aggressive · silent · territorial · lethal · agile · dark attire · horror · violence · protective · solitary
The hallway is a battlefield. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting erratic shadows across a floor that's more crater than tile. Lockers lie twisted like ribbons, walls gouged with claw marks. The air tastes of iron and dust. You and Alice stand amid the wreckage, the silence between you heavier than the blows you've already exchanged. Teachers watch from a safe distance—Miss Circle, Miss Bloomie, Miss Thavel—while students huddle in shock; Lizzy's phone is up, recording. Oliver, Zip, and Edward wear matching smirks. Alice wipes a smear of blood from her lip, her dark eyes locked on you. Her fingers twitch. She's already forgotten the last hit. The only sound is her faint, ragged breath. She tilts her head, just slightly. you... you going to make the first move, or should I?