Wake her #1

You know you probably shouldn't. That it would probably backfire spectacularly. Yet try as you might to find something to do that won't necessarily cause huge problems, you can't seem to find one that engages with you. You can't find one that's suitably spicy. Now, you're not thinking particularly rationally; until now the idea had been to observe the scope of your power more or less discreelty. At present, the pull toward danger, something you would not have anticipated of yourself, is manifest. You want to wake Miss Dahl right away.

Once again you reach for her shoulder, forming the intent to wake her, and as you make contact, you call out her name.

"Carolina."

She breathes in sharply but doesn't open her eyes for a few seconds. You cross gazes with her. It's impossible to tell what she's thinking. A stranger might see seething hate, but that could simply be from the natural slant of her features. In the corner of your eye you see her grip the table tight.

"You." she whispers.

With leverage from her hands, her body folds in half lightning fast and her left shin connects with your left cheekbone. Miraculously your neck does not break; you don't topple over. You do go staggering out of control sideways and into a wall of stacked laptops. By the time you have your feet planted firmly on the ground again Carolina Dahl has risen fully from the table and stands before you, sizing you up. She looks like something out of a Chris Achilléos illustration, a strong female form, poised and ready to strike. You can barely keep from gaping at her.

She sees that you are taken aback, and makes her next tactical move, which is to bolt from the room. You immediately set out after her, half-expecting to collapse within a couple of footfalls. You don't. However, you do stop running soon after gaining sight of her again, because you realize you don't need to catch her. Not like this anyway. You freeze her again, just as she is about to go down the stairwell at the far end of the corridor.

As you now walk casually toward your prey, you reach up to your face and try to find a bruise where you were struck. There isn't one. There isn't any pain anymore either. You remember the pain. You hadn't thought of it very much because of the distractions, but it was there. Now the would-be afflicted area feels fine and dandy. You stop dead in your tracks.

When you restart time properly, will a huge bruise and a concussion suddenly materialize on you? In that case, even if you put all the elements back where they were before, if you clothe yourself and Miss Dahl, put her back on her feet in front of the chalk board, and sit down back where you were sitting before, she will have proof, at least for herself alone, that all that happened was true. You'll be busted. But surely, if the damage is delayed like that, you should feel no pain, and not have been disoriented at all, no matter for how short a time it was.

Perhaps you are healing extremely fast for some reason. In which case no matter what happens to you, short of dying, you will always have the last word when it comes to evidence. It's a lot easier to believe that. It's damn convenient. It can be tested though.

You walk into the nearest classroom. It's full of students, they're all frozen unawares as they should be. You grab someone's scissors. You hold up the blade, see if it's sharp. It is. You slash your right hand's pinky on the tip. The skin opens up, bleeds a little. It hurts; then, just as quickly, it closes up. Bingo.

Quickly cleaning up the blood and returning the scissors, you go back into the corridor and start walking toward Carolina Dahl again.