Hunters

I've always been fascinated by the paranormal. My adopted parents aren't too keen on anything of that nature though. They're really religious, and they don't believe in anything I tell them. In fact, I'm not really important to them, but they keep me anyway. But I swear, everything changed when the new kid came to my school.

That's when everything changed.

Note - This will contain strong language and violence. If you're not into that sort of thing, please, don't blame me when that occurs in this story. Just stop reading.

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2. Laura - That fire, I caused a fire...

To snap me out my paranoia about Gerard staring at my hand, the bell rung sharply. I packed away my stuff, shoving them into my bag and literally sprinted out of the classroom. Well, until I was far enough away from the classroom.

I dumped my stuff by the old oak tree and sat there. It was the most avoided area of school. And that was the perfect place for an outcast such as me. I usually spent my dinners and breaks here, away from everyone else. Here, I was alone and in my own territory. Here, they couldn't get me.

I cracked open my only can of coke for the day, and sipped ever so slowly. My guardians (more like fucking jailers) hated anything sweet. They believed it was unholy and gluttonous to have fizzy drinks, sweets, alcohol, the list goes on...

They're like those Puritans, expect they're Catholic. And I hate them. I hate everyone here, I hate this place, I hate them all.

After a while, I took off my gloves, and the brand stared back me. My brand is on my right hand, and it's of a black dragon holding a silver scythe, it's jaws open and baring fangs. Inscribed on the banner held in the dragon's claws there's some Latin 'Servite frangere lucem ac tenebras lucem iubar'. I have no idea what it means, and I really don't want to know.

If anyone saw that here...

"Hey, Laura, it's time for your exorcism!" A male voice rung from up near the courtyard. I shivered and put my gloves back on, and got ready to bolt if needed. They thought I possessed, and a daily ritual was to try and beat the imginary demon out of me. I'd ended up in hospital several times from this very ritual and the kids here were always bloodthirsty. And the teachers just covered it all up.

"Laura, don't be scared! We'll rescue you!" Another voice chimed, this time a young girl. And then they all appeared out of nowhere. Girls and boys, all the way from 11 and 12 to 16. They knew I was terrified. They loved this, and it quickly became the highlight of everyone else's day.

And the new guy was stood against as a casual observer. He couldn't even give a passing interest in what was going on in front of him. And that fucked me off. At least everyone else wanted to kick me into the dirt.

Everything started off normal. Punches, kicks and elbows. Then, the usual ringleaders stepped to the front. The first and most influential girl in the school, was Martha. She was the priest's niece, and therefore the whole school at the tall blonde model's feet. She knelt down onto the floor, with a cigarette in her hand, and smiled. "Don't worry, we'll burn that demon out of you." She cooed, and I screamed in agony as she pressed the cig into my forehead.

The crowd cheered, and passed her current boyfriend, Mark who was a strong athletic man with a skinhead, and piercing blue eyes, a can of petrol and a lighter. And that's when everything went to hell.

I felt a burning in my right hand, and jumped to my feet. I raised my hand and the can exploded, bursting into a bright flame which swept through the crowd, scattering the children. After the flame disappeared, I collapsed to fall.

"Laura! Stay with me!"

I heard that voice, and I nodded. It made me want to, but the blackness clawed at my vision, and I muttered a pharse in Latin. "'Servite frangere lucem ac tenebras lucem iubar."
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