Red.<br/>All Maya could see in front of her was the color of a deep scarlet red, pure in it's thickness and composition as it was painted dramatically across the tile floor of the hallway.  Gripping her gun tightly she looked down at the mess before her feet.  Her chrystalline blue eyes looked at the body of Mychal Sanders in pure horror.  No matter how many times this scene had replayed in front of her, she could never quite grasp what she was looking at.  She felt the bile and vomit that was building in her stomach be forced down as she tried to compose herself, turning her head from the lifeless mess.  The reasons that Maya could never stomach Mychal's death varied for obvious reasons, but what always hit her the hardest was that he always died differently depending on how she changed the time line.<br/><br/>During the 15th time loop, Mychal had shielded her from a barrage of bullets that were shot at them.  The events of time loop 17 left the poor boy screaming Bloody Mary as he was set on fire before Maya could reach his crisp lifeless shell of a body.  Now, Maya found herself looking at Mychal as he laid on the ground, his head had been chopped off by a rather large knife, literally leaving only his body lying in a pool of his own blood.  His head could be found, face-first, somewhere by a dented up set of lockers with his once perfect hair, caked in massive amounts of red.<br/><br/>Maya bit her bottom lip hard as she felt the need to scream rise in her raspy voice.  She had been yelling so much today that she could barely speak above a whisper.<br/>"Sorry.....I'm sorry....I let it happen again........" She managed to say in her soft voice.  As much as she wanted to cry, she just couldn't.  After seeing him die so many times, the initial shock was gone.  That feeling that was supposed to wreck her heart and soul was numbed.  Killing her peers no longer made her cry or made her regret her actions.  They would just come back again in the next time loop, never knowing that they has ever met an untimely end.  It wasn't like the other students mattered to her at this point anyways.  Her only concern now was Mychal and keeping him safe for as long as she could.  He wouldn't even remember the events of these things even happening.  Just like the other students, he would remain unaware of everything that had happened in this timeline.<br/><br/>That was her mission now.<br/><br/>What she desperately wanted more than anything else.<br/><br/>To just see him smiling in April showers, without another care in the world.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>------------->>>>><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>A gasp escaped Maya's lips as she sat up rather suddenly in her bed.  When a new time loop started again, it always caught her gasping for air, as if she had been drowning.  She jumped out of bed, not tired at all, and made her way over to her closet.  She already knew what she was going to wear, her dark blue skinny jeans and black boots along with a black tank top that hugged her figure comfortably and her light blue zip-up hoodie hanging loosely on her body.  She fixed up her reddish-brown hair a bit so it draped behind her, reaching to a little below her shoulders, and cleaned up her face before sitting down with a bowl of cereal.  Keeping her morning routine was a strong habit of hers, after this point, her decisions would effect everything around her.<br/>'Keeping away from him completely didn't work.  He just ends up dying anyways....' She thought, in a rather unsettling laid-back manner.<br/><br/>After finishing her routine and heading out the door, Maya started to make her way to her high school.  She strode by with such purpose in her steps, no longer timid about her "first day" of her senior year.  No one seemed to be aware of the weapons she carried on her person, hidden carefully in her bag.  Nothing was supposed to happen today.  But she planned on finding a way to corner one of the mercenaries.  She still didn't know the names of all the killers pretending to be students at the school, but she knew the identities of a handful of them, out of the eight.  Taking them out immediately would draw too much attention and only speed up the chaos, as she had to learn the hard way in time loop 13. No, she would have to find a way to single them out and kill them gradually.<br/><br/>She knew that rumors were going to spread about her rapidly among the students.  Everyone was utterly shocked to see the shy and timid Maya Jamison, a girl who used to wear her hair in a lazy bun and wear layers of clothing, strutting around in her cute boots and jacket with pure confidence and looking as gorgeous as ever.  These rumors seemed to be popping up in every time loop after number 12, the time loop she had snapped and stopped caring about being judged.  She could stare down her bullies now, no longer worried about them.  Apparently, the rather calm and cool look in her eyes left boys staring.  Nowadays, it didn't suprise her that her sudden change in attitude was the talk of the school, but honestly, she didn't give a rats ass about that stuff anymore.  All she cared about was Mychal and his safety.<br/><br/>She had decided that she would try her best to keep a close eye on him, instead of trying to stay away from him completely.  She would try to act as his shadow and stay close to him when she needed to.  Continuing to go to school was the best way to keep her eye on him, since they shared many of the same classes, including first period language arts.<br/><br/>Maya made her way into the classroom a few minutes before the bell would ring.  Once that damn bell would ring, this hellish nightmare would start again.<br/><br/>RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG~<br/><br/>Let time loop number 28 commence.....