And Then The Murders Began

Chapter Two: Been A Hell Of A Ride But I'm Thinking

Like I said earlier, that day started out normally, but like hell if it stayed that way; for one, we nearly had a pack war in the hall; what it turned into sent a whole bunch of the football team to the hospital and meant that a good chunk of the teachers had to spend homeroom period writing them up... that's what you get when you mix Jerentnekai like me and Lylah, like our families- with everyone normal. Look, I'm sorry to whichever shrink reads this, since you dipshits keep passing this along between you, I've seen you doing it when I was in a session- but have some feelings for once, okay? This whole fucking mess took place less than a week ago, and the shot wounds still hurt like hell... and I look like I have mange because I had to get shaved at the hospital.

Look, I get it. We're different, our voices are weird to everyone, and yes, we're quite literal animals, but I just want to be taken as seriously as I would be if I was a human instead of all five feet and six inches of scrawny lupine. Maybe if I were human the sheriff's office would've bothered to take up the case instead of passing it off to the city department in St. John, a city department, that for all the progress we've made up to now, is still firmly stuck in the past. I mean, come on, it's 2018, is it really that strange to see someone like me here?

Apparently it is, and I'm getting sick of explaining myself over and over and over to idiotic cops.

I need to start from the beginning, they tell me, so that's what I do, I tell them the same story over and over and over again, all in the name of helping me avoid PTSD. Well, guess what, news flash, making me rehash all of this over and over and over again, seeing the lynx that I treasured more than almost anyone in either of the two Universes, how I saw her- celestials above I'm not going to think about that, makes me too red in not a good way... that memory's too hazy...

What I remember with crystal clarity about that day was that the bus was late. Normally, that wouldn't have been a big deal, but what it meant today was that no one was prepared for anything. If the school bus was late, that probably meant that something wasn't quite right, and as I know now, seeing as hindsight is a perfect twenty-twenty, it wasn't. Actually, now that I think about it, that only really refers to-

-you need to calm down, Electra-

-it refers to people, not usually to mammals like me, quite literally because my eyes are better than that-

But really, no, hindsight's not twenty-twenty for us because we're always expected to be better than that even though we're treated as less than anything... but anyways-

See, the bus was later than it even was usually because some wiseass- and I can guess exactly who- decided that posting a picture of the freshmen and posting that to Facebook with the caption "Line them up and shoot them" was a smart idea.

Spoiler alert, it's not.

Yeah, that got people riled up, and they- the adults in the room- addressed the elephant of the room and got the police to take a look. The account was gone, the posts were nowhere to be found- I mean, come on, does it really take a genius to figure out that whoever was out there that posted that had deleted their posts?

No, it doesn't, and you don't want to make a wolf mad, especially when they're important in the district. Unfortunately for me, though, my parents are just about the most spineless creatures that you could ever hope to meet, it's no freaking wonder that they're omegas... and I'm the daughter of omegas- the queer as hell and hates that she is daughter of omegas.

So did they listen to their concerns? No, of course not. Apparently the only people who care about their children's lives in this freaking district aren't even human. What a fucked up world, but I've been doing this for long enough, I'm used to it. My parents, they grew up in absolute poverty in a shack on Jerenteka- or what most any normal person would call Terra. They're used to sucking it up and dealing, tucking ears and tail and letting themselves suffer, but I'm not one of those mammals. I grew up on Earth, I have my rights, I know them, I'm going to make myself heard...