The girl sat on the swing, as always, her hood pulled up over her head. She was concentrating on making daisy chains, as she always did.
Her legs swung childishly, and a content smile stayed placed, although small, on her lips.
A sudden slice ripped through her cloak and the girl spun around to face her attacker.
The girl was, although young, only about 14 or 15, was terrifyingly fearful.
Her jet black hair was long over all her face apart from one eye, which with an iris so diluted it looked as if she were blind.
As her hand reached out, you would see blood dripping from them, from the mysterious 5 inch slices running down her arms and legs
Red tears with a blood-like consistency leaked out of her tear ducts. Her cloak was jet black, the hood drawn up, and a suspicious rope tied around her neck, and tattered at the end, as if it had been sawn off.
Her opponent was equally as odd.
Her face...Well, there was a huge gaping hole where the girl's face should have been-it ran all the way through her head.
Even then an autumn leaf blew lazily through it.
Black blood trickled out of the hole, as well as through the one in her chest, where her heart should have been.
If you were small enough, you could have easily seen through it. The faceless girl, however, moved as if her sight and breathing were etiquette.
"You." She hissed. She pulled an old pointed umbrella from her cloak and stabbed it into the girl's stomach. Almost instantly the faceless girl's stomach started spraying out acid-like blood, dissolving the faceless girl herself. There was no sign of the faceless girl.
She must have woken up, the cloaked girl decided frankly.
The girl nonchalantly strolled into the quiet school building, looking around for the exit of the premises.
A hand suddenly shot out, a hand covered in bloody bandages. The girl's blind eye looked up at the face of her attacker.
The attacker was male, tall and lanky. A bandage covered his eyes and blood leaked through the bandages where the eyes should have been. The face in general was incredibly handsome, though.
He was only wearing black trousers, the rest of his body were wrapped in bloody bandages, with more blood oozing through.
His hair, however, was spotless, a shiny jet black scene style which would have covered his face if not for the bandage.
"Get off of me!" Her ghostly voice hissed angrily. The bandaged boy simply smiled hauntingly and wrapped his arm tighter around her neck. The cloaked girl looked around in panic and noticed the long haired boy who always sat casually away, watching fights take place.
This one, in particular, was closest to normal you would get.
He had long white hair, hastily layered, with a black top hat and a long, off white robe, with noticeable stitches. The boys face would be handsome, if not for the pure whiteness of his eyes and a scar in astraight line going from his tear duct diagonally to his cheekbone.
"Help...me!" The cloaked girl hissed in pain. The long haired boy tutted and smirked, and walked away.
"Sort out your own fights, love." His silky voice mocked.
"Y-You bastard!" The girl hissed, and then shrieked when the bandaged boy punched a hole though her back, his hand escaping through her chest.
She suddenly awoke in the dream class, pupils dilating at the sudden shock of her death.
She pushed her razored fringe of of her big brown eyes and looked in the mirror.
Nanami King was back to her normal self, in the real world, but when she fell asleep, she became Reika.