The Seventh

"You're a murderer Jackson and I am going to turn you in!" Mira spoke up.

Jackson turns around, raising his eyebrow.
"You..." he chuckles and kisses his teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I saw you, on the first day of the orientation! That man was beaten senseless!"

He gives a dark malicious stare down at Mira as he slowly backs her onto the wall.

"Keep your fucking voice down. You will not...open your mouth about it...and if you do...things won't be pretty. You better be glad my sister likes you or you would have been next on my list."

Mira tenses up as she looked him in the eyes, seeing nothing but sinister.

She balls her fist, "I'm not afraid of you. You're going down."

"It won't do you any good." He smiles then blinks his eyes a couple of times before patting her head and walking out of her room.

"Don't be late for combat training! Remember we are partners!" He shouts down the hallway.