Mortal
Heather underestimated me, and now she gets to see what I'm made of.
I crack my knuckles, pleasure at what's to come tickling the back of my brain. One punch and she's done for. One punch and--
"Oh my God." I drop my hand.
What was I about to do? Was I really trying to... to kill her?
Scrambling off Heather, I stare at my hands. What just happened? How did I even do those things? I don't know the first thing about fighting!
Heather shakes and crawls backwards, trying to get away from me. She doesn't need to, though. They pushed me into the river, tried to make me walk into school naked, but I'm the monster.
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