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<i>Okay. I think I'm hitting a brick wall here, thought Ever.</i></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Ever should have never mentioned his clothes, because by doing so he opened up a proverbial Pandora's box. Britta was going on and on about <i>Herr Augustin,</i> whom he assumed was Klaus, mentioning that they appeared to be the same size. <br/>
</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px">OMG! I definitely don't want his fucking clothes. I want mine! I want to go....home. Ever mused.<br/>
</span></span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Ever thought that a subject change would make the conversation better, at least to take the embarrassed expression off Britta's face.  Like Britta, Ever had difficulty understanding. He was familiar with other Romance languages, just not German. Her colorful accent was mixed with words like <i>Herr, Meister</i> and some <i>meine's.</i> His plan was to place an emotional plea out there in an attempt to connect with Britta's feminine sensitivity. In order to accomplish that, he had to volunteer some information about himself so she would see he wasn't just trying to manipulate her for information about his captors.<br/>
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<b>"Danke? That's all?" </b>the timbre of his voice lifting in pitch at the brevity of the German word for<i> thank you.</i> <br/>
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<b>"Dutch-land? Is that Germany?"</b> he asked.<br/>
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Britta beamed with excitement after she realized that she had an opportunity to teach Ever some of her native language. Ever knew that it was probably a long shot to test her loyalty to the twins based on the answers she provided. He quickly discovered that Britta was wired only to follow Klaus and Magnus' orders and offer nothing more than abject submission to their whims. Regardless of the fact, Ever would gladly inform Britta that she was now complicit  to the crime the Augustin brothers were guilty of. After Britta placed an apostrophe on the end of her reply as she informed Ever why he couldn't go home to change into his own clothing, that was the moment when Ever Kasala completely lost his shit.<br/>
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<b>"I'm sorry for embarrassing you earlier, Britta. I was being sarcastic, and it was a sorry attempt on my behalf to try and make light of a horrible situation. You can't really blame me for reacting this way when everything around me is TOTALLY wrong. I am a Principal dancer for the Pacific Northwest Ballet, I have to keep my body conditioned for every single practice, rehearsal, and performance. Do you understand?"</b><br/>
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Ever paused for a moment to gather his thoughts, before continuing.<br/>
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<b>"You see, I'm not supposed to be in this</b> <i>manor far away from the city, lost in a forest, </i><b>Britta. I'm supposed to be with my family in Fremont right now. I have a pretty decent life away from here, and your <i>Herr</i> and <i>Meister</i> whatever the fuck they are-- took me away from that. Which would make you an accessory to their crime. I guess you'll realize that when the cops show up here to arrest you, Klaus and Magnus."</b><br/>
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When Ever first began talking, he sounded okay. But Britta's mention of her mother reminded him of his family and his voice began to thicken with emotion.<br/>
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<b>"Your </b><i>mutter?</i> <b>Mother you mean? I have a mother, she loves me very much. I also have a father that loves me too. Their names are Saraya and Sorrel Kasala. They're looking for me Britta. My brother and sister are probably worried sick about me because I didn't show up for the weekend. I idolize my big brother Moon. My sister, Ladybug loves to watch me dance."</b><br/>
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Ever's vivid olive colored eyes filled with tears, nose becoming congested and red compared to the rest of his handsome face. Reaching for the napkin that was still folded on his food tray, he pressed the square of fabric to his face to blot away the tears. It seemed that Ever's attempt to elicit sympathy from Britta completely backfired, making him more  stressed out and emotional than he had intended. </span></span><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Unfortunately, all of the emotions churning inside him had finally converged along with his latent abilities. <br/>
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Ever's growing anger and frustration grew exponentially after he felt his concerns were disregarded. The metaphysical energy suddenly morphed into a shockwave of epic proportions. As Ever stared at the surface of the coffee left over in his cup, he noticed its liquid surface was rippling, as if a gentle breeze was blowing over it. Without further warning, an uncontrollable wave of time shifting energy radiated from Ever at full blast. Sharpened blades that were part of Klaus' weapons collection, hummed with the vibration of a tremblor that shook the antique display cabinet. </span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
As the rattling of the knives in the display continued to grow more violent, Ever's bedside table began to jump along with the breakfast tray on top as if a freight train was passing through the room. The entire manor shuddered with the release of Ever's untamed energy, filling the chamber with a garbled grinding sound that made him anxiously clutch the post on the bed for support. His gaze focused on that of Britta, as her features blurred at the edges like an old movie. <br/>
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Or like a movie on a video recorder set in reverse.<br/>
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Looking down at his sheet encased body, Ever appeared clear as day. <i>Why am I not blurry like her? he wondered.</i> <br/>
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While watching Britta, all activity from his outburst -- from their last conversation together to the time she entered the room with his coffee, was acted out in reverse order. Ever's jaw dropped in complete shock. He tried to talk but couldn't, but he could move normally as he followed Britta from the side of the bed to the door from which she entered the room he was in. Her hand slid along the door jamb at a hidden notch, and as she moved away Ever took a closer peek at the door's strange locking mechanism. It looked like a cypher lock, without any buttons.<br/>
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He decided to place his hand against the spot where hers had been, and all of a sudden a chirping alarm sounded off, which startled him so badly that the displaced energy for the time shift started dissipating. Those events that had been moving in reverse order, now resumed normal sequence. Consequently, Britta's features were growing less blurry and more clear-- just as Ever saw himself.  Reaching the moment in time when Britta had left the door and started walking towards the bed with a cup of coffee in her hand, Ever attempted to hurriedly slip past her moving form, nearly tripping over the ruffled edge of the sheet in the process. <br/>
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The door alarm was still loudly blaring and his half-empty cup of coffee was still on the breakfast tray where he left it. <br/>
</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Shit.</span></span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Ever thought Britta would more than likely wonder why she had brought him a second cup of coffee when he hadn't yet finished the first cup.  Plus the door alarm was blaring nonstop, and she was clearly inside the room. It was obvious that there was a discrepancy with the two cups. Ever didn't know how the door mechanism worked, but it had been wired in such a way that the only way the alarm could go off was if someone with unauthorized access placed their finger on the pad.<br/>
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The explosive energy he released had now faded completely. <br/>
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Britta now resumed her normal mannerisms and movement.<br/>
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Even if he hid the cup, the alarm going off would get her attention quickly, if not her employers.<br/>
</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Klaus.<br/>
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Magnus.</span></span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Ever suddenly felt a sense of dread.</span></span>