Piedmon watched the window carefully. He could make out the figure of the
young girl moving about in the room. It was dark now, and he would wait
till the lights in the apartment window went out before he entered the
room. He wanted to make sure that he didn't make any mistakes this time.
~
Alexandra sat down on the bed. She was so tired, but couldn't sleep. She was sore all over. He legs and muscles hurt from the race, but she was used to those feelings. He side ached more then anything; she could barely breathe without feeling the pain. She carefully removed her shirt to change into her bedclothes. She inspected the large bruise covering the right side of her stomach and going all the way up to her ribs. The bruise was dark purple, but she pretended it was fine, although she knew she should see a doctor and her parents didn't even know she was hurt.
Like they would even care.she thought.
Ever since she could remember, she had lived with her adopted parents. They had been unable to have children and her parents had died in a car crash when she was two. So it was that, with no other family, her father's business partner and wife adopted her. When Alex had been nine, her adopted mother became pregnant by what the doctors called a miracle. After her so- called brother was born, they slowly forgot about her. As time moved on, she became just a person who lived with them. All they seemed to care about was Mike.
She could hear her family saying goodnight in the next room. The three of then would sit in toddler Mike's room; her father would read a story to him while her mother tucked him into bed. She listened carefully, hearing the parents walk into their room, calling out good night to their son again, then closing their door.
"Goodnight." she whispered in disgust.
She remembered the day she had realized she had been forgotten. When she was in grade school, things were so fun; she was starting to make friends and become good at sports, among other things. One day when she was ten, she had just finished her last race of the year, winning a silver medal. She had been so proud; it had looked so good hanging around her neck. She had insisted on waiting for her adopted parents to come and get her like they always did, instead of getting a ride with one of her friends. She waited and waited. Even when it started to rain violently she waited; as the storm got worse, she finally decided to walk home. She was soaked and freezing in the cold rain, and after the long walk, when she finally had arrived home, she was alone. Her parents and brother had all gone to their grandmother's house for the weekend without telling her. She had sat down in her the corner of her room, holding herself, her cat Sam in her arms. She remembered crying as the flashes of lightning flickered in the window and cast scary shapes on the walls. The power went out and she had dashed under her bed in fear, holding her pet tightly. She stayed there, not coming out for two days. When the group had finally returned, she ran out into the hall. She had expected a hug, an apology, something that would make everything all right again. Nothing. They just walked past her like she wasn't even there.
Everything felt so different then. For the first few months after, she had done everything she could think of to get them to notice her. She tried dropping her grades; after that she tried raising them. She tried to win in everything she did, resulting in a large collection of meaningless awards and medals, which she later shoved in a box and hid under her bed, not wanting to look at them. She tried to quit sports and everything else to spend more time at home; she tried getting sick, even hurting herself. Nothing seemed to matter.
She would have lost it completely if it wasn't for her sports. In anger and frustration, she began to run in track, take kickboxing, karate, fencing, skating, and gymnastics, resulting in keeping her fit, healthy, and always tired. It was perfect. She had been able to fill every day with something, so by the time she came home it was so late and she was so tired, she could just collapse.
Unfortunately, tonight was different; instead of being able to sleep, she was wide awake. She couldn't really understand what had happened after the race. That man had kicked her, then suddenly she had felt herself flying in the cold pool water and no matter how hard she struggled she felt like a giant hand was holding her down in the water. She had thought she was going to die. Then it stopped, and as she pulled herself out of the water one of her classmates had dragged her through the girls' looker room and out the doors of the school, then into a bush. She had seemed really worried and had told her to stay put, but as soon as the girl left to go back into the school, she had run all the way home. She had sat quietly in her room all night, trying to make sense of things.
She walked across the room and flicked off the light, then crawled into bed. She lied awake, staring at the ceiling, just thinking. She felt little paws walking along the bed. The warm fur tickled her cheeks as her best friend nuzzled in next to her. She had started to doze off when she heard a thump in her room. She jumped awake and looked carefully around the dark room; other then her window being open, everything looked fine.
"I thought I closed that." she murmured, getting up, walking over to the window, and closing it again. As she closed the window, she heard something behind her She spun around. Nothing.
Now she was spooked; she could feel the presence of something in the room with her. She dashed to the light switch and flicked it on. To her surprise, nothing happened. She fiddled with the switch frantically. Nothing happened, but she could hear something moving. A shadow of a man caught her eye. She slowly walked back towards her bed, letting her fingers drift over her trench coat hanging on her desk chair. Without warning, she quickly grabbed the coat and burst out of the room; she ran as hard as she could out of the apartment and down the stairs, then out of the building and onto the street. She panted with fear.
I know someone was there.I could feel them.she thought, but now realized that she was in her pajamas, standing in the middle of the dark, empty streets, and consequently felt worse. Maybe I should go back.she considered, looking up to her room window. The thought quickly left her mind as she saw the light in her room turn on and a tall, dark figure making its way to the window. She stared in disbelief as the window opened; she couldn't believe her eyes.
Run! Damn it, just get out of here! she urged herself, turning and running down the street.
She had to stop after only two blocks; her chest ached from the bruise on her side. She hobbled over to a streetlight, leaning up against it and sitting down. Okay.I think I'm overreacting.she thought, as the fear left her and she tried to make logic out of what had just happened. It was probably just Mom or Dad.they heard me run out of the room and went to see what happened. The noises were just Sam.there was no one in my room.she told herself, wrapping her coat around her. She decided she would catch her breath and then head back.
"Meow." Alex turned around; she recognized the thin black cat with white paws.
"Sam?" she said, walking over and picking him up. "How did you get here? You're not supposed to be outside at this time of night." But as she looked closer at him, she noticed his yellow eyes were now ruby red. "Sam?" she whispered, realizing this wasn't her cat. She screamed in terror as the cat started to grow. She dropped the creature in shock and fell to the ground. When she looked up, in the place of the cat stood a huge, strange man that reminded her of a clown. She was speechless as she looked into his eyes.
As Piedmon looked down at her, his smile was replaced by an irritated frown. With a quick motion, he snatched her high into the air with one hand. He held her as if she weighed nothing and brought her close so they were face-to-face. She was still in terror as he looked her over. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a strange object that started glowing madly as he pointed it at her. He sighed in disgust, the dropped her abruptly. It was almost eight feet to the ground, and she landed with a yelp of pain.
"So, I am to be saddled with you." he said, looking her over again like she was an insect unworthy of breathing the same air as he.
Piedmon was repulsed. Having a human partner was bad enough. The fact he need the help of a lower life form was disgraceful. The idea he was solely connected to one was worse, but why did that creature have to be a scrawny little girl.not just scrawny, but nice and sweet. It made him want to throw up. He had watched her for the remainder of the day, and she disgusted him. Why couldn't he have a human with a personality as evil and manipulative as he? She seemed the exact opposite of him; she was quiet, kind, and weak.
Alex tried to crawl away; she could feel her chest bleeding. Piedmon snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed her sneaking away from him. He watched her holding her chest as a red stain leaked through.
"Stand up!" he snapped. In fear she obeyed, pulling herself off the ground. "Good, now come with me." he ordered, turning away from her.
"What?" Alex questioned.
"Don't talk back!" he barked. A twisted expression of confusion and anger appeared on her face.
"Who are you, and what makes you think I'm going anywhere with you.you.you big bully?!"
The second she said it, she wished she hadn't. He turned around, towering over her, his eyes full of power, strength, and anger.
"I thought I just told you not to talk back." he hissed. She was filled with fear, but forced herself to speak.
"Answer me.I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who you are!" she stammered, trying to sound brave. He eyed her over again, thinking.
"Very well.." he said emotionlessly. "I am Piedmon, the most powerful Digimon in existence, and you, for some reason unknown to me, are my partner." His voice was bitter and cold. "Now come with me, I have work to do." he commanded, turning again.
"Partner." she said thoughtfully. "Wait, what makes you think I'm coming with you?" she demanded, her voice a little stronger. He just turned once more, an annoyed look on his face.
"Well, it's obvious no one want you here.your parents don't love you, you have no purpose here, you have no friends, and besides, you have no choice." he stated coldly. He smiled inside as he saw tears forming in her eyes. He loved his ability to manipulate and use people; she was just putty in his hands, just a device he could use to regain his rule.then he could lock her away in some tower until needed, or even get rid of her completely. He chucked as he imagined the pain and betrayal that would be in her eyes. Yes, she is just a tool; a stepping stone that I shall squeeze until I have taken all I need. I will have to deal with her until then.he thought.
"Come.NOW!" he ordered in a threatening voice.
She hung her head in pain and fear and followed quietly, not making a sound. He said no one cares about me, but how does he know? Who is this guy? I'm so confused.and why am I going with him? Is he telling me the truth; it sure doesn't seem like he cares about me. He doesn't even know me, and I have no idea what he is. One thing is for sure.he's not human.she thought as she looked up at him. Alexandra couldn't understand why she was going with him; she was full of mixed emotions now, and felt very vulnerable. She felt as if something was pulling her, making her follow him, but she couldn't be sure.
The evil Digimon sighed as he saw the place he was looking for. Alex looked ahead to see the school in front of her. He eyes watched in amazement as Piedmon out stretched his arms, and as if by magic opened the looked doors.
"Hurry up," he ordered briskly, as he made his way into the school. She stood there, stunned for a minute, before following him.
Humans are so easily amused.he thought. Such simple creatures; I don't think I'll ever understand why our kind needs them, or why they make us so strong. It's pathetic, really.
"In here," he said, leading to the computer lab. Alex walked in and looked around.
"So this is it? This is why you wanted me to come with you." she wondered. He glared at her, and then in one swoop he scooped her up, holding her in his arms. Alex was completely surprised. He was warm and smelled good. Being in his arms was comfortable, despite how cold and nasty he seemed; it felt right for her to be close to him. She wanted to kick herself for thinking such thoughts, but she couldn't help it. Luckily, Piedmon was too busy opening the gate to the Digital World to notice how red she was.
Suddenly, the room began to fill with light, and Alex was snapped away from her thoughts. She could feel them falling and she grabbed onto him tightly in fear. Piedmon just rolled his eyes. Then in a flash it was over. Alex slowly opened her eyes. As she looked around, she noticed that the dark computer lab had been replaced by a large city.
"What.?" she whispered. Without warning, Piedmon dropped her on the ground. He gave her a nasty look as he walked gracefully towards the large building across from them. She was even more surprised as a tall girl ran out of the building. She stopped abruptly in front of him, putting her hands on her hips, and gave him an angry look.
"What took you so long, clowny? We were going to start to take over the world without you!" Piedmon just grunted.
"I'm not in the mood, you little brat; are the others here?" he snapped, walking past her. Alex pulled herself off the ground. It was about at this point she noticed that her bare feet and pajamas had been replaced by tight leather pants, black boots, and a strange blue top. Beside her was a yellow backpack.
"What the.Okay, what's going on?" she wondered, looking herself over. The tall girl smiled.
"Hey Piedmon, is this your digi-kid?" Teena questioned, smirking. Piedmon just shuddered.
"I suppose so." he sighed.
"Wow," she said, coming and looking her over. "So that makes you Piedmon's bitch? I thought you'd be some weird circus reject, but you look pretty normal to me. What happened, Piedmon, did they run out of creepy clowns wannabes? No, I forgot, you like little girls, don't you?" Piedmon was about to turn around and send Teena flying across the ground when he heard another voice.
"Welcome back," Devimon said, giving him a look that he knew just what he had been thinking and if he tried it, he'd have to deal with him. Piedmon just chuckled.
"Like you'd stand a chance."
Alex looked up to see more people coming out of the building; more children like her, and each one had a strange creature with them.
"Hey clown boy, how's it going?" Etemon asked happily. Piedmon looked a little confusedly at Etemon.
"Oh yeah, that.Please don't ask me how that happened..." Devimon started. "We were just sitting there preparing when he just evolved.I've had to keep Teena from killing him all day long. He just doesn't shut up."
"Hey, what do you mean by that? At least Erika appreciates good music when she hears it!" he yelled. Erika just sweatdropped and nodded, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "See!" he boasted.
"You don't get it do you." Devimon said annoyed.
"Hey, wow; you're even uglier in real life," Erika said, noticing Piedmon. He glared at her, and she took a step back, remembering all his earlier comments.
"Hey, don't worry, Erika; Piedmon has his own girl now-he can rape her instead." Teena said evilly. Piedmon frowned.
"I have better taste then that," he said, looking at Alex icily. "Alright, come with me. It's time we prepare." he added, walking into the building. The others followed. Alex just stood there, feeling confused and left out.
"Hey, c'mon Pied-girl, you heard what the freak said. Let's go!" Teena shouted. Alex snapped to attention and followed.
~
Alexandra sat down on the bed. She was so tired, but couldn't sleep. She was sore all over. He legs and muscles hurt from the race, but she was used to those feelings. He side ached more then anything; she could barely breathe without feeling the pain. She carefully removed her shirt to change into her bedclothes. She inspected the large bruise covering the right side of her stomach and going all the way up to her ribs. The bruise was dark purple, but she pretended it was fine, although she knew she should see a doctor and her parents didn't even know she was hurt.
Like they would even care.she thought.
Ever since she could remember, she had lived with her adopted parents. They had been unable to have children and her parents had died in a car crash when she was two. So it was that, with no other family, her father's business partner and wife adopted her. When Alex had been nine, her adopted mother became pregnant by what the doctors called a miracle. After her so- called brother was born, they slowly forgot about her. As time moved on, she became just a person who lived with them. All they seemed to care about was Mike.
She could hear her family saying goodnight in the next room. The three of then would sit in toddler Mike's room; her father would read a story to him while her mother tucked him into bed. She listened carefully, hearing the parents walk into their room, calling out good night to their son again, then closing their door.
"Goodnight." she whispered in disgust.
She remembered the day she had realized she had been forgotten. When she was in grade school, things were so fun; she was starting to make friends and become good at sports, among other things. One day when she was ten, she had just finished her last race of the year, winning a silver medal. She had been so proud; it had looked so good hanging around her neck. She had insisted on waiting for her adopted parents to come and get her like they always did, instead of getting a ride with one of her friends. She waited and waited. Even when it started to rain violently she waited; as the storm got worse, she finally decided to walk home. She was soaked and freezing in the cold rain, and after the long walk, when she finally had arrived home, she was alone. Her parents and brother had all gone to their grandmother's house for the weekend without telling her. She had sat down in her the corner of her room, holding herself, her cat Sam in her arms. She remembered crying as the flashes of lightning flickered in the window and cast scary shapes on the walls. The power went out and she had dashed under her bed in fear, holding her pet tightly. She stayed there, not coming out for two days. When the group had finally returned, she ran out into the hall. She had expected a hug, an apology, something that would make everything all right again. Nothing. They just walked past her like she wasn't even there.
Everything felt so different then. For the first few months after, she had done everything she could think of to get them to notice her. She tried dropping her grades; after that she tried raising them. She tried to win in everything she did, resulting in a large collection of meaningless awards and medals, which she later shoved in a box and hid under her bed, not wanting to look at them. She tried to quit sports and everything else to spend more time at home; she tried getting sick, even hurting herself. Nothing seemed to matter.
She would have lost it completely if it wasn't for her sports. In anger and frustration, she began to run in track, take kickboxing, karate, fencing, skating, and gymnastics, resulting in keeping her fit, healthy, and always tired. It was perfect. She had been able to fill every day with something, so by the time she came home it was so late and she was so tired, she could just collapse.
Unfortunately, tonight was different; instead of being able to sleep, she was wide awake. She couldn't really understand what had happened after the race. That man had kicked her, then suddenly she had felt herself flying in the cold pool water and no matter how hard she struggled she felt like a giant hand was holding her down in the water. She had thought she was going to die. Then it stopped, and as she pulled herself out of the water one of her classmates had dragged her through the girls' looker room and out the doors of the school, then into a bush. She had seemed really worried and had told her to stay put, but as soon as the girl left to go back into the school, she had run all the way home. She had sat quietly in her room all night, trying to make sense of things.
She walked across the room and flicked off the light, then crawled into bed. She lied awake, staring at the ceiling, just thinking. She felt little paws walking along the bed. The warm fur tickled her cheeks as her best friend nuzzled in next to her. She had started to doze off when she heard a thump in her room. She jumped awake and looked carefully around the dark room; other then her window being open, everything looked fine.
"I thought I closed that." she murmured, getting up, walking over to the window, and closing it again. As she closed the window, she heard something behind her She spun around. Nothing.
Now she was spooked; she could feel the presence of something in the room with her. She dashed to the light switch and flicked it on. To her surprise, nothing happened. She fiddled with the switch frantically. Nothing happened, but she could hear something moving. A shadow of a man caught her eye. She slowly walked back towards her bed, letting her fingers drift over her trench coat hanging on her desk chair. Without warning, she quickly grabbed the coat and burst out of the room; she ran as hard as she could out of the apartment and down the stairs, then out of the building and onto the street. She panted with fear.
I know someone was there.I could feel them.she thought, but now realized that she was in her pajamas, standing in the middle of the dark, empty streets, and consequently felt worse. Maybe I should go back.she considered, looking up to her room window. The thought quickly left her mind as she saw the light in her room turn on and a tall, dark figure making its way to the window. She stared in disbelief as the window opened; she couldn't believe her eyes.
Run! Damn it, just get out of here! she urged herself, turning and running down the street.
She had to stop after only two blocks; her chest ached from the bruise on her side. She hobbled over to a streetlight, leaning up against it and sitting down. Okay.I think I'm overreacting.she thought, as the fear left her and she tried to make logic out of what had just happened. It was probably just Mom or Dad.they heard me run out of the room and went to see what happened. The noises were just Sam.there was no one in my room.she told herself, wrapping her coat around her. She decided she would catch her breath and then head back.
"Meow." Alex turned around; she recognized the thin black cat with white paws.
"Sam?" she said, walking over and picking him up. "How did you get here? You're not supposed to be outside at this time of night." But as she looked closer at him, she noticed his yellow eyes were now ruby red. "Sam?" she whispered, realizing this wasn't her cat. She screamed in terror as the cat started to grow. She dropped the creature in shock and fell to the ground. When she looked up, in the place of the cat stood a huge, strange man that reminded her of a clown. She was speechless as she looked into his eyes.
As Piedmon looked down at her, his smile was replaced by an irritated frown. With a quick motion, he snatched her high into the air with one hand. He held her as if she weighed nothing and brought her close so they were face-to-face. She was still in terror as he looked her over. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a strange object that started glowing madly as he pointed it at her. He sighed in disgust, the dropped her abruptly. It was almost eight feet to the ground, and she landed with a yelp of pain.
"So, I am to be saddled with you." he said, looking her over again like she was an insect unworthy of breathing the same air as he.
Piedmon was repulsed. Having a human partner was bad enough. The fact he need the help of a lower life form was disgraceful. The idea he was solely connected to one was worse, but why did that creature have to be a scrawny little girl.not just scrawny, but nice and sweet. It made him want to throw up. He had watched her for the remainder of the day, and she disgusted him. Why couldn't he have a human with a personality as evil and manipulative as he? She seemed the exact opposite of him; she was quiet, kind, and weak.
Alex tried to crawl away; she could feel her chest bleeding. Piedmon snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed her sneaking away from him. He watched her holding her chest as a red stain leaked through.
"Stand up!" he snapped. In fear she obeyed, pulling herself off the ground. "Good, now come with me." he ordered, turning away from her.
"What?" Alex questioned.
"Don't talk back!" he barked. A twisted expression of confusion and anger appeared on her face.
"Who are you, and what makes you think I'm going anywhere with you.you.you big bully?!"
The second she said it, she wished she hadn't. He turned around, towering over her, his eyes full of power, strength, and anger.
"I thought I just told you not to talk back." he hissed. She was filled with fear, but forced herself to speak.
"Answer me.I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who you are!" she stammered, trying to sound brave. He eyed her over again, thinking.
"Very well.." he said emotionlessly. "I am Piedmon, the most powerful Digimon in existence, and you, for some reason unknown to me, are my partner." His voice was bitter and cold. "Now come with me, I have work to do." he commanded, turning again.
"Partner." she said thoughtfully. "Wait, what makes you think I'm coming with you?" she demanded, her voice a little stronger. He just turned once more, an annoyed look on his face.
"Well, it's obvious no one want you here.your parents don't love you, you have no purpose here, you have no friends, and besides, you have no choice." he stated coldly. He smiled inside as he saw tears forming in her eyes. He loved his ability to manipulate and use people; she was just putty in his hands, just a device he could use to regain his rule.then he could lock her away in some tower until needed, or even get rid of her completely. He chucked as he imagined the pain and betrayal that would be in her eyes. Yes, she is just a tool; a stepping stone that I shall squeeze until I have taken all I need. I will have to deal with her until then.he thought.
"Come.NOW!" he ordered in a threatening voice.
She hung her head in pain and fear and followed quietly, not making a sound. He said no one cares about me, but how does he know? Who is this guy? I'm so confused.and why am I going with him? Is he telling me the truth; it sure doesn't seem like he cares about me. He doesn't even know me, and I have no idea what he is. One thing is for sure.he's not human.she thought as she looked up at him. Alexandra couldn't understand why she was going with him; she was full of mixed emotions now, and felt very vulnerable. She felt as if something was pulling her, making her follow him, but she couldn't be sure.
The evil Digimon sighed as he saw the place he was looking for. Alex looked ahead to see the school in front of her. He eyes watched in amazement as Piedmon out stretched his arms, and as if by magic opened the looked doors.
"Hurry up," he ordered briskly, as he made his way into the school. She stood there, stunned for a minute, before following him.
Humans are so easily amused.he thought. Such simple creatures; I don't think I'll ever understand why our kind needs them, or why they make us so strong. It's pathetic, really.
"In here," he said, leading to the computer lab. Alex walked in and looked around.
"So this is it? This is why you wanted me to come with you." she wondered. He glared at her, and then in one swoop he scooped her up, holding her in his arms. Alex was completely surprised. He was warm and smelled good. Being in his arms was comfortable, despite how cold and nasty he seemed; it felt right for her to be close to him. She wanted to kick herself for thinking such thoughts, but she couldn't help it. Luckily, Piedmon was too busy opening the gate to the Digital World to notice how red she was.
Suddenly, the room began to fill with light, and Alex was snapped away from her thoughts. She could feel them falling and she grabbed onto him tightly in fear. Piedmon just rolled his eyes. Then in a flash it was over. Alex slowly opened her eyes. As she looked around, she noticed that the dark computer lab had been replaced by a large city.
"What.?" she whispered. Without warning, Piedmon dropped her on the ground. He gave her a nasty look as he walked gracefully towards the large building across from them. She was even more surprised as a tall girl ran out of the building. She stopped abruptly in front of him, putting her hands on her hips, and gave him an angry look.
"What took you so long, clowny? We were going to start to take over the world without you!" Piedmon just grunted.
"I'm not in the mood, you little brat; are the others here?" he snapped, walking past her. Alex pulled herself off the ground. It was about at this point she noticed that her bare feet and pajamas had been replaced by tight leather pants, black boots, and a strange blue top. Beside her was a yellow backpack.
"What the.Okay, what's going on?" she wondered, looking herself over. The tall girl smiled.
"Hey Piedmon, is this your digi-kid?" Teena questioned, smirking. Piedmon just shuddered.
"I suppose so." he sighed.
"Wow," she said, coming and looking her over. "So that makes you Piedmon's bitch? I thought you'd be some weird circus reject, but you look pretty normal to me. What happened, Piedmon, did they run out of creepy clowns wannabes? No, I forgot, you like little girls, don't you?" Piedmon was about to turn around and send Teena flying across the ground when he heard another voice.
"Welcome back," Devimon said, giving him a look that he knew just what he had been thinking and if he tried it, he'd have to deal with him. Piedmon just chuckled.
"Like you'd stand a chance."
Alex looked up to see more people coming out of the building; more children like her, and each one had a strange creature with them.
"Hey clown boy, how's it going?" Etemon asked happily. Piedmon looked a little confusedly at Etemon.
"Oh yeah, that.Please don't ask me how that happened..." Devimon started. "We were just sitting there preparing when he just evolved.I've had to keep Teena from killing him all day long. He just doesn't shut up."
"Hey, what do you mean by that? At least Erika appreciates good music when she hears it!" he yelled. Erika just sweatdropped and nodded, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "See!" he boasted.
"You don't get it do you." Devimon said annoyed.
"Hey, wow; you're even uglier in real life," Erika said, noticing Piedmon. He glared at her, and she took a step back, remembering all his earlier comments.
"Hey, don't worry, Erika; Piedmon has his own girl now-he can rape her instead." Teena said evilly. Piedmon frowned.
"I have better taste then that," he said, looking at Alex icily. "Alright, come with me. It's time we prepare." he added, walking into the building. The others followed. Alex just stood there, feeling confused and left out.
"Hey, c'mon Pied-girl, you heard what the freak said. Let's go!" Teena shouted. Alex snapped to attention and followed.