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As the vision faded Wednesday's body sagged , arresting her fall only by grabbing the nearby locker door. Pugsley's concerned cries from around his gag coming from below as he wiggled himself towards her. Instinctively she reach for her abdomen, feeling for the stab wound that had killed her. Pulling her shirt up and examining the pristine flesh. "Goody...".
Wednesday flung one of her blades into one of Pugsley's ropes. Enough for even someone as pathetic as him to escape on his own, but not enough for him to follow her. Shoving her way through the mass of mindless hormonal sheep that made up this juvenile penitentiary, making her way towards the nearest exit. She had plans to put in motion.