Prologue
"Which one is she?" asked a petite, blonde teacher, who was staring out the principal's office window.
"That is her over there" he said and gave a small gesture to the left, not looking up from his paper work.
A young girl of around sixteen was sitting on the school's retaining wall, reading what appeared to be a graphic novel. Her long, black hair draped over her shoulder and reached to about her waist. She looked up slightly, staring at the principal's window and the teacher looking out of it. Her hazel eyes glinted in the sunlight, while she put her book down beside her and then returned her gaze back to the window. The teacher stepped away from the window, for a moment and said
"She looks like a normal girl, how can she be" The teacher was cut off by the principals commanding voice,
"Are you…questioning me, Miss Demarcus?"
"N-No Mr. Martin" she stammered slightly and glanced out the window for a moment "She doesn't seem…'insane' at all."
"The police told me to keep an eye on her, while she attends this boarding school" said the principal, getting up from his chair, to join Miss Demarcus at the window. "She doesn't really stick out, does she? Just kind of, I don't really know, she blends in?" Miss Demarcus nodded her head slightly, as she saw the girl pick up her book and appeared to have started reading again.
"Why? How dangerous can she be?"
"Very…"
"How much damage can one small girl cause?" asked Miss Demarcus, who started to not believe the principal and what he was saying. Mr. Martin just sighed and walked over to his desk and opened the center drawer. Out of the drawer, he pulled out an old newspaper clipping and handed it to Miss Demarcus. The header said in bold printed lettering "Local Sherwin family found murdered" She just stared, puzzled from the principal, to the clipping and then back to the principal.
"She murdered her entire family, out of frustration from being abused by her step-father," said Mr. Martin, in a low voice with narrowed eyes.
"How Can? But? What if?" Miss Demarcus couldn't get out any of her questions; they just came out in a jumbled mess.
"What's stranger still," began Mr. Martin, "Is this small section…" He walked over and pointed to a few lines, in the in one of the paragraphs of the article. It read: '…death was caused by loss of blood, due to stab wounds in vital regions. The only survivor and main suspect was thirteen year old Artemis Crayhee, Mrs. Kayla Crayhee's only daughter. The suspect was found in the small den, covered head to toe in blood, muttering things to herself. Mrs. Crayhee's body was also found in that room hanging from an extension cord, by her feet, with the other end tied off to the chandelier. Blood still' Miss Demarcus's jaw dropped, as she couldn't continue to read the section. The clipping dropped from her hand, as she stared shocked and dumbfounded at Mr. Martin. He just nodded his head, as if he just answered the easiest question in the world.
"They think she did it with a sharp instrument, a knife…I don't know, I'm just not getting a good vibe from that girl…I think she did it by hand" he said, staring out the window, looking down at her. She had finished the book she was reading and had now moved onto a new one, this time she had headphones on and was nodding her head to the rhythm of the song.
"How could she have done it by hand?" asked Miss Demarcus, who had finally found her voice, surprised to hear the accusation-like tone in her voice.
"Well, maybe not by hand…I think.." he began but cut himself short "It's a ridiculous idea"
"Try me."
"I think she's a…Kitsune" he stated calmly, knowing his reaction to that was not going to be pretty.
"A what?!?" exclaimed Miss Demarcus, definitely not believing what she was hearing.
"You heard me…I think she's a Kitsune"