Zena: The Last Fight
Back School

Zena stared at the five-story tall building after parking the motorbike. His forehead frowned, looking at the activity that seemed ordinary. Is it after William is gone that he will still hear the screams of yesterday? Let's just see!

Zena sighed before swinging both feet into the school hallway. Walking alone no friend to talk to. Stepping quietly as if enjoying the sunny weather that morning.

"You know, I heard that the mysterious William died yesterday" said the man who walked behind him.

"Oh, is that why this school was closed yesterday?" Another voice chimed. Zena was silent, sharpening her wit to get information that she did not know.

"Of course, I heard he was close to the Headmaster. What, yes ..if not mistaken, one of the teachers here is the William family. Maybe in his honor the school was closed."

Zena frowned, latest information. A teacher who was definitely involved with William. He has to find out. Zena stopped her steps, pretending to allow the shoelaces to let the three students pass.

Bruk!

"Aragh!"

Someone hit his ass, and fell backward. While Zena did not move a bit from where she was. He turned his head and found a black student grimacing while holding his butt.

Zena stood up straight, walked over and stuck out her hand. He smiled kindly as the student looked up at him. He threw out Zena's hand shyly and reluctantly because the girl was not yet famous in the school.

"Sorry to make you fall. I'm Zena." Zena stretched her hand back after it slipped out of her grasp.

He smiled clumsily, shook Zena's hand and mentioned her name, "Sarah."

"Are you in a hurry?" zena asked, looking down at Sarah's bowed face. It's from a black race with hair that expands like a birdcage.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I accidentally hit you," she said. He continued to look down not daring to lift his face, his fingers clutched tightly to the book he was carrying. I don't know why in Zena's eyes the girl was scared.

"Hey, Sarah! Why do you seem to be scared? Is there something disturbing?" asked Zena slightly bent down to be able to see the face of the schoolgirl.

His face glittered with sweat filling up, those eyes even glazed over to cry. What was?

"Hey, are you crying? What's up?" Zena again made a sound when she saw the shoulder of the student shaking with a sobbing sounding soft.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't accidentally, please don't punish me! Don't punish me! I was completely unintentional. I'm sorry!" his cerocos while bowing many times.

The frown on Zena's forehead deepened, what happened? He looked around worried that someone saw Sarah's actions who kept bowing to apologize to him.

"Stop!" Zena held both of the girl's shoulders. Helping her stand up straight, scoured the face that had been flooded by tears mixed with sweat.

"Do I look scary in your eyes?" Zena shook Sarah's shoulder gently, "lift your face and look at me!" A commanding voice full of authority can not be denied the black girl.

Slowly he raised his face and looked at Zena still as he pleased. He looked frightened, his eyes were emitting uneasiness as well as deep agony. What the hell's going on?

"See you scared? What's going on?" Zena took a peek at the face, her two manics scanning, diving into Sarah's brown iris.

"W-W-w-w-w-wouldn't you punish me?" Sarah asked with a dumb tongue and faltered due to her sobs.

"Why should I punish you?" zena asked not to understand.

"Aren't you one of them? See your skin is very white and clean, you are also beautiful even though you are not dressed up. I thought you were from that group," she said still slightly trembling.

"group? Which group? I don't get it. You need to know, I've only been in school for a day. Not knowing anything about the group you mentioned earlier," said Zena with a faint smile. This may be important information for him.

"really?" Zena nodded for sure. Sarah wiped her tears quickly, a smile rose on her voluminous lips, happy that Zena was not the group she feared.

"They named themselves white tigers, consisting of four white girls with above-average faces. They're martial arts, but they're abusing their abilities." Sarah took a breath.

The two continued their steps together down the school hallway. Zena glanced, she saw clearly Sarah's fingers clutched tightly to the book she was carrying. He was terrified as if he was telling a mysterious experience.

"They often bullied other girls who were weaker than them. Especially black people like me. Just a day I can't be late to deposit with them in exchange for a sense of calm and comfort studying at this school" he said with a heavy and long breath he did.

"Deposit? Did they do the tasting? Sort of pungli ... like that?" Zena looked at him with a folded forehead.

Sarah looked at him, smiling bitterly at Zena's confusion. Holy hooch! Zena rubbed her face, it was unexpected that at school there was something like that.

"Then, you guys just shut up? Not trying to fight, is that it?" Zena. More and more curious about the group of white tigers.

"How do we fight? Power? We don't have it. Strength? What else ... I remind you, Zena. Never look for trouble with them because the four girls will not hesitate to give you punishment even physically hurt you," Sarah recalled half-whispering because the hall began to crowded.

The two no longer talk until they have to separate at an intersection. They made an appointment to go together to the cafeteria and make friends. Unknowingly they were being watched, four pairs of eyes stared intently at Zena from behind a classroom window.

"Who is the student who came with the birdcage?"

"Looks like a new student. I heard he moved out and only had one day of school."

"Oh, easy target. Look at his appearance, it looks like we're going to get a lot of money out of him."

"You're right."

The smiles of the demons imprinted viciously on their faces. The four of them left the empty classroom letting a student curl up alone inside.

Unfortunately, the student! His clothes were torn apart, and there were bruises on his arms. He clenched his own body, sitting in a corner with a bitter cry. His body trembled, both shoulders shaken due to the endless pace of crying.

Until the entrance bell rang, he did not leave the warehouse.

Zena stepped slowly into the classroom, looking down as all eyes were on her. Sitting on the bench with no intention of greeting all his unknown friends. Waiting for a teacher who will give you the materials for today.

Brak!

Someone's breaking his desk. Zena closed her eyes in surprise, but tried to remain calm without being carried away by the current. He opened his eyes again, glancing at the sassy hand that was on the table. He wanted to cut off the hand and give it to the Tigris.

Sassy!