(Warning: this post has a little brutality into it)
Mikaela's ear perk up as she pick up a really juicy info. She licked her lips and smirk before entering a room with a few people, some are older, younger and the same age as her and her sister. She walk in with lazy strides ignoring the two people at the entrance 'Who are they again?'
"Hey toss it here." A brunette shouted at her.
"You know, you're pretty pale, you better let that little fellow go before he decides to paint your pretty face in purple" A black haired boy said.
Mik snapped out of her trance as she found herself already seated on one of the chairs. In her typical position at the very back, next to the window. She smirked again 'Oh yeah it's those Seniors?~' she set her eyes on them, glowing with mischief as her eyes landed on the black haired boy. 'Seniors are typically meanies. I cant believe she stand up for one.' Her smirk turn into a straight line, glancing towards the pipsqueak named, Lucy. She looked at the back of her head as if she was figuring out a puzzle. She grin 'They might have some sort of a relationship with them.~ Hm~ I wonder~' her eyes sweep the place once again before setting them back towards the boy.
'If I take one of your pokeballs, eh? You will get mad? That will be interesting~' she giggled in her head as she runs her finger at a Pokéball. Which is not hers. 'Let's see how far your anger can take you, Ryuu-chan (Dragon-chan).'
She scoff looking at the Pokéball. 'Why did I even bother doing this things? Adults are always like adults. They think they're higher than everyone, they'll crush anyone that would even dare try and sit beside their high thrones.' As she thought of this, her face morph into a scowl and her amber eyes glowed more reddish than it's original color.
A man was beating her disable best friend. He was shouting something that Mikaela can't understand. She doesn't need to. She already knew. She gritted her teeth as her eyes turn scarlet from anger. She set her Rowlet down who was gawking at the scene, she felt through her pocket until she feels the satisfying sharpness of her military pocket knife. A gift from her soon-to-be abusive father. She walk towards the man, without making any sound, as the man raise up his fat fist again. Mikaela made her move. Red. Everything. Everywhere. The man fall limp but still alive, unfortunately. She growled and rush towards Chastisy. She was bruised, black and blue, and she's not breathing.
"Adults... Senior... Tch, what a bunch of jokers. They're so funny I forgot how to laugh." She muttered, as two teardrops fall on her fingers and onto the Pokéball. She snarl, before sliding on her hood, hiding the Pokéball inside the pocket of her second jacket. She looked up at the ceiling not bothering to stop the tears since she knew that nobody will notice them. 'Seniors need to be thought a lesson. I'll make my mark and soon everyone will fear me. They wil stay away from Irenea. They wont hurt her, just like how they hurt Chastisy. I wont allow it.'