Stand Up, Face the Music - A Bizarre Encounter

"This is... Humilliating..." Evelyne grunted, barely making the shape of the spirit out, she would question it but... Truth be told, getting smacked over the head with a metal shelf was not exactly helping her keep a clear mind.

The man with arrow took a step back.

"What else is there to try?... As much as I would desire to erradicate you, it is far too late for that. You already adapted to it, I cannot deny it..."


His Stand quickly cracked a punch at the glass door, giving him an exit... Becaue of course, he couldn't just leave. Then it retreated, with a simple blink of light and a sort of distant, metalic clanking.

"You have questions I am sure... I will not answer them all, but I will at least tell you what to do from now. Your spirit or... Stand, cannot be seen by others, unless they have awakened it too, expect to see a few... Our kind attract each other, like magnets. As to what to do now- Say what happened, you got attacked, she got hurt, you scared off the attacker... Simple, correct?"

Evelyne coughed dryly.


"What the fuck is wrong with this town..." She sighed, hissing in pain as she touched her clearly pierced side.
 
“Oh well, you win some, you lose some.” Maxwell replied flatly, sighing. He sat on the curb until the police got there, having Disasterpiece laid the girl down on the sidewalk. If what the man said was true, it would look pretty weird if she was just floating in mid-air.

"We don't need your help. You just fucking stabbed us, and she probably needs a doctor." He said, "Oh, and I'm telling them you attacked us."

When the police finally arrived, they took Evelyne into an ambulance, where EMTs tried to patch her up as they took her to the nearest hospital. The police took statements from the two of them, and took the man away in handcuffs.
 
A day later...
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Evelyne was... Fine. As fine as she could be with a large cut in her side and a pretty bad scar on her forehead.

The day before had been a nightmare, she hoped today's morning would cause her to wake up and realize there were no weird men with arrows and bows in the middle of a city, or magic spirit things that fought or, whatever the hell they did, but it was hard to describe how miserable she was by the time she opened her eyes and was still in that hospital bed.

It was far worse whenever something alerted her, and she was a glimpse of that... Thing. It was such a strange thing, from what she heard, this thing was HER, not in the literal sense, but kind of? The whole topic only made her more confused. She tried to keep it simple for herself, and accept it as part of herself, despite her being quite, disturbed by the sight of the electrical current that manifested as some sort of disembodied robot head.


She picked up her cellphone at the first chance she had, looking at her missing messages, which were none, except an automated email about her latest song reaching 200 plays. Oh, how delightful, another hit to her pride.

With an upset sigh, she leaned back down onto the large, comfortable pillows, and stared at the ceiling. Not a visit, not a message, she wasn't surprised, but it was still saddening to see how none of her relatives even bothered to ask if she was alright.

Too bad, not like she wanted to see any of those parasites.
 
Maxwell went on with his night, eventually going to bed, thinking it was some weird trip, even though he was too broke for any substances that would do that kind of thing to him.

The next morning, the man picked up his phone and called up the hospital that had admitted Evelyne the night before, and he inquired about a visit, saying he was the one who talked to the police the night before.

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After the phone call, a nurse entered the woman’s room.

“A man named Maxwell Hoffman says he would like to visit you, he claims to be the one you were with when you were attacked last night, what should we tell him?”
 
"Maxwell?..." She repeated the name, looking at the nurse in surprise.

The name was familiar of course, but it clicked further when she mentioned that he was allegedly involved in last night's events. Of course, the cute guy from the store.

She never heard his name come from him directly, but she'd seen the nametag he was forced to wear after all.


"Of course, Mawell. You can let him in, just... Give me a second to change into anything that isn't this please..."

Despite being told not to, she was quick to stand up and go for her clothes, even with the pain, she knew the shame of being seen in such a bad state was worse, she would at least get a sweater or a hoodie and some shorts to not be in that hospital gown that was so very unflattering.

Evelyne managed to do it in time, even if she had to contain a tear or two every time her clothes brushed against a bruise or cut on her body.


She finally sat down at the edge of bed, fixing her hair, as much as she could and waited, she wondered why he'd come to visit, but it was better than nothing, at least she'd have someone to talk about the current struggle she had with this, so called Stand.
 
In the time it took for her to get dressed, Maxwell drove to the hospital, checking in and getting one of those visitor stickers that peeled off your shirt in less than fifteen minutes.

He took the elevator, thinking about what he should say. He didn’t want to see like he was hitting on her, but he didn’t want to seem obligated to check on her. It was a complex balance, and he was teetering on the line between the two.

When he eventually got there, Maxwell knocked on the door to her room, nervous even though he probably shouldn’t be. He was never allowed to talk to girls when he was growing up, and he became nervous around them as he got older.
 
He didn't have to knock twice, she was already standing up as soon as she heard him, wincing in pain and feeling as if the universe was shooting her a smack to the head with a delightful reminder about why she should've waited for her nurse.

Well too bad, Barbara, I have better things to do than listening about your perfect life!

She needed to stop talking to herself before she may actually drive herself insane.


Evelyne could've just told him to come in, but she didn't want to show weakness, not again at least. She didn't remember too much of the day before, but she remembered being carried, that was humilliating, it shattered her pride into tiny little pieces... That became splinters and were now digging at the back of her brain and trying to get her to show, some sort of confidence, even if she lacked any form of it.

With a gentle turn of the handle she looked out with a neutral expression.


"Oh... Welcome. I was told you were going to come but- Nevermind, come in." She stepped aside, essentially waddling back to her bed to sit down, taking deep breaths as she finally managed to get back in her bed. The sedatives were no longer doing their thing, and she was told they wouldn't be needed for now.

"Take a seat, uh- How's the arm?"
 
“You didn’t need to do that.” Maxwell said as she opened the door. “I mean, you are pretty beat up.” He was worried that she was over exerting herself and opening her wounds. The man tried to move to help her, but he felt frozen in place.

“I- um, I’m okay.” He replied, lying. His arm hurt like a bitch, and he was scared to to go the hospital in fear of the bill. He had used a first aid kit at his apartment and wrapped it up. Rolling up his sleeve, Maxwell showed her the gauze tape wrapped tightly around his arm. “Just a little flesh wound.”

“So, um, do you have this thing that you can summon that does weird shit?” He asked, getting to the point. “I have one, and I did some experimenting with him before I came here. He makes sounds, like, screechy sounds. He has a hammer, too. You got stabbed with the arrow, so do you have one, too?”
 
She shrugged. pretending to be okay, "I'll be fine, I've gotten beat up once or twice in my life."

Her eyes narrrowed at the sight of his arm, she was, skeptical, she couldn't know for certain that he had gotten professional help, but she'd seen bandages wrapping wounds enough times to know that was definetely not a doctor's work. She didn't shame him, or interrogate him, instead thinking she should take a kinder route and show concern.

"That arm looks- A bit rough though, I mean, you got an arrow to the arm. You know these people could check it out, just to make sure its all good, you know?"

The reminder of her, ugly company made her tense up, she sighed, a tiny bit upset, but there was no one else she could talk to about it.

"The thing. uh... Yeah. It's there- Somewhere in the room. It's kinda hard to catch. Fast, really damn quiet it's really... Unnerving. oh well... How's... Yours, the big guy?"


She crossed her arms, gritting her teeth as she heard a zap of electricity bounce from the lightbulb on top of them, onto her phone which was on the side of her bed at the time.


"This thing is troublesome, it was going around electrocuting the nurses who were treating me earlier, I think it knows I am afraid of needles... I haven't been able to see it right, little shit is good at hiding- Anyway... What do you plan on doing, with that thing?..."
 
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