Book 2, Friend or Foe, How Should We Know?

Stanley ran around the corner and bumped into the back of Fred.
"Ooof."
He fell to the floor, Fred turning.
Anger rose inside Fred... He had ruined everything.. He had made Fred look evil..
Fred snarled at the fallen boy, but then his anger subsided and turned to a deep sadness, that tore at his soul and tugged at his heart.
He sat down, leaning against the wall, beside Stanley, closing his eyes, breathing deeply.
His favourite knife.... Smashed. Fred sniffed. Almost as if he would cry. But it was a dry sniff.
He shook his head, the curls bouncing.
He pulled his hat off.
"Stanley.."
Stanley cowered slightly, looking up at him as he rubbed his head from the impact.
"Y...Yes?"
He mumbled.
Fred realised the hint of fear in his voice and he felt sick.
"I'm sorry..."
Fred quietly whispered. He held out a pale hand, wanting Stanley to shake it.
Stanley eyed him.. He looked solemn enough.. No other knives. Stanley smiled and shook it with his own small one. See, Stanley was 12, Fred 14.
While shaking Stanley's hand, the faces of the girls flashed in his mind... He would get them.. Stop them. They were rich. He was poor. They got everything. He had to steal..
Why did he burst out saying that?
For attention?
He had a paperboy job!
Fred stopped shaking his head and got up, taking his hat off, letting the curls free. He couldn't take his leather jacket off. He had no shirt underneath. They were the only clothes he wore.
Stanley wore dungerees and his hat, barefoot. Fred had boots.
Fred beckoned Stanley forward, a forlorn look in his eyes and Stanley followed.
No talking.
He saw the girls, and woe and anger burned inside him.
He walked over to the bench, sat on it and trembled.
Stanley thought Fred was ill, and he sat beside Fred, putting an arm around his shoulder.
"Don't worry... Everything's okay."
Fred shook his head, black curls dangling in front of his eyes.
"They know I'm a killer.. They'll kill me!"
He let out a dry sob, the tough act disintergrating.
Stanley was fearing Fred more when he was sad than angry.
"I almost killed you!"
He hysterically added, hiding his pale face from view, sobbing deep to himself while Stanley comforted.
One face stuck in his mind...
The girl who was more fiesty. What was her name?
he knew Sekura's... He remembered that fateful day.. He hadn't spoken of it to ANYONE.
It went something like this:

Fred... Looking the same with the same leather jacket, same long curls that his his heavy-lidded eyes, same spots. Same expression of being bored. Same knife in his hand, concealed up his sleeves.
No stanley.
He was in an alleyway. Dark and damp rotten-smelling. But the scene didn't effect him... It was the daily grind.
SUddenly, footsteps echoed... He held his breath, turning from here to there, craning his neck to see, though already tall.
He saw the shadow... It was her.
He sighed with relief, able to breath normally now.
The girl approached him, her description is not needed.
She had a simple brown parcel in her gloved, clammy, hands. She walked expressionless towards Fred.
"Kitty?"
He whispered.
She nodded.
"Yes... The food is here. Enough to last you until tomorow. Eat well.. Your parents leave you well enough alone."
Fred nodded.
He held out his fingerless-gloved hands, taking the brown parcel from her.
As she handed it over, he put it in the floor beside him.
He held out his hand again, for a friendly shake.
But it was returned with a sudden flash of steel, and a stab in the side.
Across his right waist side, a knife was in. Blood dripped. He lifted his T-shirt a bit, showing pale, skinny stomach, ribs showing heavily as if anorexic. The hilt was all that was visible.
Instead of moaning, he smiled the twisted smile.. His mind was broken.
"I knew it would come to this, Kitty Jones."
He said in a breathless voice.
She nodded.
"Buisness is buisness, they need a new leader. Since the magic screwed with your mind."
He frowned.
"Go on with your life."
He looked at the deep wound, sudden weakness overpowering him.
"Poison."
She simply said, and with that, she picked the parcel up and fled.

An hour passed, and Fred felt the welcoming arms of death.
Blood dripped down the cobbles, his lids heavier than ever, mouth slightly parted, eyesight blurred.
But he heard footsteps.
Kitty?
No... Too light.
He stayed quiet, waiting for the person to come.
But the steps grew louder.. They were heading towards him.
He turned his head a bit to see and saw a girl.. Slender... Beautiful..
Sekura.
He didn't know that.
She looked at him in a worried way.
"Oh dear...... Are you okay?"
She asked.
Fred shook his head, not able to speak or lift the knife.
She bit at her bottom lip.
"This will sting."
She grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled, he moaned loudly as it was pulled out with gross sound effects.
She dropped the bloodied knife to the floor, and touched the wound.
Something extraordinary happened.... It glowed white for a few seconds, then disapeared.
She gasped. He gasped.
She looked awe-struck. He looked horriffied.
His energy returned.
He got up and pointed at her.
"DAMN WITCH!"
He yelled, voice breaking with the yell.
He pulled his own knife out and advanced to her.
She called out something in an unknown language and he slammed against the wall, fainted dead away... And that was all he knew.
When he woke up. She was gone. And the two knives were too.

Fred shuddered at the memory, Stanley's words fuzzing out...
He needed to get to know them.. First.
He must say nothing. And study.

"Are you ok, kim?> Selk?" Pinka gasped after being told what happened.
"Yeah, if you call ALMOST BEING STABBED ok!?" Kim growled. "I'll get that twerp. And when i do-"
"I've seen him before." Sek said.
Pinka and kim looked at her.
"I healed him. He called me a witch so I slammed a wall in his face." Sek said.
"Way to go! Do that three more times and his nose is gone baby!" Kim squealed in delight.
"No..wait. But. Something happened." Sek said, looked distant, staring at something that was not there.
"What?" Pinka blinked, as a chilly wind suddenly grew in the atmosphere. Pinka's sleek pink hair only shook a bit from the wind.
Kim's followed the wind.
Sek wouldnt speak.
"What? Sek!" Pinka riased her voice.
Sek narrowed her eyes.
"..There...there was a man. I couldnt see him- it..was just a man.." Sek said, then her eyes wideened, as it became clearer.
"Oh no. Those darn pedos, hey?" Kim sighed.
"Ew! Kim, no!" Pinka closed her eyes in disgust.
"No..its wasnt that..It.." Sek whispered. Then gasped.
"Munt!"
"Who?" Pinka blinked
"Her boyfriend?" Kim asked.
"No!" Sek's soft voice said, as she fumbeled through her bag
"Her dad?" Kim asked
"No." Sek said, pulling out a book.
"...Or a book? Ok, i thought you said he was a ma-" Kim began, then stopped, mouth opene, as she watched the book morph into a teenager, the same age as sek.
"It was you." Sek said, in a different voice.
"..Are we missin' somethin here?!" Kim said.
"Er." Pinka was slightly confuzzeled. "Hey, maybe shes his sister?"
Sek laughed, hugging munt.
"..Or his girlfriend!" Kim cried.
Sek pulled away, a slight hint a blush appeared.
"Ohhh...I see...She has a crush on him!" Kim said, smiling in triumph as Sek blushed furiously
"OK Just finish the story." Pinka said.
Sek was talking, still staring into Munts eyes.
"And he said...That Secrets of Magic with unfold, as soon as we connect Once we See the truth within.." Sek smiled. "He meant that guy. I think."
"..Huh." Kim blinked
Munt held seks hand. Suddenly they disapeared
"SEKURA!" Pinka and Kim shouted.
"OMG HE REALLY IS A PEDO!" Kim screamed.
"No..She really loved that guy.." Pinka said, looking romantic.
"..You're right..OH MY GOSH THEY'RE GOING OFF TO...DO IT!!" Kim squeaked.

Fred suddenly got up.
"I'm going home."
He said in his usual moody self.
"You stay here and tail em'. If you tell them what we're up too...."
Stanley rolled his eyes, but in secret.
"I won't."
Fred glared at him.
Fred left Stanley and headed towards the gate. He went past a teacher who was guarding the gate and opened it with a creak.
"And where are you going, young man?"
Fred stopped, slowly turned and gave the teacher the meanest glare possible.
"O...Okay. You go right ahead."
She said, changing her mind so suddenly.
Fred turned back and brooded. He slipped past the gate and walked down the pavement.
Then he saw something that made him angry.
SO SO angry.
It had seen him, a look of terror in it's eyes, trying to walk past him.
When SHE passed him he grabbed hold of her collar on her shirt and dragged her out of sight in a backstreet that no one used apart from drinking teenagers.
"So you decide to turn up, after all these years?"
Kitty shook her head, terrified at the wild look in his eyes.
"What a reunion, eh?"
He smirked, a scary smirk... Almost maddening when attatched to his eyes.
He still held her against a wall, not waiting for her answer, and he put one hand down his leather jacket pocket and preduced another knife.
He held it to her throat, she started whimpering.
"P..Please. I'm sorry I tried to kill you... I admired you...."
Fred's grip on the knife seemed to slacken, but then he held it closer.
"You never did. You hated me. The way I did things. I saw it in your eyes. Either Assasination, or murder done by you."
He smirked.
"See you later."
She started to scream, but he had already drawn it across her pretty neck. He let go of her and she fell, not getting up.
Ragged breathing heard, but not from her. From Fred.
He snarled.
"I hope that teaches you a lesson when you go to hell!"
Kitty was alive no more.
He looked left, then right, and slid his bloodied knife in his leather jacket pocket, then ran for his life.

Stanley looked about.. Lonely.
That was his problem.
He had no other friends.. Other than Fred.
He remembered when he had loads.... But that was before Fred saw his resiliance to magic when the fire only scorched his clothes.
Stanley sighed.
Everything was different now.. He had seen Fred's mind break in front of him. He had tried to grab as much information as possible. He was starving himself sometimes... It wasn't right.. For a 14-year-old to be going through that...
Stanley examined the playground. People with ordinary lives... Nothing bad apart from a dead pet.. Maybe an orphan...
But he... He... He didn't know what would make then normal.....
At this thought, the gates creaked open again and everyone turned to stare. Who would come back to this school??
A really handsome-looking boy..... Simple.
He had a stooping look about him.. But he was very tall.
Bulky slight muscles on show on the shoulder downwards.
Black curls... Brushed, but still curly, framed his pale face as if he were a saint.
His face, smooth... Smooth features, perfect shaped. Blemish-free. Scar-free.
He wore a plain white T-shirt, a pair of faded jeans and a pair of black converse.
He entered the playground with his hands in his pockets, a nervous look about him as everyone stared. Even the teachers. They had never seen him before.. But he looked familiar.
The wild look in his dark brown, almost black, eyes.
Stanley got up, mouth open in shock and horror... He knew who it was.
He stayed put, as the figure walked past him, but it muttered.
"Stay down Stanley. Low profile means you find new friends."
Stanley sat down slowly, looking pale and horrified. No more Fred to protect him?! The witches could get him for that!

Fred looked around as he sat on the bench, leaning casually against it.
The three girls... But wait... Two were there.
This was his chance.. He could walk over there.
Fred found his legs felt like water... He couldn't lift himself.. What would he do? They may kill him.. She promised..
Fred breathed heavily, then he nodded, to himself.
He would...
Fred got up, walking with his hands in his pockets again, he tried to idle near the girls, maybe catch a bit of news..Until...
"My friend really likes you. Will you go out with her?"
"What's your name?"
"What's your favourite type of chocolate?"
"How did you get your hair curly?"
Fred was shocked to be surrounded by girls.
He blinked.
"Errr.. No... Zack Fox.. Cadbury's milk chocolate.. Born like it."
He breathed out in relief. But then the more questions came.
"Okay. Let me through. PLEASE!"
He yelled.
It was like the parting of the dead sea. He went out through a line in the crowd.. Hmm. The playground was half empty. Apart from the two girls. They seemed to be alone.. Still speaking.
He nodded.
Leaving the crowd behind, telling them to stay, he pretended to idily walk over to them again.
He got ready to do his best smile and voice. The smile made him look understanding... Funny.. Cute.
The voice.. Was deep, but less rough, but a joky edge to it. Maybe a higher pitch.
He pretended to see them.
"Are you girls okay?"
HE asked in his new smooth voice, smirking, wind ruffling his curls.

Kim and pinka suddenly turned around.
Pinka flashed a smile.
Kim put her hand on her hip, eyebrow raised.
"Uh, whatever, geek." She hissed.
"I just-" Fred desperatly began. Cant lose it now, came so far.
"Whatever! Ok! End of convo! I dont know you." Kim growled.
"Hey know, calm down wildcat." Pete walked over.
"...Hi pete." Kim said flatly
"Hi pinka!!" Pete cheerily said.
Pinka nodded.
He visibly drooped.
"Um. Cant you see im tlking?" Fred growled.
"Cant you see, WE'RE NOT!" Kim shouted.

Fred finally lost it. In a shower of madness.
"CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BLOODY GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN WE GET OUT OF THE SCHOOL GROUNDS?!"
He yelled.
Wow... Way to ruin a plan.
He looked at them, wild-eyed.. This boy. New... Infuriating. Getting in the way.
"Geez. Cool down. Whoever you are."
These words echoed in his mind... Making him even more angry and maddened.
His hands turned into fists. This was definately Fred again.
He took three steps towards Pete, Pete just stood there, taking it as a joke. He laughed... And laughed...
"I'll kill you!"
Fred shouted. But as he said that, a sudden wailing came out of nowhere.
Almost ghost-like.
The person launched themself at Fred, causing him to fall down to the floor.
"Fred! I can't let you do that!"
Stanley cried.
"You're hurting yourself. More than you hurt Kitty Jones. You're killing yourself inside. You'll be dead inside!"
He ignored the others as he cried this advice out.
Stanley shot up.
He looked at the three of them, eyeing them, rather nervously. He thought they would kill him. Maybe kill Fred. They treated him like dirt sure enough.
"Just don't hurt us. He has this problem, see --"
But he was cut off, by Fred, rising up.
He was breathing heavily, eyes dim.
"I...Err...I......"
He couldn't meet any of their eyes. He mulled over Stanley's words. And he cursed, yelling back in Stanley's face, causing him to cower and whimper like a little puppy.
"I AM STILL ME! I HAD TO HURT MYSELF IN THE PROCESS! SHE TRIED TO KILL ME!............"
By this point, tears were coming to his eyes. His black eyes, wild... He looked like he was breaking down, in front of them.
"I.........................Had to.."
He quietly said, blinking the tears back, though one escaped.
He slowly fell to his knees in front of Pete, and put his hands on the floors, on all fours.
He was panting, as if he had run a race. His pale face was sweaty, and cold, clammy, like his hands.
Everyone stared. He couldn't bear it.
He sobbed drily and bitterly.
"I had to."
He repeated in a small voice.
Stanley looked on at him, utterly bewildered. The witches had disapeared from his mind, now... He realised it was the end.
The end of normal.
Everyone in the playground joined in, staring at 'George Fox'. His curls perfectly hid his face, his thin frame shaking with each sob. It showed how underfed he was.. How he HAD wasted himself away. And was doing so now.
Madness had gripped him in it's icy cold grip. And wouldn't let go.
Stanley, terrified out of his wits from when Fred yelled at him, was now sniffing, managing to hold back tears. He was solemn.

Kim felt awkward.
"..Omg. Its those guys again." Kim shouted.
"Will you leave us alone!?"
"No." Fred suddenly stopped crying, and grabbed his knife.
He lunged at kim, holding the knife at her throat.
Kim just laughed.
"You really dont want to do that." Kim smirked.
Fred held it closer.
"Why? WHY?" He screamed in her face.
Sekura and munt suddenly appeared
"Oh, you might kinda get hurt." Pinka giggled.
"Wow that was good tioming. Where'd ya go?" Kim asked
Sek blushed.
"It dosent matter."
"Ohhh,,, I think it does Miss I dont have a crush!." Kim teased.
"HELLO!? THERES A MAD MAN HOLDING A KNIFE TO YOUR THROAT!" Pinka screamed.
"RE-BOUND!" Kim shouted.
Suddenly, green smoke ran through her, and fred fell back, his knife going the opposite direction.

Fred cowered, putting his hands in front of his face.
He wasn't in the mood. He was angry, and upset.
VERY.
Stanley was just plain frightened.
They both fell down, as the knife approached Fred, there was a horrible sound... It sliced through his heart.
There was a grunt from him and he fell back in pain..
But then... He suddenly got up, hilt of the knife showing.
He suddenly smirked.
"Too bad... Magic touched this. So I won't die. Your fantasy, eh?"
He grabbed the hilt and pulled, frowning in concentration. When it came out, blood dripped from it. Warm blood... Hot...
He held the knife out to Kimmi.
"I think you may want this, as a reminder."
He smiled, Stanley sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Resiliance.. Pure resiliance."
He said under his breath, staring at them.
Fred gave up and dropped the knife with a 'clink' to the floor.
"Attack me. Try to kill me."
He then got down on one knee, almost as if he were proposing, and offered her his wrists, eyes suddenly watery.
"Take me as a slave."
He was going mad again.
Stanley looked horrified. And scared.
Fred meant no harm. he had given up the chase... He was still angry. But he didn't want to hurt them.
The crimson hole in his chest bled, white shirt stained.
Give me money and I bet you she'll say a snappy comment to that...

Sekura's eyes looked distant in slight memory. She shook her head slowly and took a step foreward toward Fred, raising her hands to show she meant no harm. She eyed the knife, ten looked at Fred.
"Fred . . . You need to calm down." She said softly.
Munt eyed Sek with doubt, not fully trusting Fred. He tightened his hands into fists, but kept them at his sides, really not wanting to cause any harm as well.
She eyes Fred and reached for the handle, her eyes sparkling with courage and reassurence.
If Fred let her, she would softly take the handle of the knife, and bite her lip, trying to calm Fred with the rememberance of when they had first met.

Fred looked up at Sekura. But then he got up himself.
He watched her taking the knife from his hand, not tightening his grip, but loosening it.
It was one of his best knives...
Fred narrowed his eyes and glared at Munt. He didn't trust that guy.... Some random people.. Come along. Craze him up.
Fred trembled with internal anger, but he tried to keep calm, barely listening to Sekura with the angry buzzing inside of him, like a radio.
His eyes were a permanant glare, his chin jutting every so often, so it looked like he would cry.

Sekura slowly took the knife from Fred, eyes not leaving Fred's face.
"Fred . . . Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Focus on clearing your mind and calming down." She said softly.
When she had hold of the knife, the swiped the faces of the knife onto her jeans, whiping away the blood, then pinched her jeans and poked to holes in, weaving the blade of the knife so it attached to the thigh of her jeans.
Afterward, she put her hands at her sides, unsure weither to put them on his shoulders.
Munt looked at Fred, then dropped his gaze to the floor, loosening his fists so his palms faced the sides of his jeans.
"Pretend that we aren't here, and you are isolated in a white room, with no sound, and a lot of peace." Sekura then instructed softly.

He shook his head, putting his fists in front of his eyes, hiding his face with his arms in an almost defensive way.
"I aint' going back there."
He said in a deep snarl, eyes peeping out from behind his fists. He glared, a dull look in them, narrowed.
"This is just to publically humiliate me!" He suddenly yelled, getting up, fists clenched either side, shaking terribly. But with a bursting rage.
"Y...You want to EMBARRASS ME!"
His eyes widened.
"Well no matter! I'll do it for you!"
He suddenly stormed off to the benches. Where people sat.
But they ran as they saw him, his maddening look scaring them.
He took one end of the bench in two, trong, firm, hands and upturned it.
He took the three others and did the same, then went to the drinking fountain, pushing people out the way as he did so, and grabbed hold of the pipe from which the unused water came out, and ripped it from it's hole.
He snapped it in half, throwing the peices to the floor.
Then he bared his teeth, snarling as he ran to the school gate.
He grabbed the lock in a fist and tore at it, as if it were simply plastic.
It snapped and fell, the chain going with it.
He didn't use the gate, but climbed over, poking holes in his shirt with the spikes on top.
He cut his hand on a bit of flaked paint, and he jumped down.
"HOW'S THAT?! WHITE ROOM MY ARSE! I'M NOT MENTAL!"
He laughed to himself, insanely, and ran off.

[Thanks for including me, guys.]

Pinka paused holding a hand out. Wisely, she spoke.
"Stop." She said, moving some pink hair out of her face.
"If he tries anything silly, we'll attack." Pinka said, curling the ends of her hair with her fingers.
"It would be wise not to draw a weapon." Pinka smiled at Fred, standing up straight.
Pete stood beside her, arms crossed. Pinka looked ad him and sighed. She nodded at Sekura and Kimmi.
He saw Fred going mental, and suddenly had a flash back.

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There were screams, shouts and cries as this date goes back to september, 11th. 2001 [sound familiar?]

Pinka was 4 years old, and her real mother worked in the twin-towers. Pinka didn't have a clue what on earth was going on, but her dad was crying and standing next to Pinka.
Pinka saw a few body parts on the floor and saw nothing of it. Then she heard a fire-man shout
"Sandra!! You have to Jump or the heat will kill you!" The fire-man said.
The beautifull woman, adressed by the name of Sandra had shoulder-length curly pink hair, with pink eyes. Sod was only 1 years old and was crying because Pinka's Dad was crying.
The beautiful woman jumped out of the building, on the highest floor. The dad was spouting tears by now, and Pinka was too frustrated to cry. The woman, Sandra actually landed on the net! Pinka rushed over to her, finally realising what was going on. Pinka cried with happiness, tears drizziling down her face.
"Mummy!!" Pinka yelled, hugging the mum. The mum happily picked up Pinka and twirled her around. Pinka smiled, clutching her Bunnikin teddy bear, hugging Bunnikin and Sandra.
"Mummy, I love yo--" Pinka said.
Thats when THAT happened.
A falling man had landed on Sandra by accident, crushing her bones as blood curdled onto the pavement and the Plaza.
The man who landed on her just quickly walked away.
Pinka was shouting her heart out at him, literally cursing and stamping and yelling. Pinka cried her eyes out, looking at the remains of her mum. Sod and Pinka cried as the Dad took Pinka and Sod's hand.
"Where did mummy go?" Sod said, clutching her little bracelet Sandra had given Sod as a present when she went to Thailand. Pinka immediatly starting crying again, taking one last glimpse of the remains of her mum, and just had to walk off, leaving her there forever..
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Pinka now filled with rage, she was 14 now, and spilled out with rage. All she managed to say was.
"I love you mum." She started crying again.
"Awwh. What happened to the little baby?" Fred said, standing by the remains of the benches.
Pinka clenched her fist, and lunged and Fred with Fury. Over one hundred thorns spilled out, along with poison. And Ivy.
She raised her hand, as practicly a jungle of plants and leaves and ivy's and man-eating plants and grass and vines and swamps just raised and trapped Fred. She raised her hand one more as thorns spread out in the air and trapped fred in a thorn like cage.
"I don't want a repeat of the twin towers." She said, a fat tear dropping down her cheek as she released vines to tangle his arms and feet together, to the large thick strong oak tree's.
She slowly walked up to him, Kimmi and Sek staring after her.
Pinka raised her hand, vines shooting out of her hand as they wrapped around Freds neck, tightning grip.
"Don't mess with me, kiddo." Pinka said, tightning the grip alittle more on his neck.
"I-- Thought-you-didn't-have-powers" Fred struggled to say.
"I only use my powers when Morons like you mess with me." Pinka daintly said, walking to sit by Kimmi.

(Wow. I didn't know Fred was that mean in his insanity state. And no probs )

Fred suddenly stepped out of the vines as if he were a ghost.
He rolled his eyes.
"I thought by now, you'd know I had resiliance."
He smirked, it didn't seem evil. In fact.. He looked tired.
Fred looked at Sekura, then Munt, eyes darting between them.
Magic... Magic air.
He sniffed it, breathing the scent.
He patted Pinka on the head, then jumped over a hedge into someone's garden.
"Oh cruel fate. Why must they hate me? Of course. I just walk up to them with a knife. How the hell was I to know they weren't going to kill me?"
He bit at his bottom lip, curls flying into his eyes, white shirt streaming slightly.
He looked behind.. gone...
Why cry.. Pinka? Why?

Pinka didn't just stand there and watch him leave.
After being to a kung-fu school for 3 years she decided to test out her skills. She braced herself, lunging up at the fence and jumping off of it, Fence after fence. She was prepared to follow him by herself. Although Kim helped alot with Sek. But Pinka began to follow.


[Short! Gtg bed]

Sekura's eyes widened, "NO!" She screamed.
She lept toward Pinka and took her by the shoulders, "Don't hurt him!" Sekura eyes Fred.
Munt gasped, eyes widening as he took two steps back, unsure weither it was safe to help Fred without Fred trying to kick his ass.
Sekura looked up at Fred in horror as he stepped out of the vines and appeared behind the garden.
Munt's eyes narrowed as he looked at Sekura, shaking his head.
'Let him go, Sek. The dude's mental.' Munt whispered in Sekrua's mind.
Sekura ignored Munt, and in less than a second, she was on the other side of the gate.
"Fred! Stop!" She yelled clinging to the gate as her dark emerald eyes locked on Fred.
The knife scraped up against Sekura's leg, a small line of blood seeping through her jeans that caused her to wince, but completely ignore.
Except,
a small sizzling sound came from where the knife was, and a light shade of smoke arose.
Sekura gave a strange look on her face and looked down, eyes widening yet again as she saw her blood burn the thigh of her jeans.

Acid blood . . .
Sekura screamed in shock and lept off the gate, jumping onto the ground and landing on her butt.
Sekrua winced, her tailbone.

"Sek!" Munt yelled, immediately appearing at her side.
"What the hell is this?!" Sekura yelled, ripping the knife out of her jeans and setting it on the grass beside her. The strange look appeared on her face again, " . .. . It doesn't hurt me."
Munt hesitated, looking at the small line of blood and the burnt hole in her jeans. "Mmmm . . ." His eyes widened.
"OH!" He yelled in rememberance. "Acid blood." He whispered.
Sekura's eyebrows scrunched together.
Munt took his pointer finger and poked the thin line of blood, then yelled and pulled it back.
"IT FUCKIN' BURNS!" He yelled angerly, whiping it on the grass.
Sekura gasped. "Why doesn't it hurt me?"
"It's because you're used to it." He mumbled, wincing at the third degree burn on his pointer finger.
Sekura looked over at Fred, then stood up, leaping to the gate again as if nothing happened.
Munt slowly picked up the knife that was slowly burning, and quickly whiped the blood onto the grass, the grass immediately dying. Munt smirked and slid it into his bookbag.

Pinka sighed.
"I'm not going to hurt him." Pinka said, carrying Sekura.
"Your coming with me. Kim, stay with Munt." Pinka said, glaring at Munt as she jumped over the fences, trying to get to Fred to see what he was doing. She put Sekura down so she could balance on a dence.


[Brb]

Sekura looked at Munt with a pout in her expression, though let Pink take her over. Meanwhile healing her wound before she bled further.
When she was set on the ground, she paused and looked at Fred, a worried expression on her face as soon the sting of the cut began to spred accross her leg.

Munt sighed and kicked the dirt, slightly loosing his attention on Kim as he slowly walked in circles, eyeing the small patch of burnt grass.

Fred heard Sekura clearly call out his name.
He held his breath for a bit, but ran through a hedge, thorns scratching at his bare arms.
He sobbed drily and bitterly, but continued through garden after garden, sometimes getting yelled at, sometimes frowned apon.
He looked over his shoulder, eyes wide, sweating. She was gone.. Phew.
But he saw Pinka.. She was tailing him. He looked forward and ran into the middle of a main road.
He saw her stop for a few seconds, hesitating, Munt and Sekura coming into view. He didn't see the rest.
Just a loud beep, the screech of tires... And blackness.



(Looks like the ginger guy in the back. But imagine him with black hair xD)

Sekura's eyes widened, mouth slightly parting in a gasp.
"FRED!" She screamed and lept foreward, only to fall on the ground, gasping in pain.
Munt growled and jumped to the gate, eyes on Sekura, then over at Fred and Pinka. He kept his post nearby Kim, unsure what to do.

Fred opened his eyes, finding himself on the floor, alone...He blinked.
"Eurghhh... Gerrof."
He moaned, feeling like he had run head-first into a building.
It turns out the bus had continued onwards and just left him there.
Fred sat up, seeming to be unhurt. Strange..
He smirked, dizzy.
"Musta' been a magic bus."
He laughed weakily, pulling the big shard of glass out of his stomach.
He threw it to the floor, watching them all, narrowing his eyes.
"What do you all care about me? Thought you thought I was a freak. Go on then!"
He saw Sekura on the floor, and he bit at his bottom lip.
"Urrrrrgh..."

Sekura looked up and dragged herself over, a few feet away from Fred, wincing as the wound brushed through the grass, it didn't seem to have healed well.
"Are you okay?" She grunted, expression full of concern.
Munt growled under his breath too quiet for anyone to hear him, but didn't move.

Fred eyed her.
"And it's to your concern? You look more injured than me."
He smirked, eyes wild, as if there were flames dancing in them.
"I, I am completely fine. There must've been magic people on that bus. Luckily....."
He looked away from them all and faced the other side of the road, still in the middle of it.

Pinka Warily approached Fred, Jumping up agaisn't the fence, in the air at about 10ft high, and landing next to Fred, a gust of air spreading everywhere as she landed.
She looked at Sekura.
"Do you need a bandage? Stay at mine tonight." Pinka said, still eyeing Fred as she put moistoriser on the cut, and then anti-septic spray as she carefully wrapped a bandage around Sekura's Leg, accurately, still eyeing Fred incase he done another `move` Kim starting jumpimg over the fences, Pete struggling to follow Kim. Soon enough, Kim arrived ,with a panting Pete.
"I couldn't just stand there." Kim said, standing up.
Pinka couldn't handle it. Munt was just staring at Sekura. Sekura was cussing on the pavement, Pinka had walked Fred onto the pavement, who was acting alittle weird, but the bus-hit must of given him more sense. Kim was standing there, shouting at Pete who was staring at Pinka, and swearing at Kim.

Pinka covered her hands over her ears.
"I can't take this noise! I can't concentrate!" Pinka yelled over the noise.
*cricket chirp*
Everyone stopp and stared at Pinka. It was raining heavily, and yet Pinka's hair still remained curly.
"If you need me, meet me at the playground." Pinka said, sure that noone would need her anyway. She jumped the fences, and landed swiftly on the playground. She found a tube and hid through it, Kimiko running back to find the tube.

The playground was all new, as it was secondary school. A teacher was out, with a knife, hunting for the tresspasser. [The teacher didn't know it was Pinka.]

Pinka held the yells, and cusses and waving of the knife. Pinka suddenly got scared, and hid swiftly in the tube, crying to herself, quietly.

Fred blinked, left eye twitching.
"That.Was..Strange."
He slowly said, watching her run off. He hadn't heard her.
But he guessed..
Fred looked at the others.
"I gotta go.."
He quietly said to them, but he grabbed hold of Sekura's hand, much to Munt's anger and protests, and he dragged her along, leaving Kim and Pete behind.
He looked at the iron school gates and saw a teacher with a knife.
"Wait here, you...Two.."
He glared at Munt, who glared back.
"I'll be back."
He took out a knife from his jean's pocket, a bit bent but otherwise fine, and he vaulted over the gate, the teacher didn't see him, as Fred used stealth.
He smirked, creeping behind the teacher.
He took out the knife,a nd suddenly pounced, like a tiger.
The teacher had little time to yell or scream, as Fred slit it's throat.
The teacher fell a she realised it and blood ran to where Pinka hid.
He saw her, cowering, and he ran over to her, offering a hand, eyes wild.
"We have to go. NOW. Come on."

Pinka kind of shrieked, hearing a stab.
She thought that the teacher had stabbed Fred.
"..Fred??" She whispered, about to get out of the tube.
She heard foot-steps and instantly froze.
She saw Fred pull out his hand.
Pinka managed a smile, nodding at him thankfully.
She didn't take his hand, but she got out of the tube and followed him.