<strong>Seven Steps to Success College, Art Studio B</strong><br/><br/>The drapes came free, freeing the sunlight into the room to shine its glorious light.  The forceful glare struck dead onto the thick cocoon surrounding what used to be Cassandra, slicing into the thick ebon curtain like a powerful laser.  Soon it all burst into flames, golden-ruby that ate quickly through the thing that had been forming.  She screamed with all the horror and pain of a beast dying in mortal agony.<br/><br/>It took several moments for the monster to burn all the way through, leaving only the unholy stench of burnt tar and a stained, charred rag of a towel that clumped down upon the floor.  Mr. Brettford, a hippie poetry teacher with a beard and hair long enough that he could probably go outside naked if he wanted to, peeked his head inside.  "Is everything alright?" he asked, his eyes searching over the room.  "I thought I heard screaming..."