Uranometria: Synchronized--Chapter 6

Hey guys, this is KatDon and I have my next chapter. I believe Synchronized is ending and a new one is coming. The whole theme of Synchronized is about organizing a team together in order to atone for past sins, that's what Androcles and Yvain is doing for themselves and not doing this for anybody but them however they want to improve to make their friends and allies proud. And that's what is important. Please enjoy and stay tuned for new stuff coming soon, I think I have writer's block once again. Give me your patience, I'll have something new very soon. Thank you! --KatDon

Chapter 6: Among the Flowers 

Ophelia was angry for what happened today: She felt insulted when her brother made a joke and made a unfunny joke about shooting her brother in the face. Her mother was upset and Ophelia felt guilty. However, instead of acknowledging what she had done; she was selfish and wallowing in self pity. She is known to be an immature, selfish, mean, and a girl who hasn't changed. Her point of view is change when she saw something that changed her life: She saw a TV image plays of the ten children. Cassandra couldn’t believe it, "No way!" She gasped. Next was their deaths. Cassandra was horrified by these images however Androcles and his comrades laughed. They was in hysterics of this. How dare they…Cassandra’s body tremble but felt a rough hand on her shoulder, "What's the matter, freak--?" Androcles said. Cassandra turned to him fiercely with her telekinesis. All four of them flew back into a tree.  Androcles was insane with power to care what she says. His hair was a mess and was bleeding from his hands. He panted and heaved, "I will not stop until I kill you, Cassandra." yelled Androcles. Cassandra ran and ran, until her lungs were about to burst however she found herself at a cliff. Androcles laughed more malicious, "End of the line, you damn ass." He exclaimed. Cassandra glared at Androcles, who lunged at her. "DIE!!!" He cried. "No!" She exclaimed. She stopped herself when she realized something: "No, I'm not making the same mistake as I did before!" thought Cassandra. "This is the end for you." said Cassandra. "Oh really? You weren't so sure of yourself? Well, it won't be peaceful for you for long." taunted Androcles. "You are nothing, you couldn't be strong enough to do take us down if you have to!" Cassandra trembled as she couldn't believe those words and she lost control of herself. Cassandra is now pounding those bastard tormentors with her powers. "The next bastard that picks on me again is gonna taste the power of my telekinesis and swallow some teeth."

Then the second memory shows on the Moneta: Waking up; Androcles looked horrified, he backs away as in a hallucination of Cassandra used her powers to choke him. He screamed in terror, "NOOOO, NOT ME!" He woke up, it was all a nightmare but he couldn’t stop screaming. Hijiro looked at his friend, taking both his shoulders, "Androcles?!" He asked. Antrocles was still exclaiming, "NOT ME! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!" "Antrocles!" Hijiro said, shaking him and hugging him. "MERCY!" Androcles cried, "PLEASE!" Hijiro started crying, "It's OK, Androcles. I’m here.” He soothed. Androcles begin to sob, the only thing that his friend could do was comfort him. “It’s OK, Androcles. It’s OK. I’m here. It’s OK.” Yvain was shocked too as he saw that his memories of what he and Androcles did to poor Cassandra. In the meantime, Yvain had the same dreams too as he tormented by what he done. Yvain was shaken with fear, "Di--di--di--Did I do that?" He demanded. Ophelia watched him, "What? Wait, Yvain!" He grasped his hand. Yvain tried to wriggled her away, but the girl wouldn't let go. "Ophelia, please let go of me!" He said. "Yvain, please! I know you don't want to but I can help you." begged Ophelia with innocent eyes looking at him. Yvain looked at her sadly, "You can't...." He said. He gingerly pry his fingers away and walks off. Ophelia is stunt, she felt tears in her eyes. "What did I do to you?" She cried. "Stop it, Ophelia." Yvain said, in a nervous tone. Ophelia runs after him, "No, no more hiding. What is the matter? I want to be your friend but you have to tell me." She exclaimed, still trying to understand him. Yvain turned around fiercely, "NO!" He cried. Then there was Androcles upset: "Cassandra, I'm sorry. I wish I did something a long time ago but I didn't. I feel bad for the actions and troubles my sons have caused. I really am sorry about all this." 

When she saw this, she was in shock and remembered letting them inside her head and Ophelia remembered meeting Yvain for the first time. But she wondered if she has a perfectionist disorder: She always adjusts with the time clocks at the right time but if it's not the right time; it becomes a problem. She's germaphobic and obsessed with cleaning. She gets upset if spot of dirt is seen. Ophelia likes brands of foods that have a 'satisfying taste' and becomes picky with other brands of foods that don't taste the same as the other. She likes peace and quiet, but loud places for finding noisy places unsymmetrical. She freaks out over mispronunciation to words to be the exact one. Ophelia has issues with a cut of hair missing from bangs of hair. and has an addiction to color order; as in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Meat, cheese, condiments and ingredients order on sandwiches. Ophelia hates colds and hot heat, likes warmth. She picks a chip that's not too crunchy. Her things are alphabetical order of CDs, books, etc. Ophelia freaks out over wearing only one foot with sock and shoe. She freaks out over Internet access not working. She freaks out if people touches stuff. She fix things that are left out or incomplete, troubles when it's not finished and cannot work on it, starts to be a bothersome. She fix things that are out of place, not align, not straighten and becomes an issue. And the worst one of all is that Ophelia is verbally berates self for saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing, starts cutting self. In her flashback; Ophelia is in the waiting room, next to her mother who squeezed her hand and smiled at her warmly. Just then, a nurse called out: "Ophelia, you are needed." 

Ophelia looked at her mom, who nods her as a gesture to go on ahead. Ophelia is seated in a chair where wires and pads on her legs & arms. She is told by the doctors and nurses to hold still, Ophelia sat there as she looked around with her eyes. Ophelia could feel the pulse in the her veins, her arteries were throbbing with pain and Ophelia was gasping in agonizing suffer. "It's all right, it's almost over Ophelia." said one of the nurses. Ophelia begin to twitch and she trembles with fear. She clucthed the arm of the chair she sat in. Ophelia saw a bright light and she woke up to see that she was standing up; she has developed powers of superhuman strength, superhuman speed, and inhuman agility. She didn't feel so cold like she originally did, Ophelia had a better metalbolism. Her weak body has become thin but has lean muscles and is quite more athletic, Ophelia has the power to detect impending threats. In the present; She keeps a mantra of things she wrote when she was upset at herself: I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself 

She also wrote in her journal: "I have concerns with germs and getting sick. I'm not overconcern with keeping objects in perfect order or arranged exactly. I do have images of death or other horrible events, I have personally sexual thoughts. I worried a lot about terrible things happening, such as fire, burglary, or flooding the house. Accidentally hitting a pedestrian with your car or letting it roll down the hill, spreading an illness, losing something valuable, harm coming to a loved one because I wasn't careful enough. I worried about acting on an unwanted and senseless urge or impulse, such as physically harming a loved one, pushing a stranger in front of a bus, steering your car into oncoming traffic; inappropriate sexual contact; or poisoning dinner guests. I feel driven to perform certain acts over and over again on excessive or ritualized washing, cleaning, or grooming. Nor checking light switches, water faucets, the stove, door locks, or emergency brake. I don't do counting; arranging; evening-up behaviors like making sure socks are at same height. I collect useless objects and no, I am not inspecting the garbage before it is thrown out nor do I repeat routine actions at a certain number of times or until it feels just right. I don't need to touch objects or people. And yeah, I unnecessary re-reading or re-writing; re-opening envelopes before they are mailed. 

She paused for a moment and continued to write, "I don't have to examine my body for signs of illness, maybe if I gained any weight. I don't avoid colors, I aoid unlucky numbers and I don't avoid names that are associated with dreaded events or unpleasant thoughts. I am not needing to 'confess' or repeatedly asking for reassurance that you said or did something correctly. On average, the time is occupied by these thoughts or behaviors each day is 1 to 3 hours--which is, what, moderate. It is for me to  little control. They cause me is no avoidance, they don't interfere with school, work or your social or family life." When she got the results back; she scored 31. Ophelia is known to have Schediaphilia, where she has an infatuation for anime characters--pretty boy types that capture her heart. She also thought about the trouble her mother went through: There was Alfreda and Mary Anne Spinner, Ophelia's mother had trusted them and hang out with them. One day, her mother did not call back Alfred because of the fact that he was tired after a long day. The next morning, Her mother realized he was supposed to go out with Alfreda to see a movie. However while texting her friend; Ophelia's mother  was shocked to find out in her message that broke her heart: "You didn't respond to me last night after we promised to catch up with some friends on a movie night. When you text me, I laughed at you. You are a disgusting, selfish person and I never want to see you again." Her mother  couldn't believe it and text back, "OK, if that's how you feel then I guess we can't be friends anymore." 

Ophelia felt very guilty for what she done to her mother and begin to cry. She cried until she begin breaking things and yelling, "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT!" She begin to hit herself; spanking and slapping her face hard. She was too overwhelmed with emotions and was upset. But that was in her imagination, she imagine things that she found herself ashamed of: Some are mean, some are violent, and it makes her very depressed. She cried herself to sleep as she dreamt of a fantasy built inside her head where all is good. No one is aware of her fantasy place, but it is this wonderful place where everything is bright and joyful. Meaning there is no sad people, just happy things like butterflies. It was like a technicolor phase and oh, so beautiful. There was tangerine trees that were like the sky she could touch. A kaleidoscope is reflected into colorful symmetrical shapes like flowers. Alice is at a bridge near a fountain. Nearby there are rocking horse people eating marshmallow pies. The ultimate bliss, this utopic destination in can only be seen by those pure at heart. Here she was, acting so passive and violent at 21 when she should have outgrown it by now. All the effort that Ophelia does to reach her goals but falling all the time. Her family always went through tough times, but always they remain together.

"Rule #1: Have fun with your girl-toy! But when you’re done having fun, be sure to leave her before she leaves you. You don’t want to be the one that's heartbroken afterwards!" said an alluring voice. He continues, "Rule #2: Don’t get attached to someone that could suddenly walk out of your life, because they can do exactly that, and they could leave you broken in the dust." He pauses to drink some water and then he said, "Rule #3: Don’t let your heart be easy to grab because then it could be taken and taken advantage of. And of course, Rule #4: Look sweet and innocent so she won't know whats come for her and keep her wanted you, who could resist us anyway? Four rules on how to be a heart-breaker. It’s a guide for everyone! People are always on a look for some adventure, they’ll realize that they've fell in love with a stranger; someone that she will never really knew. Since you’re not going to be the one heartbroken, it’s pretty reasonable to assuming that you’re just playing with the girls. Girls like a bad boy. People say we're 'home-wreckers', like hell! We just don’t like to commit to a relationship, we're proud of not having a relationship. we're free and we does as we please. We can’t let go of the past failed relationships. We still has emotional scars that haven’t healed yet and it's so damaged to trust other people; that’s why we plays with them instead, don't we?" He couldn't be too arrogant, beauty wasn't very important but on the inside it matters. This guy is Casimir. This is Ophelia's dream! 

In the morning; Ophelia has woken up stressed and needs to calm the nerves before facing another day of the painful reality of the situation. Whilst Ophelia hugs Casimir; she can’t help but think all of the bad things this relationship is doing to her, how much it is hurting her. But she knew that everyone has obsessions that aren’t good. She is then going into a supermarket and being unable to pick the ‘right’ packet of crackers, even though they’re all the same product. The pressure to get it right is so overwhelming that she has to escape, even if it means going without food for a week. She wants to forget the negative aspects of their relationship and to continue on as if there is nothing wrong. It felt like a mental illness that's taking over her mind and how her life involves doing certain things to stop bad things from happening and the bad thoughts that come along with the illness. Their relationship isn’t as strong as they thought because they haven’t had intimate conversations about anything and everything, their strengths and weaknesses.As selfish as this sounds; Ophelia is after success and she’ll not slow down her pace for a relationship that she doesn’t have time for. She won’t soften the grip she has around the fame she’s striving towards.She tempted fate, she played this game with herself many times, and all the things she has said a thousand times, And it's driving her so crazy that she doesn't know why. 

Earlier before..........

Androcles could not believe what he was seeing in the Kick Fist Dojo; it wasn't a dojo--It was a zoo! He was peering in to see children running around, girls talking or singing amonst themselves, other kids pretending to be warriors and causing physical harm. One chubby boy enjoys irritating people and trying to get them into trouble. Androcles was disgusted by this, he looked arond and saw that the dojo master wasn't around: "Where the hell is the guy? What kind of master leaves the kids unattended?" wondered Androcles. There were crumbs of food and drops from juices all of the floor. An assistant yelling at the kids to stop messing around, but they don't. Androcles leaves, he couldn't believe it. He shook his head, "I don't know what an instructor would think of leaving a bunch of kids this way but I don't like it. That's just irresponsible." thought Androcles. "Who are you sweetheart?" asked Lizina. The kids chuckled as a leering Mariam said smugly, "Oh don't mind her, that's Justine. She doesn't talk much." "She's always so quiet, always muted." Olivia said. Androcles look at a shy, shameful Justine. She looked like she was going to cry, Androcles could sense that girl is voiceless and needs a voice to speak out. He feels bad for her and becomes interested. The next day; Androcles wanders into the chaotic dojo and saw Justine being bullied. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? You see a cat around?" Dave taunted to Justine. Androcles called out, "Hey big guy, get!" He ordered and waves him away who waddles away. He comes over at Justine who looks away shyly. "Justine?" Androcles asked. Justine didn't look at him, she looked ashamed. But Androcles replied sympathetically, "I know it must be hard for you but whatever bothers you, come talk to me OK?" Justine nods. "OK, good." Androcles said. 

However, Justine was found crying and she was taking into custody of Androcles and the others. While there; Lizina approach her to keep the little girl company. It was difficulty awkward because Justine didn't talk so much. "Here, this is from your friends." said Lizina, giving her dolls. Justine just stare at the dolls and took them. She then spoke for the first time by playing pretend with the dolls. "'Hey Justine, what's up?'" Justine said, imitating Olivia. "'Justine, why aren't you talking?'" She said, imitating Dorothy. "'Come on, cat got your tongue?'" Justine said, mocking Olivia. "'She doesn't have a cat, but still has her tongue.'" She said, making fun of Dorothy. "'You don't care at all, Justine. Why would you care? Oh that's right it's because you can't talk.'" Justine said, imitating Olivia. Then, Justine imitating Mariam: "'Let's go, girls. Let's leave her alone--It's not our fault she's a freak.'" and then she imitate all her friends while having tears in her eyes, "'HAHAHAAHA!'" She begins to crumbled the dolls in her hands and then she admitted while sobbing, "I hate them." She begins to cry uncontrollably. Lizina is shocked by this, "Justine, what's wrong? Oh sweetie, it's OK. Don't cry, you can tell me." She said gently. Justine was too emotional to speak and Lizina spoke out to her, "Listen, sweetie, I know it must be hard to be a girl that's not really chatty but you can't let them put you down. You have to speak up, stand up for yourself. You can't let them walk all over you." Justine nodded, and Lizina speak out again: "I know you hate them, and I know this is scary but I will help you. I promise to never insult you. I can practice with you to stand up to them." Justine begins to cry again and Lizina hugs her, "Oh please Justine, don't cry. Please don't, it's going to be better. I promise." Little did anyone know that Justine has some sort of power that nobody knows, it was about to get ugly. 

While searching for the bathroom at an unruly house party, Ophelia accidentally waltz into the bedroom instead. Inside, she catches pop star Jonquil Baster in a rare, intimate moment, shirtless and strumming an acoustic guitar, crooning brand new tunes. Ophelia apologize for the interruption and bid a hasty exit. In another week later; Ophelia visits the museum and she finds herself moved by the awesome power of storytelling. Jonquil Baster is there, too, and at the end of the tour he shares his sincere wish that this historical girl would have been a fan of his. Ophelia shake her head in dismay, wondering how someone could be that self-centered. In another week; Ophelia  is vacationing, enjoying the vibrant culture and friendly people. Taking a walk alone, she happen to spot Jonquil Baster  illegally tagging buildings with graffiti. Ophelia felt disgusted by his privilege and hope he gets caught. Cool, calm, and collected. Three words people would not use to describe Ophelia– at least not in the presence of Jonquil Baster. After a trip back in an RV; Ophelia is at home while her new neighbor Jonquil Baster speeds by, test driving his fancy new car by doing 100 MPH in a 25 MPH zone. So Ophelia goes to his house and try to reason with him; letting him know she doesn't appreciate reckless driving in her neighborhood. His reaction is spitting in her face and threaten to kill her. She files a police report over the incident. Since that time; Jonquil Baster and his posse are launching eggs over their fence and at her home, causing pretty extensive damage. Ophelia calls the police and they came to stop the pop star, who tries to insult them and fights them. 

The next day; Ophelia is at a high scale restaurant. Somehow, Jonquil Baster and his posse wind up in the kitchen, where she and the chef witness him urinating into a mop bucket, laughing all the while.The chef ask him to leave. The next morning; Ophelia is at the restaurant trying to enjoy a nice meal with friends when she is interrupted by Jonquil Baster  and his posse, who are evidently not there to eat but rather stir up some trouble. A particularly offensive comment about Damon strikes a nerve, and Ophelia finds herself seething at the pop star. Bus she leaves the restaurant because she needs to create some space for herself. In the meantime; Melisande had gotten really upset about the betrayal of Alexia, Kephas, and Demetri. But she's done letting it control her life, so she's going to forget about it. She’s not crying over them anymore or what she did. Melisande’s a different girl now. It hurt her to move on however she did it anyway. She broke out of her shell in order to do what’s right for her in relationships with friends. She has changed and doesn’t let anyone hurt her anymore. She took a risky chance and now everything has changed for the better. Since she made that risk and things were fine — Melisande’s not timid and scared anymore.  She got her freedom now that she's moved on. She is learning things about herself and she is becoming stronger and she doesn’t wanna go back to her old self. "Never go back to being played...Never going to get my heart broken by friends that played me or anyone else." She chanted to herself. The betrayal seriously changed her views on friendship for the worse, but she's grown personally through the experience. She is so over it! She kept thinking about the dream she had of Tristan searching for her and following a blood trail. However, she is surprised at herself. 

She begins doing push-ups, in the middle of her push-ups; she clapped every time she went up. She can do this, she can make it through. Later on, Melisande and her crew spied on Damon at his headquarters who has been confronted by Pythias: "Damon, what the hell happened to Ophelia?" demanded Pythias. Damon would not say, "Like I would tell you, Pythias!" He replied. "What did you do to her?" demanded Pythias. Damon was lost for words, "I--I don't know. I--" He said, softly. "Pythias, please calm down." Heidi said. "Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" Pythias demanded, "That beautiful, innocent, and sweet girl has been hurt!" "I'm sorry, I was overcome with such madness." Damon claimed. "That's your excuse isn't it? Madness, madness, is that how it is? In case you two haven't noticed, I'm not the type to among mad people!" Pythias demanded. Damon chuckled sinisterly, "Pythias, you can't help it. We're all mad here. To survive this cruel dystopia, you must be mad as a hatter." He answered, he smiled wickedly and madly, "Which I am...." Pythias and Heidi looked at him with concern as he continued to rant on and on, "Madness is like a drop of water, no a stream that leads to a waterfall. I'll tell you why Pythias." He paced around the room talking, however he stopped when he found himself muttering: "And I'll never...See Ophelia....No, I'll never hug her again.....My dear Ophelia, lies in the ashes of madness that I've done to her. I'll never see her again....My god, what have I done?" When Melisande and her crew heard this, they wonder if Damon actually had remorse and Melisande vows to find out as well as take down Damon for the sins that he caused towards Ophelia and also for the trouble she has done. 

Meanwhile; Ophelia was angry for what happened today: She felt insulted when her brother made a joke and made a unfunny joke about shooting her brother in the face. Her mother was upset and Ophelia felt guilty. However, instead of acknowledging what she had done; she was selfish and wallowing in self pity. She is known to be an immature, selfish, mean, and a girl who hasn't changed. Her point of view is change when she saw something that changed her life: She saw a TV image plays of the ten children. Cassandra couldn’t believe it, "No way!" She gasped. Next was their deaths. Cassandra was horrified by these images however Androcles and his comrades laughed. They was in hysterics of this. How dare they…Cassandra’s body tremble but felt a rough hand on her shoulder, "What's the matter, freak--?" Androcles said. Cassandra turned to him fiercely with her telekinesis. All four of them flew back into a tree.  Androcles was insane with power to care what she says. His hair was a mess and was bleeding from his hands. He panted and heaved, "I will not stop until I kill you, Cassandra." yelled Androcles. Cassandra ran and ran, until her lungs were about to burst however she found herself at a cliff. Androcles laughed more malicious, "End of the line, you damn ass." He exclaimed. Cassandra glared at Androcles, who lunged at her. "DIE!!!" He cried. "No!" She exclaimed. She stopped herself when she realized something: "No, I'm not making the same mistake as I did before!" thought Cassandra. "This is the end for you." said Cassandra. "Oh really? You weren't so sure of yourself? Well, it won't be peaceful for you for long." taunted Androcles. "You are nothing, you couldn't be strong enough to do take us down if you have to!" Cassandra trembled as she couldn't believe those words and she lost control of herself. Cassandra is now pounding those bastard tormentors with her powers. "The next bastard that picks on me again is gonna taste the power of my telekinesis and swallow some teeth."

Then the second memory shows on the Moneta: Waking up; Androcles looked horrified, he backs away as in a hallucination of Cassandra used her powers to choke him. He screamed in terror, "NOOOO, NOT ME!" He woke up, it was all a nightmare but he couldn’t stop screaming. Hijiro looked at his friend, taking both his shoulders, "Androcles?!" He asked. Antrocles was still exclaiming, "NOT ME! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!" "Antrocles!" Hijiro said, shaking him and hugging him. "MERCY!" Androcles cried, "PLEASE!" Hijiro started crying, "It's OK, Androcles. I’m here.” He soothed. Androcles begin to sob, the only thing that his friend could do was comfort him. “It’s OK, Androcles. It’s OK. I’m here. It’s OK.” Yvain was shocked too as he saw that his memories of what he and Androcles did to poor Cassandra. In the meantime, Yvain had the same dreams too as he tormented by what he done. Yvain was shaken with fear, "Di--di--di--Did I do that?" He demanded. Ophelia watched him, "What? Wait, Yvain!" He grasped his hand. Yvain tried to wriggled her away, but the girl wouldn't let go. "Ophelia, please let go of me!" He said. "Yvain, please! I know you don't want to but I can help you." begged Ophelia with innocent eyes looking at him. Yvain looked at her sadly, "You can't...." He said. He gingerly pry his fingers away and walks off. Ophelia is stunt, she felt tears in her eyes. "What did I do to you?" She cried. "Stop it, Ophelia." Yvain said, in a nervous tone. Ophelia runs after him, "No, no more hiding. What is the matter? I want to be your friend but you have to tell me." She exclaimed, still trying to understand him. Yvain turned around fiercely, "NO!" He cried. Then there was Androcles upset: "Cassandra, I'm sorry. I wish I did something a long time ago but I didn't. I feel bad for the actions and troubles my sons have caused. I really am sorry about all this." 

When she saw this, she was in shock and remembered letting them inside her head and Ophelia remembered meeting Yvain for the first time. But she wondered if she has a perfectionist disorder: She always adjusts with the time clocks at the right time but if it's not the right time; it becomes a problem. She's germaphobic and obsessed with cleaning. She gets upset if spot of dirt is seen. Ophelia likes brands of foods that have a 'satisfying taste' and becomes picky with other brands of foods that don't taste the same as the other. She likes peace and quiet, but loud places for finding noisy places unsymmetrical. She freaks out over mispronunciation to words to be the exact one. Ophelia has issues with a cut of hair missing from bangs of hair. and has an addiction to color order; as in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Meat, cheese, condiments and ingredients order on sandwiches. Ophelia hates colds and hot heat, likes warmth. She picks a chip that's not too crunchy. Her things are alphabetical order of CDs, books, etc. Ophelia freaks out over wearing only one foot with sock and shoe. She freaks out over Internet access not working. She freaks out if people touches stuff. She fix things that are left out or incomplete, troubles when it's not finished and cannot work on it, starts to be a bothersome. She fix things that are out of place, not align, not straighten and becomes an issue. And the worst one of all is that Ophelia is verbally berates self for saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing, starts cutting self. In her flashback; Ophelia is in the waiting room, next to her mother who squeezed her hand and smiled at her warmly. Just then, a nurse called out: "Ophelia, you are needed." 

Ophelia looked at her mom, who nods her as a gesture to go on ahead. Ophelia is sitted in a chair where wires and pads on her legs & arms. She is told by the doctors and nurses to hold still, Ophelia sat there as she looked around with her eyes. Ophelia could feel the pulse in the her veins, her arteries were throbbing with pain and Ophelia was gasping in agonizing suffer. "It's all right, it's almost over Ophelia." said one of the nurses. Ophelia begin to twitch and she trembles with fear. She clucthed the arm of the chair she sat in. Ophelia saw a bright light and she woke up to see that she was standing up; she has developed powers of superhuman strength, superhuman speed, and inhuman agility. She didn't feel so cold like she originally did, Ophelia had a better metalbolism. Her weak body has become thin but has lean muscles and is quite more athletic, Ophelia has the power to detect impending threats. 

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She also wrote in her journal: "I have concerns with germs and getting sick. I'm not overconcern with keeping objects in perfect order or arranged exactly. I do have images of death or other horrible events, I have personally sexual thoughts. I worried a lot about terrible things happening, such as fire, burglary, or flooding the house. Accidentally hitting a pedestrian with your car or letting it roll down the hill, spreading an illness, losing something valuable, harm coming to a loved one because I wasn't careful enough. I worried about acting on an unwanted and senseless urge or impulse, such as physically harming a loved one, pushing a stranger in front of a bus, steering your car into oncoming traffic; inappropriate sexual contact; or poisoning dinner guests. I feel driven to perform certain acts over and over again on excessive or ritualized washing, cleaning, or grooming. Nor checking light switches, water faucets, the stove, door locks, or emergency brake. I don't do counting; arranging; evening-up behaviors like making sure socks are at same height. I collect useless objects and no, I am not inspecting the garbage before it is thrown out nor do I repeat routine actions at a certain number of times or until it feels just right. I don't need to touch objects or people. And yeah, I unnecessary re-reading or re-writing; re-opening envelopes before they are mailed. 

She paused for a moment and continued to write, "I don't have to examine my body for signs of illness, maybe if I gained any weight. I don't avoid colors, I aoid unlucky numbers and I don't avoid names that are associated with dreaded events or unpleasant thoughts. I am not needing to 'confess' or repeatedly asking for reassurance that you said or did something correctly. On average, the time is occupied by these thoughts or behaviors each day is 1 to 3 hours--which is, what, moderate. It is for me to  little control. They cause me is no avoidance, they don't interfere with school, work or your social or family life." When she got the results back; she scored 31. Ophelia is known to have Schediaphilia, where she has an infatuation for anime characters--pretty boy types that capture her heart. She also thought about the trouble her mother went through: There was Alfreda and Mary Anne Spinner, Ophelia's mother had trusted them and hang out with them. One day, her mother did not call back Alfred because of the fact that he was tired after a long day. The next morning, Her mother realized he was supposed to go out with Alfreda to see a movie. However while texting her friend; Ophelia's mother  was shocked to find out in her message that broke her heart: "You didn't respond to me last night after we promised to catch up with some friends on a movie night. When you text me, I laughed at you. You are a disgusting, selfish person and I never want to see you again." Her mother  couldn't believe it and text back, "OK, if that's how you feel then I guess we can't be friends anymore." 

Ophelia felt very guilty for what she done to her mother and begin to cry. She cried until she begin breaking things and yelling, "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT!" She begin to hit herself; spanking and slapping her face hard. She was too overwhelmed with emotions and was upset. But that was in her imagination, she imagine things that she found herself ashamed of: Some are mean, some are violent, and it makes her very depressed. She cried herself to sleep as she dreamt of a fantasy built inside her head where all is good. No one is aware of her fantasy place, but it is this wonderful place where everything is bright and joyful. Meaning there is no sad people, just happy things like butterflies. It was like a technicolor phase and oh, so beautiful. There was tangerine trees that were like the sky she could touch. A kaleidoscope is reflected into colorful symmetrical shapes like flowers. Alice is at a bridge near a fountain. Nearby there are rocking horse people eating marshmallow pies. The ultimate bliss, this utopic destination in can only be seen by those pure at heart. Here she was, acting so passive and violent at 21 when she should have outgrown it by now. All the effort that Ophelia does to reach her goals but falling all the time. Her family always went through tough times, but always they remain together.

"Rule #1: Have fun with your girl-toy! But when you’re done having fun, be sure to leave her before she leaves you. You don’t want to be the one that's heartbroken afterwards!" said an alluring voice. He continues, "Rule #2: Don’t get attached to someone that could suddenly walk out of your life, because they can do exactly that, and they could leave you broken in the dust." He pauses to drink some water and then he said, "Rule #3: Don’t let your heart be easy to grab because then it could be taken and taken advantage of. And of course, Rule #4: Look sweet and innocent so she won't know whats come for her and keep her wanted you, who could resist us anyway? Four rules on how to be a heart-breaker. It’s a guide for everyone! People are always on a look for some adventure, they’ll realize that they've fell in love with a stranger; someone that she will never really knew. Since you’re not going to be the one heartbroken, it’s pretty reasonable to assuming that you’re just playing with the girls. Girls like a bad boy. People say we're 'home-wreckers', like hell! We just don’t like to commit to a relationship, we're proud of not having a relationship. we're free and we does as we please. We can’t let go of the past failed relationships. We still has emotional scars that haven’t healed yet and it's so damaged to trust other people; that’s why we plays with them instead, don't we?" He couldn't be too arrogant, beauty wasn't very important but on the inside it matters. This guy is Casimir. This is Ophelia's dream! 

In the morning; Ophelia has woken up stressed and needs to calm the nerves before facing another day of the painful reality of the situation. Whilst Ophelia hugs Casimir; she can’t help but think all of the bad things this relationship is doing to her, how much it is hurting her. But she knew that everyone has obsessions that aren’t good. She is then going into a supermarket and being unable to pick the ‘right’ packet of crackers, even though they’re all the same product. The pressure to get it right is so overwhelming that she has to escape, even if it means going without food for a week. She wants to forget the negative aspects of their relationship and to continue on as if there is nothing wrong. It felt like a mental illness that's taking over her mind and how her life involves doing certain things to stop bad things from happening and the bad thoughts that come along with the illness. Their relationship isn’t as strong as they thought because they haven’t had intimate conversations about anything and everything, their strengths and weaknesses.As selfish as this sounds; Ophelia is after success and she’ll not slow down her pace for a relationship that she doesn’t have time for. She won’t soften the grip she has around the fame she’s striving towards.She tempted fate, she played this game with herself many times, and all the things she has said a thousand times, And it's driving her so crazy that she doesn't know why. 

Ophelia is overwhelmed by the visions of Androcles and the others in her brain. It's driving her to the point of insanity. Ophelia begin to put one foot almost up on her thigh and placed her hands together as if she was praying but she let her praying hands shoot up above her and she tilted backwards without falling or stumbling, nor losing her balance. Ophelia stopped and collapse on a sofa. She could see herself being inspired to ecstatic frenzy; they indulged in copious amounts of violence, self-intoxication and mutilation. She has a vision of herself crowned with vine leaves, clothed in the skins of fawn and dancing with the wild abandonment. She is carrying a bouquet of rosemary, pansies, fennel, columbine and rue, sings her last song, and runs out in a burst of mad laughter with crying fits of sadness. She puts herself down as a 'narcissistic, depressed, horrendous daughter, and bad sister'.  Madness, she has fallen into madness. Madness among the flowers.