• Heather stood outside in the cold, waiting for her friend Jessica to come outside. "i'm gunna friggin KILL this girl if she dosn't come outside soon," she said out loud. 'Oh really?" a voice said. "I doubt you have the guts to even hurt a fly." Jessica stepped outside. She was wearing a hood that covered her pointed ears, and a long dark blue dress, and strapped to her ankle was her special knife. She called it "Death from Below," but Heather didn't know why. Heather stared at the knife. It gave her the creeps. Something felt sinister about Jessica every time she wore the knife. As far as Heather knew, it was strictly for intimidation. She hoped that was the case...