A/N: This is only the first half of Chapter 3, just because it's been a while since I updated and I figured I better get something out there. It'd be helpful if someone other than the Guest who commented on the prologue would let me know what they think of this so far. Oh, btw, you may have noticed that the title of this book has been changed. It used to be "Now He's Different", but I just changed it to "Bulletproof" because I think it fits better. Idk lol I just think "Bulletproof" has a nicer ring to it. I was gonna just do "Titanium", but I feel like that's too cliche. Anyways, enjoy!

-wolfstar

Cary's stomach twisted sickeningly as he stared at Blair's motionless body. His friends stood silent as he slowly moved towards her, rolling her over onto her back. Her skin was cold and paler than usual, her gray eyes glazed over. A trickle of dark blood ran from the corner of her mouth down her cheek. Cary, his eyes wide, leaned his head down and put his ear by her nose. Nothing. He grabbed her wrist, feeling for a pulse. Nothing.

"G-guys." He leaned back and quickly scooted away from her body. "She's dead. I-I killed her. I freakin' killed her!" He hated the sight of Blair's dead body, but he couldn't look away. He sat there, his eyes trained on her, breathing heavily. "What do I do? Oh, god, what do I do?"

He felt a hand on his shoulder and whipped his head around to see Joe. Joe's calming gaze locked with his, and Cary forced himself to stop panicking. Joe said firmly, "Cary. Calm down. It's gonna be alright."

"No, it's not!" Martin screamed in the background. "Blair's dead and its Cary's fault and Cary's gonna get arrested and sent to some mental facility and they're gonna do science experiments on him and oh god Cary you're gonna die!"

Alice shot Martin a glare. "Martin, stop it. You're making things worse."

"He's right." Charles pitched in. "Cary's gonna have the military after him."

Preston took a step towards Blair. "Are we sure she's dead? She could be in shock, or-"

"She's dead." Cary insisted. He scrambled to his feet and began backing away, drawing his lucky silver lighter from his pocket. He held it tightly, and was briefly reminded of how Joe used to hold his mother's locket when he was scared or stressed. "She's dead, and I'm gonna be just like her soon."

"Cary, they're not going to kill you." Joe soothed.

"Yes, they freakin' are, Joe!" Cary yelled. "I'm a freak and they're going to kill me!" Suddenly there was a pound of footsteps. They were soon joined by wailing sirens. Cary began panicking. "Great. The police are here."

He wasn't right, but he wasn't entirely wrong. It was worse than the police. A whole SWAT team was making their way through the building, on their way to the kids.

Cary spun around and spotted a whole in the wall of the school – they were on the second floor, so it would be quite a drop, but Cary had to risk it. He looked at his friends quickly. "Bye, guys."

"Bye?" Alice stepped towards him. "What do you mean?"

Cary pointed to the whole. "I have to go. I'm not going to let them catch me."

Joe's eyes widened. "Cary, no. We'll work it out. You'll say it was an accident."

"Do you really think that'll work?" Cary questioned. "Blair's dead. Even if the military don't kill me, Sam Boulevard will. You guys don't understand, I get it. But I'm dangerous, and someone else is gonna get hurt if I stick around. I have to go."

Charles and Preston exchanged nervous glances. Martin threw up on a few unconscious bodies.

Cary couldn't wait any longer – the military were nearing by the second. Taking a few deep breaths, he nodded shakily at his friends and ran for the gap in the crumbling wall. Just as he heard a, "Hey, stop!" from an armed man, Cary flung himself out of the school.