Ahh, the academy, that's better. In my room with my throwing knifes and my bow, Peace. I calmly pick up the knife and hold back my hands and flash! A flick of my wrist and I'm off, stabbing every dummy I see, I think as I work, if only these dummies were Tom Druce, show him for taking my Liz. I stop. I have run out of knifes and wait for a refill as a Peacekeeper comes in with a fresh set of knifes. I hold one and slide my finger along the blade carefully, making sure not to cut myself. But yet I put it down and reach for my bow and slip an arrow into it. I cautiously pull it back to a strong position and hold for a few seconds, I chuckle to myself. It's all just for tension. But just before I let go, and let it fly effortlessly towards the target I hear a loud scream. Liz! What has Tom done to you! I Run. Fast. Extremely fast. Darting down the hall to Liz's room. There she was, dead, lying on the floor, her face was mangled and I screamed and burst into tears, I cradled her in my arms as I shout and bellow. "What have you done to her? What have you done!" 8 Peacekeepers come into the room along with a young man, the head of the academy, he spoke firmly. "Your what seems to be 'friend' was attacking a dummy when the mace she was using bounced back and squashed her in the face. She is dead." I notice that the man seems to be smiling while he told me this wicked story. I started, once again, to scream and shriek and no one could stop me.