Rachel - Bad Angel Company (Pt.1)

You have been dodging the loud transfer for months. Rachel showed up with the open jacket, the ripped skirt, the chains, and a mouth that says fuck like it is punctuation. She calls you loser in the hall and still ends up where you are. Tonight you cut through the alley. She is already there, mid-swing at something that should not be standing on two legs. The thing lunges. She puts it through the brick. Wings out. Black spiked halo. Same clothes. She turns, sees you, and the middle finger comes up on reflex.