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[Seer]

<< Somethings are so primal and essential to us, the go beyond being "parts of our past...present...or even future." This is FATE or even more specific, DESTINY. Some believe we can control and alter our fate, while others believe that we are simply passengers on a collision course with fate. Either way, what becomes clear for anyone who tries to run, hide or evade their fate or destiny is that it will not be denied forever. One way or another, there WILL be a confronation and a reckoning.>>

<< zooming down through the starry night skies of Beacon Hill, through the flowing clouds, down to Hillcrest, a very posh, very PRIVATE and secluded institute for higher learning.>>

<< the school is a haven and an accreditted school for young people who are mutants.>>

<< Nighttime.>>

<< through the halls, all is silent, save perhaps for a soft breeze here and there under the soft moonlight. skies are clear.>>

<< moving slowly through, "first person perspective", a set of brown, thick wooden double doors opens up to the luxurious office of the school's head mistress, Dr. Carole Starr, Psy.D.>>

<< moving around, taking in the office & setting, it has a very regal, scholarly, yet comfortable feel to it. It is connected to one of the small class rooms by a door on a fall wall. That particular class room is where the doctor herself teaches a class for the students.>>

<< looking around slowly, we come to Dr. Starr's desk. a brief look at the plus, leather executive chair before examining the contents on the desk. A picture of her daughter, Courtney Starr sits next to a small but lush potted plant. Just behind the desk on the wall, is a large black board.>>

<< While looking, the sound of a wall mounted ornamental clock ticks. But at the stroke of midnight, it suddenly stops! Causing attention and the view to focus on it for a moment.>>

<< Soon though the view moves again, this time...toward a closet door. The door opens....and...>>

 

[Shadow Weaver]

another nightmare

<< and WHO IS Carole Starr anyway??>>

<< the closet door in the office opens. just as another door opened over 20 years ago.>>

<< FLASH>>

<< Karen & Chris rush up the stairs of their home and frantically open up Blaze's door.>>

<<GASP!>>

<< Blaze's bloody corpse, filled with multiple stab wounds. the young girl lays on the floor, in an awkward position. She's beyond their help now, but Karen can still feel the TERROR her daughter had, HEAR her screams.>>

<< the view of Blaze's body is magnified and seems to come CLOSER and CLOSER...>>

<<FLASH>>

only moments earlier
<< The original Victor family home. Upstairs. In the bedroom of Blaze Victor.>>

<< the sound of flesh being rend cut and ripped, of bone being scraped and fractured is heard. the bizarre view of a large, sharp kitchen knife rising and falling with rapid pace is seen as it plunges into the body of a young girl who was at first sitting in a chair but has now fallen to the floor.>>

<< Blaze Victor, lies dead after several seconds of painfull, bloody, knife plunging terror at the hands of her BROTHER.>>

<< in the bedroom of the sleeping blonde woman, her brown frowns and her body tenses up and twitches.>>

<< the closet door opens again...just as another door stands in view.>>

<<FLASH>>

<<Larchmont, NY. Memorial Hospital. Halloween Night 20 years ago.>>

<< a frantic, TERRIFIED young girl with blonde hair and violet eyes, wearing a hospital gown & various bandages on wounds she sustained earlier that evening stands at the security door. Banging on the glass....SCREAMING!>>

Morgan: HELPPP!!! HELP ME PLEASE! MAMA!!!! HE'S COMING FOR ME PLEASE HELPPPPP!!!

<< Alycia is the first to hear. She and Karen, who'd been frantically searching the hospital for Morgan, meet back and see her, they rush to the doors. Alycia opens it and pulls a hysterical Morgan inside.>>

Alycia: Hurry, get in!

Karen: Oh Morgan! BABY! << taking her daughter into her arms>>Mommy's HERE!

Alycia: Karen, get back!

<< The Shape comes, steady pace, not stopping, not hesitating and CRASHES through the supposedly unbreakable glass! Morgan screams and buries her head in her mother's chest as Karen stands, holding, CLUTCHING her daughter close to her in a most protective way as she covers Morgan's head with one of her hands.>>

<< The Shape closes in.>>

Alycia: I don't think so.

<< Alycia brings forth TWO semi automatic weapons. One in each hand.>>

Alycia: It's YOUR TURN to scream, ASSHOLE!

<< and with that, Alycia UNLOADS into the Shape, shooting him without restraint, without hestitation. His body is RIDDLED with bullets and finally, with a muffled, pained, cry, he FALLS backward to the floor with a hard thud....seemingly not moving.>>

<< Karen, riveted by what she's seen, clutches her sobbing daughter tightly. Alycia, glares at the Shape with an almost wicked glint in her eye.>>

<< in the bedroom, the woman flinches in her sleep, turning her head from one side to another as she exclaims short sounds of distress.>>

<< the closet door opens AGAIN and this time>>

<<FLASH>>

Karen: Oh my god, He's attacking Alycia!

Alycia: Karen, take the car and GO! Just GET OUT OF HERE!

<< Alycia pulls out another gun from her jacket, preparing to shoot him in the head, but he STABS HER in her leg with a surgical knife. the PAIN is white hot and causes her to FALL to the floor.>>

Karen: NO! I can't...i WON'T let him take ANYONE ELSE...especially not YOU! Morgan. You stay here. If I....we...don't come back, GO. FLEE and Don't look back, do you understand!?

<< He stands over her, preparing to strike a killing blow to her head when...>>

Karen: ADAM!

<< the shape looks up, fixing his eyes on his mother and slowly tilting his head.>>

Karen: That's ENOUGH. You're NOT MY SON. you're a BAD SEED. A THING OF EVIL. I should have ABORTED YOU! I won't allow you to hurt ANYONE ELSE!

<< The Shape seems transfixed by Karen and then, ALYCIA is TELEPORTED outside by MORGAN, The Shape is PISSED and starts coming toward Karen.>>

Karen: Adam...It's TIME.

<< pointing at him.>>

Karen: Hellspawn demon creature of DEATH! FIRE shall take your very BREATH!

<< swinging her arm in a clockwise motion, chimes sound off, as Karen ignites a POWERFULL spell of HELLFIRE that EXPLODES out between she and the Shape JUST as he reaches her. the blast of hellfire radiates in a ballistic pattern and the flash can be seen for several miles around.>>

Morgan: MOM!?

<< Karen reappears outside, unharmed. But as she slowly makes her way to her daughter and Alycia, Morgan exclaims.>>

Morgan: OMIGAWD MOM! He's STILL COMING!

<< all three women look with utter HORROR as the SHAPE can be seen, lumbering forward through the hellfire but as it turns out, its only for a few steps before he drops to his knees, then falls down on his face. Not moving again. the fire engulfs him and seemingly consumes him as he lays face down, motionless.>>

<< the blonde woman in the bed toss and turns & is visibly covered in sweat, breathing sharply. eyes shut tight, one hand gripping the pillow she lays on, the other one tearing at the sheet that was covering her.>>

<< the closet door in the office ONCE MORE and this time...>>

<<FLASH>>

<< she tried SO WELL to hide! She hid her identity, her secret, her daughter, herself. But he FOUND HER. SHE was hiding in the closet and now he's FOUND HER.>>

<< the SHAPE comes busting through, breathing heavily, GROWLING at some points as he catches sight of Karen cowering in the corner of the closet.>>

<< A view of Karen, drawn up on the floor, looking up at the shape, her SON.>>

<< But his eerie face, that featureless mask he wears, is now HORRIBLY BURNED and his EYES, those black soulless eyes with the terrifying glowing red irises, they BLEED, tears of blood flowing down his burnt face.>>

<< his eyes FLASH with malevolence! the view of his burned face and bleeding even eyes is all that SHE [and we] can see and it gets closer and CLOSER.>>

<< Finally, he's all the way through the door. No more barrier! No more places to go or hide! He REACHES for her and HE's GOT HER!>>

HE'S FOUND ME! HE'S GOT ME! HE'S GOT MEEEE......

<<FLASH>>


<< MORNING. Usually marked by the tone of an alarm or perhaps a bird, but today, as with so many others over these past 20 years, in THIS luxury suite, it's marked by the SCREAMS of the woman who is jolted by an all too familiar, all too REAL NIGHTMARE.>>

<< Who IS Carole Starr? Well it should be obvious now that it's KAREN VICTOR. But even a name change, can't change what haunts her so badly.>>

Carole: EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

<< her scream is primal and ear piercing. she thrashes about in her bed. Eyes still tightly shut!>>

 

[Spellbinder]

Daughter makes the scene

<< a flash of light in the hall of the suite indicates a stepping disc, and emerging from it, Courtney[Morgan] Starr. She lives elsewhere in the mansion of the posh school. But with her teleporting power, she can be anywhere she wants...in the twinkling of her eye.>>

MOM!

<< Courtney rushes into the room, to find her mother gripped with primal fear and panic from her nightmare.>>

MOM!!! Open your eyes!

<< she sits on the bed, leaning over her mother, taking hold of her.>>

MOM!!! WAKE UP!

<< Courtney shouts as Carole thrashes a bit more before FINALLY her opal blue eyes snap open!>>

....<< breathing labored, heart racing, clammy from a cold sweat.>> huh....huh....oh....oh my god.....

Mom...it's okay. It was...another nightmare. But its alright. We're still here at Hillcrest, in Beacon Hill.

ohhh..gawd. << she inhales sharply & then exhales, turning her head to the side.>> Oh....Mor...COURTNEY...honey.... << she says in a hoarse...weaker voice.>>

It'll be okay, Mom.

<< Courtney strokes some of her mother's blonde hair away from her face.>>

Would you...get me my stuff...<< swallowing hard>> please?

Yeah. okay.

<< Courtney arrives in her mother's bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. the shelves are FILLED with psychotropic drugs including anti anxiety medication, anti-panic agents, and also adderall. on the lower shelf, is a large bottle of vodka, laid on its side to fit in the cabinet. it's one of many throughout her mother's house. Carole is, among other things, a highly functional alcoholic now. >>


<< Courtney knows the routine. Which medicine for what episode be it a panic attack, heightened anxiety, distractability etc. she selects the right medicines and the right dosage, getting a bottled water and returning to her mother.>>

<< She returns to her mother's bedroom, giving her the medicine and water.>>

<< swallowing some water urgently>> th...thank you, sweetheart.

Mom...I...I hate seeing you suffer like this.

<< Courtney knows they arent allowed to use each other's REAL names, even in private like this, but as she looks upon her mother...she finds herself wondering what is the point of HIDING if you do it so well and so deeply that you lose sight of YOURSELF?>>

<< it's a question that has been churning in her mind for sometime now.>>

 

[Shadow Weaver]

Carole's suite

<< Carole clutches the water bottle tightly, having swallowed her meds and now sitting up in the bed with her knees drawn up >>

<< still breathing a bit labored>>

...don't worry honey. I'll....I'll be okay. Just like you said. It's just...another nightmare.

<< But Courtney just looked at her with a rather stonefaced expressed.>>

Thank you for helping me.

<< looking at her clock on the night stand.>>

<< sigh>>

Well...I'll have to get myself together. Another school day. Give me sometime to get ready and I'll make us both some breakfast!

That's okay....I'm not...really hungry.

Well you have to eat something dear. Don't let those magazines mislead you, it's just as nice to have even a FRACTION of meat on your bones. You're a witch, not a skeleton.

<< Carole says with an attempt at humour. But Courtney just stands. In the doorway to the bedroom. Looking cold and unmoved with her arms folded.>>

....

I'll sit with you though. There's something I wanted to talk to you about anyway.

Okay.

<< Carole says with a smile as she wraps her silk robe around her feminine form.>>

I'll meet you in the kitchen soon and we'll go from there.

<< Carole adjurns to her shower and as the water can be heard turning on, Courtney just stands there, looking as cold and unmoved as she had before. >>

 

[Spellbinder]

Her mother's kitchen

<< Eventually, she moves, making her way down to the kitchen and seating herself at the large kitchen island. She slowly slumps over, letting her head rest on the island. her face down.>>

<< Sigh>>

<< Courtney sits there. MORGAN sits there. She could go anywhere at any given moment. She could go to the otherside to the world if she wanted, but she doesnt.WHY? Why can't she just take her mother and go somewhere FAR FAR AWAY? To a place where their past wouldnt matter and they could TRULY be who they are? >>

<< she sits. right there. motionless.>>

<< sometime passes and she can hear other students outside, off in the distance as they begin to emerge from their dwellings and began the day in various ways.>>

<< most of them she despises. some she tolerates. a precious few she's found herself...interacting closely with. one in particular.>>

<< but make no mistake. whichever tier a person interacting with Morgan was located on, EVERYONE knew one thing about Courtney. Her mercurial personality and her cold presentation made her someone NOT to be trifled with.>>

<< Eventually. FINALLY.>>

<< her mother emerges.>>

 

[Shadow Weaver]

in the kitchen

<< Carole arrives in the kitchen, looking refreshed and elegant as ever.>>

Mail call.

<< walking into the kitchen, the doctor looks sharp and pristine in a blazer, pencil skirt and platform pumps, Carole hands her daughter two envelopes.>>

<< noticing her daughter's "energetic" posture, Carole looks a bit concerned.>>

Would you like some fruit? some coffee? anything?

<< Carole moves about, preparing herself a bagle with light creme cheese and some fruit.>>

no....well maybe some coffee

Caffine is not one of the food groups, dear.

Well...you offered. Besides. I kinda had a rough night last night.

Did you have trouble sleeping?

something like that... << she opens one of the envelopes.>> mom. it's a birthday card, from Alycia!

Oh how nice. See! Alycia never forgets. She's been so kind to you...to US over the years.

<< the tragedy of this otherwise, "hallmark moment" was that NEITHER of them knew that Alycia Barnett was now deceased. That card had been sent several days earlier so it would reach it's destination on time. A routine Alycia had every year since...>>

<< Carole is brewing coffee for them both at this point.>>

 

[Spellbinder]

<< Courtney reads and re-reads the card from Alycia. It has a personal greeting and it's signed by her. There's a gift inside as well. Courtney never felt comfortable about accepting gifts from Alycia. She had come to view Alycia like an AUNT, someone whom she loved and trusted. The woman helped keep her alive! saving her TWICE in one night! Although they were hiding, living a LIE in plain sight, MORGAN would never forget that. Perhaps that was the best gift of ALL.>>

It's a nice card...

<< Courtney says. Closing it up, not taking the gift out at this time.>>

Mom...speaking of "kind"...I'm wondering if you would be kind to me and do me a favor?

<< Carole pours her a cup of coffee and she makes it to her specifications.>>

What is it?

A coven of Witches I've been chatting with for several months...they're having their annual Salem Witches Ball and I'd like to go to it. I know that I'm around my..."peers" here being that we're mutants and all, but they're not like me. I'm not like THEM and they know it. We're witches and even in this day and age people act like were concubines of the devil.

<< drinking some of her coffee.>>

I get so tired of it. They're such limited hypocrates.

<< images of some of the more obnoxious students, some of whom Courtney has embarrassed or humiliated out of retaliation for their cruelty, flash across her mind at the moment and her face shows bitterness and displeasure. That's a step beyond the blank, cold expression she had an hour ago.>>

ANYWAY. Amanda Sefton, she's the high priestess of this coven. She owns her own apothecary in downtown boston which is where the ball will be. It's for WITCHES ONLY. Mom I'd love to go and enjoy this....I can get there under my own power without being seen by anyone and be back the same way!

<< Courtney said with direct and persuasive tones to her voice.>>

Mom, say yes. Let me go okay?

 

[Shadow Weaver]

<< Carole listened.>>

ANYWAY. Amanda Sefton, she's the high priestess of this coven. She owns her own apothecary in downtown boston which is where the ball will be. It's for WITCHES ONLY. Mom I'd love to go and enjoy this....I can get there under my own power without being seen by anyone and be back the same way!

<< Courtney said with direct and persuasive tones to her voice.>>

Mom, say yes. Let me go okay?

<< Carole had a soft expression on her face. Her daughter seemed to light up when mentioning the Salem Witches Ball and it did sound nice. But No. She couldnt let her daughter leave. She couldnt let her leave the safety of the school or out of her sight. not after what happened that night....>>

<<FLASH>>

<< a frantic, TERRIFIED young girl with blonde hair and violet eyes, wearing a hospital gown & various bandages on wounds she sustained earlier that evening stands at the security door. Banging on the glass....SCREAMING!>>

Morgan: HELPPP!!! HELP ME PLEASE! MAMA!!!! HE'S COMING FOR ME PLEASE HELPPPPP!!!

<< Alycia is the first to hear. She and Karen, who'd been frantically searching the hospital for Morgan, meet back and see her, they rush to the doors. Alycia opens it and pulls a hysterical Morgan inside.>>

Alycia: Hurry, get in!

Karen: Oh Morgan! BABY! << taking her daughter into her arms>>Mommy's HERE!

<< after a pause...>>

I'm sorry, Courtney, but that's just not an option.

<< getting up from the island and taking her dishes to the sink, she can FEEL the disappointment and discontentment from her daughter>>


Courtney:: MOM...why??

Because, you know the rules. You know our circumstances. We...

Courtney: Mom. We're in Beacon Hill. My POWER is the best damn personal transportation method. EVER. I'll be fine. I'll be SAFE if you'll just TRUST ME to...

I'm sorry honey, but the answer is no.

Courtney: DAD would have let me.

<< Carole's blonde, flipped hair whips as she quickly turns around to cast a disapproving glare at her daughter.

Well DAD, was a self absorbed, abusive, chain smoker with an addictive personality type.

Courtney: and YOU attracted him? Imagine that??

<< Carole rolls her eyes.>>

Ouch.

Courtney: and just think...he left you....

<< Carole's well shaped eyebrows lift and her opal blue eyes flash with anger. She SLAMS her leather attache' on the counter, catching a very unhappy and bitchy Courtney offguard.>>

Young lady, I know you get your quick wit and smart mouth from my side of the family so I'll give you a break. But POINT CHECK? You're going TOO FAR.

Courtney: No mom, I COULD be "going" to the Salem Witches Ball!

We'll you're NOT.

<< in a firm, sharp tone.>>

End of the discussion.

 

[Spellbinder]

Mother and daughter quality time

<< Courtney looks at her mother with deep displeasure. She backs off when her mother issues her warning but it doesnt change how she feels.>>

....Mom....

this is RIDICULOUS. Okay?! You're not being REASONABLE AT ALL!

<< she stands up. Bowing her head and taking a moment to breathe before exhaling slowly.>>

Look...I know today is "THE DAY."

Carole: Oh really? What day's that, Courtney?

HALLOWEEN!

Carole: << looking at her Anne Klein II watch>> Oh really? I hadn't noticed.

<< Courtney rolls her eyes. Her mother could put on a GREAT front for the students, faculty and her BOY TOY Michael Armstrong, but with HER? Not even close.>>

Look, Mom. We're through with all that. We really are. You really need to understand this is NOT a jail or a convent and I am the FURTHEST THING from a NUN. I'm a teleporter and a WITCH. YOU'RE a witch.

This celebration with that coven would HELP me, Mom.

And you've raised me to be carefull. To exercise caution and I can do that. My power allows me to escape ANYTHING or ANYONE.

The only thing I can't seem to escape right now is your lack of trust and overprotection.

<< the morning bells in the bell tower toll. It's now 8 am and students are heading to their first classes or training sessions for the day.>>

Thanks for the coffee. I'm outta here.

<< Morgan takes two steps and then a stepping disc OPENS in front of her vertically. She walks right into and TELEPORTS OUT as the discs closes behind her.>>

<< Carole is left standing there, looking perturbed at first but then looking rather hurt as she looks down at her high heels. Finally she grabs her leather attache and begins to head out. She'll make her walk across campus to the administrative offices, allowing her to survey the grounds and the students as she does each day.>>

 

[Seer]

Hillcrest - Halloween day

<< Hillcrest, a posh, secluded learning institute. licensed and accredited, it serves as a hub of knowledge, training and a personal haven for young mutants from various backgrounds. Most come from wealthy but deeply dysfunctional families.>>

<< the student body is small-to-medium and they are required to wear uniforms. some manage make subtle alterations to make the uniform a little more pesonalized.>>

<< the students are generally well behaved. they have a healthy level of respect for the faculty and the staff but the majority of them also have FEAR of their headmistress, Dr. Carole Star, Psy.D.>>

<< Dr. Starr is pleasant and even warm and reassuring but is very much the disciplinarian. very stern even SEVERE according to some. Her icy looks of disdain can be enough to wither even the most flamboyant of personalities and takes a dim view of troublemakers.

<< Case in point? Nicolas King. A tall, handsome, strapping young man. He's the ideal image of a jock and does play sports but he's also possessed of a wicked imagination and sense of humour and known as the class clown and practical joker. He can be rather mischeivious at times and he has earned the rebuke and WRATH of Dr. Starr on several occassions, enough so that most of his co-conspirators quickly reformed their ways, but not him.>>

<< This morning, He is due in her office. His AUNT, who legally adopted him following the death of his parents, will be joining them. Like Karen and Nicolas, his aunt, Dominique, is also gifted. A sorceress, similar to Karen. Her knowledge of this school and its unique offerings for children with Nicolas' status were one of the key reasons for enrolling him here, but today? Her being asked to come for this face-to-face meeting was NOT a good thing for Nicolas at all.>>

<< THAT fact was not lost on Ava Cassidine, the charming, beautiful young girl who makes "popularity" look effortless. She and Nicolas were sweet on each other and enjoying a cute courtship. She's Easily the center of any social circle, Ava has a very engaging personality. She's the daughter of a prominent business man who operates out of New York and L.A. at different times. Ava preferred to stay on the east coast and for safety as well as the unique opportunity offered at Hillcrest, her father enrolled her. She's generally positive and upbeat. Ava has found herself being a peacemaker more often than not between Courtney and students who incite her wrath with the taunting. Courtney Starr is beautifull but has a rather dark and brooding look about herself. She's known for being mercurial, unpredictable and at times violent. Even though they're ALL mutants...many students seem to be AFRAID of Courtney and "what she can do" even though she's officially classified as a time/space teleporter who can use her portals offensive/defensive. There are persistent rumours about her being a witch, using witchcraft and strange sounds/sights ocurring in her dorm apartment, which she noticeably keeps as a SINGLE and will not share with any roommate. Admittedly there have been moments where unexplainable things happened around Courtney or even when she seemed to LOOK different but no one dared question her. Still- Ava couldnt help but be intrigued by her and thus, reached out to her in genuine good will and friendship and after a while, Courtney began to respond. Finally there's Delilah Trelevan. Young like her peers, beautiful and radiant like a star in the sky. She was calm, smart, easy going and very athletic. Her parents, always supportive of her, agreed with her request to enroll here to get a better understanding of her powers and how to use them as well as the excitement and challenge of learning/competing alongside fellow mutants. She and Ava became friends almost immediately but she never expected to meet someone like Courtney, but somehow, Courtney seemed to respond most warmly and positively to HER and thus, a friendship was made. But the more Delilah learned about Courtney and observed of her, the more she began to suspect, FEEL that Courtney was under a great pressure. This was almost ALWAYS confirmed during the icy, tense moments of interaction between Courtney and ice queen headmistress Carole. Everyone knew they were mother and daughter- but their dynamic...it was unlike anything they'd seen before. The only ones who dared talk about it amongst themselves were Ava, Nicolas and Delilah.>>

<< This morning, the topic of conversation between them was Nicolas, who was absent from their normal gathering spot as he was already summoned to Dr. Starr's office for a serious meeting following a pre-halloween prank of his that did not go over quite so well with his target NOR Dr. Starr.>>

<< As the two girls sat on a stone bench under the tree in the commons area, they also spoted Courtney, who was walking solitude as usual. Others around her made it a point to move away. She didnt care. If anything she seemed to LIKE it that way. That is until a group of rowdy boys tried giving her a hard time and the suddenly found themselves falling into a stepping disc and being dropped into the POOL in the center courtyard, bringing forth laughter and also shock from onlookers.>>

<< Ava and Delilah looked on, wondering when would people learn not to try Courtney and when would NICOLAS stop provoking Dr. Starr's wrath! Today of all day's it seemed especially bad.>>

 

[Persephone]

It was a beautiful sunny morning at Hillcrest--the temperature in the mid 70's with not an ounce of wind on the campus. It was, of course, all because of Ava Cassadine. The spectrum of her powers were still unknown, however she was easily one of the most powerful mutants at Hilcrest; her friends Delilah, Nicolas, and Courtney ranking up there with her as well. Sitting cross legged on the stone bench donned as "the popular rock" by other students, Ava was undoubtedly the most popular girl in school. Not by choice really...it just sorta happened. But she wasn't the typical snobby mean girl, in fact, she got along with pretty much everyone--INCLUDING Courtney Starr.

Speaking of which....Ava happened to take a break from texting Nicolas to see Courtney walking alone down the cobblestone path towards class. The brunette had been chatting with one of her best friends Delilah about Nicolas and how he might not be able to go to the huge Halloween party because of his latest prank. Ava was pissed, Nicolas found it amusing...another day in the life at Hilcrest. But all that was put on pause as Courtney teleported a few guys into the giant fountain across the courtyard. With a big smile, she jumped up from her seat and jogged over.

Ava wasn't one to intentionally cause trouble at school, however numerous times she was sent to Dr. Starr's office because of her school uniform alterations. Dr. Starr would say her skirt is too short, she HAD to wear white button down tops instead of her cute white t-shirts, and her tie was sloppy looking. The only thing she didn't pick on were her white knee high stockings. Obviously she didn't understand fashion. However as far as Dr. Starr's perception of Ava's uniform was concerned, it went in one ear and out the other--case as point, her uniform was still the same this morning. As she jogged over to Morgan, more than a few male heads turned hoping to catch a glimpse up her short skirt, however no such luck. Approaching Courtney, Ava put her arm around her friend and shooed the other students away who were still laughing at what she did.

"Move it along people! The shows over there! [gesturing to the fountain where the boys were pissed and soaking wet] Lets go!"

The crowd began to disperse; some heading over to the fountain while others headed to class. With a smile, Ava released her grip from Courtney and walked along with her to the stone bench.

"You look particularly pissy this morning. What's up?"

 

[Spellbinder]

Hillcrest courtyard

<< Courtney stood over the boys that just been dropped into the pool by her. Between their embarrassment, coughing, sputtering and audible anger, Courtney simply stared, standing with her hands on her hips.>>

Take care, assholes. Next time it might be the ATLANTIC OCEAN.


<< Her blonde hair flowed slightly in the gentle wind generated by Ava. One moment she looked utterly grim, the next she seemed to flash a truly DEMONIC gleaming smile and her face was enshrouded in shadow as she promised to send them to the Atlantic ocean. The look was BRIEF but still bizarre to behold. People wondered how it was possible. But then again, this WAS Courtney and strange things were known to happen around her.>>

<< other onlookers offer their analysis of the situation...quietly though, so as not to be heard BY Courtney of course.>>


Student: Look at her! Did you see her just then? She looks utterly DEMONIC.

Student 2: What do you expect? All those rumours about her being a witch? I think they're true! all those strange sounds and flashes of light coming from her room at odd hours?

<< Courtney had heard all this stuff before. She didnt care. It only served to make her MAD. These hypocrates. She was SOOOO tired of this place and the majority of these people. She was TIRED of "COURTNEY".>>

<< Annually, around this time of year, Courtney seemed to have a particularly difficult time of things, which usually resulted in a few (whether truly ignorant or foolish enough) who tried her getting their asses handed to them.>>

<< Was it because of her rumoured status as a witch and it being halloween, a time of year when witches were portrayed in a stereotypical way? If only that WERE the root of the matter. Still- Neither Ava nor Delilah could CONFIRM the rumours of Courtney being a witch. They hadn't seen anything DIRECTLY and Courtney wasnt known for slumber parties or gatherings in her apartment. Ava, Delilah and Nicolas had become VERY familiar with the front door of her place and only seen glimpses of the immediate inside but that was it. They noted, however, that she never DENIED being a witch either.>>


<< She was wrapped up in her thoughts when suddenly she felt a touch. Her icy violet eyes widen as she quickly turns to see WHO dares to touch her, only to find a familiar and friendly face.>>

"Move it along people! The shows over there! [gesturing to the fountain where the boys were pissed and soaking wet] Lets go!"

The crowd began to disperse; some heading over to the fountain while others headed to class. With a smile, Ava released her grip from Courtney and walked along with her to the stone bench.

"You look particularly pissy this morning. What's up?"

<< Allowing Ava to lead her away, Courtney walks along and soon Ava removes her grip.>>

<< scoffing with annoyance.>>

I wake up...surrounded by a bunch of naive, pampered marshmallows.

<< she says with icy contempt>>

Have some of them LOOKED in a mirror lately? Their mutations are physically obvious and that can be a problem out in the public among the FLATSCANS but they DARE to criticize me over something they know NOTHING about! [her being a witch]


<< Observing courtney alongside Courtney alongside Ava was like night and day. Courtney was blonde, Ava brunette. Ava smiled, Courtney scowled. Ava could litteraly make the weather seem pleasant. Courtney could lower the temperature in the room as soon as she walked in.>>

<< Ava had made alterations to her uniform, which earned her consistent scolding from Dr. Starr and rave reviews from the boys, especially Nicolas. Courtney, showcasing her emerging talent and flare for arts as a designer, had changed HER uniform as well. Her uniform, at first glance seemed SLIGHTLY more "conservative" than Ava's- being that it was a three piece ensemble but the cut, color scheme, overall look and accessories- particularly the cleavage bearing top, short skirt, fishnet stockings and high heels added to the dark reputation Courtney had.>>


<< Boys, including Nicolas enjoyed the view...something that hardly mattered to Courtney. She was just expressing how she felt...DARK and edgy.>>

<< as they walked together and reached Delilah, Courtney finally spat out what else was REALLY pissing her off.>>

There's this place...this gathering that I want...NEED to go to tonight. It's in Boston, but with my teleporting power, I can get there and back with no problem!

But my warden mother won't let me go.

ONCE AGAIN...I'm all but LOCKED DOWN in this play pen of smurfs and it PISSES ME OFF TO NO END!

<< Delilah and Ava watched as Courtney FUMED.>>

<< Courtney wasnt immediately aware of the small, private party Ava had been planning. Most of the students were going on weekend retreat, but there were those "hillcrest remains" who for whatever reason were choosing or had to stay behind. With Nicolas' impending disciplinary action, Ava suspected HE wouldnt be able to go, so she had decided to plan something else for her little group instead.>>

 

[MorningStar]

"...he needs to stop treating you like this, I mean, did he even consider YOUR feelings at all?"

Delilah paused the game of Call of Duty she was playing on her phone and took a sip of the Diet Coke sitting next to her on the stone bench (through a straw, of course). Delilah didn't feel the need to drastically alter her uniform - she looked good in anything D). The crisp white long sleeve Oxford was unbuttoned at the top, the skirt was shortened a little, and she was wearing the tie as a belt, but that was pretty much it. Her long wavy blonde hair was in a wild loose mane down her back. She had her feet pulled up, not looking at Ava as she talked about Nicolas. Delilah had actually thought Nicolas' prank was pretty frickin' hysterical, but Ava didn't, and she was upset, and it was Delilah's job as her friend to comfort her. And, after all, he was about to ruin Ava's weekend plans by getting himself in trouble yet again. Boyfriend needed to learn how to NOT get caught.

Suddenly Ava was up and Delilah turned her head. Several incredibly stupid boys found themselves in the pool. Delilah almost spit Diet Coke all over herself. Courtney projected this cold heartless exterior, but to Delilah she was just strong-willed, and she liked her. And Ava liked her, and that in and of itself would have been enough for Delilah. They had been best friends since she had arrived here at the school. Sometimes Delilah felt bad that she seemed to be the only one who DIDN'T have problems at home. Like right now.

There's this place...this gathering that I want...NEED to go to tonight. It's in Boston, but with my teleporting power, I can get there and back with no problem!

Delilah put her phone away and got up as Ava and Courtney returned. Delilah knew Courtney's mom was really strict, professionally and at home. She turned her mouth into a pout.

"Well...maybe she'll change her mind. Try asking her again - no one's at their happiest first thing in the morning. Maybe she'll let you go if you tell her we'll be there with you, so you won't be alone?"

She smiled up at Morgan. She really wanted the girl to be able to do this - she seemed to want it so badly, and she seemed to be forever being told by her mom that she couldn't do something. For no apparent reason, in Delilah's view.

"But in any case...if you can't go...there's always Ava's party. Tell her, Av."

 

[Seer]

Hillcrest- Headmistress' Office

<< Ava and Delilah conversed with Courtney. The dynamic of these three was unusual and the subject of gossip. It seemed Courtney despised or flat out hated EVERYONE and yet she was tolerant, even friendly with Ava and curiously showed a softer, human side with her best friend Delilah. These two had earned her TRUST.>>

<< Nicolas, on the other hand, was a bit different. His jock and pranking ways had brought him into direct confrontation with Courtney on several occassions. To this day, he maintains that she pulled him into a disc and "dragged him to HELL"[Limbo], looking like a "demon queen". But he had no proof. After that, along with a stern talking to from Ava and Delilah, Nicolas backed off and began to be nice to Courtney. Like most others, he didnt know QUITE what to make of her, but he was sure now there was more to her than her status as a "time/space teleporter.>>

<< Delilah and Ava BOTH reminded him that they were ALL different in their own way and that part of being at this school was to find common ground and even friendship. Nicolas soon saw that Courtney was more like a mysterious flower that was intriguing to look at but had thorns and poison to keep those that would do it harm away.>>

<< What was it about her? or her MOTHER for that matter, who was just as intimidating and at times utterly SEVERE. The trio all wondered, but only DELILAH had started to get a closer view of the tremendous burden Courtney seemed to carry.>>

<< MEANWHILE...The posh office of Dr. Carole Starr, Psy.D.>>

<< Nicolas sat in Dr. Starr's office. His seat was near a window and beyond the leafy branches of a tree just outside the window, he happened to have a view , distant as it was, of Ava, Delilah and Courtney gathered together at "popular rock". He couldnt help but smirk a bit as he gazed at Ava, his sweetie. Delilah and Courtney were plenty beautiful as well but Courtney was utterly unavailable and it was unconscionable for Nicolas to think of trying to hit on Delilah, one of Ava's best friends.>>

<< His gaze and errant thoughts were soon interrupted by the sharp tone of Dr. Starr.>>

<< She, along with his aunt, the elegant, sultry chanteuse, Dominique Deveraux were here for a meeting to discuss Nicolas' behavior and the disciplinary action required.>>

<< Nicolas had been the object of Dr. Starr's disapproval before, but lately, that disapproval had turned into WRATH. He just didnt seem to know when to quit. This latest prank was especially over the top and had crossed a line. One that even drew the attention of law enforcement and so, Sergeant Detective Michael Armstrong, the liason between Dr. Starr and Boston PD was present.>>

<< Nicolas was in for it this time.>>

 

[Rampage]

Hoo boy.

You would think that a little Lithium dropped into the chemistry teacher's experiment and the resulting explosion would be no big deal. But it was apparently. And so he was in damage control mode. Even Mike Armstrong, the local cop who was ABSOLUTELY hitting Dr. Starr on the regular was involved.

He looked outside at the trio of friends conversing. All of them fine, but he focused on Ava, sexy as hell and all his. He needed to make this work or the dance would be out and she would be unhappy. And so, he teleported in a vase of flowers, put on his winningest smile and strolled over to the group discussing his future as he heard Carol's voice rise. He was smooth a silk, speaking quickly before anyone could react.

Good morning all. These are for you Dr. Starr, MY you look lovely this morning. And auntie!! It is good to see you again. Look, I see no need for us to waste valuable time and energy on what was a generally harmless childhood prank. I am CERTAIN that all of you have things you look back on and laugh about now. I meant no harm and no permanent damage was done. I cleaned it all up, it is all better... and so I throw myself on the extremely well-dressed mercy of the court. My bad...ma'am.

So here he was, 1 part smooth, 1 part charming, 1 part brilliant...yet 3 parts infuriatingly cocksure and impishly clever...Nicolas King.

 

[Persephone]

Delilah: "Well...maybe she'll change her mind. Try asking her again - no one's at their happiest first thing in the morning. Maybe she'll let you go if you tell her we'll be there with you, so you won't be alone?"

"Dr. Starr change her mind? That's like asking a leopard to change their spots. Not going to happen."

Realizing what she said sounded kinda harsh, Ava looked over at Courtney and gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry!"

However all three of them knew what Ava said was true. Dr. Starr was by far the strictest woman she had ever met. She always seemed so tense....like if she made one false move the entire world would come crashing down. And that definitely showed in her parenting skills towards Courtney. Ava liked Courtney, A LOT. She marched to her own parade and didn't give a flying fuck what others thoughts of her. However, if Dr. Starr would loosen the reigns just a bit, maybe Courtney would be less hostile....or maybe smile sometimes? Regardless, Ava shrugged.

"Well, like you said, you DO have the best transportation a person could ask for. Tell you mom you're studying with me and go to your gathering. If she gets all weirdly suspicious, i'll call you, and you can transport back before she even knows your gone."

Delilah: "But in any case...if you can't go...there's always Ava's party. Tell her, Av."

"Yeah! I'm having a little Halloween party of my own, exclusive invites only. So if you decide your gathering is lame, you're totally invited to this. Dressing up is optional, but of course recommended. And don't worry, none of those idiots [the other classmates] are invited. Just us, Nicolas, and any other boys you decide make the cut. I already told Delilah she HAS to invite that Alcide boy from defense class. His eyes practically fall out when she walks into the room."

With a small giggle, Ava sits back down on the stone bench and picks up Delilah's diet coke and steal a sip from it.

 

[Shadow Weaver]

In her office

<< Dr. Starr was seated at her executive desk in her suit. She looked elegant and quite stern as she eyed Nicolas unwaveringly.>>

<< Nicolas was seated on the opposite side of the executive desk and to the right, near a window, where clearly his attention was drawn to something or rather some GIRLS outside.>>

<< Dominique Deveraux, Nicolas' aunt and adoptive legal guardian, a successfull chanteuse and business woman, was also in attendance, seated to the left.>>

<< Michael Armstrong was seated at Carole's 10 o'clock, just a hair behind her and in uniform.>>

He was smooth a silk, speaking quickly before anyone could react.

Good morning all. These are for you Dr. Starr, MY you look lovely this morning. And auntie!! It is good to see you again. Look, I see no need for us to waste valuable time and energy on what was a generally harmless childhood prank. I am CERTAIN that all of you have things you look back on and laugh about now. I meant no harm and no permanent damage was done. I cleaned it all up, it is all better... and so I throw myself on the extremely well-dressed mercy of the court. My bad...ma'am.

<< Carole continued to glare at Nicolas and Dominique slowly turned to look at him, shaking her head to the negative.>>

<< Finally he finished. Carole leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands, "steepling" her index fingers under her chin.>>

<< speaking in a clear, icy tone>>

You have the ARROGANCE to sit here and think YOU can dictate the course or tone of this conversation?

Something you never have quite come to understand, Mr. King, is that you do NOT get to carry on as YOU often do AND dictate OTHERS response to it. ESPECIALLY not myself, the HEADMISTRESS of this school.

We have policies in place in the interest of a calm, consistent, SECURE environment that will promote maximum learning opportunity and foster calm, RESPECTFUL relationships among the students and students to staff and vice versa. MOST of our students demonstrate their understanding of Hillcrest's standard code of conduct and adhere to that. There are those that will waiver from time to time and a reminder or some minor disciplinary action is required to get them back on course.

<< suddenly leaning forward and SLAMMING a paper weight on the desk.>>

and then there's YOU!

<< standing up, Dr. Starr moves to a tall file cabinet nearby, opens a drawer and retrieves a THICK file, slamming it down on the desk right in front of Nicolas.>>

You're disciplinary file reads like a manuscript from HELL.

<< Now walking slowly about.>>

You have caused multiple instance of commotion, chaos and DISTRESS, not to mention damaged property, which your AUNT has reimbursed us for time and again.

Your most RECENT stunt in the Chem lab with Dr. Mccoy was grounds for IMMEDIATE expulsion, but the good doctor went to bat for you and I stayed my hand. Ms. Deveraux once AGAIN covered the cost of your foolish, DESTRUCTIVE antics but THAT, my dear young man is NOT why you're here today. You're here TODAY because you've crossed a line. One that your self imagined swagger and charm will NOT get you out of.

<< turning to Michael.>>

Officer Armstrong, if you would please...

<< The large, well built man nods and leans forward, placing an marked evidence bag on the desk and sliding it forward for Nicolas and Dominique to see.>>

Do you recognize the contents of this bag, Mr. King?

It is the costume YOU wore when you attempted to scare and terrorize several students over the past 48 hrs. You're idea of an ongoing halloween joke to...."keep people on their toes. keep them GUESSING" as It was reported you saying?

<< Standing back behind her desk, now directly across from Nicolas, she places her hands on the desk and leans forward a bit, looking quite pissed.>>

HARRASSMENT or even the PRETENSE of it is FORBIDDEN in Hillcrest's code of conduct. Moreover, your choosing to adopt the appearence of an INFAMOUS sociopathic mass murderer who murdered over a dozen people in a town called WOODSBORO not too far from here!?

<< she grabs the bag and holds it QUITE close to Nicolas' face.>>

THIS ISNT A JOKE. This was CRUEL and TASTELESS!

Are you AWARE that one of the students you TERRORIZED in this costume LOST A FRIEND in the massacre caused by the KILLER originally behind this mask? The student whom you frightened had a PANIC attack and had to be taken to the infirmary, Mr. King. Did you know THAT?


Your FLAGRANT disregard for the feelings, SAFETY and well being of other students and your CONTINUED attempts at disruption and mayhem have GONE TOO FAR!

I am NOW at the point where I am once again prepared to EXPELL YOU AND I have REPORTED this incident to the Boston PD.

I have reached the END of my tolerance and limit with you, Mr. King. I am now prepared to have you taken into police custody to satisfy the demand of the parents of the girl who is now requiring MEDICAL attention thanks to your latest stunt AND because you have continued to show no regard for Hillcrest's standards and code of conduct, I am also going to recommend immediate expulsion.

<< Michael and Dominique were expecting Carole to come down on Nicolas but even THEY were taken aback by the force and the ANGER behind Carole's voice and presentation. They had NO IDEA what ELSE was driving her on this matter BESIDES the obvious tackiness of it.>>

<< They had no idea that she and her daughter - who werent even using their real names at this time- had been stalked and terrorized by a derranged killer who donned a mask as well.>>

I'm recommending you be labeled as a STALKER and that your file be flagged with notations about borderline personality disorder and propensity for wreckless if not VIOLENT behavior.

 

[Rampage]

Nicolas sat back, amazed, as Dr. Starr went about like a mad woman. She was screaming about him wearing a Halloween mask as if that would be some issue. She was in his face, roaring about arrests and having him marked as a stalker. He sat stonefaced as she went on and then, after she was done, he chuckled. His chuckle then became a full-throated laugh.

Are you SERIOUS?! You are actually freaking out because around Halloween, some kids wear masks, play pranks and startle people?You are actually attempting to tie this to some killer from back the day as well. You know, Serial Killers wear pants and I wear pants, why aren't you mad about that? Should I hold my breath because we all know mysterious killers breathe as well? This is bogus. I get the classroom disruption though Dr. McCoy had a sense of humor about it, but this mask crap? Seriously? You have GOT to be kidding me.

Nicolas looks to his aunt and to Officer Armstrong, who he sees is not on board with all of this. He presses his momentary advantage in that regard.

I sincerely hope my aunt is prepared to fight this, this injustice. I am certain that while your anger over the classroom disruption is warranted, I consider the Halloween issue to be an overreaction. Since when is celebrating a holiday a crime Mr. Armstrong?

 

[Spellbinder]

Hillcrest courtyard

<< Courtney continued to stand, rigid. But her agression and anger from moments earlier were subsiding now in the presence of two of the only friends she had here.>>

<< bitterness remained though, as she remarked on her mother.>>

<< Delilah offered sympathy and encouragement. Courtney looked down at her own high heels.>>

"Well...maybe she'll change her mind. Try asking her again - no one's at their happiest first thing in the morning.

HAH!

<< suddenly exhaling with an odd laugh/exclamation.>>

You don't know the half of it.

<<FLASH!>>

<< Early morning. Carole screaming from another bad nightmare.>>

Courtney: MOM!

<< Courtney rushes into the room, to find her mother gripped with primal fear and panic from her nightmare.>>

MOM!!! Open your eyes!

<< she sits on the bed, leaning over her mother, taking hold of her.>>

MOM!!! WAKE UP!

<< Courtney shouts as Carole thrashes a bit more before FINALLY her opal blue eyes snap open!>>

"happy" and morning...noon...night don't mesh well where my mother is concerned. EVER.

<< Delilah suggests Carole could change her mind and maybe Courtney should try again.>>

<< Courtney just stands there. Silent.>>

"Dr. Starr change her mind? That's like asking a leopard to change their spots. Not going to happen."

Realizing what she said sounded kinda harsh, Ava looked over at Courtney and gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry!"

<< Courtney waves her hand dismissively.>>

Please. You havent heard what I have to say about her.

<< Ava offers a solution. Perfect cover too. Courtney should take it. Maybe she WILL...but first...>>

You guys...

<< her voice changes and for this moment...she sounds less cold and more...vulnerable. their kindness and care...it got to her again. it got past her walls and touched her cold heart.>>

<< she had another one of her IMPULSES again. The impulse to try something CRAZY like OPEN UP to the two who had actually earned her trust. If she could just say SOMETHING...ANYTHING. It would take even a LITTLE of the burden and the pressure off. But NO. She couldn't...she should NOT. She and her mother had identities to protect and her mother had DRILLED that into her head. Would THEY understand? YES, she is a witch. YES, she's not really Courtney, she's MORGAN and she's been in hiding for 20 years b/c of her mass murdering brother that no one is quite certain if he's DEAD!?>>
....

<< she pauses>>

<< Ava and Delilah were everything SHE wasnt. They had seemingly NORMAL lives. They were HAPPY and WELL ADJUSTED! It was a safe bet that NEITHER ONE was living under an assumed identity or had an infamous family history that included a sociopathic mutant brother who was a murdering monster.>>

<< Their whole attitude and outlook on things was such much BRIGHTER than Courtney's but the thing was...Courtney wanted that and knew she could be like that too. But the FEAR, the survivor's guilt, the FEAR ...largely carried on by her MOTHER who was totally overrun with it. the STRAIN and estrangement growing between she and her mother. She was growing apart from her mother and the tighter Carole tried to hold on to her, the closer Courtney came to a full on rebellion. When that happened...secrets and protocall be DAMNED. She would be FREE and have the life she wanted...the life she DESERVED.>>

<< her voice returns to its "usual" tone>>

...Nevermind. It...it's the wrong time.

Thanks for the invite. I'll get back to you later this afternoon, k?

<< Courtney quickly turns her head from them and covers her face with her arm. The catch only a glimpse of her shutting her eyes tightly as if she were in pain or distress before she takes a step to the side and a stepping disc opens verticle at a slight angle and she steps into it, disappearing as it closes and she teleports away to class.>>

 

[Isis]

Hillcrest- conference

[Dominique took in everything. She'd had a precursor over the phone with Dr. Starr so she knew about the chem lab and that there was something else but THIS? Dominique exhaled in disbelief as she bowed her head, placing her hand on her forehead.]

[ Her nephew, dressed up as an infamous murdering sociopath, scaring..."pranking" students...and one of them was directly effected by the killer who originated this image and was now in the hospital. ]

[ Dominique was MORTIFIED and now her nephew was laughing!? Carole and Mike probably thought she was absolutely INEPT as a caretaker or mother figure to this boy.]

SILENCE!

[ Dominique shouted in utter rebuke of her brazen, flipant nephew as she SMACKS him in the back of his head]

Did you NOT hear what Dr. Starr said? You're PRANK put a young girl in the HOSPITAL. Someone whose life was directly impacted by the killer who originated that image YOU wore for your little halloween JOKE and you dare to LAUGH!?

That is NOT how i raised you, boy! DON'T TALK AGAIN until you are ASKED to do so, is that clear!?

[ Dominique holds her hand up for EVERYONE to give her a moment. its an unconscious "diva on the stage" move that she's known for doing but the reason for it is quite genuine.]

[ shaking her head in disbelief]

Alright.

[speaking in a crystal clear tone and diction]

Dr.Starr, first, thank you for contacting me prior to this meeting so that I could be here. I have raised and cared for my nephew since he was an orphaned infant. I have maintained a very close, active role in my nephew's life and activities. I am also invested in his education...beyond the financial aspect. As ANY decent parental figure should be for his/her child.

As I've told you before, Nicolas was NOT raised in an environment where violence, disrespect of authority or foolishness are condoned or tolerated.

My sincere apologies on behalf of his POOR judgement and lack of tact. I also extend my apology and sympathy to the family of the student who was hospitalized behind all of this. If possible, I would like to be put in contact with them. I know that it can't possibly undue the damage or psychic trauma done but I will certainly cover ALL medical and related expenses if that will help alleviate the familie's overall burden. If there's anything else that I can do, please let them know.

[ relaxing just a bit from her previous state of emotion, Dominique sits back in her chair, crossing her legs at the knee, her purse resting in her lap]

Dr. Starr, I must also express my deep apology to you personally once again for my nephew's behavior. I realize your position as headmistress requires you to be available to ALL students and faculty on this campus and to have to devote an excessive amount of time on any one student- especially for BEHAVIORAL problems- it must leave a bad taste in your mouth.

That being said, I still must OBJECT to your having my nephew arrested and charged with stalking and harrassment. As well as flagging his premanent record with notations of a personality disorder. These are things that will follow him indifinitely and in today's post 9/11 world...could negatively impact him in any number of ways.