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White Starsthe little Irken whimpered softly, like a dog. pinned to the lockers by a group of bullies, he cowered and attempted to shield his face with his arms, which were quickly snatched away and slammed into the cold metal. one of the boys lifted a switch-knife from his pocket and flipped it out. it made a sickening -sssffffikkkcc-, the sound of a well oiled hinge. a hinge ready to swing into battle..quick as a fox, he plunged it into the tiny bug's middle, summoning a strangled yelp. he squirmed desperately as the knife was dragged smoothly up from just above his hip to just below his scrawny ribs. the bigger human child then drew it over his chest, leaving deep gashes in his wake. as the chokingly sweet scent of Irken blood hit my nose, and the pepto-bizmo pink fluid pooled at the floor, i realized that i had to do something. ignoring the strange fluttering in my belly, i threw myself at the biggest bully and bowled him over.he screamed and shouted, but it faded into a droning roar when i