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Lyca was swimming in a void, though how one exactly swims in nothing, she didn't know. But that was what it felt like, that was the only way that could describe what she was feeling.

Suddenly, the darkness faded to white and she felt movement. The white light faded and became green, yellow and blue. Lyca was thinking on what these colors reminded her of. Then as she gradually came awake, she knew. "Moldy pesto bread."

A muffled laugh and her world shaking made her come fully awake. "Rafe!" Her brother was currently smiling down at her as she lay on his lap. Her eye began twitching, in such a situation, the guy was usually on the girl's lap. But wait! That's not the point! Lyca, still too dizzy to even move, grabbed her brother's face. "Where is he? That annoying creep who caused havoc to my class!"

"Oh! You knew him! I thought he was just some..." his face grew red. "Panty thief," he finished.

Lyca rolled her eyes. Though that might be a typical expectation, those situations only seemed to happen in Japanese anime or manga -her and her brother's drug when their reading got too heavy.

The sudden sound of gunfire made them grow still. Someone came running around the bend. "Hey! Are you...okay?"

Lyca dropped her hands and turned her head. Hell. It was the cop. Using her arm as leverage, she sat up. Rafe held her shoulders as she waited for the dizziness to pass. This is getting old. Why am I still dizzy? Why the hell did I get dizzy in the first place?! Groaning, she pulled on her brother and used him as a ladder of sorts for her upper body so she could stand. Rafe stood next, and held her protectively. She glared at him but then had to look up a little. Rafe had grown 5 inches taller than her. Damn.

Still holding onto her glare, she looked to Officer Karmody, "What?"

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Rafe had been in a panic while Lyca had been out of it. His relief was great when she spoke of food. Now however, he watched the man before them standing on the other side of the fence, obviously an officer what with the gun and professional way he held himself. He ignored Lyca's glare and kept his hold on his sister.

The officer who seemed to be appraising them somehow. Rafe knew he and Lyca looked pretty much alike. They had been called twins more often than not despite not being blood-related. His being 6 months younger was a fact Lyca had used over him whenever he was winning an argument.

"What?"

Rafe looked down at her -it wasn't much just five inches. Lyca used to tower over him during her puberty but when he hit his they were pretty much even. Right now, as he looked at his sister, he was surprised by the enmity in her tone of voice.

Not one for fighting, he kept his expression neutral and maybe slightly curious. Lyca was always personable and rarely showed her dislike towards a person. Rafe was wondering what the officer had done to her and though his expression remained, he was beginning to share the enmity. If the man had done anything to her...

He and Lyca waited for the officer to answer.

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Karmody stared at the couple who could not be anything but siblings when he heard the gunshots. He was still wheezing but he cursed a blue streak. "Take care of her." he just called out to the man and run back to the school.

The classroom Hallway

What on Earth were on the heads of all these civilians? Why were they putting themselves smack in the middle of danger? Didn't they know wild, rabid, high school girls were the most dangerous?

"Actually the gun isn't as useful. It only works in pushing her away. Killing her is another matter entirely. You did hear all those shots right? Apparently three bullets to her middle is nothing." she slowly moved forward as the student continued to growl. "I'm going to have to request you to slowly step behind me. Actually it'll be better if when you get behind me, you'd leave through the hallway."

The man seemed about to argue so Al herself stepped forward instead and put herself between the rabid girl and him. "Hey little doggy, that's a good doggy, come one, sit? Roll over? Play dead?" she said in a somewhat soothing voice as she did not take her eyes or her gun away from the target.

She breathed in and out, hearing the blood pumping through her. She wondered why she was unusually calm.

Hit the shoulder. The seal is always on the left shoulder.

She almost blinked at the thought. What seal? Where did the thought come from? She watched as the girl began to whine again and growl alternately until it suddenly sprang away from the hallway and up into the roof.

"Goddamit!" she exclaimed as she sprinted after the creature. She was always good at races. She excelled in track and field and swimming... although she could have sworn she had never felt so light before. It was as if her foot never even touched the floor.

She ran after it. Three flights of continuous chasing and they were both still not winded. They reached the roof. Al noticed then the eyes of the creature. Why did it seem like a red cross were on them?

It suddenly launched towards her. She shot, hitting it's left shoulder but her shot was too late to stop. The force behind the launch pushed both of them, clear off the rooftop.

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...some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them...

Jason kept his eyes transfixed on the odd animalistic girl in front of him. As the woman behind him spoke his eyes never wavered from the girl. His grip was solid on his sides as he waited. Suddenly the woman stood in front of him, it made him bristle slightly in indignation.

The girl then sprinted off the officer running almost inhumanly towards her. Jason stood blinking in shock at the speed that both departed from the hallway. Jason looked around lazily and then decided that the people outside were of dire importance.

As he reached the outer yard of the school he noticed that everyone had left in a panic, or so it seemed. He shrugged as he lit another cigarette and took a deep drag as he tried to gather his thoughts.

As he stood there, he heard the feral growling from atop the roof. Jason walked over to the sound and gazed up at the roof. Suddenly gunshots rang through the absurdly quiet air. Then not even a second later the officer and what looked like the girl hurdled over the edge of the building. Without thinking, cigaretted still burning and dangling from his mouth, he leapt up with an unknown strength and caught the woman.

The two opposing forces of his leap and her fall cancelled each other out and he plummeted to the ground. Landing on his back, the woman on top of him, he grunted as the air was knocked out of him. He recovered himself quickly and rolled out from underneath them and sprung up with unnatural speed and grace.

"What the hell just happened?"

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I'm losing my mind, and you just stand there and stare as my world collides.

Lyca ran after Karmody. They'd all heard the shots and she got the uneasy feeling that she knew exactly how getting shot felt like -though that was impossible. She raced past Karmody, leaving her brother behind with the officer, and saw two people fall off the roof of the school building.

Cursing in her head, words she'd never say out loud, especially with Rafe close by, Lyca pushed herself to run faster as she suddenly knew she was capable of. At the corner of her eyes, she saw someone leap and catch the female officer someways up before landing on the ground, the impact of his hitting her canceling what could have been a fatal fall. Lyca's eyes shifted to the other falling body.

Anna?! she thought, incredulous. Lyca stopped her run, sliding to a stop before her student. The scent coming off her was assailing her nose. It was the scent of blood...and something else she couldn't agree was natural. Anna, with a snap from her neck, turned to her teacher. Eyes that should have been brown where black with red crosses on each, glowing like the blood flowing free on her shoulder.

Lyca felt her lips peel back, felt herself baring her teeth, and then a she heard herself snarl. It surprised her so much, she took a step back to shake away the feeling -the feeling of wanting tear, to break, and to destroy.

Shaking her head, Lyca reached out her arms and caught Anna. Though the revulsion she felt was still there, the girl was her student. Setting the girl on the ground, she tensed as she felt something crawl up from behind her. Of course, nothing was crawling up her body, but it felt like it. Something sinister was making itself known to her mind. The smell that was coming didn't help ease the feeling.

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Rafe closed in on his sister. He'd never seen her run so fast before, and she wasn't even winded (he was watching her when she suddenly stopped). Height didn't seem to be the cause, he was five inches taller. No, it was something else that made her run so quick. It was at the tip of his tongue and nagging at the back of his brain.

As the officer with them went to the female who'd been caught, obviously his partner, Rafe went to his sister feeling a little irked. He suddenly felt like everything was too hot and wanted a little bit of cold in the air. As soon as the thought came to mind, he suddenly felt his body cool down, not noticing the lack of wind around him.

Rafe looked down to see the other person who'd fallen from the roof. She was making mewling sounds. Rafe frowned when he saw her eyes. They were changing from red to brown, and if he didn't miss his guess, the red were shaped like crosses. Distracted by the sight of the girl, Rafe grunted when he felt someone push him down.

Sitting up, Rafe watched his sister snarl like some protective mother guarding her cub. Isn't this suppose to be the other way around? The protect thing, not the mother thing, Rafe thought in a somewhat dazed manner. He looked from behind his sister's dress and saw the person who'd appeared before them.

It was the man he'd chased earlier. And his eyes held the same red crosses as the girl's had.

What the hell is going on?

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Al was totally prepared to die. The rabid girl didn't seem to be attacking her as they fell, instead she seemed in pain and most of all seemingly totally human. Al somehow knew that she was now human and it went against her grain to not try and help her.

Al reached for the girl, wanting to cushion her from their fall but the girl veered away from her, as if her touch hurt the woman.

It all seemed so fast yet at the same time everything went slow for Al. The feel of the wind on her as she fell through the floors, the sunlight filling her eyes. They all seemed so... oddly familiar. She took a breath and as air filled her lungs she felt her descent slow... actually she felt as if she floated for a second or two. She felt so light that she wondered if she had already died and was simply hallucinating. WTF! You can't hallucinate if you're already dead! She breathed again but finally landed, rather roughly, in the arms of the man she had "saved" earlier.

It sounded more romantic than it actually was because the first thing out of the man's mouth was "What the hell just happened?"

She sat up, working imaginary kinks from her body and mentally checking if everything was in good order. She then looked up at the man who had saved her life, apparently. "You had your hands on a real woman that's what." she stood up and began dusting herself. She looked at the man who was still staring at her and massaging his arms. "Stop complaining about the weight Hercules, i'm a working woman, I need my f*cking meat. You can't be expected to do a great job as a police officer if they only want you to live off rabbit food, what the hell is wrong with you!"

"Al what the hell?!? Who told you to jump off the f*cking roof?" Karmody came into the picture and drowned out the man's reply. He stood before her looking her up and down. "You should lie down! You can't fall off five stories and be okay. Lie the f*ck down Drusilla or I'll knock you out so you would be!" he pushed her down with the threat.

"You're a pain Karmody! I'm not hurting anywhere except for the spot you squeezed like hell to get me on my back. I didn't know you liked it rough-"

"Yeah I'm kinky and I want to do it in public beside a f*cking earless high school kid and the 911 responders." he snapped and leant over the hysterically crying Anna.

"You alright kid?" he asked.

"Careful Karmody, unlike me, that kid actually bites."

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...some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them...

Jason's eyebrows raised to the sky at the woman's reply.

"A real woman? Lady I got a man thanks," he rolled his eyes as he brushed himself off. He was covered from head to foot in dirt and God know what else and he was suddenly aware of it. He sighed as he took as much of the dirt he could off of his clothes.

The woman's partner had come running over in a fury yelling all manner of things at her. Jason blocked them out as he glanced all around him. He sighed and pulled out one of his cards that had his phone number and name on it, along with his profession. He handed it to the woman and walked off without a word.

He walked along the street, and took a quick stop at the agency and left his memory stick for his boss to go through and swept back outside. He lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply as he gazed around the streets. Cars and people glided by him as the thoughts raced through his head.

He picked up his feet and began walking again. As he walked he began to notice that people were staring at him. Jason gave them a dirty look, but turned to see why they were staring. His mouth dropped as he saw several dogs and cats had been trailing him for the past few blocks. His wide eyes stared followed upwards where even more cats and several species of birds, including a hawk and a few crows were perched above him.

"What the fu-?" he wondered as he looked around in pure shock at the collage of animals. This day has proved to be to friggin odd for me

He shook his head and hurried to his apartment. He swept up the stairs and entered the apartment, glad to be rid of the oddity of the streets. He swept up the nearby spiral stairs to the loft above. His studio in all of it's mess and colors lay before him.

He picked up the nearby silver remote and clicked on a CD as a mixture of songs, ranging from Rock, to Pop and Classical poured out. He picked up a nearby brush and began painting. His mind raced faster than his hand against the canvas did. The music poured around him as he sat there for hours and the canvas rapidly became filled. With each rising, falling, crescendo and flow of each song, he painted. His mind running frantically through the events that had occured earlier that day, his eyes never seeing what he painted.

Finally he was done, and he sat back and lit a cigarette. Only then did he notice that someone else was in the room. He turned and seen Dante standing there, the same look of awe and amusement on his face as he had probably been there for awhile.

Jason felt warmth wash through him as he seen him. His dark hair was swept up and tosseled, his ever changing eyes were lit up as he stared at Jason. He smiled and stood up. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him and smiled. Dante returned the favor, the same expression on his face. His glance returned to the painting and hesitated and then spoke.

"Jay...what's it supposed to be?"

Jason turned around and gasped softly as he looked at it. In the core of the painting stood a depiction of Jason. A look of glory almost painted across his face. Leathery, reddish black wings spread out behind him, but seemed to be either fading our just barely coming back into focus. An aura of golden light surrounded his head, the light was mangled and wild, with lines drawn inbetween each strand of light, it looked like a wild mane of hair. Animals laid before his feet upon a large and lush expanse of grass and flowers. Animals of all kind laid at his feet, all with their eyes and rapt attentions upon him.

He stared at the painting in confusion.

"I don't know..." he was in awe, he had never painted anything like this. The paintings still covered the same sense that all the others had. The sense of power, of glory, of omnipotence, all depicted godly figures, Gods, Goddesses, Angels, Heavens, Hells, all those things. This, had such an odd feel to it, it tugged at something within Jason, and it perturbed him.

Dante who was still wrapped around Jason detected the unease and decided to shake it. He smiled slyly up at Jason, shaking him slightly.

"You know I haven't seen you since last night, I kinda missed you."

Jason glanced back at Dante and grinned, "Yeah, we need to make up for lost time,"

As they walked out of the room and back down the stairs, Jason took one last look at the painting and could have sworn that he saw the aura and the wings become more solid with each passing second.

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I'm losing my mind, and you just stand there and stare as my world collides.

Al had ice plastered in places she never new existed. The ice were a way to alleviate the pain that combating a wild and rabid girl who likes to push people off buildings caused. She sat in their chief's office, exhausted after giving him the report of the high school incident.

The chief had to go talk to someone important and she had to wait her for whatever sentence he decided to give her. She shifted from the stupid armchair designed to make the person on it uncomfortable. She hissed and cursed because it made certain things ache again.

"I hate you. How come you're not hurt?" She demanded of her partner.

"Oh I'm hurting. I'm just not a baby about it. Plus I'm not stupid enough to jump out of a freakin building."

"I didn't jump. I was pushed." she kicked the chair as she tried another position.

"Maybe if you don't sprawl on the chair so much it wouldn't be so uncomfortable."

"Maybe if you minded your own business you'd be getting laid instead of whining to me about me." she snapped. "Too bad though about those kids huh? Earless forever. What happened to that dude who had blood all over him?"

"He's in the hospital for observation. He's not as hurt as we all believed." he sat on the chair opposite her. "I wonder what did that to them? Do you think it has anything to do with all the other missing kids?"

"Maybe. We should ask them again. Let's continue the investigation-"

"Actually, you're not." the chief stepped into his office looking at Al. "You're on mandatory leave. You fell off a building, you're supposed to be recuperating. It's a miracle you're walking."

"What?!?"

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...some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them...

Jason woke a short time later. He continued to lay on the bed nonetheless but was still stirring around. Not wanting to wake Dante who lay on him, he slid out from behind him, smiling down at him and walked out of the room. The cool air of the apartment felt good on his naked skin as he watched out the windows.

He lit another cigarette and pulled some pop out of the fridge and poured himself a glass. He proceeded back in front of the window and sat down. His mind wandered to what had happened earlier. He didn't understand what had went down at the school.

The screaming kids, the cop, that weird girl, and not to mention the weird feeling he had had throughout the entire thing. Not to mention that weird calm he'd had as well. It was all to weird for words, and the painting he'd created was definitely weighing on his mind.

His mind traced back to the cop and remembered he'd given her one of the cards that had his private cell number on it and groaned. He knew it wouldn't be the last he heard or seen of her and did not look forward to the idea. He just wanted to put the weirdness of the whole thing behind him and go back to his normal life, happy, doing well financially, in love, and just plain at peace.

He had a feeling that it was a lost hope.

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I'm losing my mind, and you just stand there and stare as my world collides.

Lyca jumped towards what used to be her fellow teacher, his red eyes somehow mocking her when he avoided her strike and turned to run away.

She would've pursued him but that same dizziness from earlier nearly took her under again. Reg got away while Rafe caught her before she fell.

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Rafe headed for the Head Librarian's office and nearly tripped on the carpeted floor in his rush to reach the door. Walking slower, he made his careful way through the secretary's open office. Mrs. Pierce was on the phone, frowning darkly. Her expression, however, changed to delight as he came to her table. When her call ended, Rafe sat before her desk and asked, "What's got you worried, Mrs. P? You'll end up with wrinkles."

"Haha," came her sarcastic reply. It was a joke really, Mrs. Pierce was nearing fifty and she was yet to have a single white hair and aged wrinkles on her face (excepting of course the crow's feet that crinkled when she smiled. Those added character however, not age). "I just heard of the commotion over at the high school division. Is Lyca all right? Do you know what happened?"

"She's all right, Mrs. P," Rafe replied. "Someone just let loose a little too much steam, I think." He'd hesitated and decided not go into details. It was a little too bizarre to even be believed anyway.

"I see," she said but her eyes held worry still. "And are you alright?"

Rafe nodded then his eyes widened at Lyca's entry. She held in her hands enough bread for a class of hungry students. "Whoa. What's with all the dough?" Lyca was in the process of eating an entire blueberry croissant in just four bites and yet instead of looking like an animal, she managed to look elegant as she bit into the bread. "And the speed. You'll choke to death." He stood up and got the paper bags from her.

Swallowing, Lyca replied, "I'm hungry." She took the finishing bite, opened her water bottle and took a drink.

"You should be resting."

She just shrugged, biting into another croissant, this time with peach and strawberry. Rafe watched her. She'd just come out of a dizzy spell earlier and headed straight for the school, ignoring all his protests and making him guilty for not coming to Mrs. P first before her. She'd told him she was just going to get her things.

Lyca took one of the paper bags from him and set it before Mrs. P. They exchanged smiles as the secretary accepted the bread. "Oh! Bread sticks!" They were Mrs. P's favourite. She immediately began nibbling on them, smiling in satisfaction. Rafe only sighed and shook his head. Still, he was curious. Lyca was known for eating a lot and never getting fat but she was eating so much and with such speed. Rafe watched his sister finish off the croissant and dig for another pastry in the bags he held.

They headed for his sister's office. As expected, the room was a mess. How she found anything in here (and she frequently did), he would never know. The organization, if it could even be called that, held no logic whatsoever to follow. Lyca opened her small refrigerator and mini-pantry, placing in her bread. She was refilling her stock. Rafe rolled his eyes again.

"I don't suppose lunch out appeals now? You've enough food in there to eat here."

"No way. We're eating out." Lyca closed the doors on her food stock and turned to him. "You're paying. I'm in the mood for lots of meat. Let's go." She held in her hand one bag of pastries as she walked out her door.

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