>>67494353Okay.
>Be Inco.>You've been sick as a dog for the last hour and half.>God, you had expected a possible upset stomach from lunch - seriously, a high-school cafeteria does Indian food?>But this?>This had been a war crime.>You're half-dead and staggering.>You don't even register Mia's presence until she's pinned you against the wall.>"Sup skinnie?""Mia, fuck off. I have food poisoning. I'm going to the nurse. Then I'm going home. Hopefully I can make it there."
>"Wow, I kinda don't care. See -">At this point, you snap your head forward, smashing her snoot hard enough to knock her jaw shut.>She shrieks and lets go of you, blood dribbling from her mouth where she bit her tongue.>You grab her by her crest and her stupid jacket, drag her into the bathroom you just came out of, and smash her head into the sink with enough force to shatter the porcelain.>You drop her face-first into the shards.>She pushes herself to her feet, and wheezes something unintelligible.>Then she turns around.>Oh. Oh no. Oh God, no.>Blood's pouring from her opened throat, soaking her clothes. The white tank top under her jacket already almost matches the red denim.>She takes a step, and then finally realizes what's happened, one hand coming up to touch her neck.>Those ice-blue eyes go from gleaming chips of rage to wide, scared pools in a second.>She sinks to her knees, stretching a hand towards you, and then pitches forward onto the floor.