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Horror 101, Monday
"Today is the day of your final," Mitchell intoned, then clapped his hands, grinning. "We'll be starting off with a few written questions. But after that, I've got something else for you."
He dumped a stack of papers on his desk. It, and several other flat surfaces in the area - including some of the students' desks - had acquired a cup of tea.
"We've talked about a great many fears over the past few weeks," he continued, "But the main one, the most quintessentially human one is the fear of death. The fear of being gone from this Earth, from what we are, the whole lot. Most of our fears come down to that: death."
"So to finish up your final," he continued, sitting down, "I've invited a friend in to talk about it. While you're writing, I want you all to come up with one question you'd like to ask about death, and she will answer it." He peered into the room, searching for Chloeif she was there and smiled slightly. "Don't worry, she doesn't bite."
He tapped his pen on the desk. "Now, get started! You've got thirty minutes."
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He dumped a stack of papers on his desk. It, and several other flat surfaces in the area - including some of the students' desks - had acquired a cup of tea.
"We've talked about a great many fears over the past few weeks," he continued, "But the main one, the most quintessentially human one is the fear of death. The fear of being gone from this Earth, from what we are, the whole lot. Most of our fears come down to that: death."
"So to finish up your final," he continued, sitting down, "I've invited a friend in to talk about it. While you're writing, I want you all to come up with one question you'd like to ask about death, and she will answer it." He peered into the room, searching for Chloe
He tapped his pen on the desk. "Now, get started! You've got thirty minutes."
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Fighting during a fire drill and showing up to his first final looking battered hadn't been the plan but at least he was there and half listening to what the professor was saying.
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Does the other guy look worse?
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Adding up 'death', 'she', and the cups of tea made her smile to herself, though.
The Test
The Test - Question One
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The myth part threw him a bit since he really didn't think it sounded plausible to be triggered by the moon but he could see even a monster, even a werewolf still holding onto some of his old feelings and recognizing someone he or she might have loved or cared about even at their most violent.
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Finally, she decided to just start writing and let what came into her mind come out in the test.
The monster that part of me identifies with the most is not what people called the monster in Frankenstein. I'm afraid that I identify with the Dr the most and that scares the hell out of me that I might one day become that twisted that I don't care how I use my power or what it does to people. To most people anything that happened in the story wouldn't seem plausible or possible, but I know better. I've seen it happen firsthand. Monsters are real, but they're not always the ones we call monsters.
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There are days I feel like Frankenstein's Monster, she wrote. Cast aside by my father and beset on all sides by the pitchfork wielding mob for being different. There's nowhere 'safe' for people like me, and never will be, if you listen to people supposedly from my future. Even the North Pole isn't remote enough to allow us to live in peace. And why should we have to hide? After all, are we not in the likeness of man, our forefathers? We were -- are -- children reaching for our parents, who would rather destroy us than acknowledge their own offspring.
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The Test - Question Two
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Answer the same for a phobia that interests you most, if you won't talk about yourself.
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The Test - Question Three
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The Final Exam
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Thus, after Mitchell's introduction, a young woman in a grey cardigan, not so much older than the students she was facing, walked into the classroom and set a tray of assorted mugs and teacups down on a desk near the front.
Big smile now, for a bunch of American kids who couldn't eat her alive because she wasn't, remember? Right. "Hi, my name's Annie, and I'm dead!" She shot a nervous glance at Mitchell. "Sorry, that sounded less like an AA meeting in my head. Not that we couldn't do with a support group of some sort, actually, but it's not as if you can quit, or avoid it, unless you're a v-- right. Er. Actually can I start that again? Hi, my name's Annie, and everybody dies. Some of us stick around after to answer questions about it."
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"And make tea. Feel free to grab a mug!"
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Apparently, Jack had decided hello was for other people today. Or the exam had rattled him a bit. Or both.
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She'd felt the same way about writing her
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And now I've got Howl stuck in my head. Dammit, Mitchell.
Also, much love to
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