Okay, I had a sorta weird burst of inspiration at like 3 a.m. so here's yet another chapter!! Enjoy!!!

** denotes a flashback

It wasn't fair! Why did this have to happen? Why her? A rage that she had come to know all to well washed over her as she remembered the events of that horrible night.

** The knife glittered brightly at the man's side.

"I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry. I've gotta go," Miaka said, turning to head back to Yui's.

A strong hand gripped her arm twisting it behind her at an unnatural angle.

"You're not going anywhere 'til you help me!"

The man's breath stank of tobacco and liquor. The sent was almost nauseating.

            "Let me go! Please! Sombo-"

            But she wasn't able to scream for help. The man' hand clamped tightly over her mouth, muffling her cries. Miaka struggled in vain as her attacker dragged her back into the alley he had emerged from where his companion was waiting.

            The man's companion was tall and bulky, his body made of pure muscle. Miaka's eyes widened in shock and terror when she saw the gun loosely gripped in his hand.

            "My, my Vinny, looks like you caught us a lively one," the bulky man laughed.

            " Keep it down Eddy! Let's just do this and go."

            "Please…," Miaka begged," don't do this! Please!!!" Miaka begged through her sobs.

            "Quiet bitch!"

            Eddy dragged the struggling girl to the ground, laughing all the while. There was a loud shrrrrip as cloth was torn and then, there was nothing but pain. Pain, tears, and utter humiliation. Time seemed to slow down then. There was all the time in the world to feel the pain, to hear their laughs, and cutting remarks at her expense.

            For three long hours Miaka was left to the mercy of her attackers, all the while still piteously begging for mercy. Then finally, it was over. She lay there in the dank alley wrapped in the stench of blood, and other fluids. She stared up at the empty sky for over an hour before finally getting up and heading home.

            She stumbled down the empty streets in a daze, her entire body aching and feeling like a thousand tons of lead. Much to her relief, when she arrived home, the apartment was empty.

            She headed straight for the bathroom and turned on the shower. Dumping her blood stained clothes on the floor, she stepped into the shower and watched the clear water turn a pale pinky as it went down the drain. Miaka stood, shaking beneath the scalding hot water until her skin turned a bright red.

            For nearly two hours she stood in the bathroom, wrapped in her robe, cleaning the blood from her clothes. Once that was done, she slowly climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep.

            The next morning she got up and headed off to school as if everything were normal. No one had any idea of what had happened, and no one would. Not if she could help it. Just after that she started to change, and no one knew why. They never would…**

            Remembering that night was all too much. She just wanted it to stop! Was that so much to ask? Miaka looked about the room for something, anything, to make the pain stop. Then she saw it….

Once again  To Be Continued…. Mwa haha ha aha hahahaha Please Review!!!!