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Papers were scattered across the floor, every desk and chair was thrown against the door. Scratch marks trailed the wall. Dust floated around the small classroom and footprints laid in the dust.
I stood in the corner with everyone else, My grey hair flowed in the wind coming from the smashed window. Sharp specks of glass pierced my bare feet as I walked to the window, I didn’t seem to notice or maybe I didn’t care. I looked out the window and saw a storm, not just any storm a red fiery storm. It looked like it was ready to kill. The Doorknob slowly turned until it stopped, it was locked. we waited a moment, Everything was calm . Then the door rattled like never before, we could hear the cry of the beast. He was hurt. His claws dragged along …show more content…

“Please I’m only following orders.” the man who asked me questions walked in and clapped slowly. I turned my head to look at him, he had an evil grin that made me want to slap it right off of him. “Oh Max so young, so… Stupid. Never turn your head away from a trained professional.” I slowly turned my head to see a gun pointed right at me, my heart stopped and I slowly removed my hand from his neck. His hands were shaking like he didn’t want to hurt me. I grabbed his arm and pushed it up right as he would have killed me. The shoot made a hole in the ceiling and I twisted his arm the wrong way. He seemed to be in no harm the only way I could tell was from his eyes. I walked towards the other man and as every time my foot hit the white carpet I remembered more. “I’ll make sure you never test on anyone ever again. Angel didn’t deserve that.” I said, walking towards him. He grabbed me with his cold hands by the arm and threw me in the wall everything hurt, I got up and wiped the blood off my arm blood still gushed from the spot and the white carpet was stained with the blood as it dripped. I stood up and punched him in the face with all the power I could hold at once and he fell back smashing through three walls. Some people were in the rooms, the looked at me through the small hole in the wall with an amazed expression on their faces and one of them spilled their coffee on someone's head but he was so shocked he didn’t notice. Then they looked at the knocked out man and at each other, no one dared move. I slowly backed up to the window. Someone sounded the alarm, yet still no one even flinched. They were afraid. I was powerful, they were afraid of me. still backing up to the window I grabbed a tool I found on the table. Everyone broke out laughing. I looked closer and it was a toothbrush, wow good job max I thought in my head, I smashed the window and it left my fist bloody,

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