She had her eyes closed with and expressionless face; she was meditating.
"Yo, freakazoid!" a male's voice called to her, making her eyes snap open as her revere broke in two. She glared toward the source with utterly loathsome eyes as the owner walked up, a smirk on his face. Two others were behind him; his cronies.
Izzy swung her torso up, taking hold of the handle bar and skillfully leaping off it, landing softly on the mulch covered ground. She turned to him, sticking her hands in her pockets. Her fingers wound tightly around the hilt of the kitchen knife Michael had given to her for defense and protection, thankfully having it small enough as to not have the sharpened edges of the blade tear through the denim material.
"What?" she asked venomously, scowling feircly at him and his friends. "I HAPPENED to be doing something when you RUDELY interupted, Tony."
Tony just grinned wider, his many freckles showing clearly on his tanned skin. "Oh c'mon, don't be so mean."
"I can be mean all I want!" Izzy snapped with a harsh glare, hatting him dearly. "What. Do you want?" she repeated vehemently.
Tony's grin didn't falter, and his cronies cackled. "I just wanted ta know whatchu were goin' as fer Halloween," he stated with a shrug escaping his shoulders.
Izzy rolled her eyes, mumbling, "Mmhmm."
"I bet she's gunna be a hooker, haha!" the red haired cronie laughed, clutching his stomach and pointing.
"No way! She's going as a lonny bin patient freak, you dolt!" the dark haired said joyfully, high fiving the other.
Izzy growled with clenched teeth, "I'm not going out for Halloween, you morons!" she told them in a chilling tone. "I'm helping my friend with something!"
"And who's yer friend?" Tony questioned cockily. "Oh- right- you have none!" Then the trio burst into an explosion of laughter.
Izzy snarled furiously, and whipped out her knife, swinging it at Tony's face with every ounce of strength she had. It collided with the skin and brought multiple waves of blood streaming like a dark waterfall down his face, staining his clothes and the green grass he was standing on.
He screamed and clutched the peeling, bleeding skin feebley, collapsing to the ground. The other two looked to her, aghast, mouths agape and eyes wide in utmost terror.
Izzy lifted her knife, studying it as a girl would her nails with half interest at Tony's blood now smeared on the blade. She looked up to them, eyes gleaming and glinting in revenge.
A wretched, evil, twisted smirk played at the corners of her lips in a devilish way. "Who's next?"
