Run away!

With out even stopping to consider what the ramifications might be, you take off in the opposite direction as quickly as your legs can take you.

"Get back here!" you hear the beheamoth call out angrily. You're all but certain that he's taken off after you, and now all you can do is pray that you outrun him.

You fly through the first set of doors and turn the first corner without missing a beat. You move so quickly, in fact, that you barely notice someone stepping out in front of you before slamming face-first into them.

"Goddammit!" you hear them shout in pain. "What the hell was that for?"

You shake your head as you wait for the dizziness in your vision to clear up, but you feel something hard slam against your has before you have a chance to see straight.

"Get up! I'm kickin' your ass!" you hear them shout. You let out a light squeal of fear as you feel a hand grab ahold of the front of your shirt and jerk you up off the floor. You blink a few times to clear up the last of the fogginess, and soon you find yourself face to face with what you could swear is just about the hottest little spitfire you've ever seen. Her shoulder-length hair is almost completely jet-black, save for a single stripe of red located in her bangs, and her gear-shaped eyes are unlike anything you've ever seen on a person before. You can't help but stare at her face as she holds you against the wall. Soon, she takes note of your staring, however, and her head behind to tilt in confusion.

"What the hell are you lookin' at?" she asks with a furrowed brow. She turns her head to see if there's someone standing behind her, but moves her focus back on you when she sees that you're alone.

"Well?"

At this point, you're at a loss for words. You continue to stare at her face until something draws your attention elswhere. You look down and notice that she's not wearing the same uniform as the other students. Her navy blue midriff exposes her taught belly, and her short skirt is riding dangerously close to exposing her underwear. A line of drool begins to stream down the corner of your mouth, and it doesn't take long for her to figure out what's going on in that head of yours.

"You perv!" she snarls as she slams your back into the wall behind you. You watch in terror as she clenches her fist in anger. You tell yourself that this is the end, when suddenly you hear a loud, furious clamoring, and remember that you're being pursued.