Chapter 1: she is found.
A small, pale hand rose toward the ceiling, unique brown eyes, almost black, searched the room and staring at the shocked faces of other students. A couple of those shocked faces turned toward each other, a scared and worried glance shared a secret message of preparation for anything.
The teacher, who was sitting at his desk working on a paper to the board of education, lifted his head and scanned the room. His light blue eyes spotting the hand of the brave soul, the girl with brown hair and black streaks. The man nodded to the girl and she lowered her hand to rest on her desk, next to her binder. Her small pale lips opened, only to pause on the question that everyone feared and dreaded.
Taking a slow calming breath, the girl, Monique Anzai, raised her question to attention. "Mr. Rector, why do you look at us as if we are scum? Why do you glare at us, and hate us so?" The two students that had shared a glance at each other, looked at the other again, and nodded slightly. Something was now put into plan. The boy leaned forward in his chair, closer to where Monique sat, while the girl reached into a purse and grasped a small cell phone. She pulled out the phone and held it in her lap, hidden from view with her tanned hands.
The teacher, now identified as a Mr. Rector, stood up from his seat and casually walked over to Monique's desk. Her desk was in the last row, farthest from the door and the last in her row. Mr. Rector picked up Monique's binder and leafed through it, flipping through the pages softly before closing the binder again. He gazed harshly at the girl before addressing her, "Ms. Anzai, you are an impeccable student." His gaze turned slightly softer as he looked to the binder with his small rectangular glasses, on the ridge of his fine nose, he turned back to her and glared haughtily. "But, you are a child, and naïve at that. You must learn your place, girl." He spat the last word as if it were poison. He gripped the binder tightly and turned it vertically. The boy was now on the very edge of his seat, only a hair's length away from launching himself out of it.
The teacher shifted his grip to the bottom edges of the binder and lifted it into the air. Monique's eyes widened and the girl who gripped the cell phone began to dial, fasyly and silently. Mr. Rector swung the binder towards Monique's face, then…
CRACK.
The noise was sickening to those who heard, the binder had slammed into the side of Monique's face and threw he out of her chair and into the heater, three feet from her desk. Her right shoulder and back smashed into the system, denting it, and she slumped to the ground in a heap. The boy shot from his seat and grabbed Monique by the shoulders, being careful of her tender right shoulder. He ran from the room with the other girlwho was whispering into the phone. "yes, she got hurt but we decided that she's going back to them today…yes…make the preparations I don't care but she needs to go back now…fine, we'll do that just make sure everything's ready." The girl turned to her companion, "Toru, its time. He will be waiting for her at the bridge." The boy, Toru, nodded as they burst through the school entrance doors and disappeared. "Hai, it is, Jouka."
Meanwhile at the classroom, the teacher and students gaped at the sudden disappearance of Anzai, Monique and the sibling's of the class. Yosoke, Toru and Yosoke, Jouka.
