Sennae woke the next morning, and against her parents wishes, put on a lot of cover up and went to school.

Becca tried to start conversation, but nothing worked. "What's wrong with you?!" She finally yelled. Sennae just looked down at her feet. "Talk, speak words, move your mouth, Sennae what's wrong."

Sennae quickly took out the cover up, and wipped off the stuff she had on. "Happy?" She asked coldly.

"Sennae...what...how...who-"

Sennae began to recover the brusie. "Brad, that's who."

Becca's jaw dropped. "Oh, you're kidding right?"

"No Becca, the guy hits like a freaking freight train."

Becca was quiet for a while, but as any good friend would she felt obliged to make her friend feel better. "We'll pull through this, Sennae. I believe in you." Becca watched as her friend, once sure that no one was around, punched the wall so hard she broke a tile. Becca tried to pat her shoulder, but she tore away, and ran to play practice. "This is not good." Becca said to herself.

Sennae threw open the doors to the auditorium, and rampaged in.

"Sennae...you okay?" Brian asked. Sennae just walked by him and took her seat. He followed behind her, and sat down beside her. "Sennae...what happened...talk to me?"

Her gaze floated around the auditorium, Mrs. Puss wasn't here yet, so she took Brian's hand and lead him to the darkness of the back drop. "Listen...last night after I left your house...I ran into someone, and they sorta ruffed me up a bit."

Brian's eyes falshed in worry. "Who was it?!" He asked urgently.

"Just a guy I know, but you need to try and stay low. This guy, in the words of Christne: 'Hunts to kill.' He's not a nice guy."

"Well, oviously if he hurt you. What did he do to you?" Brain asked, looking her up and down.

"Nothing...fatal...I'm fine." Sennae said quietly, not wanting to show Brian her lovlely reminder of Brad.

"Well as long as you made home afterwards, I'm fine."

Sennae noticed that he was swinging her hand back and forth, a sign of anticipation, of wonder. She looked him in the eyes and saw longing. She shook her head and began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Brain asked.

"You, you're so easy to read."

He raised one eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. "Pardon?" He asked, letting a french accent slip into his voice.

"I can read your emotions so clearly...it's sortta funny."

Brian oviously didn't get it. "What?"

Sennae rolled her eyes, and in one quick motion, kissed Brian. Once she pulled away she indicated: "Is that not what you wanted?"

"I like this emotion reading thing." Brian said in a dazed voice.

She shook her head, took his hand in hers, and led him back out to the crowd of kids pooling in for play practice.

"There you are!" Becca yelled as she ran up to them.

"Here I am!" Sennae yelled in responce. They all sat down and waited for Mrs. Puss.

"Students!" The yell came from the back of the auditorium. Everyone turned to greet the stranger who had greeted them, except for Sennae.

She froze, curled her fists, and gritted her teeth. "Why here...why now?" Sennae hissed under her breath. "Get out!" She yelled.

"I'm going to be stepping in for Mrs. Puss today. Anybody got any problems with that...no...good!" With that the stranger pulled out a semiautomatic rifle and pointed it at Sennae. "Mlle. if you won't mind coming with me, no one will be hurt here."

"GUN! GET DOWN!" One of the kids yelled. Every one ran for cover and oddly Brad never tore the gun from Sennae's head.

"Back for more?" Hatred and venom dripped from her voice. "Did you alredy kill the kind man who helped me?"

Brad chuckled. "You know me all too well." He said advancing towards Sennae. "There's no way of escaping me this time, Sennae. You have no other choice but to come with me."

Sennae remained sitting, she wasn't going to become his puppet. "The free will has made up it's mind...I am to stay here." She spat at him.

"You know...I thought one bruise would smack some sense into you...but heck two might make you right again." He raised his hand, but Sennae was quicker.

She sent a roundhouse kick to his chest knocking him backwards and on to the ground. He was up on his feet in seconds, but Sennae was totally enraged. She grabbed his throat, and pushed him into a corner. "Sam! Call Tony...we got us a threat." She called to her little brother.

"Here...now?" He asked.

"Yup." Sennae said with a smile spreading across her face.

Sam fumbled with his cell phone, but when he finally got a hold of Tony his first comment was: "Tony?...Smith...Sennae's gone nuts!"

Sennae rolled her eyes. "Give me that!" Sam tossed her the phone. "Tony...this is Inside Agent Smith...I caught Brad. Yes I know what to do...but I'm at school so if you can reserve the job for afterwards...I'd be most greatful."

Brad now made his move. He kicked out Sennae's legs causing her to fall to the ground. But unlike before when she had to act weak, Sennae did a backwards summersalt, then with a graceful backflip, she was back on her feet.

"Bring it on." She waved him on, but he just glared at her. "Come on...I promise you'll get the same results as you would if you stuck a penny in a light socket...your ass is going to fly about eight feet across this room."

He ripped a knife from a holster on his wrist. "I was going to make it quick...one bullet to the head, and it was going to be over. Not anymore, slowly...and painfully."

Sennae raised her eye brow. "Sure...if you can get a hand on me."

Sam immedaitly stepped back. Sennae had taken self-defence lessons since she was three, and had assassin skills thrown into that, it was a deadly combination. Brad came running at her, the knife trailing from his wrist on a sting, this was a new method that Sennae met with a sinister grin. Brad swung his wrist forward sending the knife with it. Sennae waited, watching carefully as the blade soared towards her. She jerked to the side, and with great percision, caught the blade between her teeth. Sam knew that for Sennae that was nothing, she was waiting for the right time to do damage. All the other kids watched in amazment. She grabbed the handel, and bit the string away from it. "One more chance." She said tonelessly.

"Bring it." Brad said coldly.

She slipped the knife into her shoe, making sure it sat loosley between the laces. Brad seeing she was distracted, came at her. She jumped over him in a flash and while still in air, kicked his head like a soccer ball. She did a quick round off, then launched after him again. He grabbed her hair, but that meant nothing at the moment. She tore back, making sure he wouldn't get a solid grip. He tried to grab the knife, but missed.

"Sennae, hurry and get this over with." Sam instructed.

Brad turned and began to run after him.

Good job Sam. He's wide open now. As Sennae said these words in her head, she threw a round house kick and with the right amount of force sent the knife out from between her shoe laces and into Brad's back. Sam had quickly moved to the side. He had seen Sennae use this move before, and often Sennae had enough force to send it through the victom and into the nearest wall. Brad was lucky, it only went in as far as the handle.

Sennae began to walk over to him, it was what Sam called the death walk. She walked one step at a time, her left leg crossing right leg, right crossing left, her shoulders level, and her arms glued to her sides. It was truely a frightening scene for her victoms. "You still alive babe?" She asked a sinister grin spreading across her face. Brad began to cough, and fell to his knees. "Yes...well let me fix that." Sennae grabbed the handle of the knife.

She was prepared to rip it down his back, but Becca suddenly yelled: "NO SENNAE, DON'T DO IT!" Sennae turned to see tears in Becca's eyes. "PLEASE...this side of you scares me!"

Sennae began to laugh. "Soryy Becca, but this is how the buisness goes...there's no turning back now. I'm going to make it...slow...but joyful." She turned back to Brad, but it was too late.

He had ripped the knife from his back and now had it to Sennae's throat. Sennae backed into him and felt his arm restrain her own arms. "You know what they say about assassins...they have the same personalities as a vampire." Brad's breath was cold on her cheek, and made her shiver.

Sennae saw the blood on the knife as he pressed it closer to her throat. "Indeed, I may have the suductiveness of a vampiress, but I don't drink blood."

"Well...here's you chance to start." Now Brad ran his teeth along her neck, he was definately enjoying himself.