She lives sort of

Marguerita Perez lay there on the girls' bathroom floor, her blood pooling around her. The wreckage of the bathroom walls and doors digging into her back. Her vision turned blurry from the stream of blood pouring out of her. She tried to call out and get help before she bled out and died. Her mind turning on what happened to leave her like this.

The freak that had turned into a monster and thrown her across the room. It had been a cheap shot, as who expected the mouse that was Isla Brown to do anything to anybody? The girl couldn't say no to anything, much less fight anyone. Though apparently she could fight well enough with superpowers. It was all so much bullshit; she was one of the best and most dangerous Latina women at school.

So to be taken out by a mouse with no warning was humiliating. She could only hope no one figured out who had done her in. Her crew would laugh to the day they died if they found out that mousy girl Isla took her out, superpowers or not. As she lost even greater feeling in her body, she could only be glad that her dying was making the wood digging into her not hurt as much.

Though before she could pass away completely, the door opened, and Daryn Porter walked in. She was in her cheerleader outfit. Her long brown hair waving behind her as she came closer to Marguerita Perez. For a moment hope flared in what remained of her chest, hoping that Daryn would help stem the bleeding as best she could while calling for help.

To Marguerita Perez's surprise, she didn't do that, and instead she calmly walked over and kneeled down next to her. "Help me, you stupid bitch!" Marguerita Perez whispered harshly to Daryn, her desperation very evident. Daryn was not intimidated; instead, she gave Marguerita Perez a creepy smile and stared deeply into her with her light brown eyes.

"Of course I'll help you." Daryn Porter said her happy voice and creepy smile told Marguerita Perez that she would not like how Daryn helped. She was right as Daryn held out her hand and slowly black sludge caked off her fingers next to Marguerita. The black sludge moved on its own not too long after it was dropped on the floor. The strange moving sludge closed in on her quickly, jumping her thigh and moving up.

Marguerita Perez watched in horror as the living black sludge moved into her chest. It quickly closed the wounds and began moving deeper inside of her ruined chest. Marguerita could feel something was wrong as she felt the black sludge move more deeply into her body. Its actions caused her to try and shout out so someone would help her with this crazy chick.

She was about to scream as loud as possible for anyone to help when she felt tightness around her chest preventing her from screaming out. Marguerita looked in fear at the ever-growing black sludge on her chest, realizing it was doing more than healing her; it was taking control of her. A dark feeling went down her spine at that realization.

She looked to Daryn for help, crying and repeatedly mouthing help at her in silence. Daryin simply stared at Marguerita. Daryn said nothing for a few hard pounding moments then eventually responded her creepy smile never leaving her face. "It's okay; you'll be his soon." Daryn said with the exact same look she had when she walked in not bothering to explain who he was or why she was doing this for him. The black sludge finally reached Marguerita Perez's head after traveling through her upper torso.

Marguerita Perez felt her mind disappearing as the black sludge altered her brain. Once it was done and the old Marguerita Perez was no more, the two girls got up and made their way out of the girl's bathroom. A greater swing in both their movements to make it easier for their daddy to see what they had to offer him. The change was clear to see, hinting at far more evil things to come.