Tony took me to the gym right away and we joined the crowd, swaying and dancing to the music that filled the room. I started to forget about my duties, who I was, why I was there. I started to forget everything and just melt into the night, having fun with Tony. After a while I needed a short break from all the excitement and excused myself, heading towards the hallway for a drink of water.

I'm thinking about the night as I walk and realize I haven't seen Raphael since we got to school. I don't have a lot of time to dwell on this thought though. An ice cold hand grabs my arm in a vice like grip. I open my mouth, I don't know if I'm planning to scream or shout for help but either way I don't get the chance. Another freezing cold hand clamps on my mouth.

I'm dragged out of the hallway, out of the building. The chilly night air hits me, causing goosebumps to form all over my arms and back. Though part of that chill isn't due to the night breeze, I have a sudden realization of what is probably goin on. Who has me, and what is going to happen to me.

I'm pushed into a wall and the hands slowly pull away. Cautiously I turn around. I come face to face with Scarlet. She towers over me in her heels and glowers down at me. Her eyes are wild and full of rage, the red showing through the glamour she usually has up.

My hand twitches, longing to get the knife out of my boot. I start thinking of ways to try and get my hand on my knife, slowly starting to lift my leg.

"What makes you so special?" Scarlet spits at me. "Why would he chose a pathetic runt like you over me? What makes you so special that he would choose to stand by you instead of his own kind?"

She pushes away from the wall to give me a once over. I take my chance as it is probably my only one. I pull my knee up and pull the knife out of my boot in a flash.

She cackles a laugh at this. "You don't seriously think that tiny thing is going to do anything to me do you?" She asks in amusement. "That's cute."

In a flash she kicks my wrist and I drop the knife. She grabs a chunk of my hair behind my head and pulls me down to knee me in the abdomen. The wind is knocked out of me. My hand flies to my ribs where her knee collided with me. Instead of letting go of my hear she pulls on it hard, pulling out the pins in the process. A short gasp of pain escapes me and I look up at her from my hunched over position.

She smiles cruelly down at me. "You're not as tough as you or Raphael think you are," she insists.

I take a deep breath and stand up to face her. My hair falls in my face and onto my neck which is getting sticky with sweat. I plant my feet to prepare for whatever she decides to do next.

I'm not disappointed. She smiles and lunges towards me. Thinking quickly, mostly on instinct, I duck under her arms and roll away, my dress making it difficult. Still, I manage to pop up a few feet away from where I was previously standing. I turn to her and clench my fists.

"Let's see what you got," I challenge, a lot braver than I feel.

She smiles at the challenge and swings at my head. I duck and jab at her ribs. She jerks back at the contact and hisses at me. I can see the animalistic rage surfacing in her. I don't know if I will be able to beat her if that side of her completely takes over.

We continue to exchange hits and kicks, dodges and parries. We both gain several bruises, cracked ribs, cuts and scraps. We're both bleeding and sore and panting with effort as the fight continues. Every move becomes sloppier for both of us as this goes on. But where I'm starting to lose my energy, she's gaining even more through her rage. I see her glamour drop completely and her red eyes glow in the dim light of the night. I know my chances have practically disappeared at this point.

In a desperate effort to level the playing field I lunge for the knife on the ground. Scrambling for any kind of grip I grab it and roll over. She's stalking towards me like a predator after their prey. I try to scramble to my feet, trying desperately to gain the upper hand.

Eventually I scramble to my feet and try to get into a prepared stance. But she's already on me. Her foot collides with my ribs and I stumble back. My back collides with the brick wall of the school.

My heart is pounding with adrenaline and fear. My hair has completely fallen out and is plastered to my head with sweat. My chest rises and falls as I pant with effort. I look up at my opponent, my eyes widening as I watch her, and my fate, come closer with every second.

I hold up the knife, ready to fight with everything I have left. Whatever the outcome, this ends tonight.
When she gets close enough I move to stab her. She simply grabs my wrist in her vice like grip and pulls me away from the wall. I stumble past her with the force. She lets go suddenly and I teeter for a second, trying to regain my balance.

She turns and takes a step closer to me. She grabs my wrist again and my opposite shoulder. One of her feet kicks my lower legs and I fall to my knees. I struggle against her grip, but her rage has given her power. With one final move she pushes my own knife into my chest, through my dress, between my ribs. Then she pushes me and I fall to the ground, my energy spent. My hand holding the knife slackens and it drops, the knife falling with it. I feel the warmth of my blood seeping from my wound and creating a pool around me. I see her smirk at me one last time before leaving.

I hear the pounding of footsteps as I grow weaker on the ground. This is it, my end.