Murderess

        "Oh, look who it is guys, whiny girl and nose picker," She says making her goons laugh.

      "Oh stop Jo-Ann, just 'cause there's not enough makeup in the world that could cover up your hideous face doesn't give you the right  to pick on others," I say, quickly regretting it. She put her big meaty hands around my throat threatening to squeeze.

      "What.Did.You.Say."

      "What? Did the ugliness spread to your ears?" Her hands squeezed tighter cutting off my air supply. Right then, and there something in my body clicked, like everything fell into place. I head butted Jo-Anne making her let go, I landed on my feet, and then swiftly but gracefully kicked her in her gut making her fly backwards.

      As Jo-Ann lands back first on the ground, I glance around to see everyone's jaw dropped open. I looked at Aly, he big blue eyes wide.

      "Charlie?" She says looking confused.

    "Charlie!" I snap back to reality, to find Aly sitting across from me at the lunch table searching my face for life.

      "Sorry was reminiscing, Do you remember eighth grade?"

      "Random, but yes I do. That was the year you totally put the smackdown on "Jo-Man" because of the adrenaline rush. I look at Aly. She's been my best friend since third grade. How do you tell someone about something you know nothing about?

                "Aly..." I tempt. Something flies by the window. I twist my head searching. It could have been anything right?

                "What is it Char? You losin' your mind again?" She says laughing.

                "Maybe." I guess I should tell her when I have more information. I pick at the hem of my shirt. Whatever gave me this power, threw along a birthmark in the shape of the sword. Pressing the palm against my belly, I can feel the heat of the birthmark.

                "Earth to Charlie!" My hands drop and I glance up.

                "If you're going to keep being weird, I'm not hanging out with you anymore," She says jokingly. The smile completely falls at the sight behind me. I know what it is without even seeing it. Alexander falls into the chair beside me, puts his "charm face" on and bats his long eye lashes at me.

                "Me, you, homecoming." He says confidently. I wrinkle my nose.

                "Sorry Alexander, but I don't go to dances with losers, and that's exactly what you are." I pick up my lunch and leave him in my dust.

                Walking out of the cafeteria, my shoulder knocks hard against someone elses, and we fly backwards. I look to see the other person sprawled out to be Professor Rule. He's staring at my birthmark. Stupid shirt. I tug it down.

                "Ahem, Ms Tyler." He gets up and excuses himself.

                "Well that was awkward." I sit there for a  couple minutes going over what had just happened.

                "Are you okay?" A voice says above me.  

I look up to find a boy looking curiously down at me.

                "Yeah," I say," Just thinking." He lends his hand to help me up.

                "Jared," He says still holding my hand.

                "Charlie," I say smiling.

                "Dang, you have a fierce grip!" I panic and rip my hand away.

                "Sorry. I eat plenty of vegetables." I walk away without looking back. My face totally red, I head into the nearest bathroom. I look into the mirror. What is wrong with me? Who just gets an ability of strength? All of a sudden I'm furious and punch the bathroom stall. The metal stall now dented rocks back and forth.

                "Great," I mutter, Pulling myself together, I try to reform the door only making it completely warped. Someone breathes behind me. I stop dead. I glance out the corner of my eye into the mirror. Someone's behind me in a black cloak. I whip around ready to strike, but the thing has me by the throat. I get a good look at it. The skins bright yellow and horns are coming out of his head, trailing down his back. I choke back a scream.

                "Slayer," He says in a rugged voice through pointed teeth. Anger and frustration has come and risen. I knee him in his no-no place. The monster whimpers and drops me. Everything seems to come to me, every drop kick, every punch to the throat, every finger to an eye. What I don't see coming:

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