Half the school day had passed without any issues. Then, the problem struck. Hard. They were in the science room for their third class of the day. Lunch had just ended, but Brock was late for some reason. Kyra was constantly shifting in her seat, watching the door for him. He never came.

"Alright, the course outline has been passed around," the teacher said. "If everyone would like to pull out their devices, I am going to put a game up on the boards for us to play."

Kyra pulled her phone from her pocket, and quickly sent Brock a text. Then she pulled up the game, which took a minute. Then the message from him appeared.

'Dealing with an issue. I'm in the office right now. I shouldn't be much longer.' it read.

Kyra let out a shaky sigh, looking up to the screen to play the game. The class went smoothly for about another five minutes, then everything went horribly wrong.

"Great work, everyone," the teacher cheered as he closed the game.

"Can we do another one?" a student asked.

The teacher nodded, pulling another one up. Then the loud beep of the intercom came on.

"Could I have your attention, please," the principal's voice said.

After a pause, she continued.

"As of right now, Ninja High is under a code red, lockdown, until further notice," she said. "I repeat, Ninja High is under a code red until further notice."

Kyra went pale. She followed her class into the corner and sat on the floor. Her teacher sat in front of the class, watching Kyra closely. He mouthed that she would be fine, and she nodded. She was alone and afraid.

"Stand down!" a voice yelled from outside.

Then muffled screams followed from the class as a gunshot rang from outside, followed by many more. The teacher hushed the class, silencing them. Kyra was near tears. Shouting and gunshots echoed around them. Then the window shattered. An officer fell in the window, now covered the cuts and bruises.

"Get them to another room, it's not safe!" he instructed the teacher.

"Right away," the teacher responded. "Everyone up and to the music room."

Everyone rushed out the door, terrified. The teacher turned as Kyra ran behind him, holding her arm.

"Come on, Kyra," he called to her.

She caught up and ran with him, towards the music room. Put someone grabbed her from behind. She screamed, thrashing around. Then she froze as a gun fired and struck the teacher. He fell to the ground, holding his arm. Kyra was in shock, at a loss for words. She was dragged out of the school, and thrown into a van.

"Drive," the masked stranger said.

Kyra backed into the corner, curling into a ball. The masked stranger turned and looked at her, glaring.

"What do you want from me?" Kyra asked. "Why are you doing this?"

"I want revenge," the masked stranger said. "You need to pay for taking them away from me, and for that you must die."

"What are you talking about?" Kyra asked.

"Don't play stupid, brat!" the masked stranger snapped. "You think that you're so special, but you aren't. You're just a normal, ordinary girl with a power that she doesn't even know how to us!"

"That's not true," Kyra retorted.
"Shut up!" they yelled.

Kyra yelped as she was kicked in the side. She looked up as the stranger grabbed her around the neck. Kyra gasped, unmoving as she looked at the stranger.

"It'll all be over soon," they told her. "So don't worry, it will be very, very, painful."

Kyra gasped as the stranger slipped a needle into her neck. They inserted a sleep serum that knocked her out almost instantly. They released Kyra and let her slump on the floor. The stranger moved over to a black cloth, that had now began thrashing around. She pulled it off, tossing it onto the floor. A gagged Jason froze, looking terrified. The stranger pulled down the gag, allowing Jason to take a sharp inhale.

"What did you do to her?" Jason shouted.

"She's only asleep for the moment," the stranger responded.

"You monster!" Jason yelled.

Then Jason received a kick to the stomach. He moaned in pain, unable to clutch it with his hands and looked up at the stranger.

"Someone will stop you," Jason said. "You will never get away with this. Neither of you will."

"Like anyone will ever find out," the stranger chided. "Think about it, wise guy. No one even cared that you were gone. They didn't even come for you. Nor will they ever come for you."

Jason looked hurt.

"I thought we had something," Jason muttered.

The stranger burst out laughing hysterically. They wiped a tear before turning to Jason.

"As if I could ever love someone as foolish as you," they mocked. "All you are is a lie. A joke. You're nothing. That's all you ever were. All of you. Just a team for William to fall back on, to share the blame on when he failed. That's all you ever were."

"That's not true!" Jason cried.

"Don't deny it!" they shouted. "It's true and you know it!"

Jason looked away, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You gonna cry?" they taunted. "Show me how weak you truly are."

Jason look away from her, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. He looked over the Kyra, slumped against the wall of the van, fast asleep. The stranger lifted his chin, their mask off. They smiled at him gleefully.

"It will all end soon," they smirked. "Don't you worry about that."

They wiped a tear from Jason's face, smiling.

"You'll go first," they told him. "To let Kyra suffer more, watching you die slowly before you."

Jason felt more tears in his eyes, pleading to come out, but he blinked them back. They slipped a syringe into his neck and gave him the serum. He began slipping into unconsciousness, slowly. He gave in and closed his eyes to the darkness. The stranger watched, pleased with their work. They bent down and pulled Jason's gag over his mouth again.

"You won't feel a thing," they whispered, tapping Jason's nose. "Nothing but pain."

Sam and Brock rushed down the hallways. The code red had ended, but they were trying to find Kyra. Teana and Celia were searching the second floor with no avail.

"You go that way," Sam told Brock. "I'm going this way."

Brock nodded, running opposite for Sam. Sam ran outside, looking for anything that could be Kyra. Then he saw a van pulling away, one that wasn't the police. He glared, frowning. He knew what it was and that he had to follow it. He summoned his snowmobile and took off down the road after it. It mostly went in a straight line so it was easy to follow.

"Sam, come in," Brock's voice echoed over the communicator. "Where did you freaking go!"
"I found them!" Sam said.
"WHAT!?" Brock screamed. "Why didn't you say anything until now!?"

"I'm chasing after them," Sam said. "I was lost in the heat of the moment. Follow my tracker and meet me at their location. Hurry and bring Teana and Celia."

"On it," Brock said.

The call ended and Sam skidded around the corner, following the van. Then it slowed, coming to a stop. Sam de-summoned his snowmobile, falling and tumbling in the snow. He pushed himself up, shaking snow from his face and clothes. He was wearing only a sweater, but it was now soaked and he was risking hypothermia. It didn't matter to him, though. What mattered was Kyra.

Sam cautiously sat up in the snowbank, looking up as the doors to the van flung open. Two people, both masked and dressed head to toe in black jumped out. One pulled an unconscious Kyra out while the other pulled an unconscious Jason out.

"They have Jason," Sam gasped.

"Sam, you're statis," Brock said over the communicator.

"I found them," Sam said. "They stopped at the old warehouse across town."

"Is Kyra there?" Teana's voice followed.

"Yes, they are," Sam said, subconsciously.

"They?" Brock questioned. "Who's they?"

"Kyra," Sam said.

"And who?" Celia asked.

"Jason."

Silence followed. It was silent as Sam watched Jason and Kyra being dragged inside. Once the door closed, he spoke.

"I'm going in," he told them.

"Sam!" Brock cried.

He was cut short as Sam shut his communicator off. He looked up and ran towards the door. He had to do something and fast. At least to hold them off until the others got there. Kyra and Jason might not have until then, so it was now or never.