(Alright, this'll be why it's R. Sexual abuse, and a nice Judas*Mary)

                                                            Leave Her! Leave Her! She's with me now!

Mary had entered the girls' bathroom with no trouble. She was waiting for one of the stalls' occupants to leave. When the girl did, Mary stood by the "feminine hygiene product" dispenser.

"Hey, uh, do you have some change? ... Y'know... I have..."

"Oh yeah, sure! No problem." the girl believed Mary, gave her some change for at least two of whatever and left.

Mary grinned inwardly at the departing girl. She had lied. She bought a pad and a tampon and crammed them her pocket. Since her father obviously wasn't buying food for her, why would he give her money for things such as this? So, Mary would politely ask girls for change, and save up what she had in various shoeboxes and in her book bag until it was time. She believed she was being rather ingenious, but then remembered why she had asked to come here.

The taunting was normal, but there were other things. Boys hurting her. Boys trying to touch her in the hall. It hadn't been bad. Bad for her standards. She was too used to it. But, the thing that scared her was that, the boys weren't usually sophomores. Freshmen, juniors, and, almost always, the seniors. It was always the same senior group, and she knew she remembered them from before school, but she couldn't really focus on anything past her mother's death.

She stayed in the bathroom for a while, then, finally decided to leave and go back to Religion.

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Judas could hear some deep, scheming laughter in the hall. He was in the library, study hall. Maximus, Janus, Quintilliano, and Xaccheo. His "friends." The popular, almost feared Roman converts. Whatever was going to happen, Judas knew it wasn't going to be good. He moved his chair and leaned over so he could see through the small window on the side of the doorway. He spied a figure leave the girls' bathroom down the hall, but soon after, Maximus and his gang appeared. Judas tried to lean over more to see, but one of the lights by the predators and victim flickered.

"Fucking cheap school," Judas whispered. He waited a moment to pack up his books in his bag; he wouldn't have time to pack them away later.

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Hands were around her mouth and waist. She couldn't move, except squirm. She couldn't scream, just mumble. She tried to catch someone's gaze other than her predators. No one! She was frantic and frightened. A dark hand went over her eyes. She was now blind.

The laughter was disgusting and soft as thunder; she could feel herself being led into a smoke-scented bathroom. Her back was pressed against a cold, sticky urinal. Icy hands and sweaty hands began to touch her. She began to kick blindly and fiercely, but felt and blow in the gut and arms like a lions holding her legs steady, then pulling them apart.

Mary knew what they were going to do and tried to scream again. There was more laughter at the muffled cry and she could feel her blouse becoming loose, her skirt was being tugged from different directions and she kept squirming to try to avoid them. She was slapped and punched in the face and she could feel teeth becoming loose. Her sharp incisors began to bite into their fingers and she could faintly taste their blood. Why did no-one care about her?

She could hear the door open and feared another member of the gang. She thought she was going to die in the boys' bathroom.

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He didn't like what he saw. Scratch that, he hated what he saw. Hands were over her, mouths were on her, she was practically topless, her brasserie was ripped, and her skirt was torn in multiple places. Judas's sight was a distorted red, he charged at the gang like a bull.

Maximus, Janus, and Xaccheo were struggling with Judas on the title floor. Judas kicked and punched, threw, and was thrown against the walls and sinks. Where was Quintilliano?

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After Judas's first attack, Mary ran into the nearest stall and decided to barricade herself in. Sadly, the door had no lock. She forced herself to do a bit of a split, one foot on the toilet's edge, the other holding the door shut. She wavered a bit; her body had long forgotten her dance positions. A thought came to her. This could be like a dance of will as she buttoned her blouse, a few falling to the ground. She thought of picking them up when –

BAMN!!!

Quintilliano was pounding himself against the stall, pulling at the door to attack. Mary wasn't ready to be hurt again, not ever. She scaled the tops of the stall walls. Now or never.

She could hear him prepare for another run. The foot on the toilet seat began to steady. She heard the scruff of Quintilliano charging. Her other foot left the door, and he went flying. She leapt, her fingers clawing onto the top of the stall, her legs kicking him swiftly in the back and with a sickening thudang his head hit the toilet edge.

She left the stall and saw Judas attacking the others. Mary hesitated, not knowing whether to fight as well or leave. She stood like a statue, the realization of what happened to her dawned. Hot tears began to fill her eyes.

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Judas heard the thud of Quintilliano as his head kissed toilet. He was being pushed under, and then forced himself to the top. He could see her, scared, and feeling lost. "Run," he mouthed as he went under. He began to attack with more anger until he saw her. "Run." he said. After he was shoved he began to thrash violently. "Run!" he barked. He heard soft, quick footsteps, she was safe.

He succeed in throwing Xaccheo against a sink, he was finally out. Janus and Maximus saw this, and were filled with hate. Janus tackled Judas and Maximus went to the door. Judas stuffed Janus into a quick headlock and tossed him like a doll again the walls. Thud. Maximus.

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Maximus was getting scared. His men were out of commission, Mary was gone. He was nearly out when Judas grabbed his wrist and swung him back into the bathroom. Maximus abandoned most of his fear and had his fist make contact with Judas nose. Blood quickly began to flow. Judas snorted and threw him against one and the urinals and began to punch him in the stomach until Maximus could barely breathe.

Judas went to one of the sinks and was careful to tread on Xaccheo. He began to spit out blood and one or two baby teeth that didn't fall out yet. He gargled and spit until he was certain the blood was nearly gone. Judas poked his nose. It stung and he decided that it was broken. Bruises and scrapes were all over his arms, his shirt was torn, but he thanked God that his jacket was fine. He adjusted it to cover up most of his bruises and decided to leave.

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Mary had reentered the girls' bathroom and felt sick to her stomach. She vomited a few times in the sink. She figured she lost about three teeth, but she would have gotten braces, so she would've had to lose those teeth anyway. But, she probably would never be able to afford braces and would have to walk about like a beggar for the rest of her life. But then, she thought, she may not even live that long.

She heard Judas knock on the bathroom door. She exited. He lead her to the nurse.

"What should I say?"

"Say you were sick."

"And my teeth?"
"A fight, then."

"Who did I fight with?"

"A zealot."

"Judas, why would I fight a zealot?"

"Say you didn't know who hit you then."

"And you?"

Judas paused for a moment, but continued to walk.

"A fight. That's reasonable."

She looked up at him.

"Should I tell anyone what happened?"

"No, Mary, they could do worse. They could kill."

"I'm scared."

"Avoid school for a few days."

He slipped a hand on her shoulder. She shivered and tried to slink away. His grasp was like a vice. She began to mumble incoherently and he realized his action and let go. They walked farther down and his arm was about her shoulder again. She hissed for him to stop but he seemed not to hear, and his arm slipped around her waist.

"Stop it." she whispered, trembling. He pushed her closer to him, his hand caressing her hip. She slapped him. His face was rather pink and he walked behind her to the nurse.

After he had given the nurse their excuses, he sat beside Mary at one of the cots. His arms went around her, and she began to fend him off, she struck him and he didn't stop. She went to strike his face, but he caught her wrist. His gaze was off, as if thinking of other things and not acknowledging what he was doing. He released her.

Mar moved to another cot, staring at him. He leaned back, and quickly began to blink. His eyes widened in shock. He removed himself from the bed and made a move towards Mary as if to apologize. She backed away.

"I'll go tell Mrs. Elijah. But... then I'll be back."

He left and Mary began to shake. What was wrong with him?