Serena was curled up on her side, shaking with pain. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and her face was streaked with tears. "Please stop," she sobbed. "Please."
"I'll stop when Dr. Cyrus tells me to stop."
"You're one of us. How could you do this to us?"
"It's what I do."
"You hurt others?"
"We all do what we were born to do. Out there, I'm no one. If it weren't for the academy I'd be flipping hamburgers somewhere. But in here, I'm a VIP."
"You're a sellout."
Marnie sneered. "Aren't you the saint? In the end, everyone sells out. Even the saints."
"You're wrong," Serena said, her voice strained. "Some people would rather die than hurt others."
"Well, you might just get your wish." She walked over and slapped Serena on the head. "Did I hear you're a cheerleader?" She cleared her throat. "Were a cheerleader?"
Serena didn't answer.
"I hate cheerleaders. Stuck-up, shallow imbeciles." She crouched down next to Serena. "Don't you know how stupid you look out there shaking your pom-poms?"
"At least I'm not hurting anyone."
"No? How about all those girls who wanted to be cheerleaders and weren't pretty enough or popular enough? You think you're so good. It's easy to be good when everyone's kissing your feet—when you have perfect skin and teeth." She grabbed Serena by the hair and lifted her head. "In here you're no one, cheerleader. You remember that. You can't even walk unless I say so. If they let me, I could drain you like a bathtub and watch you die. So how about a cheer for me? Because in here, I'm the star quarterback."
"Until they don't need you anymore," Serena said. "Then you'll be thrown out with the rest of the trash."
Marnie yanked Serena's hair. "Don't push your luck, cheerleader," Marnie growled. "I don't always stop when they tell me to." She let go of Serena's hair and Serena fell to the ground. "Oh, they'll always need me. As long as there're mutants like you out there, they'll always need me." Marnie stood up. "And our session isn't over yet. So just sit back and enjoy yourself." She smiled darkly. "I know I will."
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