A cold winter's morning, the bloody crooked smile of the sun greeting death city, appearing every dawn like clockwork. Overtaking that of the moon in a morbidly fleeting action.

I propelled myself down the narrow street towards the DWMA school on my laboratory chair, I must admit I've masted the art of the chair; reducing the critical misjudgements and wrong calculations of my desired paths. Even in battle, I am feared by the students for merely sitting.

I sat there strolling towards my destination, cranking the screw in my head and observing my surroundings to take note of anything of interest.

Sadly this town lacks anything worth studying - well that,s a lie there was something, something that's been under my nose this entire time a peculiar subject with extreme OCD.

I've been studying him during my class at the DWMA to learn of his pattern, everyone has a pattern; a way they live their meaningless lives. I just have to find this and exploit it.

Observing my students from just far away is too easy, it is mere child's play. I would lean back in my chair after assigning a project they would drone through, my lit cigarette submerging my face in a layer of smoke and finally to fool any onlookers, I will sit slanted parallel to the light source just so the light reflects off my glasses to conceal the whereabouts of what my predatory eyes were preying on .

Even if the students got suspicious they always glanced at the stitches covering my body. And in my classroom, they would be across the walls stretched in long asymmetrical patterns to throw people off or to make them think it was holding the room together - such fools. a lab bench was my desk and it was littered with dried blood and scalpels left behind from our dissecting lessons and multiple beakers filled with mixed reactants that formed an array of smells enough to set the senses on fire, but it was all a facade to further my research on my newest subject. Death The Kid; the only living relative to Lord Death.

I continued reclining in my trusted old chair hearing it crack and whine as I did so. Swiveling around on odd occasions looking over my lesson plan for today's upcoming classes, it looks like a resonance lesson with my subject and his deranged friends, Maka Albarn, Soul, Black Star, Tsubaki and of course Liz and Patty his moronic weapons.

Such a perfect chance to learn more about Kid.

The students piled in like the sheep they were, entering their little pen to be bossed around by the shepherd; me. I could tell them anything and they'd believe it, writing it down in their little notebooks. I could have told them enzymes slowed down chemical reactions and they'd be none the wiser They were all so boring, so robotic. The only interesting one was Kid. Kid, sitting there in his pristine suit with a bored expression on his face, glancing out the window at the world around him rather than listening to me prattle on about dissection. I wondered what he's thinking; he reminded me of me when I was his age. Just a little bit.

Another dissection lesson, The only thing that doesn't rot my brain with every passing second. The students complained, and I admired them somewhat for that. But they relented like they always did, and we ended up dissecting some rare bird species I had no real motivation to learn the name of. Once class was over, I kept back Kid, Maka, Soul, Tsubaki and Black Star. And of course, the moronic guns Kid uses, who's names I have chosen to forget and assigned them a time for special training lord death requested me to do. I stood in the forest clearing, watching the morning dew twinkle on the silk of spider webs. Yet I don't really notice it, for I was in my own head, a shell to the outside world, formulating the plan to experiment on my symmetrical subject but how to go about it.

So many ways to conduct this experiment but one way stands out from the rest, to seduce the student; making my prey come to me, conducting their own demise. Such an intriguing idea, to force a romantic connection out of one who seems oblivious to it.

The golden glow of the sunset over the forest is an enriching view to say the least, the students should be arriving soon for their training, such an embarrassing site of "friendship is magic bullshit" will clearly incite far too much emotional drama to be considered normal.

Then again, maybe I'm the one who isn't normal.