I don’t know why I’m telling you this story, because it’s not in my best interest to reveal the secret of how I knew Viola, but I have this inexplicable compulsion to get it out. I don’t have all the answers, so you’re going to have to talk to Earl and Edgar, but the reality is that the whole Gertrude-Maud tragedy was not the first deadly and harrowing adventure that Viola took it upon herself to help with. Last year, Edgar found out that I had a bit of a crush on him, and he decided to do something about it. If I had realized who—and what—he was, I wouldn’t have had those feelings, but I was just excited he was taking an interest in me. The four of us started hanging out; the fourth being this other person I can’t really tell you about unless I explain what happened to us that night, and maybe then you’ll also understand why someone told you to speak with Ida before me. How they knew you should do that, I couldn’t tell you. The first thing we took was a pack of gum, from the grocery store. Roy even caught me doing it, but Edgar used his charm to get him to let us go, which of course wasn’t that hard, because he has a learning disability. The next time, though, we took something larger. I don’t remember what it was, but Blanche caught us this time, and there was no way she could be convinced to look the other way. Yet she did, all because Edgar simply told her to. I was scared, but also mesmerized. How did he do that? I had to know more, so I kept doing everything he asked; be it more stealing, some vandalism, or stashing a baseball bat at my house. By the time I had the good sense to stop the madness, he already had me in his claws, and no matter how much I wanted to pull away, he kept me subservient. Some people seem to think Viola had superhuman powers, which I know was true, but no one seems to be considering the possibility that she was never the only one. There is so much about this world that we can’t explain.
Things got so much worse when he asked me to film him give our fourth friend a beating. He didn’t say why he was doing it, but he was enjoying it a lot, and that psychopathy was enough to break me out of my trance. I immediately knew that Viola was the only one who could help me with my problem, even though I had no real reason to think that. By the time she and I found them again, the fourth friend was already lying on a wooden table, in this creepy dungeons, his blood draining into a bucket. Viola was clear he wasn’t a vampire, but that didn’t mean she fully understood what he was going to do. It was very ceremonial, and culty, which she wasn’t surprised to see. The victim was inches from death when Viola started taking Edgar on in a physical manner. They spilled all the blood during the fight, and drenched the place, except not a single drop touched me, or Earl, who was in an even deeper trance than I ever was. Before too long, Viola had him bested, and knocked unconscious. She ruthlessly rolled the victim off the table, and placed Edgar on it. When she picked up the knife, I thought she was going to kill him with it, but she just made several very shallow cuts, all over his body. I couldn’t see anything change, but I could feel the heat from some kind of energy pass from the victim, up to Edgar’s body, and a coldness transfer the other direction. When Edgar woke up, he wasn’t Edgar anymore. They had switched placed, thanks to Viola’s magic. The reason I can’t name him is because Viola erased him from history, and everyone’s mind, including his own. I was one of only three to remember that any of this happened, but Viola never told us why, and I still don’t recall his name. That’s all I know. Earl can tell you more. I’m done talking about this.
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