[i]"Danny! Please! Wake up! Wake up!" Mirabella cried over her friend and new found lover as he layed on the floor, staring blankly up at her with frightening grey eyes. She took his [url=http://www.christiandevotions.us/uploaded_images/broken-glasses-749950.jpg]glasses[/url], one of the lenses cracked, off his face, checking his head, and screaming a terrified shriek when she touched his head where the bucket had hit. They had killed him. The only person who ever understood her, who had tried to help her, who had loved her, was gone. She clutched his glasses in her hand and the blood soaked girl stood up, her angry and piercing blue eyes glowing ever so slightly as they fell upon the crowd. The sweet, shy, awkward little Mira was gone in that moment. The old Mira was not conscious, nor aware of what was going on.This was someone completely different.The lights above her cracked and exploded over everyone, making them scream. 

They had reasons to scream yes, because they would soon loose their lives. Every single one of those unforgivable scum would soon be begging for mercy, just as she had so many times. But, just as mercy was never shown to neither she or Danny, she would not show it to them. She killed them all. Some were held down mentally to the floor while their classmates trampled over them in attempt to get to the locked doors, while others were crushed between the bleachers trying to escape. Some where caught on fire. Some were thrown against walls and tables. Once the more disposable ones(over one hundred students) were out of the way, she moved onto the few whom had caused her and Danny the most pain through out their years. A group of just twenty people. She took her time with these. The ones who had just been the lackeys she mentally choked until they fell to the floor lifeless. The leaders though, oh she had fun with them. She levitated broken shards of glass and slowly cut them, every inch of their skin, and when she grew tired of ones screams, she would slit their throat and move on to the next one. 

The very last one trembled there. This was the most hated one. A pretty little bitch who had made her life miserable. The one who had taken the video of her and laughed, only to later post it on the internet for everyone to see.The one who had planned the prank that had killed her beloved Danny. This girl had ruined her life. The girl looked up at her, begging her for her life to be spared, "Mirabella! Y-you don't want to do this! You'll regret this! All of this! For the rest of your life!"

[b]"And what about Danny's life? WHAT ABOUT HIS LIFE!? YOU THINK HE'LL REGRET THIS?!"[/b] Mira's face suddenly grew darker as she stood over the girl,[b] "Oh yes, that's right. He won't have a chance to. Because you killed him." [/b]With a snarl she swiped her hand through the air and a sickening crack sounded as the girls neck was broken. With her last victim out of the way, Mira left. She ran home. She found her mother had broken out of the closet, and unable to find her, went to wash the horrid blood from her skin. She filled the tub and stripped down, slipping in. The blood filled her tub and looking down at her arms, still wet with the blood that had not only been poured over her, but the blood of the people she had killed, the emotional and scarred Mira suddenly snapped back into place and she began screaming. She scrubbed her skin as hard as she could, hysterical and as soon as she had all the blood off of her skin, she quickly got out and let the blood filled water drain away. 

She got dressed into one of her simple dresses her mother always made her wear, refusing to let the girl wear those 'unholy' things called jeans and t-shirts. She made her way out of her bathroom, to see her mother standing down the hall. Tears filled Mira's eyes and she sobbed, "Momma." She ran forward, hugging the woman, seeking comfort. 

Her mother soothingly stroked her hair and spoke, "I told you little girl. I told you they would hurt you if you went. But its all over now. Here sweety, lets pray. That will make it all better. Her mom smiled so sweetly at her and Mira did her best to smile back as the two got on their knees and she hugged her mother as the older woman began the prayer, "Dear Lord, that art in Heaven, hollowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done." Mira gasped as she felt a sudden pain in her back as her mother stabbed a knife into her back. She screamed and pushed her mother from her, going to crawl away, only to fall down the stairs. He mother quickly ran down the stairs and soon the two were struggling with one another. Mira was stabbed twice more before she finally gave in, laying there, ready to take the dying blow. But her mother didn't kill her just yet.

The woman apparently planned to drag it out, as well as get rid of the evidence. Mira was tied up and literally dragged out the door, into her mother's car. It was at the bridge that her mother untied the close to dead Mira and stripped her of her clothing and jewelry, saying they were all unholy now that they had touched her body, and with the clothes and jewelry nestled into her right arm, the woman lifted her daughter up in the other arm before she showed the poor girl over the edge of the railing and in the motion, a necklace, simple to the eye but holding so much meaning, fell from the crook on her arm and plopped into water before the ripples left behind from Mira's fall had even settled and it flowed down the river, carrying with it it's owner's soul.[/i] 

Mira's eyes snapped open and she found herself, strangely, standing up on the bank of the river, looking around confused as the rain poured around her. How had she ended up here? Had someone seen her mother throw her into the river and gotten her out, or had she somehow without realizing it ragged herself out of the water. If so, neither of those explained why she was just standing there instead of laying in the mud. She slowly took a few steps, sudden;y realizing something was very wrong. Her bare feet didn't sink into the mud. They could barely sense the feeling of the mud very lightly, but the mud didn't touch her. She lifted her foot to find it perfectly clean as it had been when she had stepped out of the bath just that evening(or so she thought it was that evening). This was a strange occurrence. Perhaps her powers were acting up in some strange new way?

Her pale blue eyes searched about and in the distance, spotted a figure. She slowly and cautiously moved forward, an unsure and untrusting, yet slightly fearful look on her face, wondering if this person might possible be out looking for her as the possible killer of the whole senior class. Surely there might be guesses it would be her, or that she had at least been involved, even though no witnesses survived her attack. But to have them out looking for the killer instead of cleaning up and identifying bodies, well that was something she hadn't been expecting. She approached the person even closer, to see it was a sixteen year old boy. She paused, the same confused and fearful look on her face, "Who are you? Are you the one who pulled me out of the river?"