The Outcasts *On Hold*

Chapter Four

(Pic is Sammy)

I drove home, ready to get a shower and eat some chocolate. Today was exausting. First enduring school, finding out a demon was here. How she got here, I don't know. Though, the part about moving from Iowa could be a half truth. There was a portal at a mall there. The gateway guardians, as ever one called them, could get pretty lazy.

Once I had showered and put on some black comfy shorts and an Asking Alexandria t-shirt, I finished my homework by using my powers to cheat. I called to Chester to let him know I was going to bed. Climbing the stairs, he followed. I lay down and Chester decided to lay with me tonight. It calmed me a little, and that night I slept peacefully.

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It was Thursday and I had seen Sammy around school, but mostly tried to ignore her. In her physics, she totally avoided Sammy. Math was a different story. We had to find partners twice so far this week. Sammy and I were the last ones without a partner each time. It sucks.

After I ate lunch, I grabbed my stuff and went to my next hour of hell. The rest of my day was normal, Sammy avoiding me, me avoiding Sammy. It was totally god awful.

This is how it was until Thursday. I had piano lessons every Thursday at six, and I loved playing. It gave me a sense of belonging. It was the one thing I had to actually work on, but there was also a natural ability with it. Sometimes I would also sing along to the songs if I could.

I drove home from school, music blasting from the speakers. I had homework for writing to do, but that was easy. I some times wrote about our world for fun. Humans loved to hear tales about the not so mythical beings. It was funny to see that most human brains didn't have the brain capacity to see what was going on around them.

I arrived home, unlocking the door and closing it behind me when I was tackled. I hadn't turned the lights on yet, so I had to tap into my demon side to see in the darker room. What I saw was Sammy, in one of her forms. She had black horns coming out of her head, claws extended from her fingers, and shaggy blue/black goat legs. I guess this was her first form. The one her parents gave her when she was born.

I noticed this in about half a second as I was tackled down to the floor. She stabbed my left thigh and I screamed in pain and rage. I didn't have my daggers on me, but I never went without a wepon, mostly because I didn't want to shift. I drew a knife from its place by my calf. I blocked her claws as she swung at my stomach, still on the ground. She swung again and yelped as I swung my blade at her wrist. It barely scraped her wrist as she tried to avoid contact with it.

I sprung up off the hard wood floor. I guess my training realy did pay off. She ran into the kitchen, me following hot on her heals. I wondered what her problem was. Also how she knew where my house was.

She was cornered. Her black eyes widened as she realised this. She took up a defensive stance, not willing to go with out a fight. We were two kids in the dark, I laughed at my refrence. I was pathetic. Beautiful scars on critical veins. I'm awful. She gave me a look as I fell to the ground laughing. Seeing her look at me weirdly sent me into another fit of uncontrollable laghter.

It was inappropriate given the situation. That's how she got away. Not knowing what I was laughing about. I was going to be the death of me.

She escaped out my glass doors. As she ran out, Chester ran in. It was then as I felt the adrenalin fade, the pain in my leg grew. And it hurt. Like a bitch.