~-No calm before this storm-~

[dzan]

It hasn't changed much since I was last here.. It's still dull.. boring.. it's still cluttered with insignificant little runts. Stupid little whelps. These students are not the future.. I am the future.. I am far more then they will ever be.. And one day.. They will see it..

Red-rimmed Hazel eyes glared about the hallway as Dzan entered the halls of a school he had entered long ago. But seeing as his father was in.. some deep shit, they had to leave the country for a few weeks. But he was back now. And he wasn't happy. His unstable mind contemplated many, many new things. He was quite ready to rip through the student body. To make them all bleed.

Was he going to kill them all? Course not. Then he would have no one to play with! No, he would simply wound them. It was fun to play with wounded animals, right? Oh yes. How he loved to toy with people. To screw with their minds. To play god. Oh how fun it was. And he just loved to cause pain. In fact, he had the urge to do it at this moment. He had just returned to this school, and already he couldn't help but think of sinking his teeth into someone's throat.

~-I CaME tO BRInG ThE PAiN-~
~-HaRDcOre FroM THe braIN-~
~-LEts Go InsIdE mY HOuSE To plaY-~

He hadn't been walking too long now, before he would finally set his eyes on a rather attractive female. His eyes widening slightly, a large crazy smile playing on his pale face. Sharpened and filed teeth, slightly tinted yellow showing. Yes. The girl would do for the time being. eyes narrowing as he moved in on his pray. Last moment though, she would turn, straight into a girls bathroom. Perfect. Solitude inside. His leather body suit would stretch as he made a quick movement and sprung through the doorway. And there she was, standing, staring into a mirror, playing with her hair. Typical female.

Odd laugher would begin to sound out, and with widened eyes that student would turn, and once she saw the crazy pale boy, she would scream out. It was quite loud, and there was no doubt that someone had heard it. but he wouldn't allow her to do it again. He would lunge foreword, his hands out in front of him, finger nails sharp as knives, flashing through the air and ripping through the flesh of her face. Blood. Lots of it. More screams, that was until his left hand wrapped around her throat and he slammed her head against the mirror. Ah yes, pure violence. No reason at all, yet it was done. And he was quite happy. And as the girl lay upon the bathroom floor, whimpering in pain, Dzan would simply crouch down, open his mouth and allow his tongue to slide over the four slightly deep gashes across the left side of her face.

"Gahaha.. Hahaha..haha..ha.."

Standing up once again, he would whip his left arm cross his face, leaving only small traces of blood as he turned and walked back to the bathroom door. He wondered what would be awaiting him once he got out there.. Crowds? Or no one at all? Dzan wasn't sure. Nor did he care. If someone confront him, he wouldn't hesitate to do the same to them. After all. He was above them all. He was more then they were. They, the students of such a pitiful school, are nothing. Incomplete. Imperfect.