Chemistry Test You Haven't Studied For(Complete)

[Mime]

Louis sat in the back of the class where people would be less inclined to talk to him. He did not like to talk and could barely talk anyways let alone in English. He understood the language and could write it fluently but his pronunciation was off. So those few days of girls thinking he was the fascinating, romantic, french student had died pretty quickly. They now would tend to turn their backs to him like he was a leper or frowned patronized him for his disability. It was not fun for sure but it was something he was comfortable with.

The guys were another story, the meat headed thugs and jocks (Louis often had a hard time telling the difference between them) often would call him retarded and would imitate his stuttering. However they never really tried to pick a fight with him, one student did once. But that was the emphasis, it only took once. Not all the students were jerks however, he had his own small circle of friends that he was a part of, they weren't to popular nor were they too nerdy, just filling the spaces between the two. He wished that he could speak clearly and without a feeling of razors grating against his throat and stomach.

"All right pop quiz everyone!" his teacher said with a smile on his face. Louis liked his chemistry teacher, he was a nice enough guy and taught well. Even better was that he knew sign language so Louis did not need a special education teacher for this class. If he ever needed to talk to someone else he wrote it on a piece of paper.

"This quiz requires actual lab work so pair up and get to work." the teacher said as he handed everyone instructions and worksheets.

Louis bit his lip slightly. He hated this stuff, he never really worked well with others for the most part. Also, he was fairly new so he did not know how well he would work with some of these students.

[Gia Stevens]

Chemistry class had to be her favorite class, period. Honestly, she was mega glad that she had been able to skip over Biology, because she had tested high enough (for someone that didn’t remember her past, she actually had a pretty good number of science book smarts), and therefore didn’t have to dissect things. Ugh.

Environmental Science, what she was slated to take next year with the juniors, sounded better, because it actually dealt with the outdoors, but for now, she was content with Chemistry. Science in general was fun, and came easily to her, even if she really didn’t like getting separated from all of her yearmates (they were pretty nice, actually, once everyone got past the fact that she had no clue who they were).

But even though she enjoyed the class, Gia, like everyone else, groaned as the teacher announced a pop quiz. Great, just great… Sure, she’d probably do good on it, but she hated tests and quizzes, especially pop ones, as much as the next kid. Probably more, because she despised surprises. They weren’t… fun.

Head slumping even more, blonde hair obscuring her face for a moment as he announced that it was going to be lab, with a partner (the girl loved lab projects, but not partners, not when everyone was older than her), Gia sighed, popping her head up as she glanced around the room. Everyone was converging into their groups of friends, and then separating off into twos, and she hadn’t really made any friends with the older students. Great, just… great.

Glancing around and trying to catch someone’s eye, hopefully a nice older student that would be willing to help her, and clutching at her worksheet, Gia’s eyes lit upon the lone junior in the class. What was his name? …For the life of her, she couldn’t remember it, but he didn’t look like someone mean, rather someone quiet and nervous (and she wasn’t the loudest, so she could get on fairly easy with them), and wasn’t he from France or something?

Yeah, she didn’t think that he was from here.

Picking up her worksheet, and stepping out of her seat, pushing in her chair absentmindedly behind her, she walked over, pushing a strand of her hair nervously behind her ear. As she knew him as the ‘mute French’, he probably knew her as the ‘amnesiac freshman’. There were no such things as secrets in these halls.

“Um, do you wanna work with me?” Gia asked hesitantly, stopping in front of his desk and looking at him with big blue eyes. Urgh, she didn’t want to get made fun of…

[Mime]

Louis looked at Gia. He tried to form some words but his teeth clenched, a cage to prevent his voice from escaping. it was times like this where he didn't want anyone to see him. They could not understand. But he passed it off quickly so as not to creep out his lab partner. He shrugged and nodded as if to say "Sure, why not?" Louis passed it off as nonchalant and almost stylish. He was a master of body language, he had to be to communicate, this was one of the reasons why he had taken up pantomime. Well and for the more obvious reason. But no one knew the other reason except for himself.He cleared the chair next to him where he normally rested his messenger bag so she could sit.

Politely he walked away from the table to pick up the materials they needed. He set up the Bunsen burner to a small straight blue flame. He put on some lab goggles and handed a smaller pair to the girl. She may have been a freshman but she was a little short. He set up a stand to hold a beaker of a blue liquid over the burner, waiting for it to boil. He pointed at the next step and motioned to her to ask her to do this part. He did not like partnerships for the most part but if someone else was on his team he still expected them to do half of the work.


"Hello my name is Louis (S is silent, as in Louie),what is yours?" he scribbled quickly on a page in his notebook and pointed it to her. He had heard rumors about the girl, some memory problems it seemed. There was another rumor that he was more interested in, her friends once said that she went on a date with someone from the Teen Titans, the green one. He wanted to ask about it but he did not, first off it would be rude to ask about something so personal and Louis was a gentleman. Secondly, they just met and that is not what you ask someone if you do not know them well, and thirdly he wanted to pretend that super heroes bored him. That would make it possible for people to not suspect him in his alter ego.

[Gia Stevens]

She waited for a response, trying not to feel nervous, and then blinked in surprise when he just nodded. Was he really mute, then…? Huh… That was interesting. And she didn’t know like sign language or anything, and she’d probably fail at reading lips, so… this would be a weird partnership, that was for sure. “Great,” she said, giving him a small smile.

Following behind, she accepted the goggles with a “Thanks,” before she paused, looking down on them. They weren’t the nice ones, rather big clunky ones that fit over both eyes at once, but they… sparked something. A memory, maybe. Goggles fitting over her eyes, shattering as they hung around her neck… Wrenching her eyes away from them, she slipped them on, ignoring the jitters that filled her as she wore them.

She hated goggles. Hated, hated, hated them.

Blinking up at the junior confusedly for a moment, as he gestured, it sunk in. “Oh, sure, I’ll get the next part ready!” With that, Gia glanced over at the paper, saw that they were to test the minerals when the water was done boiling, and thus stepped over to the front of the room, to collect three small film canisters of minerals, each of them white and labeled with a different number.

Placing them on their table, and glancing at the beaker to check if it was boiling yet (it wasn’t), the girl glanced over at him as he scribbled, leaning over to read his words. “Louis?” she asked, testing it out to see if she had gotten it correct. She thought she did, but… “I’m Gia, nice to meet you.”

With that, she instinctively held out a fist to fist-bump, before the girl realized what she was doing, and quickly shifted it over to an outstretched hand to shake with a sheepish smile.

[Mime]

Louis blinked for a moment looking confused for a second. He then smiled and shook her hand."G-G-G-G-Gia...?" he said quietly. Louis really wished that he could be speaking telepathically now. It would be so much easier. But no, he couldn't reveal himself as carrying a metagene. He actually sounded cool and confident when he could speak his mind with his mind.

Louis wrote again, "Pleasure is mine, chéri." Though "chéri" meant darling he did not really mean it in a romantic way. That was just how he acted to be polite, his way of saying miss while complimenting her at the same time. She was cute but too young and not his type. He shook his head for a moment thinking of someone he had once lost and threw it out of his mind...for the moment. He smiled at Gia to be friendly although he was still not sure he liked having her around. It was not her fault, there was nothing wrong with her, it was him. He just couldn't really trust people. He stared blankly into the beaker of water for a moment.

He measured the change of volume in his head. Back when he was an assassin, he needed to know how to best estimate things such as volume, height, and distance quite regularly so he was pretty good at it. He wrote the data on the sheet and then actually measured it the proper way, he was off by one decimal which was a two instead of a five. He erased a part of what he wrote and fixed it. He was pretty good with numbers, it wasn't a power or anything but he could usually estimate a proper answer with the time it took to snap your fingers. He slowly poured a blue liquid into the water as instructed. It turned into a forest green color for some reason, he wrote it down.

[Gia Stevens]

She nodded, smiling slightly as he actually said her name. “Yeah! Don’t wear it out!” Gia teased, shaking his hand. Guess what they said about him being mute weren’t true, after all. So maybe if he had heard such things said about him, and then heard the tale of her amnesia, he wouldn’t believe it? Hopefully… The girl didn’t really want to have more questions asked of her. Too many already.

Though that did beg the question of why he wrote things down. Maybe he was just shy? Could be… She giggled slightly at the words, flashing him a grin as she grew more comfortable, for he seemed nice, something niggled at the back of her mind. Like, she had actually heard the words before…

Ignoring the feeling, because it was like a loose tooth that you couldn’t stop from messing with, and if it would come out, it would, and if not, it would haunt her in her dreams every night until she knew it like it really was a memory, Gia watched curiously as he wrote down the volume and stuff, copying it down onto her own paper, but wondering aloud. “Woah, how’d you do that so easy?” Science might have been her best subject, but she didn’t think that she could get the volume so easily, without really measuring.

Then again, volume was kind of a math thing. And math wasn’t her favorite subject (not her least favorite, though, that happened to be English).

The water looked boiling, so she fetched one of those… things, with the vials and stuff in them. The racks. Whatever they were called, she really didn’t care. Placing it on the table, Gia looked up just in time to see the water turn green, in the step before hers, and her mouth formed an ‘o’, blue eyes widening. “Wow!” she exclaimed, even as she fetched the gloves she was supposed to wear for the next part. “That’s so cool!”

Taking a quick moment to write that down, as well, she pulled on the gloves, wincing slightly as she did so (they weren’t her gloves, they weren’t, but she didn’t have gloves!), from the familiar yet foreign sensation, and reached over to grab the beaker tentatively with both hands. It was hot, something that she could feel through the gloves, but she wasn’t going to burn herself. That’s what the protective stuff was for.

Pouring some of the green water (it was… a very pretty color. Very pretty.) into each of the vials, before placing it back on the stand, Gia looked up at Louis, making sure he was ready. “I’m gonna add the minerals now, and the instructions say to have one person ready, so I guess it’s gonna be a quick reaction…”

He seemed pretty good about collecting data, though, so she wasn’t too worried. She just wanted to make sure that he was ready, that’s all.

[Mime]

Louis shrugged when asked him how he counted in his head. It just became second nature to him, it was not really something he had to work at anymore. He was taught by the commune of psychic assassins how to best make calculations. Every time he failed he was punished harshly, so he had to learn fast. He could not tell her that though and figured it was mostly just a passing question anyways. He looked at the green solution in the beaker. He switched off the knob for the Bunsen burner. They would no longer be needing it.

She really enjoyed the outcome of the experiment so far it seemed. Yeah it was pretty he supposed but that stuff never really go to him in any real way. "Is green your favorite color or something?" he wrote on some paper and handed it to Gia. He never really saw the big deal of having a favorite color but from what he knew most normal kids with normal back grounds normally had favorite colors and apparently some weirdo thought Louis was not normal because he did not. Honestly though, he thought the whole concept as favorite color, favorite season, favorite animal and so forth were just abnormal questions. They all needed to be there to paint the right picture didn't they?

But Louis was thinking too much into it. He tended to do that sometimes. His upbringing was not exactly traditional in nature so he had trouble catching up to what were considered social norms. He watched as she added the minerals to the concoction. He nodded his head to signal that he was ready for whatever happened. However nothing seemed to happen. He waited a few more seconds and still nothing.

All of the sudden, there were some sparks that fizzled outward from the beaker for about twenty seconds and then it died out. The liquid then started gathering foam and falling off the top. He wrote this down and after waiting for ab out a minute he thought it would be okay to wipe away the foam that was on the table. He liked to keep things clean, ironic considering he grew up in a secret corridor within the sewers of Paris.

[Gia Stevens]

Well, that wasn’t much of an answer. Must be an instinct thing, then, one which she wished she had. Could be kinda cool.

The paper that he handed her made her blink in surprise, before she considered the question. “I… don’t know,” Gia told the other, a minute frown on her face. “Never really thought about it, but I guess so…” Well, she could’ve thought about it, and had a favorite color, once upon a time, but she didn’t remember that. It was probably because it was the color of his face, of the boy’s.

She refused to believe that the face belonged to the Teen Titan, ‘Beast Boy’. He couldn’t be right.

Well, seeing that the other was ready, she tipped in the first container of minerals, number one, into one of the vials, and waited patiently. Huh… It was supposed to do something, wasn’t it? Was ‘not reacting’ the result? Cause this wasn’t going to be a fun experiment, if so…

About to attempt and exchange a quizzical look with Louis (mostly attempt, because she wasn’t sure if he would have such a look on his face), she started slightly when the vial next to her sparked, not having expected it. Always a lover of science, she watched with rapt attention, though she took a step away when foam gathered, like some mockery of when you pour a glass of pop, not wanting to get it on her.

Shifting her attention away as it died down, and making a note from the corner of her eye that Louis did write the results down, Gia snatched up the next container, opening it up and turning back to see that the other was cleaning up the table. She gave him a smile for that. “Thanks!”

With that, she turned her attention back to their experiment. “Alright, time for the second batch.” Carefully, she poured in the minerals in the second vial, and the results were more immediate this time, with the solute dissolving into the solvent, turning the water a slightly darker green (which didn’t leave her feeling slightly bereft, nope). Was that it? She tapped it lightly, an instinctive thing to try and move it along (probably from messing with the television, maybe), when her eyes widened and she drew back.

“It’s getting colder!” Sure enough, when she pulled off one of her gloves to actually touch the glass vial with her bare finger, it was getting colder. Huh, that was weird…

[Mime]

Louis raised an eyebrow as the girl actually put her fingers in the other solute. He quickly wrote out "I do not believe that that is safe behavior in the lab. It could be dangerous.But at least you are not eating the green stuff." He tore out the paper and flashed it in her face as she did that. He didn't want any accidents to happen. He was in his civilian attire not the costume. It seemed okay and the chemicals seemed stable enough but you never know.

He picked up a thermometer and placed it in the vial. It was about twenty eight degrees farenheit, just below the point where water starts to freeze. However the liquid did not seem to come close to freezing.It had a strange scent about it, almost like the taste of sushi and ice cream but taken through the nose instead. It was odd to say the least.He wrote everything down, even his opinion of the scent which was probably something no one would understand.

"So, I am a little new here. Are there any cool places in this city to go out and see?" he asked on the paper he wrote the last message on. He hadn't had the chance to explore the city as he wanted to, not in civilian mode anyways. Although he was not the type of person to go out and hang with friends outside of school he was still curious what the place had to offer.

The chemicals were starting to crystallize, they weren't frozen like ice, they were like emeralds as stalactites or whatever was the one that came out of the floor. He wrote it down, and motioned for Terra to weigh it. he was curious as to the change in weight it had between being liquid and solid.

[Gia Stevens]

She rolled her eyes lightly at the statement he wrote out, though the ending made her giggle slightly. Don’t touch it? Really? “I’m just touching the vial, so it’s fine, don’t worry,” Gia told him, slipping her glove back on (with a small ‘pang’ inside her). “And do you take me for one of those idiot jocks?” She would never eat something like that, not even on like a triple-dog-dare. The boys that would were stupid as all get out.

…Okay, not stupid. Just peer challenged.

Watching curiously as the other inspected it, writing stuff down (guess she was the brawn, and he the brains, in this sitch), and seeing how he smelled it, Gia waited until he had returned to his paper, before she stepped over and sniffed it herself. It smelled… familiar. “Tastes like sushi mixed with ice cream.” Her own voice echoed mockingly at her from inside of her head, and the present day girl, though she didn’t remember the situation, couldn’t help but agree. That was what it smelled like, at least.

And she was definitely not trying it, to see if it tasted the same. Especially considering Louis’s comment.

Blinking in surprise as she considered the locations, Gia thought, as she stepped over to snatch a scale to weight their rather cool looking chemicals in. “Um… Slice of Life’s got really good pizza, the amusement park’s pretty cool, and Fever Pitch, the nightclub, sounds good, though I’ve never been there…” She shrugged helplessly as she paused in her weighing. “I’m not the best person to ask about that.” Mostly because she was ‘new’ to Jump City, though in a different way than Louis.

Glancing at the scale, Gia spoke up, redirecting their focus to the project. “It’s 3.25 grams,” she told the other, before putting the vial back. Just one more mineral left.

[Mime]

Louis looked over at Gia. It seemed that she did not really know what the nice places were in this town either. Well she still knew more than he did about the city. Well at least in terms of what to do there. Louis had been jumping from roof top to rooftop of the whole city for a while now. He had seen the pizza place before, in fact it was hard to miss, from an aerial view it looked like a slice of pizza with pepperoni on it. Louis wondered why the architect bothered to do that, true it was creative and Louis commended that but the only way to notice the design is to be on the top of a building overlooking it. Otherwise it was not particularly noticeable.

He had never been to the amusement park before or any for that matter. It sounded fun but he wouldn't waste money on going and he wasn't going to break in either. The dance club was definitely not the scene he was into. Too loud, obnoxious and pushy. He wondered why they even let minors in the place, there was an open bar there and dance clubs were notorious for the occasional group of idiots selling drugs like LSD and Ecstasy. Louis had been there though, but he wasn't Louis at the time. He was doing a drug bust as the Mime.

"Oh well thanks anyways. And sorry if it seemed like I though you were dumb or anything I was just being cautious. My last lab partner actually did try to eat the experiment and that was why he was absent for so long." Louis explained in another note.

There were a lot of stupid teenagers. No common sense at all. He had noticed that immediately when he enrolled in school. He wondered if this was an American thing or if Paris was like that as well. Although he had lived in Paris up until this point he had never been to school or socialized with kids his age other than the others who were taken in by the Psychic Commune. He had only met one teenage person outside of his own group and she was...well she was nothing like the teenagers here. She was perfect at least to him anyways. Was was the keyword.

He wrote down the measurement that she gave him. He placed the last mineral in yet another beaker, this time with a black liquid.Louis weighed the liquid in the beaker before adding the mineral in. When the mineral hit the black liquid, an orange color appeared and for a moment the solution was half black and half orange kind of like Halloween. As the orange finally mixed with the black, it turned into a mud brown. It made crackling sound as the minerals fizzled away. A blood red color now filled everything. Louis wrote this down as he weighed it to see if the volume had changed.

[Gia Stevens]

Peering over at the note as he scrawled it, Gia was about to tell him that she really hadn’t taken offense or anything, when he continued writing and the last little bit made her choke on air. “For real?” she asked, not doubting it but just surprised, before she snickered lightly, finding the whole thing amusing. Sure, if the guy had been like right there in front of her or something, she’d probably panic and freak out, but now, apparently way later, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Man, what an idiot.

Seeing that he wrote down the measurement, she snatched up her paper, sidling over to copy down what he had written down that she had yet to get, while he did one of the practical applications. ‘Course, some of it was stuff that she herself had already noticed, so it was rewritten in her own words and handwriting, in a much less complicated way, but he was pretty darn observant, so a few extras went down.

Blinking in surprise as he used a black liquid, part of her wondering where on earth that had come from, but figuring it was from part of the worksheet/instructions that she hadn’t read yet, Gia watched curiously as he added the mineral, before it turned… orange. Orange and black.

’That was him, wasn’t it? His colors, then yours?’

That part of her mind, the one small link to her past self, spoke up, making no sense, and she felt a cross between furious hatred, just wanting to reach over there and smash that vial, kill it and destroy it… but she was afraid, and the girl clenched her fists on the table, gritting her teeth and shuddering for a moment, blue eyes focused on the colors, the intertwining, mixed, hateful colors, before it turned to brown.

Like mud. Mud was better, mud she could deal with, but then it turned red, red like the blood all over her hands, and she had killed them, oh god they were dead, and it was orange and black all over the place…

And she took in a shuddering breath, standing rigid with fists trembling on the table, wrenching away her eyes from the horrid red. Black and Orange, followed by Mud Brown, followed by Red.

It was like her dreams were gaining substance.

[Mime]

Louis looked at the girl. She seemed to be way more than upset with the results of the experiment but of course he did not know why. He had been living underground in France during her ordeal from a life so long ago. Ironically had he known Gia's past he would have related almost identically. Louis never had a real family, only a group that wanted to use him for evil and only found a place to belong in one girl and she died, and it was his fault.

But of course Louis knew nothing of Terra, he only knew Gia and not even that, she was just his lab partner. Her body language told him what he needed to know though, she was scared and in pain. Something opened a door that perhaps was best left shut. He looked over to her and put his hand on her clenched fist to try to calm her down. He lifted his hand and used it to write a simple message, "You okay?"

Although Louis never really liked socializing for the most part, that didn't mean that he didn't care about people. He would not run around in a costume in the dead of night if did not care. The main thing that colored in the spaces as to how he lived his life was one thing, he did not like to see people hurt. He was raised to accept and embrace pain because it made him stronger. He used to believe that but now found it to be subjective and not a whole fact. Pain was supposed to make one stronger by teaching them so they would not mess up again but that did not mean that the pain was the teacher, the experience of the mistake taught everything.

Also pain could be chaotic, without rhyme or reason, a force beyond control. No, pain and suffering should be spared, people could learn from experience without keeping the suffering of the memory burnt into the retinas, keeping you wide awake at night and yet, experiencing the nightmares all the same. But perhaps he was over analyzing just how uncomfortable she was he wouldn't know. But hey that's why he asked if she was okay.

There was one more reaction from the chemicals. Crimson red turned into an even more brilliant shade of a honey gold. The sunshine from the window shot through it, beautiful. The little bubbles inside shined like diamonds or maybe stars. The brilliance of stars with the healing rays of the sun, even Louis thought that was pretty cool.

"Better?" he scribbled on the notebook paper. He then wrote the results down on the worksheet.

[Gia Stevens]

She jolted slightly as a hand laid itself over her fist, having not expected that, and glanced up at Louis, only to return her gaze to his hand as he wrote her a note. For a moment, she hesitated, coming back into herself, becoming Gia, wondering how she would explain it, before she just nodded. “Yeah, I’m good,” she replied with a shaky smile, though it was obvious to anyone with a brain that it was a blatant lie. “Just… bad reminders and stuff.” Probably the best way to explain it, honestly, as she didn’t want to explain her lack of memories, if he didn’t know about them already.

Pulling herself away, she took a deep breath, calming herself. It was just… a coincidence, that’s all. It was nothing to do with her dreams, nothing to do with masks, a lone eye, and a stamp over her very heart and chest, no. Nothing. It was just a coincidence.

Reassuring herself that it was just that, though she doubted that she’d ever be able to fully believe it, ever for any coincidence, Gia lifted her eyes, alighting on the blood red vial. It was… It was… Before she could fully express her utter revulsion and fear of it in her own mind, it shifted, apparently not done changing. It became a beautiful golden color, and with the sun reflecting in it, like they were in the perfect spot and this was one of those epiphany moments, where everything was suddenly okay, but it wasn’t.

No, it wasn’t, even if it was pretty and all that, and some of her tension flitted away (though not all of it, she hadn’t been completely relaxed since the dreams started), because there had still been Black and Orange. The horrible mixture of death, pain, suffering… But at least it lightened her somewhat.

Glancing down at the note, she nodded slightly. “Yeah,” Gia replied, though she wasn’t best. Better than the Orange and Black? Yes. As better as she had been before that? Nope. Stepping over to the vials, and spotting him recording the information, the girl picked up the now gold vial of liquid, questioning. “Can we dump them out now?” the freshman queried, already wanting to dump it.

Just to get rid of the last two traces of those colors.

[Mime]

He nodded his head understanding why she was uncomfortable. Definitely some kind of trauma. "Do you feel like how I feel when I try to talk?" he wrote with a sad face on it. He was not the best artist but it displayed what it needed to. Well he was not the best in the medium of drawing, he was pretty good at performance art at least he thought so. But that was not important.

He took the beaker from her hand and weighed it. About half as heavy as it was before. He then nodded to her and took it to the sink for her and poured it out. He washed all of the stuff they had been working with. He was thorough in the cleaning making it appear as if the supplies had not been used at all. He approached it the way he used to approach a crime scene from a job he pulled on someone, it was as if nothing ever happened. He still had the skill but he no longer did such things, now he fought crime and left scenes intact for the authorities.

As he finished writing out his work sheet he let Gia look at it so she could use it as a reference for her own. She already showed that she would not just copy word for word of the conclusions that he came to so he trusted her with letting her see it again. She was an alright girl,a decent lab partner anyways. He found it harder to find a real definition for what she was though,she was nice enough but something about how she reacted with the last concoction had thrown him for a loop. He would not ask her about it though, he had the feeling this was the sort of thing she had to figure out herself.

He was not sure if he could actually call Gia a friend or not, not yet anyways. He supposed she was at this point a kind acquaintance which was just fine with him. In truth, Louis was afraid of getting close to anyone. It had always backfired on him before, so why would it be different any other time? In his mind the pattern was set in stone.