I sat in class that day with a bored expression, my jaw resting against my folded arms, and my eyes slightly drooping.

Honestly I felt like the day was dragging on endlessly. The teacher droned on and on about things I already knew about, as if we were so simple minded that we wouldn't be able to remember the lesson from last year?

I sat up and stretched my back slightly, watching the teacher with distaste.

'I wonder how many spit balls it would take to shut the old man up?' I thought to myself.

I tilted my head, counting exactly how many it would take, when I heard someone gasp.

"guys, look outside!" someone screamed, not to calmly next to me, blowing my eardrums out.

I glared at the girl next to me, then looked out to see what they were talking about.

A girl with bright red hair and green eyes was running from someone. It was a tall male, around 6'1. he had blonde hair, and what looked like brown eyes? I couldn't exactly tell the eye color from this distance, but it looked as though it was brown?

He was pale, almost gray like, and he had dark circles around his eyes, blood dripping from his wide gaping mouth.

"the fuck?"

~earlier before class~

"hey Alexander!" I heard someone call, and looked behind me to see someone running towards me with a smug smile. I rolled my eyes at Cathy, her bright blonde pigtails bouncing against her shoulders.

"i thought I told you never to call me that?" I asked calmly, and Cathy's wide mouthed smile just widened all the more.

"it's fun watching you get annoyed." she stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I sighed and shook my head, black locks of hair slightly getting in my face.

"your an idiot."

she laughed.

"sure, sure. Anyway, I was wondering if you were going to help us out with prom?" she asked.

I lifted an eyebrow.

"why should I? That's the committee's job, remember?" I said, and Cathy just laughed.

"well I'm part of the committee, and I want you to help." she said, slightly pouting and looking at me with wide innocent eyes.

I looked at her boredly for a couple of seconds.

"no thank you." I said calmly, then closed the locker door.

Cathy glomped me and hugged me tightly.

"please! come on Alexan- oh, I mean Alex." she said with an innocent smile.

I shook my head.

"I'm not one for making things other people would like, not to mention making things pretty." I shook my head.

"and I don't go to prom, so I wouldn't know how to help." I stated, shaking her off of me as I started to walk off.

Cathy ran to me and jumped on my back, leaning in close and smiling brightly.

"come on Alex, girls are always asking you to prom, and dances, and dates, this could be your first year to go, and you'd be able to brag about all the things you did for prom night!" she said happily.

I scrunched up my face.

"is that so?" I asked with disdain.

Cathy huffed at my not so enthusiastic response.

"your so strange, you don't want to be glomped by a bunch of hot highschool girls in short skimpy dresses?" realization dawned on her face, and she looked at me.

"your gay, aren't you!" she said, a smile gracing her face.

What was it with girls and gay guys?

"I'm not gay." I said calmly.

She huffed.

"well your not straight!" she thought for a second.

"are you anti-sexual?" she asked.

I looked at her.

"anti-sexual? Seriously Cathy?" she giggled.

I shook my head.

"I'm not anti-sexual or gay, I'm straight, I just don't want to throw myself to a hoard of horny girls." I said calmly.

She blinked at me.

"your weird, most guys would have jumped into the hoard of horny girls." she said blandly.

I chuckled slightly, and her smirk widened.

"i got the all mighty Alex to laugh, I must be magical." she said.

I scowled and looked at her.

"shut up." I said calmly, and she giggled.

~back to the present~

"the fuck?" I mumbled, and I heard sudden screaming. God, bunch of pansies. Then again there is a bloodied zombie looking man chasing a girl?

I stood up along with everyone else.

What the hell was happening?

…...

"alright, this is the first part of the story, and I hope you liked it! were excepting Oc's, so I hope you sign up! heh XD

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~~MY OC~~

Name: Alexander Crowley

nickname: Alex

age: 17

sexuality: straight.

gender: male

nationality: American/ Irish

race: Caucasian

height/ weight: 6'3/ 180 lbs

looks: messy black hair that slightly gets in his eyes, icy blue eyes with a black rings around the outside of his irises. Pale/tan skin, skinny, lean, well built for a 17 year old. A tattoo on his back that says.

"i'll buy my way to talk to god, so he can live with what i'm not."

family:

father- Daniel Crowley- 34- Electrician- dead.

Mother- Maria Crowley- 35- nurse- alive.

Little sister- Abigail Crowley- 11- unknown.

School clothing: school uniform, except with sleeves rolled up, and black vans with white trim and black laces.

clothing later on in the story: black V-neck, dark blue skinny jeans, his black vans with white trimming, red hoodie.

Personality: Alex is calm, quiet, secretive, joking at times, sarcastic, defiant, dark at times, when he finds something to his liking he smirks, but he's also strong willed, caring, and gentle. Unless you piss him off that is.

Background: Alex was born down in St. Louis Missouri with his sister and parents. When he turned 6 his father started to teach him how to shoot. From Shooting the wasps on the front porch with a red rider BB gun, down to shooting deer with a shotgun. Alex was always a happy child, until he moved to Chicago Illinois at age 8. he missed St. Louis, but didn't complain. A couple of months after they left his grandfather died, and his father began to drink because of it, thinking that it would fill the hole in his heart. His father soon became violent, and started to hit Alex's mother consistently. When Alex turned 14 he got tired of it and began to get in-between his mother and father during the fights to protect his mother.

His father didn't hesitate to smack Alex out of the way, and Alex got pissed, and would attack his father out of anger, and to protect his mother and sister.

He got quite a few black eyes, which he would cover up with a pair of black sunglasses and act like nothing happened. He became friends with Cathy when he was 15, and she helped him with his problems, he loves her like a sister, and would protect her if the time ever arose.

At age 16 his father god very very drunk one night, it was Halloween, and his father had been in the shed with his tools, and had come stumbling into the house with his nail gun, and pointed it at Alex.

He had shot, but luckily missed in his drunken state.

Alex's mother had called the cops as his father attacked him, Alex fighting back with all he had. Alex soon grabbed the nearest lamp in the heat of battle, and slammed it as hard as he could against his fathers skull.

That night his father died from blood loss, and Alex never forgave himself.

At age 17, Alex still hasn't changed.

school weapon: a metal chair leg he broke off and sharpened in wood-shop class.

main weapons: 9mm glock – P.226 – two black daggers.

secondary weapon: mk250 crossbow

skills/abilities: he's a beast at shooting, and playing the guitar. Great at using crossbows, and fast with daggers. High intelligence as well.

Strengths: great with leadership, fast and agile, strong.

Weaknesses: closed off, horrible at following orders from someone he believes is under his level of intelligence, hard to get along with.

Love interests: Alex is interested in Intelligent girls who don't scream or squeal everytime something cute or creepy happens. That's all he askes.

likes:ramen, guns, crossbows, daggers, wolves, strawberries, his mother and sister.

Dislikes: loud obnoxious girls(minus Cathy, he can deal with Cathy) pink, annoying people, cats, preppy people(again, minus Cathy) stupid people, teachers, others authority. Barney, bitches, know it alls.

Fears: running out of bullets, running out of ramen, beans.

Extra: Alex is Allergic to cats.