It was another dull dim day as a light rain and dark sun blocking clouds greeted Sara out the door as she began her daily walk home from school. Watching the cracked sidewalk pass under her feet with every step the realization of what was the one thing she hated about walking home at this time of day. It was long, boring without any one to talk to anymore.

Charlotte had been a no show ever since that night in the graveyard. Feeling guilty for leaving Sara all alone she avoid her like the plague. Sara knew Charlotte's personality enough to know that she would do anything to avoid a confrontation with a friend. She was not a brave soul that's for sure and like the honorable namesake of her great aunt she would rather make a turn around excuse then admit a mistake and say she was sorry.

Letting out a sigh or relief Sara stopped for a minute to watch the sunset over Suburbia. It was beautiful, the setting sun glazed over every single inch of the neighborhood giving it a golden aray of enriched natural colors. In the distance the sound of multiple voices arguing could be heard. It sounded like two guys and a girl all young by their tone. Their voices where loud enough to make any pass byer stop and listen for a sec. Turning her head in the direction Sara stopped and listened.

"Hey sweetass, how about some love'n?"said a mans voice.

"Yeah how about NO, you god damn creep" said the voice of a young woman. Tuning in, Sara recognized that voice from somewhere but where?

"yeah I thought you might say that, so I brought Doug here, he might just make you change your mind."

"Stay away!!"

Sara's eyes widen as the realization of the voice came to her. It was Tiff her little sister, she was in trouble and needed help. With that Sara ran in the directions of the voices, darting over the playing field. The rain was now coming down in sheets as the two letterman jacket goons cornered a very scared Tiffany Williams under the brand new tax payers "had to have for that big game" bleachers with ill intentions to the young girl's well-being.

Sara saw them in the distance as she jumped the wall onto the open football field. Letterman jackets, football players letterman jackets, they we're Bruce's boys. Oh that really set her off, how dare they pick on a defiance less girl just because of their status quo of belonging to the most powerful force on campus. No it wasn't right, she didn't care about the consequences that were to come upon her if she stopped this attack. Its wasn't like she had a popular rating that she needed to keep up, much like the other plastic faced girls in her class. She needed to do something about this once and for all.

Creeping in closer, the boy named Billy smiled as his touched a loc of Tiff's hair, his ill intentions were coming into play.

"Umm baby you look scared, maybe you should listen to the bad guys and take something off."

"Yeah, like your bra." laughed the dumbwited Doug.

Right then Tiff's fright level hit a whole new mark. She knew what they wanted and she was not about to let them take it from her without a fight.

"HEY!" said a familiar voice. "What the hell do you think your doing?"

The two goons looked up at the challenger. Sara stood not even 10 feet from the bleachers waiting for their response. Smiling at the brave girl, they let go of Tiff for the moment to take on this new challenger if nothing more then a good laugh.

" Nothing happening here, just trying to have a little after school fun that's all." said Billy.

Sara's eyebrows narrowed downward. She knew what he was really trying to say.

"Well you two can have fun by yourselves, the girl comes with me." Going under the bleachers Sara lightly gaped Tiff's arm, taking her out of the corner and into safety. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

"Not so fast, goth queen" said Doug as he tightly gaped Sara's arm, preventing her from leaving the enclosed space. Enraged by such a act of brutality she felt the burning fire of an unknown force build up inside her.

"You better let go cowboy or else" said Sara

"or else what?" said Billy as he stood in front of their way out.

Sara wasn't sure what to do now, she wasn't prepare to such an attack. She looked around for another exit but the design of the bleachers prevented anything from getting in or getting out. They where trapped, trapped like wild animals in a cage. The letterman jacket goons laughed at their fright. They knew she would walk into their trap, they were no strangers to this game. They knew how to lure and trap their prey and by the expressions of their faces they've done this more then once. Sara was scared but not for herself but for her little sister. She was not about to hand over her sis to these lusting bastards. A fire inside her was building strength, thrashing and burning with an intense power that was something much more then a chemical endued rage. No this was living, like a spiritual flame engulfing her very being.

"Move now" said Sara finding the courage to fight back. "Or you will be sorry"

Angered that a lower being would dare talk back to him, Billy evoked his sinister plan that he had for just something like this.

"Sure I'll let you go but first how about that kiss?" said Billy gaping Tiff by the hair, exposing her neck as he pulled out a switch blade from his letterman jacket. No yelled Sara but was cut short by the sudden blow of a fist to the stomach. Gasping in pain she fell to the ground.

"Sara! Oh god Sara!" Screamed Tiff.

Laying in a painful darkness the barrier that kept back the living flame was burning down. Cold sweat poured off Sara's face. A emotonional struggle was battling inside her. The living flame was gaining on her rapidly, taking her over and it scared her. She could feel it, the burning conquer her arms and legs, moving up her spine and at last trying to take over her heart. She fought back as best she could but the fire was over powering her.

"Hold still you little bitch!" said the distance echoing voice of Billy.

"AHHH" Screamed Tiff. "Get off me"

That was it, the last straw, the breaking point. Sara's eyes shot open as the barrier that she tried so hard to hold up shattered into nothing. The living flame was totally in control now. Sara's body was no longer a physical being but something of an elemental rage. Her eyes saw only red, her wrists arched and her fingers tingled from the uncontrollable power. Night was falling for the letterman wearing jacket goons. They where about to meet their doom.

Laughing at the handy work they had done to Tiff's arm and cheek the boys didn't see Sara rise up from the darkness.

"I SAID LET HER GO ASSHOLE!"

Haulting their laughter the boys slowly turned to face the dark enraged creature in the shadows.

"What the hell is this?" questioned Billy " Who the hell are you?"

Sara couldn't help but smile at such a stupid question. "what's wrong? Having memory lose? You just beat me down and now im back."

Shaken by such a statement from a former victim, the goons lost their nerve and ran outside onto the field. The chased excited Sara's primal instincts as she ran after them. Catching Billy by the ankle she pulled him down to the ground with a hard thud.

"What the hell are you!!" Screamed the frighten Billy.

"Your worst nightmare" smiled Sara as she pounced on both of them like a juggle cat. She ripped and clawed at them in her blind rage.

The pain was numbing down now as Tiff rubbed away the pain on her cheek. Night had settled in and the black shadows that followed crept in under the bleachers making it impossible to see anything without a flack light. Feeling around in the darkness Tiff could hear the horrible, terrified screams that where just outside the tin barrier between her and the rain. It scared her, it scared her a lot. What the hell was out there? She thought to herself. Knowing better not to go investigating till the first was finally over. After a few minutes the screaming stopped and Tiff stepped out into the open field. The hard rain made it difficult to make anything out. The muddy playing field didn't help either, the only true physical evidence of a fight was the skid marks and the little trail of deluded rain water blood that flowed into the near by drain. Tiff drew closer, she could now make out a figure. It was a woman, a woman drenched in blood with her back turned away with two bodies by her feet.

"Sara? Is that you?" asked Tiff, covering her eyes from the rain.

"Tiff, please...don't come any closer...I don't want you to see this." said Sara as the blood dripped off her fingertips.

"Sara it's ok. Don't worry I wo...oh my god! What happen to your hands!" screamed Tiff as she pointed to the ends of Sara's arms.

Holding up both hands in the dim light of a field lamp. Sara saw for the first time her instruments of disaster. Her hands which were once a beautiful art piece of human perfection were not a ghoulsome play of her imagination. Ten long, slender claws of a disturbing genetic mix of flesh, bone and metal spawned from her middle knuckles, bending in slightly at the tips.

Tiff just stood there not knowing what to do. How could her sister, the woman that she looked up to for 15 years have done something like this? Ripping those boys into sreds. It was a surprise that they where still alive after a fight like that. Yeah sure that did deserve it but not like this, not this bad. Tiff's eyes moved from the injured boys to the lit sidelines where Sara stood, shacking in the rain.

Turning to her little sister, tears filled up her eyes. The questioning of her life had finally come to a head.

"Tiff...im sorry"

Not being able to deal with such a new physical change, Sara ran off the field into the cold rainy night.