. Unfortunately, we're running out of options. That's why the current plan is to have our forces evacuate the surrounding areas as a precaution, in case this is something that can spread. We'll be working on that for the next two hours and hoping the situation resolves itself favorably - but if not, it's looking like our best option is going to be to set up a sharpshooter from a long distance away and hope that we can get this taken care of and free all those people."
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"Some might argue that this is a harsh response, how would the police department respond to that?"
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"It is harsh, but sometimes harsh responses are necessary - especially when these mutant situations pop up. The normal way of doing things can't be relied on, and it's best to act fast before things escalate. We need to remember that people are in danger, even children. We can't let this go on."
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"Thank you for coming in tonight, Lieutenant. I think we can all extend our hopes that the situation is resolved as safely and smoothly as possible. Next up, we'll move over to Andy with the weather for the next week - Andy?"
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"Certainly, Diana, thank you. As you know, we had tried sending a squad car in earlier, but once the driver passed 7th and Elm, the car just stopped - we're not able to get in contact with the officer at this point. Unfortunately, we're running out of options. That's why the current plan is to have our forces evacuate the surrounding areas as a precaution, in case this is something that can spread. We'll be working on that for the next two hours and hoping the situation resolves itself favorably - but if not, it's looking like our best option is going to be to set up a sharpshooter from a long distance away and hope that we can get this taken care of and free all those people."
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"Some might argue that this is a harsh response, how would the police department respond to that?"
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"It is harsh, but sometimes harsh responses are necessary - especially when these mutant situations pop up. The normal way of doing things can't be relied on, and it's best to act fast before things escalate. We need to remember that people are in danger, even children. We can't let this go on."
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"Thank you for coming in tonight, Lieutenant. I think we can all extend our hopes that the situation is resolved as safely and smoothly as possible. Next up, we'll move over to Andy with the weather for the next week - Andy?"