A Rising Dark
Jonathan Crane tended to avoid large crowds. People suspected he was claustrophobic but that wasn't the case. Jonathan didn't like crowds because he didn't usually like the people that were in them. Mostly jocks and the preppy types. Besides he had no business being around them. Not after what had happened over the past couple of weeks.
Your average college days can be turned upside down by a little humiliation.
He'd been having his lunch, by himself as always, and he heard the jeering of other people. They were pointing at him and sneering offensive remarks for laughs from their mates. They got what they wanted. When their petty remarks about his stereotype received no reaction from the resorted to a more direct approach. They began ruffling Jonathan's 'perfect' hair and throwing food at him. He had ignored this up to a point then decided to leave the cafeteria.
He had just finished throwing the rest of his food in the bin when one of the blokes mocking him earlier yelled a question at him. It was quite an offensive question too; but all the same Jonathan chose to ignore it… and the unknown feeling that stirred in his gut. He usually got a knot in his stomach when people made the remark that guy did, but this feeling was different. Like something uncoiling in the very pit of his soul.
The guys following him down the corridor shouted more abuse at him and the feeling in his gut continued to grow- twisting and changing. Raging through his blood like a disease. For all the years he'd studied psychology he couldn't name this feeling he had now. It felt like it was alive, like a creature developing in him. It disturbed him.
One remark in particular caught Jonathan's attention above all the others. Suddenly the feeling was in every fibre of his body raging in his nerves and through every cell in his being. It felt good. Then…
Darkness.
When the smoke cleared and his vision was back. The largest of the jocks pinned under him shaking in fear. A piece of broken glass in his hand and a shattered window and a guy unconscious.
That wonderful feeling he had, had disappeared. He wished he could've done the same thing.
The next time this happened, he'd been in a corridor on his way to his dormitory. When they approached him growling threats and offensive comments in his face, that feeling came back uncoiling much faster than it had last time. Jonathan really tried to ignore them he really did, but somehow the remarks that would at one time not bother him at all got to him no end and played on his mind. 'Scrawny like a scarecrow. Weak and really not scary.' Were the things that were usually said.
Secretly, Jonathan took great pleasure in watching people in fear or panic. It was even more thrilling watching the guy trembling at his hands. He felt powerful and strong. He never got that feeling. No one let him have it. These people were like crows to corn, pecking away until there was nothing left.
'Don't worry, I'm right here.' A voice whispered to him. Jonathan's eyes widened. Who had said that? That feeling came back again. Raging through his nerves once again. It felt good once again he felt like a god. His vision blacked.
When he found himself again, lying on the floor was one of his tormentors- his crows- lying lifeless at his feet.
'I'll always be here to protect you.'
I tried not to use actual dialog more just thoughts. I think I overuse dialog in my other stories.