DHMIS Fanficti

Ch1: Time Waits For No Man

Tony 's POV:

I've never been quite too fond of any of my peers. In my boyish days in the schoolyard, I would watch as the old chaps, dressed sharply in the same uniform, would always manage to find some poor herbivore to consume. She was a fine specimen with flowing vivid charcoal-coloured locks, cute as a button, the doll. But she was strange. She was always off in her own world screaming of monsters and the sort when we were out, making a mess of the fine dress her loves would buy her.

We sat near each other in the classroom, seeing as her name was Natalie Whither and mine's Tony Tempus. She always smelt of cheap paint with inkstains all over her fingers. And please excuse me for saying so, but I hated the girl. She was all about nonsense and fantasy worlds, it made me wonder if she had been brought up by the elves she so frequently talked about. She was the furthest thing from a proper young lady, our tutor would often talk to her parents about seeing a shrink. I remember how the whole class was able to hear her father screaming to our mentor about Natalie's staying in the classroom. It was so unbelievable to the 9 years young me that any parent would want their child to be so wild.

Now I don't like to brag, but I was proudly raised in a more... commanding environment. My parents were very spot on about scheduling and timing, it slowly became embedded into my own personality. Everything had to be proper, lest I myself turn into a fitful mess with no means of controlling how my little brain broke. When I was only a few moments late to the classroom I would throw a tantrum and scream my tutor's ears off (can't say I've quite grown out of that habit almost 20 yearsyears later), but other than that my mentors loved me and how easily they could get what they wanted from me. Which was precisely why I couldn't stand Natalie.

She was much too vivid and colourful for the world we lived in; her mind was an ever expanding black hole with nonsense speeding from either ear. Our tutors had a horrible time getting her to pay attention in the classroom, and she always screamed the answer before anyone had a chance to think about it. What boys thought was a crazily smart herbivore turned out to be an insane carnivore. That is to say, that whenever anyone tried to pick on Natalie, she knew how to defend herself. Though she was small in size, her countermeasures always revolved around tools.

Poor Reed was only trying to teach the girl a lesson in shutting her big fat mouth and he got scissors lodged into his left thigh. For that she got suspended for an amazingly quiet week, on account of the fact that she was too "young" to have charges pressed against the girl. When she came back she was louder than ever. Her laughter became something so unbearable to me, so do you know what I did? I took my pair of scissors, took a firm grip on that illustrious hair of hers and cut half of it off. The horrified expression she wore just for me gave me a better thrill than any kind of stimulating drug the youth possesses today.

Thus immediately began our bladed war. She lunged as hard as she could at me with silver at hand, knocking over desk by desk and throwing me as hard as her little body would allow on the wooded floor. Hearing our mates cheer me on in this fray just made my blood boil all the more.

The snipping of her blade still rings clearly in my ears today, same as the blood I could see flooding from the bridge of my nose when she finally managed to land a hit. And before much longer the authorities came in to break us up. The entire class was on my side and before long she was expelled. I had to get stitches for my nose, but at least that was the last of her. Or so I'd hope.

No, by the time I had gotten out of junior high school she was already assigned the same classroom as I once again in our new school lives. We sat near each other all the same and as much as we tried to ignore each other, our friends were in the same company. That is to say, she and I shared more acquaintances than wither of us would ever care for. And more often than not we would be caught at the same dance or party of the like, staying as far away from one another as possible.

Our mates knew how much we loathed each other. Which is why I have close to no clue as to why they would lock me and the love in the same two-way closet at the science department in our school. Even in the dark I could see the hatred emitting from her large iris'. But it was the first time I had actually gotten a good look at the young woman since the new school year began.

Natalie was just as petite as ever, and still reeked of paints and dyes of the sort. She grew her hair out once more so that it was now reaching her rear end and she had become a shapely specimen fully capable of being a seductress. And me, being in the peak of my youth, what did I do? My own body betrayed me.

Before I realized it my hands were moving of their own accord, entangling themselves in her locks and pulling her head upwards while being rewarded with a little yelp from the girl. Like a demon I went for her exposed neck and bit down on that tiny frame, feeling her nails claw into the back of my neck and, well, the rest is history.

We began our own affair after that. Granted we weren't the happiest couple, she and I were more compatible than either of us gave credit for. The little things and dreams she went on about and the way she slept with no regards to ththe flippant danger, all of it, I slowly found myself thinking how cute it was. Not to mention we met with eachother's crazed sadistic needs.

Right after our final public schooling year things took a turn for the worst. Because she was bound for an art institution out of our home, our time together became less and less frequent. Because our time together was short, we were on edge. Because we were on edge, the little time we had together was engulfed in our childish arguments. And as a madman, I still regret those quarrels.

Train bound, she left our little flat for a bigger dream. I didn't bother getting up to see her off in the morning, and stayed in bed the whole day sulking. I didn't eat or drink anything and the only time I got up was for the loo. Even then I tried to avoid that as much as possible. The scar from where she stabbed me all those years ago was still marked firmly on my nose. When I finally got up in the evening, me clock wout so out of the normal I felt like screaming as if I were a child again. I turned on the tv and guess what the first thing I saw was.

You guessed it. The cab Natalie took to get to the station suffered collateral damage of epic proportions. The cabby escaped unscathed, but, you guessed it, Natalie was found dead at the wreckage.