Wednesday morning.

School.

Can I shoot myself?

No... no, that wouldn't be good. Self murder is not the answer to my current problem. Plus, my gun is at home. In a locked drawer. In my desk. I can't get to it right now.

Wait, why am I thinking about that again? Urgh, stupid mind.

As I walk to class, I'm 82% sure someone's watching me. The other 18% said I'm just being paranoid. Though, with the amount of enemies I have, I wouldn't be surprised if someone were watching me. Getting someone to stalk a professional stalker. Amateurs.

I walk into the building, I abruptly turned down a hallway. Walked into one of the girl's restrooms. I could hear fast, quiet footsteps walk passed the room. Chuckling, I walk out of the room, and continued back from where I came.

In my homeroom, I read an article in the morning paper, about a possible new serial killer. Seven men, thirteen women. All had their eyes gouged out. Their liver removed. Hair cut to a short buzz cut. And proverbs from the bible carved into their backs. All found in the front pew of a church.

Interesting. Continuing to read, I learn of what the author of this article thinks of these murders. He's such a wuss.

POV: Ciel

I see Red sitting at her desk, reading today's paper. She's smiling at the newspaper, probably an amusing story. Continuing my new novel, I kept looking towards the white haired girl to my left. There definitely is something off about her. Just what exactly.

According to Sebastian, she's most likely part demon. There's definitely a humanness about her. Along with an unknown aura. Angel, maybe? Or Grim Reaper? Possibly something we've never encountered before. This is frustrating.

Once class finished for the day, I found myself wondering why Red keeps looking over her shoulder. Is she watching for someone? Is someone following her? Why do I care so much?!

Looking up, I see a tall figure following Red. She seems to take notice of the figure, too. For she faintly cursed before starting to run.

POV: Red

Looking over my shoulder for the upteenth when I notice someone following me. Tall, female, blonde hair. Shit.

"Shit!" I exclaim under my breath. At that, I start to run.

Weaving my way through the crowd, I quickly make it to a decently populated area. Sighing, I lean against the wall of some clothing store. Checking the street name, I start to walk towards my work.

Once there, I change into my spare uniform (that I keep in my locker in the back) and head into the kitchen.

When I finish cleaning up, I say my goodbyes before leaving. Walking the deserted streets, it feels like someone is watching me. Now, at this time of night, it could be any number of things. Speaking for the fact that I'm a thirteen year old girl in some elite private school uniform. Walking alone. At eleven thirty at night.

As I near the less friendly neighborhoods, all life seems to have stopped. No people on the streets. No lights other than the few street lights. Not a sound. Really, my footsteps are echoing!

Once I get back to my apartment, I charge my phone, and check my mail. A ton of junk-mail, a few bills, my grades, some other stuff. Nothing really important.

POV: ?

"Subject 0152 eluded capture. Tracking device not set." A blonde woman says discreetly into the transceiver in the cuff of her sleeve.

"Alright, wait till morning. Try approaching the target. Do not give it reason to attack." A voice said into the woman's ear piece.

"Affirmative."