It was a wonderful thing just to have him here. They both thought so. Then Evelyn remembered something. She'd never invited him. Her aunt didn't know which house he was in apparently, or even his name. She couldn't have called him to this place. "Wait, why are you here?" The confidence in her voice raised.

Viktor stood straight, and handed her a clipping from the school newspaper. "You're not the only one out of school right now. Check it out." He explained. Evelyn's eyes trailed down to the page. Her jaw instinctively dropped. "'Big Bad Bully Beats Inquisitive Student's Lights Out?' What in the world is... who even took that picture?" Evelyn felt a chill roll down her spine. She didn't know Viktor was capable of... this kind of savagery.

She followed his movements to the mirror. His reflection stared back at her. Something was off about him. That light of laughter and goofiness had vanished from his eyes. It had been replaced by a determination that would do anything to win. No matter who it cost, or how much it cost. "Viktor, why did you-"

"He said I killed Camilo. He's had it coming for a long time, Chickee. Someone like Justin doesn't need your defense." He huffed back at her. The paper slipped from Evelyn's hand. She whizzed over to him, and threw her arms around him. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to let yourself fall to the dark side of things." She whispered, squeezing tighter. She noticed his eyes rolling in the mirror. "I won't. I was already suspended. And Bean and I came up with a plan. My whole team is in on it." A wicked thought tugged the corners of his mouth into a grinch-like smile.

"Viktor, please," Evelyn whimpered, and grabbed his shoulders. She turned him to face her, eyes twinkling in fear. "Don't end up like my father. I don't want to know someone who's actually guilty of his crimes." Her lower-lip quivered fearfully. What she didn't know was how those words bubbled under Viktor's skin, the final ingredient in a melting pot of fury.

"What did you just say?" He hissed, taking hold of her wrists. Her eyes widened in bewilderment. This time when he touched her, there was no care, no gentle kiss of the skin. This brought an aching, radiating pain throughout her entire forearms. Her wrists felt constricted. His hands were the boa's that never let go until their victim's hearts stopped beating. His eyes were as vacant as her mother's had been at her funeral. For the first time in her life, Evelyn found fear of Viktor crawling up her throat, scratching at her lungs, thrashing at her heart. It was a feeling she'd never wanted to experience with him.

"I said tha- that I don't want to be friends with a criminal! You don't want people to falsely accuse you of crimes like my father! You have to-" "Your father is a criminal! He murdered my brother, in cold blood! How dare you defend him, when all the evidence points to him?" Viktor's tongue was like a dagger piercing her heart. His tone was one that made her knees want to buckle, her stomach need to hurl, and her voice fail.

His hands were chains she couldn't escape, even when she tried yanking away. "Viktor, you're hurting me. Please, let go." She whimpered quietly, hardly able to bring her voice up. It was easier to kick, to throw a punch, or even to bite at an attacker she didn't know. It was easy to fight back against someone like Trevor. But she'd known Viktor for so many years. How could she do anything to hurt him?

"No. You listen to me, you self-righteous nitwit. I went to the jail. I visited your father. Bet you haven't even worked up the guts yet." His low tone frightened her even more than the shouting. She tried looking away, but he shook her arms, and held her tighter, and tighter. He was a constricting python at this point, a serpentine source of hostility and horror. "He told me he did it. He admitted to the murder! He killed my brother! Do you hear me? He did it! And I have to find out why, or, o-or," He hardly seemed capable of explaining himself, choking on his slander.

His grip loosened. It wasn't much, but it was enough to do something, anything to find freedom. Evelyn used the opportunity. She didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted to get him to let go of her, and snap out of it. She stomped on his foot, and when he instinctively backpedaled against her vanity, she whipped out the Flashknife, and swiped.

(WELL THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY!! NOTE: If you're interested in someone, DON'T scare them. DON'T grab them. DON'T slice them. Just stick with the dance part! :D)