Editing Ghosts of Rage (Warhammer High) (section)

===Convincing Victoria===

Victoria was next on her list. She knew this one wouldn’t be easy as they both had a long history of dislike between them. Unlike Hana though, their hatred was non-physical, so there was no worry of having to watch out for a sudden fight.

However, Furia still wanted nothing more than to spit on her perfection. The girl infuriated her like no other with her high class attitude and insane hatred for anything out of order. It was quite obvious why the two never agreed on anything with them being exact polar opposites.

So confronting her without having to smash her head into the wall was going to be challenging. Yet Furia had to endure for her own sake. Like Faith, Victoria was quite easy to find, as her schedule rarely changed from the well timed perfection she had created.

Furia waited patiently in the girl’s bathroom on the fifth floor by the vending machines. It was always the same one, right after lunch had started. Few girls would use this one at the time, so Victoria always chose it for the best place to apply her makeup and take care of private businesses.

Leaning against the wall, she sighed as she counted down the seconds to the fifth minute of the hour. Exactly on time, the tall blonde girl walked in, not noticing Furia at first. The girl was exactly the same as always, the skirt a bit too high, the shirt buttons undone way to low. Jewelry flashing and makeup untouched, the blonde girl still found something wrong as she inspected herself in the mirror, opening her hand bag.

Then Victoria paused and turned slowly to notice Furia standing by the door. The two stared for a moment, neither moving a muscle as they both realized the sudden tension in the room.

“Is this how I die?” Victoria asked her finally. Furia almost fell over flat at the statement, unsure if she should laugh or comply with the request.

“Not today Vic. As much as I want to though, things between us need to change,” Furia told her.

“Change?” her cousin asked her, and she nodded.

“I don’t know if you had the time to notice with your busy schedule and all, but I’m different nowadays. I want this hatred between us to end, alright?” Furia answered.

Victoria looked her over and laughed, hysterically. The laugh was so loud and high pitched, Furia’s urge to run her head into the walls was growing. It lasted for a while when finally it stopped abruptly. “No.”

“I was hoping you’d under- what?” Furia said, realizing what her cousin had told her.

“No. You see, our hatred for each other is perfect. Polar opposites, forever dueling. Me, the high class princess. You, the low class ruffian. A constant struggle. I enjoy the fights we have. I really do.”

Furia paused at that, seemingly a loss of words. “Victoria, you are a strange one.”

“Me? Strange? You are the one who dresses like a boy and likes to fight. I act like a girl with our noble background. How am I the strange one?”

Thinking it over, she realized how true the statement was. They were both weird to each other, just polar opposites of a common conflict. “So you enjoyed our fighting because it is perfect? Isn’t that a bit... masochistic?”

Victoria shrugged. “Maybe, but I found it just to be friendly banter between the two of us.”

Once again, Furia was a loss of words. The truth of the relation the two of them had was almost too much for her to handle. Instead, she came back to the point. “Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t want to fight anymore. This perfection is stopping right now.”

She instantly frowned, clearly unpleased with the proposal. “That’s just plain wrong. Will you at least tell me why?”

Furia paused, feeling she owed her that much. “I’m being medicated to control my anger. I can’t hate you if I tried.”

They shared a look before Victoria groaned. “Well, that sucks.”

“Tell me about it,” Furia muttered as she opened the door to the bathroom and left.