Tue-Les, Salope
Standing in the aftermath of a death by gunshot was not fun to say the least. It was even less fun when you were the one who had shot the gun.
Grubbyplank had assured Siriussy that it hadn’t been his fault, in fact, the professor was quite proud of Siriussy’s aim and ability to stay calm. But the thing was, Siriussy wasn’t actually staying calm under pressure. No, he was frozen in shock.
He had just killed someone. No, not someone, Jame’s boyfriend. A fellow Sigma. Banjo Fenwick, someone who would have proved a close ally. What would Jame think of him?
Siriussy was watching as the Beta Medics carted Banjo’s body off to the Sigma morgue, covered in a white sheet. He didn’t know what to do. Would his Sigma-ship be revoked? Would the higher-ups praise him like Grubbyplank had? Siriussy couldn’t decide which would be worse.
“Hey,” Someone behind Siriussy said, laying a solid hand on his shoulder. It was Frank. He could tell by the hand he had been so hyper focused on not even half an hour ago.
“How’re you holding up?” Frank continued when Siriussy made no move to respond. He didn’t even bother turning around to face the boy. He didn’t think he could manage facing any of the boys in that circle again.
Siriussy shrugged, he didn’t know if any sound would even come out if he’d tried to use his words.
“Ah, I see,” Frank coughed, retracting his hand and walking away, leaving Siriussy to wait until his interview alone.
Dumbledore would be interviewing Siriussy in ten minutes. He wanted a first-hand account. Siriussy didn’t know why, but it was probably to determine whether to expel him or not.
“Siriussy,” A deep voice called from on top of a narrow staircase. It was Sigma Dumbledore. Siriussy took a deep breath, steeling himself for the interview to come. He made his way up the stairs, passing Dumbledore on his way into the wooded office.
It was once again far too cosy for his circumstances. It really got on Siriussy’s nerves at this moment. Why must such a looming office be ever so comforting to be in? He was about to be expelled, afterall. He had already used up his one free strike. The funniest bit was, neither of these incidents had even been his fault, yet he would still end up on the streets for them. Maybe that one kid from the sorting— what was it…Remu— would become his dormmate? Did the Omegas even have training schools? What did the Omegas even do? He had to stop thinking about this before he pissed his pants right in front of Sigma Dumbledore.
“So,” The old man began, crossing the room and plopping his voluptuous arse on his plush desk chair. “I hear you’ve had an…incident.”
“Sigma Dumbledore, please don’t expel me, I had no idea that my round was the loaded one,” Siriussy begged, stumbling over his pleas. “I didn’t mean to shoot Banjo, I didn’t even want to and it’s not like I’d never shoot anyone, it’s just I wasn’t planning the demise of any of my fellow Sigmas–”
“I’m going to have to cut you off there, young Sigma. The bravery and strength you’ve shown us is beyond that of any of your fellow trainees.” Dumbledore gave him a cheeky smile. “And while we do not wish death on any Sigmas, that one had quite the history of Vegetable dealing and inbreeding. We shall move on without him.
“But you, Siriussy, you’ve proven yourself unexpendable. We need Sigmas like you. Someone who can shoot to kill with no prior training and still show remorse, not an inflated ego. You have all of the qualities we need in Sigmas. You have all of the qualities of a future Prime Minister of SAB City. Well done, my boy.”
Siriussy was rendered speechless. What do you say to the highest praise from such a high place? Dumbledore had just suggested that he, Siriussy, had the qualities of a future Prime Minister of SAB City.
Siriussy had come in expecting to be ravaged and thrown out and instead he’d been praised and favoured by the head of Sigma Training. Albus Dumbledore, one of the most influential people in SAB City, or even the world.
“I— Thank you,” Siriussy stammered. “But, Sir, are you completely sure that Banjo’s death is…well I guess, okay with you?”
“Why, I wouldn’t be pumping up your ego right now if I wanted Banjo alive,” Dumbledore reassured him. “Of course it is a pity that he had to end so early on, but only a maximum of two people can pass these classes. The rest either die or are sent to Omega Village. I’m sure you knew this.”
Siriussy, in fact, did not know this. No wonder no ever became a Sigma! Everyone died first!
He felt his heart rate spike and his breathing become more shallow. He had to beat Frank and Roman and Snarp. They were stronger and smarter and had bigger plans. He could team up with Jame for the win, but nothing could make it certain that they’d win against the best of the best, unless…
“I need a favour,” Siriussy spat before he could even think about what he was asking of this man.
“Ask away.” Dumbledore grinned.
“Can you make it so Jame and I are the two who get to pass?” Siriussy couldn’t let himself think about this for a second longer. He’d have probably backed out.
“Well…” The man thought about it for a while. “I can certainly make sure Snerverus isn’t any real competition and as long as you keep this up, you’re guaranteed a spot, but it is up to Jame to defeat Frank and Roman, I am sorry.”
“...Thank you, Sir.”
Siriussy got up from his chair and said his goodbye quickly, turning on his heel to exit. He would have to plan something. Some sort of way to rig the system. But how?
He could sabotage Frank and Roman’s sleep schedules so they perform poorly…that probably wouldn’t have the effect he’d hope for.
He could dig up dirt on them so they get kicked out…but Frank was so nice that it’d probably be useless to try and who would he even ask about Roman?
He could kill them…well that was the option.
It was now Siriussy’s job to off Roman and Frank. As sad as it made him to kill people in cold blood, it would have to be done in order to keep Jame around.
He didn’t even know why he was willing to do all of this for Jame. Maybe it was the way he made Siriussy feel. Sort of warm and fuzzy on the inside. Oh boy, Siriussy thought, remembering the occurrences of the day, Will Jame ever even forgive me?
He would just have to hope.
And kill.
Kill two innocent people.
But anything for Jame, right?