Allison wished she had taken her mace with her to school, but she had never needed it before. The two girls backed up until there was nothing behind them but a brick wall.
"Stay away!" Melissa yelled out. But the two boys didn't comply. Instead they came closer. The boy that had hair nearly completely hiding his face reached up with something black in his hand and began to cut his arm again, criss-crossing a previous cut.
"What do you want?!" Allison yelled.
"No one understands how much we're suffering," the long-haired boy calmly said.
"Steve?" Melissa said, recognizing his voice, but not believing that it was him. It couldn't be him. Steve was hot, this guy was not. Steve was normal, this guy had some serious problems. But it was his voice.
"I go by Slash now," he said.
"Steve, what happened to you?"
"My eyes have been opened to the truth."
"What are you talking about?"
"You'll understand soon."
"What are ...?" Then she screamed as Steve cut her arm with his black razor blade. And she kept screaming as she watched herself change. Allison was trapped in stunned silence, unable to help her friend.
