"Look what we go here. So nice to see you again (Y/N)."

Zeke and Cecile tower over me. I rub my cheek and stay on the ground. Zeke kicks me in the stomach, causing my to fly backwards. My back aces from hitting the wall. I can fight them as long as they dont touch my skin. Skin on skin, is a no go. If they do, then I will gain their ability. What even is Cecile's ability?

I stand up and take a fighting stance. I activate my ability, so I can heal myself up along the way.

"Bring it Bitches."

Zeke comes at me and I simply dodge him and knee him in the face. He looks surprised that I acted so fast. I mean, I have great reaction time, but my ability also enhances my speed and strength.

I kick him and he goes flying into the wall. Cecile just stands there.

"What, don't want to fight me? That makes sense actually, I wouldn't want to fight me either."

"And why is that?"

I laugh.

"Because..." I take a fighting stance.

"I am so much stronger than you think."

I charge at her and go to kick her. She activates her ability and ropes comes out and grabs my body. Her ropes miss my skin, which is lucky for me. But what is not lucky is the fact that she punches me in the face.

It hasn't been a week yet, fuck!

I fall on the ground, and wince in pain as the gash forms on my back. Cecile grabs Zeke and runs off. The pain over whelms me, and I cry out. I feel someone tap my shoulder, and it is Isen.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

I shake my head and the tears start flowing from my eyes. The pain soon causes me to back out.

I wake up to John yelling at Isen.

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU SAVED HER! GET OUT!"

"John stop." I try to sit up, but it doesn't work.

"You need the help." He sighs.

"Isen, get the rubbing alcohol, bandages, cotton balls, q-tips, scissors, and a hand towel." He runs off.

"(Y/N), can you get on your stomach?"

I nod and turn over, but not without pain shooting through me. Isen comes back, with everything.

"Give me the scissors." Isen hands it to John. John cuts open my shirt. Isen's eyes widen when he sees my back.

"There are so many scars." I try to ignore him.

"Oh, that was one of my favorite shirts."

"Get over it. Here." He hands my the towel and I bite down on it. I hold my hand to Isen and he takes it.

"You ready?" John says, holding the cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. I nod and close my eyes for the pain to come. When it does, I bite down on the towel, probably break Isen's hand, and try not to scream.

This continues for about 30 minutes, non-stop pain. Not the worst feeling in my life, but definitely up there.

They help me into a sitting position, so John can wrap me up. Thank god it was on my lower back, or that would've been awkward. John goes to grab me a shirt. He hands me a black one, an I put it on.

"Thanks, guys."

"No problemo." Isen says. He sits down next to me.

"I'll explain everything tomorrow, I'm to tired to do it now." I say, resting my head on his shoulder. I close my eyes, and soon drift off to sleep.