Breaking the Code

No One

I must lack all self control. I seriously have none because here we are AGAIN. There has to be a support group or something. Authors who can't stop? Hm, needs a better name. Oh well, enjoy! Loves!!

Sang

I've been making sure my face is blank around people for so many years that it's really no surprise that the minute Mr. Henshaw told me to go with him it fell into place. I look to the man in front of me who looks like pure perfection. He's asked me to sit but all of them are standing and I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Suit and I are having a silent stare down when Dr. Green sighs and sits at his desk. There are two desks in here each with a chair behind and two chairs in front. There are enough seats for us all but I won't be looked down on. I'm already a foot or more shorter than all of them no way am I increasing that distance.

By some silent que the three men still standing take a seat. Once they do I slowly lower myself into a seat. This part isn't because I don't want to but because I still hurt a lot from yesterday. I've done a good job of hiding it all day and it's catching up to me now.

Making sure my face is completely impassive I turn towards Suit and wait. He still hasn't told me his name and no one has asked anything. I'm not going to just give them information they don't know they need. They have to ask and then I'll decide what to tell them. I won't be played, blamed or tricked. I've been a piece in this puzzle much longer than they have.

We stare at each other for some time. It probably wouldn't have stopped except apparently Dr. Green has the patience of a three year old. When he dramatically sighs and starts talking I have to fight the urge to smirk. Round one Sang.

"Look," Dr. Green starts "you said some stuff to someone yesterday that has caused alarm within our group. Would you care to explain why this is?" I quirk my eyebrow at him and allow no other emotion to show. With a monotone voice I respond, "And this stuff I allegedly said would be?"

Dr. Green seems to find something funny because his eyes light up and he grins. Mr. Henshaw is the one who speaks though so I slowly face him. "You told my brother that you know a lot of things that could get a lot of people in trouble and that he should warn us to be careful. We," he gestures around the room "would like to know if this is a threat, warning or just general knowledge." I slowly nod my head as he leans forward.

"Well, Mr. Henshaw, I am sure there are many things that many people know that can get many people in trouble. As for being careful is that not something that should be cautioned at all times." I keep my voice level and face clear but inside I'm dying. I want to warn them of everything here but I can't be implicated in any way. I can't stop helping people and I'm not exactly following the rules. Technically I could be expelled for what I'm doing. I have to be very careful what I say here.

Mr. Toma leans forward and his dark eyes zero in on me. His long black hair is tied back with only a couple pieces falling out and framing his naitive looks. I slowly lean back in my chair. I want them to think I'm at ease here. "Sang, you are a bright girl. I've seen your scores and talked to other teachers, they all have good things to say. I don't know what you're mixed up in but we can help if you let us." His whole demeanor is calm but his words cause anger to flare inside of me like it never has before.

They want to help. They want to HELP! I've heard that line before! The teachers at my old school all 'just wanted to help' Mrs. is 'only helping' me. NO ONE who says they want to help actually does. No one except Crawler. They're right though, they don't know WHAT I'm "mixed up in". These people are just like the rest. All they see is a little girl. Well newsflash boys, this 'little girl' can take care of herself.

Every atom within me is focused on not exploding at his words. I know my eye twitches but right now I don't care. I WILL NOT be talked down to. I don't NEED their help. I'M the one helping THEM! With one final deep breath I look at Mr. Toma and in the coldest voice I've ever used state "You're right. You don't know but you're wrong. You can't help. I have things under control and if you would just let it go all of our lives will be much, much easier."

Suit is staring at me coldly again so I face him before speaking "I don't know your name. I don't know why you are here but I do know that if you aren't careful those boys of yours, yes I know they are yours, will end up going through so much more than they need to. I have done my job now you do yours and leave. Soon." With that I grab my bag and leave. I hear them start to say my name just as the bell rings so I don't stop. I wasn't going to anyway.

Once I make it to the bus I allow myself a small moment for my mask to fall. I wanted to help them but I won't be lied to. I have helped them. They may not know it but I'm the reason no one gets thrown over the balcony.

I'm the reason that no one has gotten more than a few bruises from other students in fights. I'm the damn reason some of their own people are alive! I'M THE ONE WHO HAS STOPPED COLORS FROM BEING BEATEN UP AT SCHOOL EVERYDAY! I'M THE ONE WHO SENT THE DISTRESS SIGNAL FROM RED'S PHONE TO KOTA AFTER HIS DAD ALMOST KILLED HIM! ME! Not them! Me. I don't need their help.

All I need is to meet Crawler and eventually leave this place. As soon as I have the school run by Wil I'm gone. Wil doesn't know it yet but I've been training him to take over. I've slowly been having him do more of the work that I do. I really only deal with the worst ones now. As soon as Wil can fight better I'll be leaving and no one can stop me.