Ninja time! I started this chapter almost right after I wrote my Frankenstein/Prometheus essay! But then I had to stop to write my Frankenstein poem... That ended up being Edward Elric's voic. Heh, manga will surely save my English grade! But, for now, onward!

Gym was pointless. I mean, why run around in a circle for an hour while hitting a ball around? How would that help these pathetic, limp wimps get anything done?

But I didn't argue. At least not out loud.

The bell rang, much too late in my mind, releasing us. I quickly changed back into my normal clothing and walked into the parking lot. I'd managed to avoid the traffic of people wanting to talk to me.

The drive home was better than before. When I got home, I dashed inside quickly to avoid the rain beginning to fall. I shoved my bag and books onto my bed in my room and went back downstairs. My dad wasn't home yet, but that was to be expected. He was totally infatuated with his small town cop job.

As I searching through the kitchen for something to eat, I found a note taped to the counter.

Bella,

Renee told me you needed some new

school clothes, so here's some money to go

to Port Angeles with. Be careful,

Dad

Joy. My first shopping in America and I had to go at it solo.

I grabbed my keys again and hopped back into my truck. My father had been kind enough to draw me a map as to how to get to this Port Angeles. It was actually surprising I hadn't gotten lost on the way there.

Port Angeles wasn't nearly as big as Seattle had been the other day. It was more like what I was used to, only with out all the tall buildings and flocks of people about. Everyone seemed to be segregated. All the kids wearing black were in a group; those in bright colors were together.

Sighing, I parked in front of the place where most of the crowds were flowing in and out of. This place wouldn't be anything like my home. All the shopping was combined into one enormous building. That just… wasn't natural.

I walked in, glancing around, not completely sure what I was doing. I'd never gone shopping for this kind of clothing before. I'd only ever been fitted for ninja wear, and the occasional civilian outfit when I was to blend in. I had no earthly idea where to start.

Looking at the t-shirt, jacket, and jeans combo I was wearing, I decided to start by buying things similar to this. They seemed fairly easy to move around in, and not too conspicuous.

I wandered farther into the building, trying to follow the masses. This place was a little scary. It was like a war field with items strewn about. People were pushing and shoving and yelling to get to a store faster than the other.

Frowning, I walked into the least crowded store. Randomly, I picked some clothes out and paid for them. After I left that store, I figured now would be the best time to get some information on how a modern teenager was supposed to act. Rambling around, I watched how the kids treated each other and talked.

This was only making me angrier with my mom. These people didn't know how to act in public. Their language was dull and sloppy. If I had ever talked like that to anyone back home, I'd have two black eyes and a slip to the hospital.

I looked out a window on the second floor, and saw night had fallen. Now was as good a time as ever to leave, and get out here as fast as I could. I made my way toward the exit.

When I was within fifteen yards of the sliding doors, I felt a chill go down my back. I stiffened immediately, and glanced out of my peripheral vision. Nothing right, nothing left. I glanced over my shoulder, acting as if I was looking for someone I knew, not some stalker.

There, in the back of the massive crowd, closest to the eating area, was a tall, shady feeling man. His hair was blond and tied back. His clothes didn't stand out, just a dark jacket and regular pants. The other teenagers walked by without giving him a second glance. He was leaning against the wall, his dark eyes watching me.

I quickly turned away, shaking my head, knowing this guy was watching. Stepping up my pace a little, I walked out into the parking lot, and set my bags in my truck. The chill was still there, so I shut my door, and leaned against the bed of the truck, staring at the door.

The man walked out, glancing around and tilting his head against the wind. His eyes caught mine, and I smirked. His face twisted in confusion, and I turned my back, balancing my weight on my heels and propelling myself onto the top of my truck.

I leaped forward, running across another car's roof, and heard the soft crunch of another pair of feet hit metal. Not even needing to glance back, I jumped to another car, picking up my pace.

Ninjas are fast. And when I say fast, I don't mean, just able to outrun a track star. We could, given the right circumstances, outrun a cougar in pursuit. Ninjas had long ago mastered the art of controlling adrenaline. We could exert it anytime we wanted, making ourselves as fast and as strong as we needed. But we built our bodies up to the best they could, so we didn't have to.

And, as I'm sure I've said before, I'm the best.

The clacking of feet on the metal followed me wherever I landed. I glanced around at my surrounding, looking for anything I could use for an escape. I landed in an illuminated spot and paused momentarily, desperate. I cursed in my head. Why did people have to make things so open to where you couldn't hide easily? Honestly.

Then I caught sight of the wall. Glancing behind me again, I saw the person still hot on my trail. My muscles coiled as they decided before my brain. I was scaling this wall.

I pushed off my toes, swinging forward, and digging my fingers into the hard concrete. Now is probably a good time to mention that ninjas also have suction-like appendages. We can practically cling to anything, hang on anything, and jump from wall to wall, without so much as getting a paper cut.

I threw myself up again, grabbing the wall again, and again. Using my side views again, I saw the stalker trying the same thing, but not succeeding. Now that I was looking at him in the light, I could see that he was incredible pale, almost paper-white skinned.

Heaving myself over the edge of the roof, I glanced back down. He wasn't there anymore. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, focusing on the sounds around me. There was a small break in the air next to me. My eyes flew open, and I flipped out a kick that would shatter any normal man's ribs like glass.

I heard an exclamation of air leaving lungs, and immediately dropped into a fighting pose. Senses on high alert, I heard the guy behind me again, air rushing around a rock hard object coming toward me. I ducked down quickly and twisted my body to face him. Balling my fist, I shot my arm forward, my body following.

A loud crash resounded from the opposite edging, and I took a moment to survey. The man was laying, sprawled out across the heating ducts, staring at me with wide eyes. Even though I'd just cleared his chest of air, he wasn't breathing heavy at all. His face was perfectly intact from where I punched him, no sign of bruising at all.

What in the world?

I didn't have time to contemplate at all as he rushed back on me. His fist came hurtling toward me, and instinct bent my back and away. The other hand came toward me again, so I completely leaned back, touching my hands to the roof, and flipping over.

Now there was some distance between us. A low rumbling sound filled my ears. A growl? Was he growling? No one growled in a fight. At least no one I knew.

He quickly closed the distance, almost moving too fast for me to see. I adjusted my body to face him sideways, dodging all the wild blows he was throwing. This guy was fast and strong, no doubt, but he was blind with rage.

One swiftly dealt punch to his throat had him gasping lightly, not completely out, and another to his stomach brought him to his knees. I shot the flat of my foot out, catching him across the face and sent him flying. He hit the edging again, and I rushed him, grabbing his jacket collar, and threw him over the edge.

I watched as he hit the ground, a small crack coming across his face where I'd hit him with my foot. He glared up at me, and I saw he was being surround by two more people.

"You wait, Isabella Swan. I will kill you. I will find you, and you will fall to my hand." He muttered, barely loud enough for a normal human to hear with their ear pressed to his mouth.

I let a smirk cross my face and folded my arms. "Come, then. Let us fight to the death. We ninja are a tough breed to kill." I settled my voice in a steady, calm, almost hypnotic tone. "You will die trying to lay a hand on me."

And I turned away. I leaped over the edge I'd crawled over, and hit the ground without a sound. My legs bent, absorbing the shock, and I shook my head.

I was seriously beginning to miss home.

Alright! I got to finish this right after school. Er, right after I went out and bought the new Vampire Academy book. I'm so excited and sad it's ending! BooO!

Anyway, I am in a writing predicament. I can't decide on how I want Bella to be put in danger at school. I've thought a little about Tyler's van, and Edward trying to save her, but finding she doesn't need it. But I don't like the thought of following so many others and the book. What do you think? I'm open to most ideas.

KK, well, that's all... I think. Oh yeah, there was something else... Nope, forgot. Carry on with your lives. Hehe