Mary stared up at Hazel in a mixture of fear, confusion and horror. Her hand reached up to touch her shattered nose, and blood trickled in a vivid trail down her lips, dripping periodically into the pale linoleum floor. Her nose was twisted oddly, and Hazel was shocked as she took a step back, fear and adrenaline pulsing through her just as fast as her blood. Just behind her, Max's eyes flashed an ominous shade of gold as Hazel stepped back again in horror. She glanced between her rapidly bruising hand and Mary's face, as Mary began to whimper in pain. Hazel's muscles tended in preparation to run, and and Max stepped towards her, eyes dark and indecipherable.
It was all Hazel's wild instincts took for her to bolt.
Mary forgotten, Max bolted after the terrified brunette, instincts slamming into him as she slammed the doors open once again.
The chase was on.
He vaguely noted, in the back of his mind, that her dark grey backpack was leaning dishevelled against a tree, soaking up the dew next to an abandoned chips packet, before he continued after the girl bolting down the sidewalk, sneakers slamming against concrete.

Hazel's mind was a war-zone of clashing instincts.
Fight. Flight. Fight. Flight.
Constantly, she was switching between turning around and taking a chunk out of Max, or running for the hills.
An inhuman growl of frustration escaped her as she bolted around a corner, fighting with herself. Hazel blanched; what the hell was that?
Max, who was hardly five meters behind her, narrowed his eyes as the snarling escaped her seemingly unconsciously.

While Hazel was fighting to suppress the animalistic noises, however, she hadn't noticed that she was slowing down. Not until she was practically tackled by the male behind her, to which her eyes flashed a dangerous gold. She snarled in his face as Max restrained her, fighting tooth and claw- completely unlike the kind girl he had seen earlier that day before she left for the courtyard. In the back of his mind, as he held her down, he faintly wondered what on earth had happened when she had gone out there, what exactly she had seen?
Hazel was still practically spitting in his face when she managed to break a hand free of his grip, promptly slashing her bitten fingernails down the side of his face. She seemed to stop, as crimson beaded up in the four long slashes, as the red dripped from the jagged cuts and dribbled down Max's face.
Blood.
She had spilt his blood.
Max was frozen, as if in shock, when Hazel seemed to regain control of herself and scrabbled backwards on the pavement, easily breaking his now weak grip. She looked at him, eyes returning to their regular Hazel, in fear as the blood dripped slowly and methodically onto the cool pavement, slightly damp from the morning.
"Max...?" Hazel reached for him, but faltered as he stared up at her. His eyes were dark with emotion, predatory, gleaming a bright silver as he turned slowly. Blood dripped from his brow, almost menacingly, as his calculating gaze slowly ran over her.

Hazel shuddered, but before anything could happen, a young woman tapped her shoulder. Hazel jumped, adrenaline running through her jittery nerves even now, and turned to face her. She was a tall woman, and as Hazel slowly stared up at her, the woman's gentle blue eyes twinkled at her from behind crow's feet and laughter lines. Smooth, golden hair spilled down the woman's back, just past her shoulders, as she helped Hazel up.
"My name's Adeline. Now come on, he's better off on his own when he's like this." The woman remarked, the faintest tinge of amusement lingering on the edge of her voice.
"Um.. I'm Hazel. I... do you know him?" Hazel was nervously glancing back every so often, her mind oddly absent as the woman led her away, holding her wrist firmly. At this, Adeline let out a boisterous fit of laughter, as if she hadn't just left her son sitting in a pool of his own blood.
"Do I know him? Of course I do! I'm pretty sure that his own mother knows him!" Hazel flushed- of course, why hadn't she seen it? They do look awfully alike, after all.
"But enough about me. Why were you and my son running around the neighborhood during school?" A sly grin had crept into the woman's faintly wrinkled face, a dimple appearing to the left of her mouth.
Hazel nearly stopped dead in her tracks. How was she supposed to tell her locker-neighbour's mother that she was seeing wolves everywhere? It wasn't exactly a simple, 'oh, you know, I just punched my bff because I thought she was gonna goddamn eat me!'.
Hazel's musings were interrupted by a soft ringing coming from the woman's jeans. Adeline fished out her battered-looking cellphone and answered the call. Hazel tuned out any of the conversation to look around at the scenery, barely noticing as a dark scowl settled on the woman's face.
Hazel was brought back into the world by the tone of the call being ended, and looked back at Adeline.
A gentle smile was adorning the older woman's face as she looked at Hazel.
"I've got to be off- you make sure you find your way back to school. Hopefully we'll see each other again!" The woman rushed it out, before turning and strolling away, leaving Hazel lost and confused in an unfamiliar neighbourhood.
Clearly she had paid attention to the scenery a little too late.

After Hazel had retraced her steps, she reached the point where she and Max had been earlier that day.
Well, she only knew it because often rapidly darkening blood stain in the damp concrete. She shuddered; how could she have done that? It was like she was possessed.
Hazel stopped looking down as she walked back to school, refusing to even entertain the idea that there could be blood left there by her. She was in denial, but it was far easier than admitting the absolute absurdity of the situation.
'You mean the truth, little human?'
Hazel froze midstep.
It was that guttural, animalistic voice again. It practically cackled in amusement at the entire situation.
Hazel's eyes were wide and frantic, as she felt the shock creeping in, as her lungs refused to work. Guttural laughter echoed through her mind, and pain flared at the base of her skull. Black crept into the edges of her vision, and faint, high-pitched ringing quickly became ear splitting as Hazel clutched her head, letting out a pained whine.
She could faintly hear the ringing of the school bell, and almost wondered how long exactly she and Max had spent playing 'Deadly Chase', before her vision failed her, and Hazel's head hit the concrete with a sickening crunch.

A/N:
Ohoho! I see you're reading my story! Well done for getting this far through it, and honestly, thanks. If you enjoyed my poor excuse of a cliffhanger, drop in for a like. Maybe a comment? Idk, we can have vodka and tea if you really want to. But yeah, let me know what you think. I'm open to suggestions.
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