First, I began making myself a reputation.

There were still potential threats at this school other than Parker and Drew, and I decided that getting rid of them would be the most pressing thing at hand, quite like the matter of Voldemort and his Horcruxes - except I am not a Horcrux, and no harm will come to me.

First, I sought out the matter of detention. After a month, I was the owner of that class. After a semester, I was the owner of all of my classes. Any kid who argued got a punch in the face.

My reputation grew and grew, and there was nothing either Parker or Drew could do. So by the time I graduated middle school, I had a reputation as Bloody Arrow because of my dark and crazy personality. In high school, I quickly became known as the same name.

Parker and Drew didn't show up in high school. Honestly, I was relieved. I really didn't need them making my life harder.

Or at least, through the first month, I had no sign of them. Apparently they vanished off the face of the earth. However, Drew showed up the first week of the second month. When I smugly inquired on Parker's whereabouts, I learned that he was attending a different school.

Now I'd only have to deal with Drew. He behaved himself fairly well, only got himself into trouble with me a few times, and was overall a good kid. He was sneaky and a bass, two of the many things that were held against him, but for awhile he seemed to really have shaped up.

Against my better judgement, we sort of became friends. I never tolerated bullying from him, but it wasn't a death sentence... Except for two people. If anyone touched Henry or Bonnie, they'd have the whip cracked on their head faster than they could say "sorry". As nobody wanted to make an enemy of Bloody Arrow, they stayed away from my friend.

For a little while.

I stepped onto the school hangout grounds after Biology to see Bonnie and Henry playing checkers. The next moment, Drew approached them and kicked over the checkers board, breaking a few of the pieces. Henry stood up angrily, but Drew pushed him down.

I don't know what happened. I felt the temperature drop and the grounds darkened. I felt a tugging in my gut, and I was blinded by the vision of an empty night sky.

My vision cleared. I stared at the ground in shock. Drew, Bonnie, and everyone else on the grounds (only two more people) had fallen to the ground. Panicking, I fell to my knees and felt Bonnie's pulse. Nothing.

What did I do?

I heard a groan and turned towards the sound, my eyes still widened with shock. Only one person was still standing... Henry. And even he wasn't who he looked like.

His usual baseball cap had been blown off. His jeans had turned into shorts, and I spotted parts of denim around the ground. His jacket had been blown off.

I looked more closely at his ankles, which weren't regular ankles. He caught me staring and took his feet out of his shoes.

But they weren't feet. They were hooves. The part of his legs below his shorts were furry and misshapen - looking not at all like human legs. From my time on Bonnie's uncle's farm, my brain registered them as goat legs.

What the...

I blacked out.