I couldn't believe they did this. That Emma would go that far to hurt me. Why did she hate me so much? How had I wronged her?

I wanted to get out. I wanted someone to help me. Anyone.

I furrowed my brows, glaring at the locker door in front of me. I felt something. Something that could be used to help. There was some kind of light-show outside, like molten lava, and then it was dark again.

I could feel a connection to whatever was outside. Then, I heard them walking around. Whoever was outside, was getting away.

No! You have to help me!

I had been screaming for hours now. I didn't know if I even have a voice left over to call them out.

I had to try.

I pulled air into my lungs, preparing myself to scream as loud as humanly possible.

"He-hel.p" Well, that was anti-climatic

But the figure outside stopped walking. She heard me. With how dark it was, I could barely notice that they were looking back at me. "Is… is someone here?" It was a feminine voice. She sounded scared.

For a second I thought she was one of Emma's followers. Sent to mess with me.

I shook my head. That couldn't be it. She was someone else. She was something else.

It was clear she was looking around, trying to find me in the dark. After a moment, she turned again, almost like escaping from a ghost or something.

"Help" I repeated.

She stopped herself and tilted her head in my direction. "Wait, the locker?" She said, and took a tentative step in my direction.

She put her hand on the locker door and she sent it flying away, almost as if it had been made of cardboard. She looked at me and her eyes widened. Then she smiled. "Hello, there."

I looked up at her and blinked. For some reason I had been expecting Alexandria. But she looked like your average girl. Asian from the looks of it. She had a red chinese-style shirt, and no pants.

She looked down at herself, following my gaze. "Ieh! What's going on?"

I was at a loss as well. But I knew in my heart I had done it. I had brought her to me, to help me get out. I blinked as she helped me out of the locker. I had powers. And I…. I could bring capes to me? Was that my power?

"Are you Okay? Hey, where are we? Why don't I have any pants on?"

I looked at her and pointed at my throat. "Can't talk."

"Oh, right. Sorry about that." She said, and she honestly sounded like she meant it. She shook her head. "I was at Jusendo, going at this Fire-throwing asshat and…" She motioned to the hallway. "Then I was here."

She was holding me like I was a child. I wondered what kind of cape she was. Clearly she had some kind of super strength, considering how easily she dispatched the locker door.

She looked down at me. "Am I dead?"

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Right. How would you know." She peered to my locker. "You don't happen to have some pants in here, do you?" It was only then that she seemed to realize how disgusting my locker was, what with my puke and all the other shit inside. "Ugh." She just said.

"Sorry."

She just smiled my way. "Don't worry, it's a martial artist's duty to protect anyone who can't protect themselves."

I wanted to complain that I could protect myself pretty well without any outside help. But then I noticed I had soiled her shirt with all the disgusting shit that was all over my body. I sulked. I had powers. And my power brought this cape to help me. But… I was still some kind of insect, a worm to anyone else in the world.

She opened the next locker just as easily as she had opened the first and smiled. "Well, hello pants!" She exclaimed, pretty happy with herself.

She put on someone's sweatpants and turned back to me. "I guess I should get you to the hospital. Sorry, I am not familiar with China, so you will have to lead the way."

I blinked. She thought she was in China? But she was speaking in perfect english. Why would she…?

She shook her head, interrupting my thoughts. "Now, where are my manners? My name is Tendo, Akane Tendo."