stabs knife into wall

The blue-haired girl slunk into the crowd with the same frightened eyes as that bird in the poem, disappearing even as the resource officer in her uniform strode from among the gawking students, leveling her electric weapon. “Drop the knife!”
Ryn blinked through the haze, weary. “It wasn’t—”
The officer fired and Ryn was barely cognizant enough to catch the barbed prongs in her palm, the tingle rousing her. The snarl she loosed sent everyone, officer included, clearing the floor around her. She presented the knife to the officer, then drove it forcefully into the wall’s cinder blocks, to the hilt. “Take it,” she spat. “If you can.”


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