<span style="font-style: italic">Mavis woke in a black space strewn with application forms. Out of habit, she turned from side to side to look for her blazer. It was not there, she frowned as she noticed a swivel chair before a desk. She took a seat, apprehensive about what was about to happen.</span>Miss Lee, the report.<span style="font-style: italic">A thick file skidded towards her and she picked it up instinctively, nearly not noticing that the person who threw it was also herself, only that her other self seemed to wear a even more... professional air, and a signet ring of the Executors on her finger. Mavis frowned at the sight but opened the file and continued reading though slightly disturbed at the sight of herself.</span><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">With the extinction of all Serpentile, the Reapers have begun relief efforts to secure the remaining five thousand of humanity.Â <br/><br/>Mavis (AKA Four) was selected to head the operation. They were to be moved from the high-danger zones into the lower-danger zones. The first step was to move all survivors to Japan where the air was clearer from the fumes of war via ship.<br/><br/>Due to hygiene concerns, they were split into two ships. One with two hundred, the other with three hundred. However, nothing ever went as planned. The high acidity levels created holes in the two ships. I chose to save the majority over the minority but then the two hundred kidnapped me and demanded that I repair their ship first.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mavis could not believe the choice of action which was taken.<br/><br/>Gunshots filled the air, she was now standing on the ship, blood stained the deck, bodies were everywhere, ice was laced with blood.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Action Taken</span><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">I killed the two thousand. It was wiser to kill off the destructive behaviour which endangered the survivability of the human race as a whole.Â <br/><br/>Additional transport vehicles were sent to rescue the three hundred from their damaged vessel. One hundred in one, two hundred in the other. Once again, holes have opened in the two vessels, this time, I chose to repair the ship with two thousand. After completion of the repairs, I was informed by a junior Reaper that the ship with a hundred was already damaged beyond repair. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mavis's pupils contracted as she read the next lines.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Action Taken</span><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">I deemed that the thousand's lives were already lost as other transports were still on their way. I had multiple explosives to be detonated and mercy-kill the hundred from the unnecessary suffering.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mavis stumbled as the sea was rocked by a deafening blast. She had to see her other self. And as though the world had sensed her thoughts, she was back behind the desk. She pushed herself up, ignoring the fact that the person before her shared the same features as herself. "Is that your excuse? You killed the minority to save the majority? You could at the very least try to help instead of killing them off! I cannot believe this, you were to handle the last of humanity's survivors and you just kill them without any deliberation?! What the hell!" She exclaimed, throwing the file onto the oaken desk, spilling the numerous pages into the once-tidy oaken platform. Her other self did not look disturbed at the slightest, in fact, she seemed quite smug about the whole thing.</span>Â<br/><br/>Miss Lee, you have yet to sign to confirm that you have examined this report.Â<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mavis snarled, "Be gone. You will get my signature after I have decided what I will do with you."</span><br/><br/>The real Mavis would have done that. Who are you? You are not her. You're not an Executor, you have been chained by your so-called morality and now, you will never achieve your goal.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"No." Mavis snarled. She was standing up, her chest heaving, cold beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead.</span><br/><br/>So if I were to say... You had to kill every single student in your class... it would be an easy task right?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"No. I do not kill children." Tetramis stated flatly.</span><br/><br/>Then die. The Reapers do not need such a weak pawn as yourself.Â<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Her other self began to move mechanically. She drew out her sword and skirted the desk. "What are you doing?" Mavis demanded. She grunted as she was kicked in the abdomen and knocked back into the chair. Crack. She looked down, watching in shock as the blade slid past her cracked sternum. She coughed, blood flowing easily from her lips, "Wh...?"<br/><br/>Tetramis said nothing, clamping a hand over her mouth.</span><br/><br/>I see, so the blood of weaklings is red also. Disgusting.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mavis could have screamed behind the hand as her other self seized the handle of the blade, twisting it to inflict more pain. The hand dropped to her throat, effectively reducing the amount of noise.Â <br/><br/>Instinctively, Mavis's hands scrabbled madly at her assailant's tightening fingers. Tears mingled with blood and mucus. The fingers were cold and hard. Mavis fought harder, if she died here, who else could confirm her students' safety? The sleeves shifted up as she tripled her efforts. The skin underneath was black.Â <br/><br/>As realization to how her other self Â had altered her body filled her, Mavis heard a muffled pop as her windpipe was crushed.</span><br/><br/>Tetramis woke up with a start, with something similar to a battle cry. A crude sword had already formed in her hand and she was already hacking away at the air in front of her before she realized that it was a dream.<span style="font-style: italic">Just a dream, just a dream.</span><br/><br/>The sword dematerialized as she dropped it and ran a hand over her eyes. She sighed, somehow feeling as though she had a cold. Maybe she should cancel all her classes tomorrow, after all, she had yet to be absent for any of her classes throughout her career as a teacher.<span style="font-style: italic">So stupid.</span><br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Ming had decided to take residence in the training hall, after all someone had forgotten to turn the heater off. He lay down in his sleeping bag wrapped up like a cocoon before finally drifting off into sleep.