"Fucking finally" she said, mostly to herself. This was it. This was what was going to finally crack her. She thought to herself, as she locked the door behind that weakling piece of shit. Locking her in her own locker. For just a quick second, a traitorous thought flashed through her mind that, maybe this was going overboard. But she quickly squashed that thought. Reasoning that what she did was for her own good. She missed her old friend at times. But seeing her so weak and pathetic made her want to just punch her teeth in. And the forcibly remaking her to no longer be a prey but a hunter. Just like she herself was.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of smug satisfaction on the face of her friend. Sophia Hess.

Sophia had always disliked her former friend. But she had after some perseverance, managed to convince her that Taylor had the potential to become a hunter. To rise above the weak prey, that was all around them.

She could also hear Madison quietly giggling behind her. It had been her idea to add the waste meat from the cafeteria, and the shredded paper, to really soak up whatever liquid might have been been present. That it would also turn it into a nice little amount of papier mache, which would stick to Taylor's legs. And then harden to a truly uncomfortable cast of bloody bio-waste filled shell around her.

Taylor had quickly stopped pounding on the door and screaming for help after a few minutes. And after about 15 minutes of absolute silence from the locker, where had started to become a little bit worried. What if Taylor had died in there? What was she supposed to do!

When suddenly, from within the locker, she could her a sound. And what a terrible sound it was. It sounded like an old computer starting up. Like the one her father had kept in the basement, before she had it converted to a place where she could hang with her cape friend. But contrary to with the old pc. This sound got louder and louder, all the while getting faster and more high-pitched. At the point of it reaching its crescendo she could feel a sort of sticky something making its way down the side of her face. And the sound was gone. Completely gone. She looked over to where her friends/co-conspirators were, just moments before. Only to see Madison, on the floor, gripping her head and screaming in pain. To her left she found Sophia, with blood trickling out of her eyes. Flickering in-and-out of her shadow state, trying to lessen the damage that she was clearly taking.

Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Only to be replaced by the horrible screeching of rending metal. As a metallic hand, with razor sharp, pointed fingers, simply tore its way through the metal door of the locker. The very same locker where they had just locked Taylor inside, less than half an hour ago. The hand grabbed the lock, and squeezed. The lock simply ceased to be. And in its place, were a fist-sized hole in the metal. Through which could be seen something red and glowing. It was glowing like an ember, with an almost dull red. But behind the dullness. There was an intensity, as if the light of a thousand furnaces, had been condensed into just one tiny speck of light.

She felt her knees go weak, and she fell to the floor. The reality of what she had just done, hitting her like a small freight train. She had made Taylor trigger. And now she was likely to take it out on the person who had been the cause of all of her misery.

Then the door opened, agonizingly slowly it seemed. And there she stood. Taylor, in all of her blood-soaked and filth-encrusted glory.

Her eye… OH GOD! Her right eye was no longer there. In its stead, was a baleful red light, encased in what looked like metal and wires.

And her arm… It was likewise gone. Replaced with a beautiful, yet macabre, masterfully, and elaborately decorated robotic arm.

And oh boy, did she look mad. She looked straight at her former friend, before uttering a single, static-laced "YOU!"

Before she took two steps, out of the locker. And then falling flat on her face. Quite possibly fainting from the exhaustion of her ordeal.