Rachel was racing to her next class. The five foot five, red headed female cursed her art history professor every step of the way for taking extra time on the lecture. Now she was going to be late for her environmental issues class, which was on the other side of the campus, and they had their final today. Her sharp green eyes glared as she saw a massive group of people starting to crowd the walkway. Taking a sharp right she went off the beaten path between the two dorm buildings. It was a very tight space but she was able to barely squeeze through, but just as she reached the end something fell in the path right behind her with a loud 'Thwump!'. Turning around her eyes widened as she let out an ear piercing scream drawing the masses attention. Laying where she was once walking was now a man, a cut up, bleeding, dead man. Her eyes darted up to the top of the building to see a tall figure standing in the sun light; with a gleam off the weapon in his hand. When she blinked the tall figure was gone.

The rest was like a blur; Rachel was sitting in a chair that was provided for her. The police officers requested that she sit there because that they needed her later. Someone brought her coffee and she remembered calling Professor Eric to tell him why she wasn't at class today. Luckily for Rachel he was the most understanding professors and told her she could make it up after the weekend. After some time of sitting a male officer finally approached her, squatting in front of her.

"Ms. Farther, could you please tell us what exactly happened from your view." Sighing Rachel held her coffee in front of her as she looked down at it, as the officer stood up taking out a note pad.

"I was taking a short cut through there around the crowd. I was late for class and just as I stumbled out I heard a whoosh and a thump. When I turned around there was that …dead man on the ground. I screamed in shock. I looked up to see where he had come from and I saw something. A man I think, bout 5' 11", and he had a sword, katana; I think. That's it."

The officer wrote everything down as Rachel was speaking. Once he was done he put the note pad away then put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Is there anyone we can call to come and pick you up?" Rachel just shook her head and stood up grabbing her back pack.

"I can walk home, I need to. Am I free to go?" The officer dropped his hand and nodded, he watched her as she left the campus.

Rachel reached her apartment that was a block from the campus and trudged up the stairs not being able to get her mind off the body. Who was that man and why on earth was he killed on a college campus. Unlocking the front door it suddenly flew and she was attacked with a hug so sight she should hardly breath. Automatically she know it was her best friend and roommate Tyler. He was a half a foot taller than her, with black hair, brown eyes, a bright green t-shirt that said "Live, Laugh, and F-Off.", and his skinny jeans on. It actually looked good on him since he looked more feminine than masculine.

"Oh my God Rach, honey, I heard what happened. Are you okay? I didn't touch you did it?" Came a frothy, fluffy male voice from her attacker. Rachel gave a slight gasp at the lack of oxygen. Rachel should have expected her gay roommate to hear about every little thing on campus. Tyler seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere.

"I'd do better with air, Ty." She wheezed out emphasizing her point. The skinny male released her but still kept his hands on her shoulders, looking at her with genuine concern in his brown eyes. Once Rachel regained her breath he asked her again.

"Are you okay?" Rachel waved it off throwing her backpack in the corner and was heading to the kitchen.

"I'm fine Ty. It was just a big shock that's all. I spoke to the police and they'll catch the asshole that did that." Rachel reached into the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of rum pouring herself a glass. Tyler shook his head and gave a short laugh.

"You were always one tough cookie, hun. I can't understand how you can look at the chaos in the world and tell it to fuck off like that. Hey pour me a mojito, I feel like getting buzzed tonight."

Rachel laughed and grabbed the bottle after pulling her hair up into a pony tail.

"Practice is all I can say, my dear. With our pasts I believe can get though anything." She held out the drink to her friend who took it happily. Then she picked up her own glass and headed out to the living room sitting on the couch with her feet tucked under with her skirt hiding her feet. While Tyler was picking out the movie for the night, normally Rachel would object to one of his girly flicks but she just didn't care today. But when Tyler turned around he held the first of the Indiana Jones movies. She loved her friend for this, he knew what she needed to be cheered up and relax. For the rest of the night they we talking, enjoying the world of action and adventure, and ending up getting rather intoxicated

The next morning the sun shone through the heavy blinds casting its brightness on the body that was tangled within the sheets. A slight moan escaped from the mass as it started to move. Rachel slowly sat up as she held her head with another groan. Stumbling out of bed she bumped into the dresser then finally made her way to the door. Her head pounding at every little sight and sound produced.

"I should know…. better than to let Ty mix drinks"

Making it to the kitchen she went to the coffee pot turning it on before grabbing the Advil. As she waited for the medicine to take effect her head was on the counter, wincing as there was a loud crash from the room down the hall, and knew that Tyler was up. About five minutes later he finally emerged, looking like he just got into a fight with a hair dryer. A 'Umph' Came from him as he passed her towards the Advil. All she did was grunt back to him before lifting her head.

"I fucking blame you for our condition." She groaned as she got up and poured him and herself a cup of the black liquid. She held it out to him and he took it quickly before heading to the mail slot where the mail had just slid through. He picked up the stack and sat at the counter with Rachel, tossing some of it at the center.

"Bills, campus bills, junk, mine, mine, yours, mine." He flung the envelope at her. Rachel groaned as she picked it up and opened it. There were a few minutes of silence as they were reading the mail when Rachel's eyes grew wide and faded into delight.

"Yes!"

She jumped up and raced to her room, it seemed as though her headache had vanished as she slid to her lap top on her desk. Tyler soon followed her and stood in the door way watching her for a moment typing away quickly.

"Mind filling me in at how you are suddenly cured?"

"Do you remember the application I sent in to the NYC Summer School of Performing Arts? Well that was the acceptance letter; I made it in to their dance program."She stopped and turned around with a very serious face. The two stared at each other for a moment or two. A huge smile broke out He ran over quickly and almost knocked over the rolling chair that she was sitting in.

"Oh my God honey!!! This is wonderful! Someone finally sees your talent and wants you to shine!"

"It's only summer school for the performing arts, dear. But I do have some bad news." Rachel's face fell as Tyler pulled back slightly with a concerned look on his face.

"The letter clearly stated, and I quote, "Dear Ms. Farther and Mr. Marker, We are pleased to inform you that we have received your application and wish to say that we would be pleased to have you both." Her smile returned and was bigger than ever. The skinny male started to jump around squealing in delight. Rachel just sat back and laughed at her best friend.

"Okay my male teeny bopper. We need to start getting things together. Cause we have to leave here by the end of this term."

"We're gonna transfer to New York City?" Tyler squeaked out in excitement.

"We're gonna transfer to New York City."