There was a large banner hanging above the entrance hall that Jon didn't see hung up yesterday. What shocked him was that it read "Goodbye Tim Brant". Knowing that Roger was behind this, Jon ran to Roger's office in hopes of confronting him. Sure enough, Roger was sitting in his office with a smile on his face.
"Oh hello Gibson, did you hear the news? Roger said trying to hold back a smile. "Sad isn't it."
"What did you do!" Jon yelled.
"Not so loud Gibson, you definitely do not want to make a scene."
"I'm not fucking around Roger now tell me why you're wishing Tim away. I already know what you did to Joseph."
"Oh do you not like Joanna? I personally think she is just adorable. Did you know she's been doing ballet for over 12 ye-"
"Roger!" Jon yelled as he slammed his hands on Roger's desk. "The truth. Now."
"Fine." Roger said coldly. "The truth is I ran out of ideas when it came to deciding Tim's fate. I could have transformed him into anything, but honestly I could not think of anything that would make you the most upset. So I did the next best thing and had his father get a better job out of the state. Which means I got to spend my time thinking about what to do with your good friend Pete."
"What did you do to Pete?" Jon asked as he began to feel a familiar sharp pain in his head.
"Oh Pete? Well before you walked in, I asked him to go to the bathroom and read some poetry I thought he might like and then come back as soon as he's finished."
On cue, the door opened to reveal a sight that shocked Jon, but was of no surprise to Roger. A towering woman walked into the room carrying a few sheets of paper. The height difference between her and the boys was thanks to her black boots, but they weren't as eye catching as the red skinny jeans she was sporting. The woman handed Roger the papers with a smile, as she stroked her black pixie cut hair with her other hand.
"So what did you think?" Roger asked the woman.
"You were right Roger." The woman said with a smile. "I couldn't resist laughing at Mary Montagu's poem. She really called out Jonathan Swift about his misogynistic behavior in his dressing room poem. I'll definitely use her as inspiration for the next poetry jam."
"Great, oh by the way let me introduce you to someone." Roger pointed to Jon, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack from pure shock. "This is Jon Gibson, you ever hear of him."
"No I haven't." The woman said as she held out her hand. "Hey I'm Petra. Petra Roberts. Pleased to meet you."
Jon slowly held out his hand and shook her hand. Staring into her face, Jon could tell that she used to be Peter due to the resemblance. They shared the same birthmark on their right cheek, though on Petra's face it was mostly covered up with makeup.
"It's nice to meet you Petra." Jon said with little emotion.
"Well Jon and Roger, it's been fun but I need to head to class. Catch you two later."
"Oh before you go I have one last thing to ask." Roger said with a smile. "What are your thoughts on comics?"
"Comic Books?" Petra scoffed. "Hate them. Worthless compared to all other forms of literature."
"Thank you that will be all." Roger smiled
As Petra left the office, Jon turned to Roger and stared at Student President. Roger began to laugh louder than he had in years, as Jon began to shake his fists. Peter became the last straw for Jon as he attempted to punch the giggling stone wielder with his right hand. Roger immediately dodged the punch and grabbed Jon's right arm, as he proceeded to twist it to an uncomfortable position. Jon tried to retaliate with a kick, but Roger outmaneuvered him by jabbing Jon's stomach with his knee. In just a few seconds, Jon was on the floor while Roger remained standing without breaking a sweat.
"Do you know who trained me in self defense Jon?" Roger asked in a softer tone. "My sister Sarah, the one that you erased from reality."
"My friends didn't deserve it Roger." Jon wheezed as he tried to stand up.
"Deserve what? Becoming better people? Having better reading taste than comic books? Serving a greater purpose besides being in a book club?" Roger stomped on Jon's back to prevent him from getting up. After the fifth stomp, Roger continued. "Unlike you I actually ensured the changes would benefit more people than myself. What have you done with the stone besides waste its potential?"
"I was doing a g-good deed." Jon said as he crawled in a fetal position to endure the pain.
"Understand this Gibson. What I have done so far is Isolation, and we both know I have one target left. Once that's finished you will feel the full strength of my wrath. In fact, I made sure to make you a present. To prepare you for what's to come."
Roger placed a M1911 pistol right beside Jon's head, as Jon flinched at the sight of the gun's barrel staring at him.
"This is a special gun Gibson. It's one that is only usable by you. I can't use it, your sister can't use it, no-one in your self created book club can use it. Just you. Except the thing is, you can't shoot me with that. In fact you can't shoot anyone with that gun.. except for yourself."
Jon said nothing as he starred at the gun sitting across from him. It looked like an average pistol with no obvious magical modifications on it. Same bullets. Same trigger.
"Just understand this Jon, that gun is your only way out from my domain. Because after today, the gloves come off and I focus my attention on you, and you alone. If you think what I've done to you so far equates to what you've done to me and my family, you are mistaken. The only way we will ever become even, is when you place the gun to your head, and pull the damn trigger. Only then will I be satisfied. Now take your gun and get the hell out of my office.
After taking a few moments to cough, Jon grabbed the chair nearest him to prop himself up. A sharp pain was rolling through Jon's back from the stomps on his back, but that pain paled in comparison to the headaches he had been feeling lately. Before he left the room, Jon looked down at the gun and reached for it, only to put his hands in his pocket instead.
"Keep your damn gun Roger. This isn't over."
Leaving the room, Jon proceeded to...
