It’s as I’m walking back to my room that one of the doors a few down from mine opens. I stay facing forwards, too much on my mind to bother with my tiring attempts to be friendly.
They never get me anywhere.
“Rose,” a tentative voice says loudly but uncertainly, as if unused to using my name and not entirely sure it’s correct.
I turn and find standing in the open door Madouc, a streak of blue paint on her cheek bone and various colours on her hands.
“Hi, are you okay?” I ask, pausing outside her door while trying to subtly look inside.
There are multi-coloured fabrics everywhere. Orange curtains, dark blue bed covers, red rug on the floor and green walls covered in various posters of bands and pictures. She has a small chandelier light on her ceiling and, standing centre of the room, an easel with a pink lamp aimed at the canvas.
“I’m fine.” She nods and leans against the door. “You’re interested in the Mole aren’t you?”
My mind clears a bit and I stand straighter.
Madouc walks into her room and stands in front of the easel, I follow, leaving the door slightly ajar.
She may be happy to talk to me but that doesn’t mean she’s comfortable enough to be shut in a room with the Sadist.
“Well, as you can see, I haven’t finished yet, it’s just a sketch but…” She takes in a deep breath while I try and make sense of the light pencil strokes on the rough canvas surface. I notice that in the corner of each wall, she’s painted vines and flowers climbing up to the ceiling.
Does everyone have a more interesting room than me?
“Well, I get the feeling,” she continues. “This isn’t a normal student. The cage from before with all the symbols? I think that represented their Quirk.”
I blink, focusing on Madouc again.
“So the fire is an Elemental obviously and I think the blurry person is a Shifter, but why am I in there? What Quirk does the cross represent?”
She sighs, tracing a light grey line on the canvas.
“I think your eyes present your gift because it’s not a visual gift. You can’t physically see the pain, you don’t change colour. I think it’s the same kinda thing with the cross. Whoever this cross represents, their Quirk is in there too.”
“So it’s lots of different people? No, that doesn’t make sense. I know I’m not the Mole.”
“So the Mole…”
She nods, a small smile on her face.
“The Mole is a Channeller”
I smile. “You know what that means? This is going to be so much easier! We only have two Channellers and I’m pretty sure it’s Alex.”
“Yeah, I think so.” Her smile grows. “Do you want me to tell The Head?”
I shake my head, walking over so I’m hovering outside her room again.
“No, I can handle Alex.” I grin and walk back to my room, Billy Jones banished from my mind as I plot my revenge.
Oh this was going to be fun.