A/N: Ha! I'm back! Sorry it's been over two weeks since I last posted, but you guys have got to understand that after I finished writing (after my last post) I looked down and saw I had nine pages of crap. So I had to fix it. Now, what I've done, which was something I didn't want to do, was break the scene up into two chapters. It was so long, I wanted people to have the option of leaving it for a second if they had to pee or something. Hope ya'll ain't too mad at my delay. Blood and roughness.

Earlier that morning…

"Jazmine! Breakfast is ready!" Mrs. Dubois called from downstairs. Jazmine had been slower with her day's preparation than usual. Her sleep the night before had been odd…as if she had been resting with stale adrenaline in her blood. When she awoke, her body felt both energized and utterly exhausted.

Jazmine, being the girly-girl she was, would normally wear sugar pinks, frosted purples and other soft pastels. Not today. She had in the back of her closet something that a cousin on her mom's side had gotten for her for Christmas last year, never worn because of the color. It was a simple outfit that consisted of a turtle neck in midnight blue, and a pair of dark blue-jeans. It was a nice set, but the colors were so cold. It made her uneasy to look at it…besides, it was something that Huey would wear…

Which made it perfect.

Yet another unworn garment in her closet was a hoodless pink pullover. It wasn't like her others, in that this one was just a bit too big for her, and the pink seemed off. It was like a dark salmon—ugly in a way—it didn't seem like real pink to Jazmine, which was the reason why she wouldn't wear it despite its size. However, couldn't think of a more ideal time then today to break it in. Putting on a pair of black low-heel boots to keep the mood consistent, it was time for her to acknowledge her mother. Just before leaving her pink slathered room, she took one last moment at her small vanity. The night before, Jazmine had asked her mother for one of her Purell towelettes. Giving her several, Jazmine had placed them on her vanity. Taking one now, she placed the individually wrapped nap into her left pocket. She had no real use for it, except for what it would be symbolizing for her…

Upon hearing the small footfalls of her daughter rounding the corner, Sara exclaimed jovially.

"Ok, sweetie! I made your favorite—pan…cakes…" Both Sara Dubois' smile and voice trailed when she saw her child, face as solemn as the uncharacteristic outfit that she wore.

"Jazzy, is everything ok? You look kind of…" She didn't know how to word it without seemingly demeaning her own child. Instead, she opted for a complement and a question.

"You look nice dear, but what made you decide to wear that? I thought you didn't like them?"

"No, its ok." Jazmine offered demurely. "I just wanted to be a little different today…that's all. Plus it's not nice not to make use of someone's gift." The girl added with a downbeat shrug as she walked to the table and sat. Her mother looked at her for a moment, and gave a brief and fettered smile before turning to get Jazmine's plate. Jazmine knew her mother figured something was up. Maybe it was that whole mother-child thing…

Sara kissed her daughter on her way out. On the steps, Jazmine turned back and said 'see you later', and gave a small wave. As she watched her child walk out of sight, Sara couldn't help but feel a little tense. Jazmine never said 'see you later' when going to school. She'd have a talk with her later; at that moment, something truly felt amiss and it made her worry.

"Have a good day at school baby…" She murmured, returning inside.

Jazmine's class…

Much of the morning had passed without incident. Rita had made her usual rounds about the classroom spreading fear and humiliation earlier and was now simply absorbed in herself while her two flunkies basked in her glow.

She had thought she had forgotten.

Jazmine Dubois had to have one of the most innocent and forgiving souls on the planet. For months she had dealt with Rita's hateful antics and never said anything of it. Today though would be different. Half past ten was fast approaching and all the students assigned P.E. that block would fill the halls—they would all be unsuspecting. When Jazmine had arrived that morning, she made sure to take stock of the hallway their fight would be taking place in.

It was the science wing.

On the walls of the hall were student made pictures of plants, cells, and other wildlife. It was a well lit corridor, despite the fact that there were no windows. From the floor to about halfway up either side of the hall, there was a raised red brick finish that extended two or so inches out. Every now and again, the school janitors had the esteemed pleasure of collecting cups, cartons, snot-rags and chewed gum off of the ledge the brick finish created. The floors were buffed and polished granite and the rest of the walls up to the tiled ceiling were painted a lively yellow. There was a large wooden classroom door every twenty feet that were separated out by the raised brick. The doors were done in typical elementary school fashion, with low knobs and long, thin hatch-paned windows—plastered on jovially with the artistic works of the resident students. On either end of the hall were exit doors, and water fountains. What was new today was the large collection of metal folding chairs that had been stacked out from the wall; in rows of four, they were about eight chairs deep. It was something Jazmine was sure the principle (who was a self professed neat-freak and would not have had them there in the first place) probably was unaware of. In addition to this, the hall was filled with the odor of drying paint. The supply locker for the science wing had apparently been painted at some point in royal blue—it was still quartered off by caution tape and wet paint signs.

There couldn't have been a more perfect battleground.

Riley looked up at the wall clock in his classroom—half passed ten. In another fifteen minutes or so, Jazmine would be launching her personal war on Rita Theronguard. As soon as Butch caught wind of it, he would undoubtedly come seeking revenge. And that was where he would come in. Butch would be so preoccupied with trying to pummel Jazmine (who was completely without stealth and ignorant to the art of not getting caught) Riley would make his move. Did it sound like he was baiting Butch with Jazmine? Of course. Was it dirty of him to use Jazmine in this fashion? Absolutely. But Riley had always considered himself a bit of an opportunist in this respect—but he wasn't without scruples. He'd make sure Butch didn't get to Jazmine—if only to use her again. After all, she did provide him with this window.

10:28, and finally the teacher was having the students prepare for P.E. Jazmine narrowed her eyes. She could feel her pulse quicken with anticipation.

Go time.

10:30. Riley was making greater haste to the science hall than the others—he mustn't be late.

10:32, they were nearing the science hall. While the students could have gone out of the first exit door they came to, they were instructed to leave out the exit door at the other end by the stack of chairs. In the swell of her classmates, Jazmine eyed fiercely the mound of mahogany curls that bobbed only a few feet ahead of her. This was it, no turning back now.

10:33, Riley was on the science hall—no signs of commotion yet, he wasn't too late.

10:34, the enemy was engaged.

Rita had been cackling about something to Julie and Samantha when she felt the two taps on her left shoulder. Turing to the one who would dare defile her dainty shoulder, she was met not with a person, but a collection of fisted fingers flying in even formation at her face.

"AHHH!" She shrieked as her hands jumped up to her assaulted nose. She had dipped down to one side as shouts began to echo around her. Julie's jaw slacked for a bit right before the same fist that struck Rita found a place on the side of her mouth, splitting her glossed bottom lip. Samantha, who had recovered from her own initial shock, moved to grab the girl who had just decked both her friends. Her left arm was only in mid arc when it was immediately deflected and two hands were angrily shoving her backwards until she hit the wall. Against it, she quickly grabbed the wrists of her assailant. Looking up, she locked eyes with the most unlikely of opponents—Jazmine Dubois.

Seeing the brunette's eyes go wide, Jazmine swung the girl out to the left and into several children who had still stupidly been standing there. Jazmine and Samantha continued flinging each other about like this for a few seconds until Jazmine's left shoulder crashed into something hard. Amidst their struggle, Jazmine only barely noticed that they were no longer in the hall, but rather one of the classrooms, and on the floor for that matter. Apparently the door she hit had not been closed all the way and now they were scrapping inside of someone's class. Jazmine had landed on top of Samantha, who had managed to put a foot on Jazmine's stomach to push her off. Jazmine, who was unprepared, flew off and smashed into the side of the doorjamb. On her feet quickly, she was able to block just in time a kick flying at her head. In the next moment, her right arm had been grabbed and she was being tossed over Samantha's shoulder back onto the floor. The shock of colliding with the hard tile sent waves of pain shooting through Jazmine's center. As Samantha was preparing to spit-kick the floored girl, Jazmine curled over and kicked Samantha in the face instead.

"Aurgha!!!!!"

Rolling off the floor, Jazmine lunged at the brunette. Sensing this, Samantha sidestepped the mulatto girl, pushing her into a bookshelf, and leapt onto one of the occupied desks. By now the resident teacher had already used the classroom phone to call for aid.

Back in the hall, Riley had known Jazmine started it when the crowd formed. Pushing passed the herd of dumbstruck children, he began calling out Jazmine's name.

"You know Jazmine??" An incredulous and accusing voice rang out. Riley's head snapped to the left and was confronted by the lanky (and already injured) Julie.

"Bitch, who is you?" He inquired with a sneer, not because he didn't know who the girl was, but rather because she thought she could step to him like that. Rather than saying more, she simply returned with a fist. Riley dodged deftly, knowing that this was supposed to be Jazmine's fight—although, he wasn't against hitting a bitch who deserved it. Choosing not to engage the white girl, he simply palmed her face and pushed her down…then came something that chilled Riley's blood.

"FIGHT!!"

The sound came as a battle cry. Riley, and several of the others who were around him looked back to see a truly terrifying sight…it was Butch Magnus Milosevic, stampeding down the science wing--man-tities and fat undulating wildly under his quadruple extra large shirt, plowing through any kid unfortunate enough to be in his way.

Holy shit! He didn't think that Milosevic would even know what the hell was going on, let alone be in the thick of it.

"Butch!" Riley heard a female voice squeak. Rita, who had seen him push Julie down, was preparing to give the command to attack. She raised an arm and pointed at Riley.

"Butch, get that black kid! Fuck'em up!!"

Whirling from her back to Butch, Riley was almost at a complete loss. With shrieking children all around him, and both exit doors completely inaccessible, he had nowhere to go, and little room to act in. Damn, he was really missing his balisong now. It wasn't long before Butch was towering over him.

"Hey, aren't you that little punk from Lethal Interjection? I thought you learned your lesson from the last ass-beating, but if Rita wants you busted up—I'll just hafta oblige!"

Butch then raised a meaty fist into the air and rocketed it down with every intention of busting open Riley's head—but they boy ducked away. It wasn't long before a circle of space had opened up around them, with Julie scampering out of the way. Was it Riley, or did Butch seem faster somehow? If nothing else, he was defiantly bigger. Despite the fact that Riley had dodged the first blow, he was almost too slow in blocking the reversal of Butch's swing. Somehow guarding against the backhanded fist, the force of it sent Riley flying into the wall on his left with another one of Butch's fists in close pursuit.

He was faster, and stronger…

Jazmine had again began her advance, albeit foolishly because Samantha had the higher ground. Just when she was in arm's reach, Samantha squatted down for a leg sweep and clocked Jazmine right across the face with one of her mary-janes causing the orange-haired girl to twirl about once before collapsing. Knocked once again to her knees, Jazmine's blood began to boil. 'Come on Jazzy, shake it off', she told herself. Back on her feet, she looked up to see that Samantha had bounded to one of the desks in the back of the room. Behind her sat a low-rising book shelf/cubbie-hole. On top of it sat a large fifty-two gallon fish tank filled with various animals.

"You want some more Jazmine?!! Come and get it!" The brunette shouted, blood leaking down the side of her face where the hard heel of Jazmine's shoe had cut into her cheek.

Oh yes, she would come.

Winding through the desks, she rounded the girl until she was between her and the fish tank. Close to her, Samantha saw this as another opportunity to kick the mulatto. As she went to do so, Jazmine did something unexpected. With Samantha's left foot off the desk, Jazmine snatched a nearby pencil with her left hand and rammed it in between the straps of Samantha's right shoed foot, making it a point to snap the wooden pencil off at the middle.

"AHGGGHHH!!!!" The scream that came out of that girl's lungs was enough to make the skin of your eardrums ripple. Samantha lurched forward on the desk in an effort to extract the pencil that had been rammed to her foot. Seeing this opening, Jazmine reached under the bent over girl, grabbed the front of her shirt and her belt for extra support and with all her might flung the girl over her head and plunged her head first directly into the giant fish tank. Thoroughly satisfied with this turn of events, Jazmine b-lined it for the door.

Now precariously situated with her feet in the air and her head in the tank, Samantha could only shut her eyes and cover her face as best she could in anticipation as her weight caused both she and the tank to tip off the side of the shelf. They met the floor with a terrible crash as the shattered glass of the tank sliced into her arms—blood now mingling with the water and fish on the floor

"OH MY GOD!!!" Was the only thing the horrified teacher could manage as she raced over to the badly injured child.

A/N: Con'd chapter 14