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There are two dead men in this school, two men she's torn to pieces, shredding them like they're nothing. Like they're just nothing. It's like a drug, burning through her system, hot and dark and like nothing she's ever felt before, but Ginger knows there isn't going to be a crash. She's a fucking werewolf, after all, not a junkie and she can't

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Standing in the shadows of the treeline, Sarah wonders at the parallels. Young girl standing there, dripping in blood, her horrified screams rattling the trees, and for a moment Sarah hears her own screams echoing into the darkness, nearly a year ago.

But this girl, standing just outside the compound, rabid and out of control... they wouldn't leave her alone the way they had Sarah. "You'll want to calm down," she suggests, a toneless voice proceeding the woman who steps out into the clearing.

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"And you'll want to tell me where the fuck I am and what the fuck you did to me," Ginger snaps in response, her entire body turning toward the sound of the voice. Somehow this is Sam's fault, that dirty little shit who's just trying to get into her sister's pants. Somehow he's done this to her, he's sent her somewhere.

God, when she gets her hands on him, she's going to fucking kill him. She's going to kill him and she's going to love it.

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"You're standing a few yards from the police department office, they're not going to let you stand here screaming," she says just as calmly, warning and hoping the girl is coherent enough to listen.

"You're on an island. Apart from that, there isn't much I can tell you."

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Ginger thinks about giving another sarcastic reply, but the mention of the police stops her and her gaze flickers briefly to the building she's come out of. She can probably take them, she's stronger than she's ever been, but she doesn't want to if she doesn't have to.

"What do you mean I'm on an island?" she asks, rubbing her bloody palms against the front of her skirt. That doesn't make any sense. A person can't go from being in Baily Downs to being on a fucking island.

Then again, she used to think werewolves weren't real either.

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"An island. You can see for yourself," she says with a sweep of her hand, making it clear that she won't stop the girl from going wherever she pleases.

There is blood everywhere but Sarah hardly seems fazed.

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"Why the hell would I be on an island? I was just in Baily Downs. Canada?" Ginger asks and she's stunned enough for a moment that she isn't even being sarcastic. It shouldn't be possible, it really shouldn't be, but here she is and nothing looks familiar.

Reaching up with one hand, Ginger wipes her mouth against her palm and it's only then that she notices her nails. "What the fuck?" she asks, looking down at her hands, spreading her fingers as she examines what's left behind.

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"I don't know, it happens to all of us here," she says. Watching her, Sarah assumes she means the blood, caked dark and thick on the young girl's hands. "It isn't yours." It isn't a question.

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Ginger's head jerks up at the statement and she clenches her hands tightly into fists, trying not to look guilty. The fact that she feels guilty at all is strange, she hasn't felt guilt like this in days.

"So?" she asks immediately, her jaw setting hard.

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"I can show you where there's water. A waterfall, not far from here and you can wash it off. Or we'll go inside, where there are showers," she says, nodding toward the concrete block over the girl's shoulder.

She understands why the girl might not want to go in there.

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"I don't want to go back in there," Ginger answers immediately, casting a dark glance at the Compound. She doesn't know what's in there, but it isn't her school and she doesn't want to find out yet.

"I don't..." But she doesn't know what she wants to say and so she just scowls down at her hands before looking at the other woman.

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"You can come with me, or not, I won't force you," she says, turning toward the path and lingering for a moment for her to make her choice.

She's unarmed, but even so, even with all the violence she's seen in the girl's eyes, she feels no danger here. She's seen worse monsters.

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For a moment, Ginger just watches the other woman, then takes a step forward, frowning faintly. Everything is different here and she's only been here a few minutes, but she can tell. "How far is it?" she asks after a moment, picking blood out from under the nails.

And they're just nails now.

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"A mile. Maybe a little more," she says, taking the girl down through the easiest route. She wasn't dressed for all this heat.

"I'm Sarah," she says, and it's more out of necessity than any wish to be polite. She's forgotten most social conventions, but she still understands the power of a name.

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Even though it's warm, Ginger hugs her sweater closer to her body, feeling strange and out of place. She's felt this way all her life, but now Brigitte isn't here to make it any easier and she doesn't know how the hell she's going to get home.

Part of her doesn't even want to go home.

"Ginger," she answers a second later. "I... people don't react like you do when they see me." She remembers how Brigitte had screamed.

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"I suppose I'm not like most people," she admits. From the moment she watched the girl burst through the compound doors, Sarah wasn't sure what she saw was real. It takes a lot to rattle her, and reality is never quite as horrible as those things trapped up inside her mind.

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"You and me both," Ginger mutters to herself, wiping her chin again, trying to wipe away the blood there. Somehow it doesn't taste as good as it had only moments earlier and the smell isn't nearly as enjoyable as she'd first thought. "It was just an accident," she murmurs.