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Arianna pounced on her, bursting through the door then slammed it back behind her. The bag on her shoulder slammed into Liz's stomach, swinging around her shoulder- rubbing the skin raw.

The pain didn't faze Arianna though; those receptions of her body had turned off. The animalistic instincts had begun to thrive inside her.

She threw the bag off of her, slamming herself on top of Liz and to the ground. The bag that was on her shoulder seconds ago slid across the floor, leaving Arianna's sight. Liz roped her hands around Arianna's arms. She struggled to remove them from her body as they rolled around on the ground, trying to get a position on each other.

As Arianna lifted the knife in her hand, ready to stab, Liz suddenly thrashed out at her forearm, smashing it against the ground. A sickening crack echoed throughout the halls, Arianna screamed out in pain as her bone snapped, making her arm slightly disfigured. Immediately she grasped her arm, doubling into herself from the pain.

Liz took this chance as an opening for her to strike. As Arianna was crying on the ground, she slid over on her side to the bag. As she struggled to unzip the zipper, Arianna began to cope, collecting herself. Ready to seek and get revenge.

Liz desperately reached into the bag, touching and grabbing whatever she could. She felt a box and snatched it as fast as she could. Arianna had slowly started to lift herself off of the ground, the knife still in hand. Liz dashed for the stairs as fast as she could, with Arianna behind her.

The knife shimmered in Arianna's hand as she prepared herself to lunge forward, to stab anywhere she could. It almost looked like Arianna had tripped, as she shot herself forwards towards Liz's legs.

Blood started to pour out of the wound she had just created. The handle of the knife creating a presence for itself, sticking out of Liz's thigh. She gasped from pain but continued running up the stairs and to her bedroom. Her body slammed into the door, then hastily opening it and launching herself inside, slamming it behind her.

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