Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 5, 2007 21:21:01 GMT -8
Heavy footfalls sounded through the hallways of PHS #259. A dark shadow fell against a corridor wall as Veyugan's body moved through rays of light flowing in through the thin glass window panels. A bell sounded, allowing the students to merge into the same hallway Veyugan was occupying. The body came to a halt in the middle of traffic. A smirk of disgust plastered across Veyugan's face as his eyes flickered - bouncing from person to person. A sharp inhalation of oxygen was made, Veyugan's eyelids closing slowly over his white orbs. A male voice commanded Veyugan to move. The command would be disregarded, Veyugan letting no words flow from his mouth; however, his body remained positioned where it was. A flat palm struck Veyugan's back - causing him to take a step forward before being able to brace himself, stabling himself with his right foot. The same foot would be withdrawn, his knee coming to his chest swiftly. His body would contort, the right foot shooting out from under him. A ninety degree turn would be made, Veyugan's right shoulder pointing at the guy as the heel of his foot would strike against the man's chest. A crater would be made in the man's chest momentarily as the impact was made. Veyugan watched with amusement as the guy was lifted off his feet, flying backward into the crowd, knocking down several people in his flight.
Veyugan simply turned - walking onward to his destination. The roof. However, there was a mission to be accomplished on his way to there. As he flowed back in with the crowd, his right arm shot out, clutching a young male by his neck. The arm would be contracted, bringing the boys face toward Veyugan as his forehead would meet with the victim's. The force of the collision cause the fragile boy's forehead to become cut, blood flowing into his face. Veyugan would drop the boy, withdrawing his right foot, then firing it at the boy's kneecap. The force would break the leg in half, bending it in a direction that was never meant to go. Cries of pain would sound and people had not witnessed it would become aware. By this time, the boy Veyugan had kicked had returned - foot steps becoming louder. Veyugan heard the steps against the tiled ground, letting him become aware of his own predicament.
A smile spread across his lips once more as he decided to use the same exact attack he had used on the guy before. A dead on charge against a standing back kick would be a dangerous combination. The foot shot out once more, this time hitting a little lower than before - the gut. The boy's entire body would crater around Veyugan's leg before flying into the crowd once more. A short pause would be taken, Veyugan reaching into his pocket to bring his iPod earbuds to his ears. A heavy forefinger would tap the play button, and Veyugan's favorite fight song would play: In the House, In a Hearbeat. The iPod was pocketed, Veyugan taking in a deep breath as he scanned the crowd again. A circle was formed around him, a few male students stepping forward. A deep laugh would sound from Veyugan as two charged for him simutaneously. Veyugan would charge for the closest, grabbing the boy's fragile wrist as it was thrown toward his face. The fist would be propelled by Veyugan toward the other male that charged. It connected beautifully with the boy's nose, causing it to break with such a harmonic sound. Once the boy stumbled backward, Veyugan pulled the fist once more, bringing the held boy toward him. A simple side step was made as Veyugan thrust his right knee into the stomach of the boy. Blood was spat from the boy's mouth as he let out an agonizing groan. Veyugan would then thrust his right elbow into the back of the boy's skull, knocking him out swiftly.
Another charged, and was laid out clean with one punch to the face. The humorous thing, the boy's body continued to move forward after being punched. The head would whip backward as the body would fly under Veyugan's arm. A snicker would be made as Veyugan would turn toward one curve of the circle. His body bolted forward - fists flying as he ran, striking random students with no remorse.
White orbs flickered between the students, looking for the door. At last, he came upon it. Veyugan grabbed another male student, dragging him to the door with him. Veyugan opened the door quickly, turning to position the boy's head between the frame and the door itself. His left hand shot out, grasping the handle as he pulled it toward him with all his might. It smacked against the boy's temple, causing his eardrums to rupture from the pressure, and allowing blood to flow into the doorway.
His body ascended quickly, reaching the roof in record time. A slow approach would be made to the far edge of the roof - allowing Veyugan a clear view of the courtyard below him. His breathing would slow, the adrenaline leaving him as his snickered to himself almost silently. All this was done for one reason only - a hope to be 'corrected'. Veyugan had caught wind of a certain facility that students who needed correction were sent to. Also, listening closely to a police radio, he had overheard something interesting about the place, and what went on inside. He wasn't exactly sure... but, nothing would stop him from finding out.
All he had to do now ... was wait.
Veyugan simply turned - walking onward to his destination. The roof. However, there was a mission to be accomplished on his way to there. As he flowed back in with the crowd, his right arm shot out, clutching a young male by his neck. The arm would be contracted, bringing the boys face toward Veyugan as his forehead would meet with the victim's. The force of the collision cause the fragile boy's forehead to become cut, blood flowing into his face. Veyugan would drop the boy, withdrawing his right foot, then firing it at the boy's kneecap. The force would break the leg in half, bending it in a direction that was never meant to go. Cries of pain would sound and people had not witnessed it would become aware. By this time, the boy Veyugan had kicked had returned - foot steps becoming louder. Veyugan heard the steps against the tiled ground, letting him become aware of his own predicament.
A smile spread across his lips once more as he decided to use the same exact attack he had used on the guy before. A dead on charge against a standing back kick would be a dangerous combination. The foot shot out once more, this time hitting a little lower than before - the gut. The boy's entire body would crater around Veyugan's leg before flying into the crowd once more. A short pause would be taken, Veyugan reaching into his pocket to bring his iPod earbuds to his ears. A heavy forefinger would tap the play button, and Veyugan's favorite fight song would play: In the House, In a Hearbeat. The iPod was pocketed, Veyugan taking in a deep breath as he scanned the crowd again. A circle was formed around him, a few male students stepping forward. A deep laugh would sound from Veyugan as two charged for him simutaneously. Veyugan would charge for the closest, grabbing the boy's fragile wrist as it was thrown toward his face. The fist would be propelled by Veyugan toward the other male that charged. It connected beautifully with the boy's nose, causing it to break with such a harmonic sound. Once the boy stumbled backward, Veyugan pulled the fist once more, bringing the held boy toward him. A simple side step was made as Veyugan thrust his right knee into the stomach of the boy. Blood was spat from the boy's mouth as he let out an agonizing groan. Veyugan would then thrust his right elbow into the back of the boy's skull, knocking him out swiftly.
Another charged, and was laid out clean with one punch to the face. The humorous thing, the boy's body continued to move forward after being punched. The head would whip backward as the body would fly under Veyugan's arm. A snicker would be made as Veyugan would turn toward one curve of the circle. His body bolted forward - fists flying as he ran, striking random students with no remorse.
White orbs flickered between the students, looking for the door. At last, he came upon it. Veyugan grabbed another male student, dragging him to the door with him. Veyugan opened the door quickly, turning to position the boy's head between the frame and the door itself. His left hand shot out, grasping the handle as he pulled it toward him with all his might. It smacked against the boy's temple, causing his eardrums to rupture from the pressure, and allowing blood to flow into the doorway.
His body ascended quickly, reaching the roof in record time. A slow approach would be made to the far edge of the roof - allowing Veyugan a clear view of the courtyard below him. His breathing would slow, the adrenaline leaving him as his snickered to himself almost silently. All this was done for one reason only - a hope to be 'corrected'. Veyugan had caught wind of a certain facility that students who needed correction were sent to. Also, listening closely to a police radio, he had overheard something interesting about the place, and what went on inside. He wasn't exactly sure... but, nothing would stop him from finding out.
All he had to do now ... was wait.
