• I was walking down the street. The rain pounded on my face. I was trying to stop the blood with my hands. But it still dripped through my fingers. I was so tired. Today was a hard day. I arrived at home. I was soaked and the blood still flowed out of my cuts at a steady pace. No one should have seen me, but I didn't have the energy to jump to super speed. I couldn't jump the stairs with such low energy either, there were too many. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and headed straight for my room. I threw myself on the bed and grabbed the first aid kit off the side table. I took a bandage out and covered the worst of the wounds. The wounds he gave me. Nobody knows his true identity but we call him the White Warrior. He's very mysterious. I remember his eyes. I can only remember his eyes in fact because, like me, he wears a mask. What's even weirder is that his eyes are very similar to those of Joemaydee. Joemaydee is a student at our school. He's a very quiet boy. He rarely talks to anyone. But every once in a while he'll talk to me or Nikki. He and I are just friends but some people think otherwise. sometimes Nikki and I talk about him. I remember the day he saved my life...

    We were in study hall and he was sitting a couple of tables over when, out of nowhere, he jumped up, ran towards me and tackled me to the ground just as a knife flew past where my head had been not 5 seconds ago.
    "That would have killed you, you need to be more careful" he said smiling
    "You saved my life. As a thank you, I now owe my life to you" I replied. He helped me up then said
    "No problem, just be more careful" and then he was gone. Yeah, his eyes definetley look like the White Warriors. I told Nikki about that.
    "Maybe your right, maybe he is the White Warrior. But you could be wrong" She said.
    "I don't think he is" I sighed.
    "Are you sure 'bout that?" I wasn't sure so I just said
    "Maybe Nikki.Maybe"

    I've finished wrapping my wounds and I look out the window and listen to the rain. It's almost like a song made by nature. A shadow passes by my window. I ignore it at first, but then I hear a sound like footsteps above me. I freeze in fear. Someones on the roof.