From within the room, Carla's calm professional voice sounded out. "Mr. Valen, you have been standing there for a while now, will you not come in?"
At those words Mr. Valen scoffed, his eyes narrowing in focus as he stepped into the room.
The office looked the same, dim, with a certain hazy smell around its entirety, but there were a few changes.
'The bars are different,' Mr. Valen thought noting how the bars protecting the window appear to have been changed recently.
The avatar that followed her everywhere remained, the pupil within the eyeball dilating and contracting as it focused on him.
It hovered behind her, its damp, glistening end unclear.
His own avatar (the shadowy humanoid) stood at a dark corner of the room, profusely shaking its head, but Mr. Valen paid it and its antics no mind.
Carla had also seen fit to change the seating arrangement.
On his last visit, his seat had been behind the window, facing the door, while Carla's seat faced the window opposite him.
Now the opposite was true, as from where he stood (right in front of the door), Carla was looking at him, also standing, her arms behind her back as she smiled dryly at him.
She wore a V-neck suit, but instead of her usual black skirt, she was now wearing pants, which Mr. Valen found to be out of character.
The brown haired man from before sat with his legs folded by the bookshelf on the cold marble floors, he looked docile, like a child.
"I don't think a session would be possible today, you may leave, Valen," Carla commanded, that dry smile never leaving her face.
Mr. Valen looked to the low table between the two seats and saw a file lying there beside a bottle of pills.
He then looked back at Carla, his face expressionless. "Was it you who signed my admission?"
"Hump!" Carla scoffed, slowly sitting on her high-backed chair. "I support my people... especially when they are compliant."
"I am... flattered," Mr. Valen chuckled, or at least tried to chuckle, but it sounded wrong, robotic, never reaching his eyes.
At this sight, Carla's eyes narrowed even further, her form tensing. "You aren't even trying anymore, are you? I know how much you value your person suit, so-" she suddenly paused, her dry smile fading. "Are you planning to kill me, Valen?"
"Person Suit," Mr. Valen echoed, ignoring her question as he took a single step closer. "A term of your own creation, one used only by you... and, in time, by me since I grew to like it... it sounded unique."
"Here you are patronizing me again," Carla scoffed, watching as Mr. Valen walked towards the bookshelf by the side, his fingers tracing the old, slightly dusty covers.
"I find myself wondering, to whom else have you divulged that term?" Mr. Valen asked, ignoring the man who sat uneasily on the floor.
The brown haired man seemed confused, like he wanted no part in whatever was happening now, but he could not leave for whatever reason.
Carla remained quiet at Mr. Valen's words, but only for a moment, "You want to kill Amethyst?"
At those words, "Whoosh!" Mr. Valen moved so swiftly that dust rose from the ground beneath him, his arms widened as to catch Carla by the neck.
"Bam!" Carla seemed to be expecting this as she jumped out of her chair just as swiftly, kicking that very same chair towards him.
Of course, the thing was knocked out of the way by him as though it were some kind of lightweight object, but that window has blocked his view.
"Bam!" Mr. Valen gaged, pain shooting from his throat as Carla struck his Adam's apple with her knuckles, but he shook it off, his eyes flaring as he balled his fist, swinging it violently at the woman before him-
"Too wide," Carla scoffed as she dodged quickly, stepping back so as not to allow Mr. Valen to grab her, but then he felt something touch his ankle.
"Bang!" Before he could even process, his entire body was flung upwards from the ankle, hitting the ceiling before once again being slammed violently on the floor.
At that instant, Mr. Valen managed to trace the object as a sniwey black thing tracing to Carla's behind, (a tail).
'What?' he thought as he felt his body being drawn upward again, but this time, he grabbed onto one of the legs of the low table, twisting his form and hurling the entire thing at her mid-air.
"Bang!" Carla crossed her arms as the thing shattered on her form, splinters and shards of wood digging into her flesh.
Simultaneously, Mr. Valen also felt Carla's tail release him mid-throw, causing him to land awkwardly on the floor.
But he did not rest, sprinting towards Carla as soon as he regained balance, his form like a phantom streaking across the room.
"Brat!" Carla groaned as her tail streaked towards him, again, but Mr. Valen was aware of it this time, catching the thing once it was close enough, but he had underestimated its strength.
"Whoosh!" The thing flashed, and Mr. Valen was slammed against the bookshelf, his back splintering the hardwood. But he was no statue; he did feel pain, he simply ignored the terrible bruises the attacks had given him.
'That tail,' Mr. Valen thought as he stood up, his breath slightly strained. 'It possesses more strength than her entire body.'
Mr. Valen moved once more, and Carla, seeing this, groaned. "You don't learn do you!"
"Whoosh!" Her tail, streaked once more, but this time Mr. Valen dived like some kind of rabid beast, barely dodging the limb and reaching her, forcing the woman to the ground.
"Bam!" He struck her head, drawing blood as he hit her with an unbelievable amount of force.
"Argh!" Carla groaned loudly, "Protect me!" She spat at Mr. Valen who was already drawing his hand for a second hit.
"Who is Amethyst? Why did she come after me?" he asked emotionlessly as he struck her again, disfiguring her face even further.
Suddenly, "leave her alone," a feeble voice broke out as Mr. Valen felt someone jump on his back and bite into his shoulder.
He flinched slightly and stood up immediately, his arms reaching for the man, fingers digging into his flesh, drawing blood, trying to pry him from his form.
But something was wrong, a normal human would have retreated because of the pain, but Mr. Valen noted that even as his fingers dug deeper into the man's flesh, deep enough to feel the rush of his blood, he never let go.
"Servire!" Carla's voice sounded out in the room as Mr. Valen felt a cold palm on his chest.
Looking down, he saw Carla, her eyes glowing purple, smiling at him as he stepped back.
A cold, invasive jolt ran through him, and in that instant, Carla spoke again. "You can leave him alone, Mr. Edward."
With those words, the madman that had previously clung to his back fell off, slumping on the floor, with blood gushing out of his neck, courtesy of the multiple puncture wounds inflicted by Mr. Valen's fingers.
Mr. Valen, on the other hand, gazed at his chest; his shirt had been ripped, exposing his chiseled form.
And on his chest was a glowing circle made of hundreds of tiny squirming inscriptions, that pulsed sick purple.
Carla, her face blooded smiled at this sight, and said with a cracked voice. "Kneel!"
"Bam!" Mr. Valen's knees hit the ground with a thud, his body commanded by some repulsive force unknown to him.
His eyes widened in shock, showing emotion for the first time in this fight, and as he looked to that dark corner of the room, he found his avatar smiling exposing its thousands of needle-like teeth.
"Bam!" A sound came as two to three men in white uniforms broke into the office, their voices loud. "Is everything ok in here we heard the-"
The lead officer paused as he saw a Carla, face bruised and wounded beyond recognition.
Then his eyes trailed to a man lying in a pool of his own blood.
"You all saw nothing, and will speak of this to no one," Carla's voice cut through before any of the men could even speak.
And Mr. Valen could swear that he saw a purple glow pulse in the chest of each of these three men who nodded dumbly and walked away, shutting the door behind them.
Mr. Valen looked at Carla, who had begun walking towards him, her silence unsettling.