Something tackled him to the floor. Something powerful. Something fast. Lelouch struggled in its grip, desperate to get away. It had been a trap after all! Stupid, they must have heard him and figured out where he was from -

“Stop it!” Shirley screamed. “Leave him alone! Please! Just leave him alone!”

Whatever it was, it vanished as though it was never there to begin with. Shirley sobbed and trembled. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It does things like that sometimes. I can’t control it. I can’t stop it. I can’t make it go away. It won’t leave me alone!”

Shirley stood up, and Lelouch could now see that there was a gun next to her that he could swear wasn’t there before. She picked it up and looked at it, turning it over in her hand like an unwrapped present she was trying to guess at. What? Why did she have a gun in the first place? What was happening here?

“Put the gun down,” Lelouch insisted. Damn! This wasn’t something he had considered as a possibility! Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought something like this could happen! “Whatever’s happening -”

“It’s alright, Lulu!” she whispered, slipping her hand around the gun’s grip. “I understand now. I am dangerous. I cannot be allowed to hurt anyone anymore.”

The barrel was lifted just a few scant inches away from the side of her head. Point blank.

“Shirley!” he yelled, already moving across the chapel floor even though he knew he could not reach her in time. He had to stop her! Somehow, he had to get that gun away from her! ”No! You don’t want to -”

“Goodbye Lulu,” she said, and the next sound in the chapel was a gun being fired. No, no! Dammit, not like this! He should have been able to save her! He should have been able to -

… Was that a hand holding the bullet between two fingers? Lelouch stared at it as a… Something came into focus. Not just a something, either. He knew what this was! It was -

“A Stand,” he whispered. “Why… Why do… You have a Stand?”

“I’ve been haunted these last few weeks.” The tears were freely pouring now down her face. She sniffed, she trembled, and the gun clattered to the ground. “This spirit. It won’t stop hurting people around me. It won’t leave me alone. It won’t even let me die. Oh, Lulu! What should I do? I can’t take this anymore! I can’t!”

That’s right, play the sympathy card. Boys love that. He’ll pay you all the attention you want from now on, you sneaky girl.

That voice! There was some reverberation to it, maybe a fair bit deeper than he was used to but he knew that voice. That tone. It was so achingly familiar. It almost sounded like -

“No, no! Stop it! I’m not like that! I’m not! Shut up, shut up shut up!”

She collapsed into his arms as a sobbing wreck, while behind her the Stand took full form. Well. He could certainly understand why Shirley was so distraught. It was a large muscular Stand, humanoid in appearance. Split down the middle, one half white and the other black. But its face - if you squinted a little - looked a little bit like a certain student council president.

Oh goody! We have his attention, now don’t we? Go on. Steal those lips while his defenses are down. Seal the deal.

“There there,” he said, mind racing over this revelation and its implications. “Everything will be alright from now on. I’ll teach you how to control it. From now on, the number of things you need to worry about -

Charismatic… Controllable… Wields a Stand… The check boxes ticked off one by one, prompting the darker portion of Lelouch’s mind a moment of self satisfaction that manifested as a calculating smirk.

“- Is zero.”

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 11