Narrative: Jadyn bullie's the bullies Date: October 21, After school (Backdated) (Sorry this is so late ^_^') Characters: Jadyn Ishii, all of Jaime's would-be bullies Location: Behind the bleachers on the football field Warnings: Violence (the one thing Jadyn does best) Summary: Jadyn handles some unfinished business
Jadyn looked around at her handiwork with a growing sense of satisfaction. Littered on the ground around her were six large male bodies. Six still male bodies. She smiled. These were the boys that had antagonized Jaime in one way or another ever since he first arrived to McKinley High. She’d spent the last week hovering around the halls of the school, looking for them, which she had to admit was pretty easy. She only had to start with the bullies terrifying other helpless victims.
She’d had to put more effort into actually avoiding Jaime while she was there, than finding the people he’d told her about. She knew he could feel her, the same way she could feel him, and had to be wary of where she was following her targets. Especially after that first day when she’d gotten too close while he was talking to who she assumed was ‘Rachel’.
He hadn’t told her much about the other girl when she’d asked that day at the zoo, pointing out that it was their day and that they’d have plenty of time to talk about his friends another day. So she’d let it go, but as she watched them that day, trying to focus on picking out their voices out of the crowd, she’d become a little wary. They didn’t look like friends, and Jadyn couldn’t be sure from her distance and hiding spot behind a row of lockers, but she thought that was the same girl Jaime had been with on Columbus Day. When she took a step closer to see, Jaime had sharply turned his head to look around. Instantly realizing that he was looking for her, she turned around and walked in the opposite direction, grateful that her hair was dyed since he would be looking for white blond hair in the crowd, instead of his own dark color.
After that, she’d stuck to simply finding every one of her targets, studying their schedules and habits, and figuring out what was the best way to lure all of them to her when she was ready. That part had been the easiest. Since they traveled in packs, she only had to affront one and then goad them until she had the ones she wanted. When they excused that she was lucky that they were still in school, she taunted that she could take a bunch of pansies like them anywhere at anytime. That was how they’d ended up behind the bleachers after school at the end of the week.
Jadyn had been pleased when the all six of the ones she’d called out had actually showed up. She supposed that it helped that she’d ‘slushied’ one or two of them, taunting that it was just a cool, refreshing reminder that they had a date. They’d surrounded her, cracking their knuckles and giving her malicious smiles, as if they had the upper hand. She’d changed their minds about that soon enough.
She toyed with them first, not wanting to scare them off before they’d learned the lesson she planned to teach. She stuck to her Tai Chi training, pushing them around and humiliating them into a frenzy while allowing them to land a few blows of their own. She’d been experimenting with just how much damage her body could take because of her abilities, but when one of them punched her solidly in the face, she decided that playtime was over. She brought her speed into play, dealing with each of them thoroughly. She broke limbs, fractured bones, dislocated joints, and tore ligaments. By the time she was done, she was covered in blood, some her own, most of it theirs.
She looked over them again, spotting that one of them was still conscious, just barely. She knelt on one knee beside him, noting his still bleeding broken nose and massively swollen right eye. When the clouded over left one finally focused on her, she could clearly see the terror that lay within, the sudden smell of urine tainting the air. She ignored it, instead leaning closer to him.
“Can you hear me?” She asked, making sure to keep her voice low since she was still pretending to be Jaime. The boy gave the smallest of nods before releasing an agonized groan.
“Good. I want you to look at me. I want you to remember what I look like. And most of all, I want you to remember just how quickly your life can turn tragic should you ever mess with me again. Do you understand?” When he whimpered pitifully, she smirked. “Great. Tell your friends.”
She got to her feet again and left them where they were, making her way to the front of the bleachers. She stopped just long enough to reach her bloodied hand into her pocket to retrieve a cigarette. She frowned as blood stained the pristine white paper, but she brought it to her lips none the less. Taking out her zippo with the white tiger head on it, she lit the cigarette, replaced the lighter, and inhaled deeply. Blowing out a long stream of smoke, she walked off the field.