Triple A

Chapter One: Ninja Style Night Attack

Triple A

Chapter One: Ninja Style Night Attack

"There she is! Get her!" I heard as three people dressed in all black crashed through my bedroom window, ninja style.

I spun around so I was facing them and used my momentum to flip over them. I kicked and punched two of them in the face. The two that I had kicked and punched fell to the ground, grunting in pain. I did a series of round houses to the other one and they screamed out in complete and utter pain, but before I could do anything else, I was grabbed from behind by the other two. I used their weight against them, kicking and kneeing the one in front of me, before turning around and punching the others in the face so hard, that I actually broke their jaws. To tell the truth, I could literally hear their limbs tearing and bones cracking, that's how I knew I broke them. Flowing out of their mouths was a raging river of blood. I even knocked out a few teeth, and they skittered across the floor.

Two of the people scrambled out my window, obviously aware of what I was capable of, leaving me with just one of them. I turned to the last one and twisted the person's arm, not too badly that I broke it, but hard enough to do some damage. They too scrambled out my window, as they cradled their injured arm with their good one.

Afterwards, with all of the adrenaline gone, it dawned on me just how badly I injured them, and I winced inwardly when I imagined the pain that they must be going through right then.

However, I was unable to dwell on it, since I had to clean up the mess that was currently on my room floor. I sighed inwardly when I regarded it. I needed to clean up all the blood, even if I despised doing it. You'd think that I'd be used to this by now, with all the times that I do it, but truth is, I'm not and probably never will be. You just don't really get used to that kind of stuff. Well, if you're me you don't. If you're someone else, then maybe.

Apart from cleaning up blood, my night was my average one. Which was good, because I had my first day of school the next day at Season High.

However, just because I'm not joining Season High in the middle of the year, doesn't mean that I'm not nervous. Trust me, I'm definitely nervous.

I mean, how exactly am I going to fit in? How am I going to get people to trust me? Everyone already knows where they belong, and what group they fit into. You have all these groups, where everyone already knows their place. And then you have me, the girl doesn't know a thing about anything.