Attack

Roxanne was still in shock at what had happened to her. She’d come so close to disaster because of all her gloating and messing around. Now, she couldn’t afford any more mistakes. Here she was with her pants practically hanging by a thread.

She got to her feet as the frozen cogs and gears in her head began to turn again. It was only baby powder she’d sprayed into Skyler’s face. It wouldn’t cause any permanent damage (probably) but it would give her a little time.

“God damn it,” she muttered as she picked the wedgie out of her ass and tried to regain some semblance of composure.

Roxanne went back into her other pocket and picked out the Roxy Cutter yet again. It had served its purpose, but she didn’t think she’d use it again after this. Getting too close to her victims was much too risky after this.

But as she looked back at her dishevelled and ruined hairstyle in the reflection of the blade, her mind turned again.

Rip my clothes apart, will you? Wedgie me, will you? Threaten to take MY pants off, will you? Oh no, no, no…

Her angry internal monologue led her back down the stairs again. Fuelled by rage, she refocused herself back on Skyler, who was still trying to clear her eyes of the baby powder.

The entire front of her face, neck, and chest was coated like that of a ghost. Each blink of her eyes showed a ghoulish red from the irritation. But she could see. She’d be fine. Roxanne was sure of it.

Roxy approached with as much silence as she could, moving behind her, ignoring the strips of fabric removed from her pants, her discarded socks, and lost sneakers.

Only one thing was on her mind.