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That’s when Dahlia really got scared.
That’s when Marcy suddenly sat up, reached for her with hands that no longer twitched, and tried to bite Dahlia’s face off.
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Marcy let out a scream like a panther. High and shrill and ear-shattering.
She flung herself at Dahlia and suddenly the little princess was all fingernails and snapping teeth and surprising strength. The two girls fell back onto the wet floor. Dahlia screamed too. Really loud. A big, long wail of total surprise and horror.
Teeth snapped together with a porcelain clack an inch from her throat. Marcy bore her down and began climbing on top of her, moving weirdly, moving more like an animal than a girl. She was far stronger than Dahlia would have imagined, but it wasn’t some kind of superpower. No, Marcy was simply going totally nuts on her, throwing everything she had into attacking. Being insane.
Being . . .
Dahlia had no word for it. All she could do or think about was not dying.
The teeth snapped again and Dahlia twisted away, but it was so close that for a moment she and the crazy girl were cheek to cheek.
“Stop it!” screamed Dahlia, shoving at Marcy with all her strength.
Marcy flipped up and over and thudded hard onto the concrete floor. She lay there, stunned for a moment.
Dahlia was stunned too. She’d never really used her full strength before either. Never had to. Not even in jujutsu or field hockey or any of the other things she’d tried as part of a failed fitness and weight loss program. She’d never tried to really push it to the limit before. Why would she?
But now.
Marcy had gone flying like she was made of crêpe paper.
Dahlia stared for a second. She said, “Hunh.”
Marcy stared back. She hissed.
And flung herself at Dahlia as if falling hard on the ground didn’t matter.
Dahlia punched her.
In the face.
In that prom-girl face.
Hard.
Really damn hard.
Dahlia wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She didn’t think it through. She was way too scared for anything as orderly as that. She just hauled off and hit.
Knuckles met expensive nose job.
Nose collapsed.
Marcy’s head rocked back on her neck.
She went flying backward. Landed hard. Again.
Dahlia scrambled to her feet and in doing so kicked something that went skittering across the floor.
The knife.
She looked at it. Marcy, with her smashed nose and vacant eyes, looked at it.
