The dark skinned woman slowly steps outside.

The door is opened, blinding her with the lights.

She didn’t care.

The dozens of men pointing guns at her didn’t phase her.

She didn’t care.

The only person she called a true friend was laying on the floor, motionless.

She cared.

And the official knew. “Bring me the girl and her father.”

She didn’t listen.

Something inside of her was bubbling. But it wasn’t a feeling, it was a… a sensation. Something she could feel physically.

The official asks again, more threateningly than before. “The girl and her father.” A raise of his hand has some of his army ready their guns once again.

She didn’t care.

Jane kneels down, caressing her once father figure laying on the floor, his closed eyes facing the stars, his wounds bleeding.

She cared.

The official commands his men to fire, which they do.

Gunshots are heard.

And the bullets ricochet off of her skin, leaving scratches at most.

This absolutely baffles everyone present. The official, despite not expecting this, commands another round of fires, this time, from the whole army. And they all comply.

All bullets, one after the other, bounce off as if their target was made of a protective sheet of steel.

And only then, does Jane realize what just happened.

An equally baffled Crimson can’t muster the words. The only two that expected this were the father and daughter duo. “That came earlier than I thought.”

“Fast metabolism?” Cloud wonders.

“Not that can’t be just it. Maybe the-”

“What’s going on?” The freckled woman asks. “Why isn’t she dead?”

“Oh yeah! You weren’t there.” The gray haired girl remembers. “She drinked my blood.”

The levels of baffling from that statement makes Crimson look at her funny. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Still,” Law continues his thought process. “Barely an hour has passed, this is incredible.”

Jane couldn’t understand why this was happening.

All she could understand was that the pool of blood forming under her best friend was because of her.

Because she wanted him to go on this mission.

Because she wasn’t skilled enough to take care of everything before it got out of hand.

Because she fell for that girl.

Because she met him. All this happened because she met him. Had she not met him, maybe he would have been ok.

Being overwhelmed with these emotions made her see red.

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Her body knew what it had to do. It immediately understood its newfound limits.

The bullets ached, more like having pebbles being thrown at her, but they failed to pierce her.

She could work with this.

Standing up, she springs forward, jumping towards the nearest shooter.

Unlike what would normally be the case, she almost immediately covers the distance between them, so much so that neither were expecting it.

The soldier targeted doesn’t have time to do anything as a clean punch connects with his jaw, courtesy of Jane delivering a right hook.

The only issue was the fact the soldier’s neck twisted a full 180, cracking. He then drops dead on the spot.

The feeling…

Is invigorating.

She could definitely work with this.

“Kill her!” One of the soldiers cry as everyone unloads everything they have.

No use.

She almost seems to be able to dodge the bullets as she weaves and dashes from personnel to personnel, using the gun from the fallen guard as a bat to cave people’s heads in. Despite their helmets, concussions were had and heads were split, the noises being heard from a distance.

From one to the other and to the one to the right, the official’s men went from confident to scared for their lives as they began scattering and running for their lives.

Not everyone was so lucky as to just live after what they did. Jane wasn’t letting them.

She wasn’t going to let them live.

As luck would have it, pebbles were scattered everywhere. She figured that they needed a little humiliating.

She grabs a bunch of them and throw them with so much force that it actually breaks the sound barrier, piercing through its targets as if they were made of paper.

No one was safe.

And before long, enough people to make up a classroom were on the floor, the only one standing up being the highest ranking among them.

Speaking of the old man.

He had gone through wars, saw his men die over and over. His companions fall, his family shun.

He was toughened by life.

But nothing could prepare him for the feeling of absolute hopelessness. The feeling that no matter what you did, it was hopeless, and you had no input in your fate.

Being at the mercy of the person he just killed the best friend of didn’t help easing the feeling.

He was sweating and struggling to keep a tough front.

She didn’t care.

Taking after her friend, the blood covered dark skinned girl takes a deep breath. “Do you like skipping rocks?” She asks her last target.

Before he can answer, she throws a rock at his knee, snapping it in half. His bloody scream could have been loud enough to wake up the entire city. The spectators of this… spectacle all grimace at the sight.

“I like skipping rocks.” She continues, as if his scream was enough of an answer. “Samuel took me to a lake near our house and taught me how. I never had the chance to skip rocks before meeting him.” She arcs her arm. “It goes kinda like this.”

Still in pain from the previous wound, the old man can’t dodge the incoming pebble that hits his shoulder, dislocating it and knocking him on his back. Instead of a loud scream, this time, he lets out a pained grunt loud enough to be heard by all watching this torture scene.

“I’m better than him at it, too.” She smirks, now approaching the old man. “He teases me about how my form is bad but let’s be real here.”

“Stay away from me!” He tries to drag himself away from her, which only serves to further aggravate her temperament. She dashes forward and steps on his other good knee, snapping it as well. The older man bites his own lip to hold in the scream.

“Whoever said you could leave?” She asks, arcing her arm again. “Who ever said you could-”

A cough. A faint, bloody cough. Everyone but the tortured official looks at the source of such noise.

Samuel was twitching and coughing up blood. This sign of live immediately disarms all violence within the dark skinned girl, filling her with hope instead as she outruns the others towards her lifelong friend.

She picks his head up gently, turning him to his side to prevent him from choking on his own blood. Once he stops, she sits down and puts his torso on her lap.

Everyone else catches up to them and the first thing Law has the mental to ask is: “How are you still alive?”

He chuckles. “They have Stormtrooper aim. Ow, laughing hurts. Ow.”

Tears rolling down her cheeks, Jane has been through a roller coaster and she can’t take it anymore. She pulls him closer for a hug, which only makes him yelp in pain even more.

“You’re actually going to kill him for good if you keep doing it like that.” A faint, all too recognizable voice says from the door to the house.

Leaning against the door was a hulking mass of muscles. Standing up and strong, Hawk coughs hard. “Her aim sucks. She aimed for my head but barely scratched my ear. I just figured playing dead would keep me alive” He then whips his head around. “Yep, can’t hear a thing from my right side.”

“Can we please take him to a hospital?!” Cloud can’t take it anymore and blows up on everyone.

She shoves Jane around. “We need to help him. First aid kit, you know that, right?”

Jane actually gets herself together enough to nod before picking her friend up, rushing him to the nearest hospital.