I walked down the halls of the school, people left and right of me, making a path for the "cursed one". They didn't want to touch me. My right eye was neon blue, and my left eye was patched up with some gauze bandages. I didn't remember what color it was. My friends say it was red.
My eyes flicker with energy, and the left eye stings with a power I'm used to by now. But something about this morning seems different. There was a girl, new girl, being picked on by The Populars. I scowl, and from the corner of my right eye I can see some people's faces turn from scared to worried or horrified. I smile to myself and charge to the leader. From here, I know she was saying "STUPID FUCKING HOMOSEXUAL FAGGOT!". As I ran to her, I tore off my bandage, and I felt the coolness of the familiar inky black coating my skin. The pearly white surface covered my red/golden eye, and the black covered my right side of my face. The electricity sparked violently. From my mind, I pulled my dagger, and it materialized into my hands, pure gold. I raised it and swooped the young girl into my arms as I stabbed Victoria, the leader of the Bitches of Honeytree High, in the heart. The girl's eyes widened as she gasped. I set her down, I had no idea I was floating. As I started to let go, she hugged me. My eyes widened. After what seemed like an eternity, I hugged her back.
"Thank you..." she breathed. I smiled softly. Truth was, I was bisexual, yet I was picked on. Funny, people don't have the guts to even honor a "half-decent" person. Only straight people were perfect here. But that was the invisible law that laid on America, and in other areas of the world. I sighed.
"What's your name?" she asked. Curious one, was she? Good. I was curious, as well. Normals were scared of me. Did she have a legacy? A curse of gift? I decided to put finding out more about her as my top priority.
"I am a young woman who goes by many differernt names, what's it to you?"
"I would make up a name, but I can't think of one that would flatter you."
"And so?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"So just call me Beyond. My friends call me Tabby, consider yourself as such. It's an honor to be a friend to the one who is friendless. I shall show you around this hell-hole after I get rid of the body." I turned to look at the students.
"And to you all...GO AWAY!"
As the words left my mouth, they fled to their classes.
I lifted the body of Victoria Evans into the kitchen garbage disposal. Now, the strange thing about Honeytree High was that it was a boarding school. Yet the teachers were unprofessional, still, as they would always remain. There had just been a murder, yet they cared little to not at all. That is why I used a twisted way of speaking. I was the leader of the Legacies, a group of teenagers whom had powers given to them through a special type of cancer. But, the defect was, only young kids and teenagers lived, and it was so rare, that only 14 children so far had it. It also left scars. I wondered what her scar looked like. Only other legacies didn't freak out when they saw another member. I was for certain she was one of us.