Tessa shifted her grip on the knife in her hand and pressed herself into the corner even further, trying to be smaller. Most of the boys were gone, but there was still one with her target. Her target was always the last to leave, but if this other one took too long, her window of opportunity would be increasingly smaller. It might become so small she wouldn't be able to pull it off today. Every day she put this plan off it became less viable and more likely to fail.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be out in a bit."

"You're a freak you know that?"

Her target laughed. "Oh, I know."

The door shut, and she was left alone in the washroom with her target. She took a deep breath and stepped out from her hiding spot behind an alcove. Her target conveniently had his back to her, his head tilted back for his face to take the brunt of the stream of water. She walked as quietly as she could with bare feet on slick floor until she was directly behind him. She tensed, ready to spring.

And then slipped.

She scrambled to remain upright, and her target whirled around in surprise. His eyes flashed with recognition at her face, but they landed on the knife and stayed there. The moment froze in time as neither moved, Tessa crouched low on the ground and her target standing and looking down at her knife. She moved quickly, jumping up with her knife aimed at his neck. He wasn't easy prey, though. He shifted his stance and knocked the knife hand aside, his other palm hitting her on the breastbone and knocking her back against the wall.

She gasped for breath, reflexively dropping her weapon. He was stronger and better trained, which was why she had hoped to take him by surprise. She scrambled for the knife, but he grabbed her hair and threw her head against the wall. The next thing she knew, his hand was around her neck, pinning her to the wall.

"You just don't give up, do you?"

Tessa couldn't do more than snarl and try to breathe, but he was constricting her throat in such a way as she couldn't get any air in.

"Even if you did manage to kill me, do you really think you could be me?"

She scraped at his hands, but he was unrelenting.

"I'm going to kill you this time, sister. When I explain, they'll understand."

Her vision was darkening. Her head was pounding. She was gasping but unable to get air. This was it. This was the end. She had tried. Tried to be more. But here it-

The hand was ripped from her throat, and she fell to her knees to gasp for air. She was unaware of her surroundings, unable to calculate the threat. When she finally the capacity to do more than gasp for air, she looked up, chest still heaving. If she could, she would have screamed. Her target lay in the middle of the shower, her knife plunged into his throat. He was making gurgling noises and trying to thrash, but someone was holding him down.

She stared as her target stopped struggling and went limp. The someone settled onto his chest, under the stream of water. The water mixed with the blood, washing it away and swirling it down the drain.

Her savior looked up at her, the water plastering his long hair along his bare torso and running in rivulets off his nose. She stared at his eyes, one a pitch black and the other barely more than a pupil in the sea of white. He grinned, showing sharp teeth past green lips. Lines that traced the features of his body pulsed a light yellow.

"Who are you?" she asked timidly.


He stood and picked up her target by the shirt, lifting him as if he weighed no more than a straw man. She scrambled to her feet, using the wall to stabilize herself.

"Why'd you help me?"

He tilted his head but said nothing, his dual colored eyes fixed on hers. He was about the same height as her and wearing nothing more than a black pair of boxers, which made sense in the shower. Her target was completely naked. He looked about ten, around her age.

"Why did you help me?" she insisted.

He blinked but remained silent.

She sighed, "Fine, be silent." She held out her hand. "Nice to meet you Chaos, my name is Tessa."

He dropped the body and took her hand, his dark green skin contrasting severely with her own slightly tanned skin.

"Tessa," he seemed to taste the name.

She nodded. "Yes. Now, we need to get rid of his body quickly, before his friends-"

His other palm landed on her forehead, and white hot pain engulfed her body, sending her into oblivion.