My hand was warm, the skin itching like something was trying to claw its way through. I flexed my fingers, trying to relieve the annoyance. It didn’t abate. Instead, I reached for the blade at my back.
“Yeah, for you not to wreck this place or get us all killed just because you don’t get how things work around here.” As she stares me down, I feel others watching, others that aren’t screaming, aren’t afraid of me. Others like her, like me…different.