Faith glared at the girl in front of her and the girl stared back with equal loathing. The bags under the girl's eyes were carefully disguised with black eye shadow, adding more to the haunted look on her face. Her chocolate brown hair hung around her shoulders in a cascade of waves, framing her pale face. Faith's eyes focused on the stain of dried blood on the girl's blue tanktop. Suddenly, her face became contorted with rage and so did the girl's. Her fist flew up with amazing speed and she swung it at the girl who had also raised her fist. Their knuckles connected and the sound of shattering glass whipped through the empty women's restroom. What was left of the mirror were shards of glass and droplets of fresh blood. Faith walked quickly out of the restroom of the nightclub, ignoring the blood dripping from her fist leaving a trail on the tiled floor.