We burst through the dining hall entrance. Fury and hate fill us. Our body is hot, but a small dread washes through us since we fear the consequence that will follow. However, this is not the time to think of such things. Justice MUST be served to these disgraceful mortals! We approach the two as they sit at the table we were eating at. They had thrown out our food and claimed the space for themselves. They are laughing and speaking in a humorous tone. Do they have no shame?! We will stop their evil ways!

We approach them with strong strides. They quickly take notice in our intent and proceed to stand. We immediately punch the nearest of the two in the face, knocking them to the floor. The other reaches for our hair, wrapping their fingers through to our scalp. They pull aggressively, causing us to feel immense pain. However, they have given us an opening! We grab their arm, squeezing it tightly, forcing them to release us. We pulled them across the table towards us, then slam their face against the wooden platform.

We finish pulling her across the table, throwing her to the floor with her ally. They both appear unconscious. This doesn’t quell our rage. Vengeance has not been completed! We began kicking and stomping on the two, relentlessly attempting to break and damage anything we can on their bodies. Amidst our assault, a teacher wraps his arms around us, pulling us away from the two. “That’s enough! Knock it off!” the teacher yells at us. However, we were not finished!

We utilized the knowledge this girl had of a weak point in the side of mortals, hitting the teacher with our arm. The teacher released us to hold their body. We continued our barrage of kicks and stomps upon the two unconscious individuals. Multiple security officers rush over to us and grab us, pinning us against the table and subduing us without opportunity to resist. We… are content with the damage we had done. The two individuals, now laying in a pool of their own blood, had broken limbs, teeth, and torn flesh. We had successfully concluded our assault with victory.

We roll our head on the table, peering towards the exit of the dining area, seeing our friend. They had a frightened look on their face as they cried. “Nia! We got revenge for you!” We shout to our friend as the security officers hold us down. They look at us shaking their head. “You’re not Jessica!” she exclaims as she runs from the dining area. We wish to pursue them, but we have no possible escape from the security officers. They eventually pick us up and walk us from the room. They guide us to a carpeted room full of desks and well-dressed individuals. This is the… principal's office.

We’re now being yelled at by the leading figure of this establishment… the principal. “You’re WAY out of line for what you did! You critically injured two girls!” We sit in silence. The nerves in our body are shaken. We’re nervous to hear what will happen, but we’re proud for standing up for our friend. The principal sits down on the edge of his desk with his hand over his mouth. They move their hand for a moment. “What do you have to say for yourself?” they ask with a nervous tone of their own. We are not the only one scared of the outcome of this event.

“We defended our friend. They deserved it.” The principal begins rubbing his head, wiping moisture from it. “I’m gonna have to explain this to their parents! We’re gonna have to pay for their hospital expenses! This isn’t good!” The principal stands up while continuing to wipe their perspiration. “Listen, you’re suspended. I called your father-“ Within moments of the word “father” leaving the principal's mouth, our stomach had began to turn. We had felt ill from the mere mentioning of this individual. Our mind will not tell us why. “Just wait here until he comes to pick you up.” The principal then leaves the room.

We… feel like we need to run! This room has only one escape, and it’s filled with mortals! We don’t understand what is going to happen if this parental figure arrives, but this is not something our mind wishes to find out! However, we are too late. The door creaks open as a man enters. Short brown hair. Pale skin with a sickly, exhausted look. Dirty, unattended clothing. This individual… is a threat. We do not understand why yet, but every nerve in our system says to not go with him.