Logan relished in the relief he got from the eyes on him in the mirror of the bathroom down the hall. Why did it worry his so? He was going to be a surgeon anyway, wasn't this a good sign. He had the guts to try. He took what he knew and applied it to a real life situation. He should be happy, nastalgic even. Only no, he feels like he hurt someone.

Did he? What if he made it worse? Oh dear God what if I killed that girl! Then he's looking in the mirror and he's smiling. Shock smears across his actual face as he backs away from the sink. The image fades and he's looking at what's real again. Just as another voice is about to surface in the back of his mind someone walks in the room.

It's the boy with the purple van.

"Hi." Smiles James.

Logan takes a deep breath, "Hey."

"I wasn't expecting to see you did they tell you?" He asks.

Logan just looks confused.

So James explains further, "The dead showed up in my class to let me know that Jo Taylor is going to be okay. You were right to stop. She was raped. I vouched for you and they know I'm innocent. They probably do want to talk to you. That think you did with the mountain dew bottle and the unused party balloon really saved her life dude."

Logan doesn't hesitate. He throws his arms and James and holds on tight. Images of carnage; bloody hands, breaking bones, vigorous stabbing, it all fades the moment they touch. He's gifted a single moment of peace from the intrusive thoughts. A second to breath. Then he's pulling away.

"I've got to go. I really don't want to miss the discussion for my film studies class. Thank you- uh- what was your name?" Asks Logan as he adjusts himself.

The boy smiles with only the left side of his face and replies, "I'm James Diamond. That kid professor Alex Long picked for the-"

"For that big musical coming up! Oh yeah I heard about you. I also heard that some really important big leagues are going to be in the seats. Any way, thanks James. I'll see you around?" Logan begins to walk towards the door.

"I'm parked out at the east wing. Come see me before lunch, I've got some stuff in your size. I live in my van- ha- so you can't walk around like that all day." Then James is walking to one of the open stalls and Logans left with no choice but to leave so things don't get awkward.

Out in the hallway he passes Lucy Stone. Our story continues with the clicking of her chain studded black boots clicking and tapping against the hard floor on her way to the nurses office with her own problem. It's that time for her. The moon has decided she needs a cleanse. She wasn't expecting her friend for two more weeks, so she needs supplies.

As the boy drenched in blood passes her she's gifted with images in her head that make her stop as to not trip or slam into something. She stands there as a swarm of beetles seem to be swallowing her. She does not panic. Nor does she scream. The critters with all their legs and loud wings rattle along as they crawl up and down her arms. Her face is a stomping ground. She pulls in a deep breath through her nose and they vanish like flames in whisps of smoke.

Then she moves along rounding a corner to see a young girl being wheeled out through the double doors at the entrance to the main building. EMTs seem to be in a panic. One of them is straddling the patient keeping her heart beating. Sweet mary jane who is this wounded angel, thinks Lucy, she is so beautiful. The door shuts and any rays of sunlight from that other worldly creature vanish. Lucy's left alone again with illusions of terror that seem to tread these very halls. It's been quite the introduction.

"You look dangerous." A boy laughs.

Not just any boy, Logan Reese, the president of Baylor Beta. She's done her homework. A girl like her doesn't show up on campus without studying the opponents on the playing field. Second year as president and first sophomore in a century to secure the role. The others made out like it was the coolest thing ever but those who out rank him in years were angered. Now here he is in his junior year and he looks like he's holding on by the skin of his teeth. He's slipping, as boys in power often do around this age.

She would mock him but the look in his eyes tell her he's pretty close to breaking his own rules. Why does she feel like he's more of a monster to her than the rest of the student body? Why is it that right now she feels she's in danger? She's a scrappy thing. A trooper. She can take one. Then three more step out from behind a corner and she's still about two hallways away from any intelligent life. What will become of her?