"What are you?" "Not what you think I am, or should be." Academy for the Unnatural.  Their motto is Naturale enim est Unnatural. Or, Natural for the Unnatural. Funny thing is. It’s anything but.

The girl fell to her side, trying to quiet her breath as she leaned against the wall, clutching onto her right shoulder blade as her brown eyes focused on the huff of breath trailing in the chilly winter air.  She looked around at the dimly lit alley, hidden by restaurant trashcans and brick walls. A rat scurried once in a while across the path, darting through empty soda cans and half eaten desserts. Her clothes were tattered, her black shirt now a mushy wet scrap of cloth hanging by