The blonde high schooler slowly turned around, trying not to provoke their assailants.  Unfortunately, she had a good idea of who was behind her and doubted that they’d let her and Isaac off easily.  If Aisha’s text was to be trusted, it could only be ABB gang members behind them.  The E88 wouldn’t be calling them out like that.  Even with the darkness of night, only a blind man wouldn’t see her blond hair, a distinctly ‘white’ trait.  Beside her, Isaac was trying to protest their innocence.  Had he lived in a cave all his life?  An E88 v ABB fight?  All that mattered was skin color.<br/><br/>The Asian girl lunged towards them with a manic smile.  Two projectiles appeared out of nowhere and went flying towards her classmate.  A male scream punctured the air even as Vivio whipped her hand up, focusing her intent on something that would stop the incoming knives.  Before she could snap her fingers, a dark shape flew in the path of the weapons.  She faltered in confusion but was yanked to the side before she could get a better look.  She stumbled after the other teenager before getting her feet under her to run properly.<br/><br/>Pain suddenly blossomed in her shoulder.  The impact sent her stumbling forward again and elicited a scream from her.  She chanced a glance back, eyes widening further at the sight of the second Asian running at them with a metal pipe.  Some small black creature flew around him, apparently trying to scratch the man.<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Run faster!”</span>She urged, screaming to be heard over the sound of falling trees.  She spotted flashes of silver and threw herself around a tree.  The sound of projectiles hitting wood intermixed with a second scream as she jostled whatever was stuck in her shoulder from her abrupt turn.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue">“Go go go.”</span>She sobbed, pushing blindly at her classmate to encourage him to keep moving.  Fear, pain, and shame all warred within her.  She didn’t want to be caught in this pointless fight.  Her shoulder hurt and her stomach was cramping up.  Why was she so weak?  If only Isaac hadn’t gone running into the midst of things like a moron.  If only Isaac wasn’t<span style="font-style: italic">here</span>with her she could just blow them up.  If only—if only he wasn’t here.  This was all Isaac’s fault!