Victor had come to visit Alia, see how she was — but he hadn’t found her in her usual spot. Nor had he found her in any other spot he checked. He was really starting to get worried now. Where on earth could she be? Had something happened to her? Had her darker impulses taken control of her again? (Victor sincerely hoped not. He really didn’t want to have another face-off with that Alia.)
He’s passing by the house on his way to check out another area when the stone comes crashing out, making him jump. “What the—” He looks in the broken window. “Who — ALIA!”
He forces the window open and climbs in, rushing to her side. His foot catches a floorboard and he falls, but he’s back on his feet in a moment. He finally kneels beside her, taking in her condition with growing horror. “Alia, what — oh God—” He yanks off his coat and does his best to cover her. “W-what happened?”
“Big Brother…” Alia sighed, a faint smile on her features.
She can feel the cloth cover her like a blanket. Her mind was beginning to draw a blank and she couldn’t sense much any more, but she didn’t care, so long as he stayed by her side. When Victor had tripped, the bottle had jumped to the edge of the table, and finally decided to fall now, rolling over to his hand. It was something rather typical and seemed rather silly, but this was a toxin. This was no better than being bit my a poisonous spider or snake. If not taken care of, it would kill someone, and Alia had not been treated. It was truly her death now; No more cheating.