Screams filled the dreadful atmosphere.
Salty, and bitter on the tongue,
blood flooded the room.
To see such horror almost stung.
Bodies fell and thrashed,
doors burst and crashed.
It was absolutely restless,
to feel so weak and helpless.
But what else could she do?
The pool of blood
reached her feet
at last.
The assassins among them
were like blurs, their bodies were
unable to be traced at their speed.
The school filled with
blood, screams, and fire,
making the situation quite dire.
But they weren't outnumbered.
All they needed was a flicker of hope.
To just hold them off
until help arrived.
Anna staggered to her feet,
she'd teach those who interlope,
that Water Front High can't be beat.
Her hands curled into fists,
full of fury and rage.
No matter her age,
this was their survival at stake,
Anna won't go down without
a fight.
And whatever it takes,
she would just keep
KICKING!
She would just keep
PUNCHING!
She ran at the nearest attacker,
foot extended.
And with the damage his nose took,
it would be difficult for it to be mended.
To see such an untouchable being defeated,
Anna's confidence explodes in her chest.
She encouraged the others
to rise up and be their best.
She fought 'till the very end.
Until things went dark and quiet,
until she lost consciousness.
Everything was cold and dark.
All she needed was a spark.
Her fingers were numb,
every index, middle, and thumb.
Her cheeks were flushed and hot.
She opened her eyes
to see a boy,
With unmistakable hair,
the color of rose quartz.
He stroked her bangs,
giving his innocent smile.
She guessed she'd miss school for a while.
Indeed she fought 'till the end.
She was a hero with time to spend.
When everything was cold and dark,
all was needed was a spark.
