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What the hell was this?! He was chasing her! That weird guy was actually chasing her. Caroline could feel her heart beat from fear and anger. She had warned him about that she would scream, but he was running after her. People were looking at them, but no one did anything.

Friend? Friend my a**. She thought as she heared him yell behind her. And she didn't look like a murdurer. Did she? It wasn't her fault that she had blood stains on her swetter. She was bleeding from her nose. It was still hurting. As she ran, she ran the back of her hand over her face. Removing snot and blood.

"I promise! Stop following me or I'll really scream! And then the police will come and and....." She didn't finish the sentence, instead she made a quick turn to the left and ran towards the exit of the park. Her green pigtails was whirling around her and she could feel how she slowly began to get tired. She wasn't good at running.
But soon she would be out of reach. Soon she would be out on the street. When she was there she could take a shortcut to the market, she would get mixed up in the crowd.

❝ROMEO KNIGHT❞

"Sometimes I realize that there is a quiet voice which whispers to me, telling me dark stories, ordering me to kill. And no matter how much I try to suppress it, the voice won't go away - and I lose control."

Romeo had groaned. Humans - were they really this insecure? "Honestly, you can tie my hands behind my back if you want - but all I want to do is help you." He said convincingly, though he had lied through his teeth. He wanted to do the opposite of help her. "You can run all you want, but sooner or later you'll have to stop." He told himself as he continued to go after her. He slowed down as she had also lost her pace, and decided it would be more fun to keep behind her and try to sway her to stop at her own will.

Romeo had little knowledge that there was a man tailing him. Though he wasn't one to be fazed by such things, and even if there was, he wasn't going to stop chasing her any time soon. And the man wasn't going to catch up to him, whether Romeo had a say in it or not.

Maybe this guy wasn't a maniac after all? Maybe he was just someone really really confused. If he had wanted to kidnap her then he could have just easily catched up with her instead of running behind and trying to convince her to stop.

Caroline saw this as a sign. She would be able to make it without getting kidnapped.
As she reached the end of the park and the start of the street, she turned aorund. The green hair blowed around her bruised face. "You sir. Are the one who needs help." Then, before the man would be able to catch up with her and stop her, she turned around and ran over the street. A car honked at her, the owner annoyed by the fact that she was running out on the road.

When she had crossed the street, she ran around a corner and then dissapeared into the crowd of people that was heading towards the morning market. It would be hard to find her now.

She was still breathing hard and irregular as she walked down the market. Her heart was still racing, and she guessed that her hair was in a complete mess.
The market was as filled with people as usual on the mornings. The french people was in a hurry to their jobs and didn't stop to talk for too long with others.

Caroline stopped infront of a stall that selled hats. There was a huge mirror standing leaned to a wooden old chest of drawers. She looked at her reflection and at the broken girl looking back at her.
The eyes wasn't that red now, it wasn't seenable that she had been crying anymore. Now there was just a pair of clear blue eyes looking back on her.

The girl looking back on her was wearing a brown school swetter, a grey/blue skirt and a pair of plain black shoes. She was pretty small and very thin. She had bruises covering almost every bodypart, even in her face. There was a few traces of blood on her swetter and in her face. And her hair was in a totoal mess.
She sighned, and took the handkerchief that was laying abonded on the chest of drawers. She cleaned her face away from snot, tears and blood until she looked pretty tidy again. Then she tossed the piece of cloth on the ground and let out her hair from the two pigtails. Then she put the hair up again, in the same hairstyle but much more tidy.

Now she was done. Her school uniform was wrinkly and dirty, nothing unusual. She looked at the big clock hanging down from one of the stalls. Still early morning. Too early to go to school. But still.
She sighned again, and then she began to make her way through the crowd.

Sebastian Noir

Sebastian was able to follow the guy without being noticed until he reached a crosswalk. Just when Sebastian reached the crosswalk the traffic light turned red and the traffic started to drive. ”come on, come on” he mumbled as he nervously presses the button to get the light to go to green. When the light finally turned green Sebastian ran as fast as he can to the other side of the road looking around if he could find the strange guy. But he couldn’t find him. Sebastian looked up t the road sign that stood on the corner of the street. “Marketplace” it said pointing to where he last saw the guy went to. ”maybe he went there… well it’s worth a try” he said to him self as he hurried towards the marketplace.

As he passed by a little bakery Sebastian stopped running. As he probably have lost the strange guy. ”well that’s just my luck” he said disappointed as he looked at the little bakery. At that moment the guy came out of the bakery. Sebastian gain a smile on his face when he saw the guy as he thought ”thank god, I didn’t lost him”

((ok, i've got to go now. i will be back tommorow.))

She stood outside the school building. A pretty small and shabby high school. The school was located in a pretty discreate area, far away from the fashioned shops and cute bageries.
Some kids was gathered on at the side of the entry. As the lanky girl got closer, they started whispering and laughign. She was slightly afraid of them, so she lowered her head and pretended that she had not heared them.

A extremly heavy book suddenly landed a few cm away from her foot with a loud thud. She didn't dare to raise her head. But she already knew who had thrown the book. A boy named Paolo. A real jerk.
"Hey, pick that up for me!" Paolo stated, and his friends laughed. Caroline lowered her head slighty more, but didn't say anything. She battered her fists and closed her jaw tightly.

"Hey! I told you to pick it up!" Paolos hand closed around her wrist and Caroline immidietly snapped. She violently slapped his hand away and he staggered back, in shock. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" She screamed loudly and Paolo blinked in confused terror. The green haired girl turned around and ran into the school building. She could feel her heart beat and her cheeks being flushed.

She made a quick visit to her lonely locker to get her things.
She took a deep breath before she entered the small classroom. Everyone went completely quiet as she entered it. She walked past the benches and sat down at her regular seat, a bit far away from the rest. The silence didn't last long, soon people began to chat and laugh again. Not to her though. They would never talk to her, not even if she started the conversation.

The teacher entered the room and told everyone to shut the hell up. Caroline twitched from every harsh word he yelled at the class, she didn't like screaming. The loud noises made her scared.
"Ok brats. Put up page 169 in the English book and read." The brown haired teacher snarled at the class. Caroline opened the book and started to read. The words didn't like her, and she didn't like them. She wasn't too good at English. She wasn't actually that good in anything. She would probably fail all her grades. She was useless, after all.

Domenic turned the pages and kept on reading. Nothing too much of interest. Mostly political stuff he never really got the hang off. Politics seemed like an endless sea of twists and injustice. Like children on a playground fighting over a bucket. That's how he looked at humans at times; as children that still had so much to learn and discover. With a sigh he turned pages again. He finished his French roll in a few more bites while he read an article about murder a few towns away from Paris.

The old tree bench made a small cracking sound as another person sat down on it. There was a long moment of silence between the two people on the bench. Domenic made a small jump as he was tapped on the shoulder. He looked up from the news paper and turned his head towards the other man sitting there. It was the guy that he met just a few minutes ago. The one who didn't feel human. But, polite as he is, he smiled when he got the question about the bandages. He had gotten the question at least a million times. "Oh.. That.." His only green eye looked straight at the other person, still smiling. "Car crash" he lied. That was always his answer to that question and people believed it, so no need to change it.