Something was terribly, terribly wrong.
I mean, we weren't in the middle of a ghost attack, Mr. Lancer didn't set any homework for once, Dash and his cronies were out of sight, and as far as I knew, everything was operating smoothly.
But I felt it. A terrible feeling of unease so powerful it made me want to hurl. My mouth was dry and my tongue felt like lead against my teeth. My eyes watered and my head span.
"Hey Danny!" Tucker's voice sounds from beside me. "Tell her that she's wrong! Steak is way healthier than her veggie garbage." Tucker stuffs another piece of steak into his mouth.
Sam rolls her eyes from across the lunch table. "It wasn't all that healthy for the poor animal, now was it?"
"Don't get me involved, both seem fine to me," I croak out with my head buried between my hands. Both of my friends look at me concerned.
I don't understand. Maybe I'm getting sick? My temperature is quite high…
"Hey Fenturd! I failed my math test today! Guess who is going to pay for that twerp!" Dash shouts from across the cafeteria and saunters towards me with his goons on either side of him. My blood boils in anger, really? Now of all times? When I already feel as irritable as a grizzly bear and have about half the patience of one. Sam and Tucker look warily at each other.
"What do you want Dash?" I question without looking away from my untouched lunch. The jock hesitates for a moment, unused to me talking back.
Sam leans closer and mutters under her breath, "Just ignore him Danny, he's not worth it."
My eyes flash an angry ecto-green and I hiss back at her. "I'm just sick and tired of him beating me up for something I didn't do! When is it ever going to stop?"
Sam doesn't have a chance to reply before Dash grabs the back of my shirt and hauls me out of my seat. I think quickly and grab the blond teen's arm as he lifts me and use it for leverage to swing my legs around and flip over his shoulders. Now at the jock's back and still holding onto his arm, I grab ahold of his shoulder and push his elbow in. His arm breaks with a horrible cracking sound and with an even more horrible screech from the blond himself.
The sound echoes in the cafeteria as the students gathered in the now silent room. My mind clears of any aggression immediately and revulsion now takes its' place. What have I done? This… this isn't like me. I don't even look back at Sam and Tucker before I start running. As soon as I'm in an empty hallway, I transform. I shoot up through the roof and angle myself in the direction of home. Revulsion fills me again. I just seriously injured someone and the worst part is… I don't even feel bad about it.