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Who: Annie Goldstein, Sara Mudou, The Major
When: idk aroundish this week sometime
Where: Sara's house and then Casa Fuck-Up
What: Annie ate Sara in a non-sexy way during the Break event. They talk about it. The Major finds out. This is the opposite of a positive outcome.
Warnings: The Major. Annie. Mentions of cannibalism. None of these are good things.

Annie has spent the larger part of a half hour pacing outside of Sara's house, wondering if she should knock on the door or not. How does she even go about doing this? "Hey, sorry for, like, eating you and shit, are we still bros?" That probably wasn't going to fly. But, she'll never find out if she keeps standing out here like a fucking idiot.

... So, she throws a rock at the door.

Best idea.

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As much as you must be praying he isn't there each time you enter the house Annie, he is. The Major is home by the point Annie returns, nursing a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. He's mercifully quiet for a moment, giving the indication that for once he might ignore Annie.

But of course, he can't let someone he hates go unnoticed.

"Oh. Back so soon? How fortunate."

She goes to get a beer from the fridge, pointedly ignoring his entire presence.

"What, were you staying up for me? That's not fucking creepy at all."

"Oh no, I'm quite a light sleeper. I tend to wander the house quite a bit, at night."

There's knowing where you live like the back of your hand, and then there's the way the Major knows this house. In most cases, it would be an exaggeration to say someone knows every inch, every cranny and nook of a place.

In the Major's case, it's debatable just how much exaggeration that would be.

"I'm astounded you come back some nights, to be quite fair. Even the girl has figured out she doesn't need to be here every night.

Or do you merely have no friends to go back to?"

She rolls her eyes and goes to sit at the far end of the kitchen table, opposite of him. She isn't afraid of him. "I've got plenty of fucking friends, douchebag. But, this is my house, too, and I've got every right to be here that your fat ass does." She glares at him over the can. "Try all you fucking want, you won't chase me out of here. I'm not afraid of you."

"You seem to think I care if you fear me or not girl."

It isn't a complete lie. While the Major loves to be feared, it's an ancillary goal, even with Annie. He hates her; truly hates her, and that's abnormal for him. And he does want her out of the house, wants her out of his face, but he won't admit to that. Not in open, not to her. That would be like handing her a small victory.

"But I am curious.

How did she taste?"

The beer can collapses in her clenched fist.

"H... How..." She doesn't know how to feel. Anger? Fear? Mostly, she's just stunned, confused. How did he know? Only two people in the whole town knew... No, Sara wouldn't have told. And Annie knew that she hadn't... "... Fuck you."

The smile on the Major's face is small, loose. Almost to the point where it might appear genuine in being serene or even good natured. His tone is even, shying away from even his usual condescension as he speaks.

"I don't see why you're so angry. It's not as if you've done anything wrong, according to your own moral code."

"Don't act like you know what my fucking moral code is," she says, her voice practically a hiss. "And don't act like you know what happened with Sara, either! You weren't fucking there!" ... She hopes. But, if he had known back then, he would've made it obvious long before this. This wasn't just the sort of thing he would be able to keep to himself, the bastard.

He just takes a drink of his coffee, swirling the cup around a bit before putting it down. He crosses his fingers in front of him, laying his chin on them.

"Explain then. What is the difference between this murder and the murders you committed in May and claimed to have no guilt from?"

"I don't need to explain shit to you." She turns her chair away slightly, staring at her hands. They're still balled into fists. "She's my fucking friend, I didn't fucking mean to..."

"You're right, you don't!"

The Major leans back in his chair, the wood giving a creak at the shifting of his weight on it.

"It doesn't change the fact you did, did you? And yet, such things shouldn't bother a monster, now should they?

They're but a part of your nature, in the end. Maybe it was an outside force guiding you this time.

But it's ultimately what you are, regardless."

"... I'm not a monster."

Her voice sounds softer than usual.

The Major keeps his eyes on Annie, the corners of his fat lips twitching. Just twitching, ever so slightly. A herald, to the sound that proceeds to echo through the room. Soft at first, a wheezing almost, before getting higher and higher.

Laughter is something that comes easily to the Major. It always has, and always will. But right now it seems a little madder at most. And it's hard to tell why that is. If it's just a sign of his cruelty, his derangement.

Or if that statement is just too damn funny, Annie.

"Fuck you!"

She slams her fists down on the table. "You're the only fucking monster here! How the fuck did you find out in the first place! How the fuck did you know!"

His laughing dies down, not out of fear but in forcing himself to calm down so he can answer.

"Well.

I suppose you might say I had a little help from my friends."

"Liar. You don't have those."

"I do. But if you have no intention of telling me yours, I have no reason to tell you mine."

"If your so-called 'friends' are fucking spying on me, I think I should fucking know."

"But I shouldn't know your friends?

My, how unfair!"

"Why would you even care about my friends? They haven't done shit to you."

"But you've done quite a bit to me, haven't you?

And the actions you may take against me? Apply to all those you know, as well."

"How the fuck does that work out! Only I've done anything, not them!"

"Ah. Therein lies the trick, one could say, the double edged sword of friendship.

What you do reflects upon those who associate with you as well, Annie. And it provides me with a knowledge of who you care about. You've allowed yourself to have an opening in your already...rather fragile armor!

I would be a fool not to strike at it, if it should ever suit me, would I not?"

"... If you touch them, I'll hurt you."

"Do you think I care?"