We rushed out of his room, my shoulder hurting as I ran. He told me to stay in his room, or go to mine, but I refuse, it was just a little cut on my shoulder, I mean, and it honestly was killing me. I wanted to scream again, but I'm too stubborn for that. I closed my eyes, trying to remember the way the voice was coming from. Near the classes... we were going the wrong way.

"Altair," this isn't the way, I said, an ominous wind tainting the building. He turned around, and just as it is in in those cliché horror movies, it wasn't him. Well, not exactly. It just wasn't his eyes, his body was slightly airy, as if he was a ghost, and his eyes a dark purple, cloudy, and faint. His face was emotionless, and I knew that instant that it really wasn't him. "Altair?"

He didn't answer. Why wasn't he answering? I already knew why, but this time I really was afraid. This time it was real, this time I was alone. What happened to him?

"Aureole, right? Get ready." It was his voice, just raspy, and horrible. It wasn't the same boy I knew two minutes ago, I could tell. So that meant I really was alone.

"What?" I asked, my head swimming, my vision blurring. I couldn't understand what was going on, all that seemed to go through my head was that I was alone. I thought I saw his hand turn into a knife, or was he holding a knife? I didn't know. I just didn't know anymore. Tears started to fall, and I almost broke down, except he was coming at me. I wasn't ready to die, no. I had to stand up, I had to fight, I had to bring him back. This stranger I just met, this stranger who I saved, this stranger I had fought with, this stranger who helped me, this stranger who was now gone. I had no weapon, I had dropped the glass after the fight, and now I regretted the decision. I was charged at, and I bet the knife would've killed my if I wasn't fast enough. I dodged and he tried again. This time it was closer. And it kept getting closer, he seemed to be catching on to my speed, and I was starting to panic, I kicked from underneath all of a sudden, making him lose balance, and the knife hit my arm instead of my stomach. It was a lucky miss... and that small frame of time, a millisecond of him losing his balance was enough for me to recover. I tackled him to the ground, and took the knife from his hand, as his other hand hit my wounded shoulder, and I jumped back in pain, and my hand loosened. Another millisecond where he took control. He took the knife from me, but by the blade, causing his own hand to start bleeding, but it wasn't him, they were hurting him just as they were hurting me. The knife before could've easily stabbed my stomach but he made it miss. He was still here, I wasn't alone, he was fighting with me. This stranger who I had just met, this stranger who has been saving me without me even knowing. Now it was time for to pay back. I felt something in my gut, like I needed to do something. I couldn't tell what it was, and I had no time to think about it. He was rushing back at me, and all I could do was dodge. Then again he caught up to my speed, and he got used to how I move away.

"You've caused me trouble," the thing inside him said. He started moving really fast, and honestly I didn't have time to start panicking.

It just happened, somehow there was a huge gust of air that came from my hand pushing him away, making him lose balance. Did I do it? I stared at my hands, and it was completely the wrong timing because he got up while I was thinking. He charged at me again, and I tried to bring the wind again, it was a deep tug in my gut, I guess, and it felt natural. I didn't care about the details, I just needed to get out of here alive. But I couldn't. He had me pin against a wall, and I tried to get free, kicking around. His grip on my wrist tightened, and pain shot out from my hands, I wanted to scream, but I refused. "Let go of me, Altair," I yelled instead.

"Look at all the trouble you caused me, a slow death would suit you."

He took out his knife, his hand still having trickling blood from the blade, and slowly cut the side of my arm, it wasn't deep, more like a deep paper cut, and I bit my tongue trying to stop myself from screaming. Pain was blurring my thoughts as he reached my wrists, and I let out a sharp yelp, kicking out to swipe him off his feet, and took the knife from him. He got up and I held the knife at him. He kept walking backwards, and I followed, the knife always in front of me. He ran into a wall, and I put the weapon next to his throat on the wall.

What was I doing? I thought looking at myself. What was I doing? I had a knife at someone's neck. My hand dropped. No, I didn't want this, I didn't want to become like this? What was going on? I dropped to my knees, not caring if he was still there, not caring about the pain, not caring about the fear, not caring about the knife I was holding so tight that had my own blood on it.

Tears, I could feel them rolling down my cheek as I realized how little I knew about myself. Was this how I acted before, was anything right? What was this world, what was this cruel punishment? Why couldn't I remember anything? why couldn't I know anything? Why was I so helpless?

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him sit down next to me. He pulled me towards him, and pat my back. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He said it again, and again. We were both lost and confused, forced to do stuff we don't even know is right or wrong, not even knowing our own name when we woke up, it was the same for everyone here. Have of the people who were just like us, kids, died today. What is this? I wanted to wake up from this nightmare, I didn't want to see any more deaths of these people I don't know, yet can relate to so well. Really, what was this?

"Altair?"

"The screams from before. Let's find them?" he asked, pulling away, his eyes looking traumatized. He was forcing a smile on his face, yet his eyes remained in sheer terror. He was possessed, he was forced to watch as his own body was no longer in his control. This was wrong, why would they do this to us? He wasn't ready for anymore fighting.

"You're hurt," I said, looking at his bleeding shins and hand.

"So are you... and it's all because of me."

"No, it's not, just please go take some rest." His eyes changed from terror into a hesitant look, and a silent plea to not leave him alone. A silent plea I couldn't ignore. We walked back up the stairs, and he volunteered to help me with my arm. I told him to take care of himself first, but it wasn't like he had too many injuries on the outside, most of them were probably scars in his mind. I sat back down on the couch I sat on before, and he went into the bathroom. He came back again, a medical kit in his hand, and his shin cleaned. "Want me to help with your hand?"

He shook his head at first then realized he couldn't do it by himself and sheepishly walked towards me. "I feel bad about having you help me after I..." he trailed off.

"Chill. I know it wasn't you, so chill."

I started to do the steps Altair first did when he was wrapping my shoulder, and he started, "Hey, Aureole?"

"Huh?" I replied still concentrating on trying to do this right. After all he did for me, even as was losing most control over his body, well I owe him.

"Do you think they're going to turn us into monsters, too?"

I thought about it, they'd already killed so many, but you have to have people to have a school right? Just as I was about to answer, there was a knock on the door and an eerie mood was set up.

"Ready or not, here I come."