herro~ im sorry for the mistakes this may have and what not, i've been trying to make things a bit easier to read with the suggestions of two people here on fanfic. which thnx to you btw :D
ive been writing this fic for a loooong time, but because of school and home stresses it hasnt been... consistent? the first paragraph is very bad and im trying to find a way to edit it so it fits the rest of the story, its still a work in progress so be patient plz :3
italics are thoughts
bold are exaggerated
anywhos, the characters in this mentioned are mine, i made them up. actually i made everything up except for the state of Louisiana and the l4d hunter/smoker concept XD
hunters and smokers belong to valve
everyone else belong to me
It was maybe around 5 o'clock when he was released from paper work and grading quizzes. The last quiz of the night in front of him was littered with red sharpie X's and a nice, big "F" on the top.
In neat cursive under it was written, "You seriously need to see me after class for this, and last week's test also. You're slipping, better make it up, kiddo." The man at the desk let out a long sigh, this kid had issues.
One of which was being irritated easily. The young teacher picked at that with meticulous care, and being called "kiddo" resulted in the most colorful of words from the younger's mouth. He closed his eyes and shook his head with another sigh, quickly followed up by a yawn.
The man sitting at the ebony desk lifted up his arm and glanced at his Mickey Mouse watch, causing him to frown. He'd been held up an hour and a half later than usual.
Standing up, he shuffled the papers into a neat pile on the corner of his desk and picked up his bag from under it, then his leather trench coat that was draped over the back of his chair.
'Time to head out...finally.' He mumbled inwardly and he searched his coat's pockets for his wallet, cursing quietly seeing as it wasn't there.
'Shit, I left it again... Guess I'm walking home.' He would usually take a cab.
With a rather drained look on his face he inched into his coat and left the building known as Hayden Walker High school.
The walk home wasn't all that long, but he didn't care much for walking in the rain. Well, it was more of a drizzle but enough clouds to make the city look gloomy and full of suspicious eyes. There was reason for that, though.
Apparently a new epidemic broke out in North America known as the Green Flu. On occasion he'd see a citizen stumble along and lean against a wall, streetlight or anything sturdy enough. Most just held their heads like they were afraid they'd fall off their shoulders. Few others held their stomach tightly and made gurgling noises, suggesting a bad stomach ache, or rubbed their eyes a lot, or coughed uncontrollably.
Whatever it was, it was a symptom and thus far, incurable. It was a bad idea, walking around town in the evening while it was dark out. Those who were sick tended to linger more.
The young teacher looked over his shoulder every other step and walked briskly. He, unfortunately, had to walk through downtown Combrigde to get to his surprisingly nice apartment. And downtown was not the best of places to hang around, no matter what time of day.
He stopped short, he could have sworn he heard someone yelling.
Yes he was certain someone was yelling. Yelling wasn't uncommon for downtown. But this particular yelling seemed familiar. From his position he heard, "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
"-unintelligent murmurs and slight whimpering-"
"SICK FREAK! GET OFF OR I'LL TEAR YA A NEW ONE!"
"JUST LET ME DO IT! PLEASE!"
"GET THE FUCK OFF!"
"-more mumbling and agitated, yet whimpy growling-"
'I know that voice...' a panicked expression spread over his face and he ran in the direction of the noise.
He quickened his pace when he heard a sharp howl of pain, and a thump suggesting either being thrown or pinned. He slowed to a halt in front of a very large, and most likely condemned, apartment building. It was hard not to notice the giant gaping hole in the side of the building, an alleyway leading on the same side.
His heart pounded in his chest as anxiety and anger filled his senses. The one he assumed in trouble was one of his students. No one ever messes with someone he's associated with. Even if he didn't take a liking to them.
He sulked darkly over and into the alleyway. You could feel the dark aura surrounding the man, you didn't have to be a psychic to know when this man was pissed or threatened. And as of now, he was both. He easily climbed in through the hole of crumbling concrete wall, tripping once on his trench-coat. This situation, although serious to the extreme, still called for muffled embarrassment. Once he was righted he followed the noises of whimpers. They were whimpers of pain, humility, aggravation, and fear.
The man felt his face muscles tighten into a snarl, he could now clearly make out the sounds of a woman grunting. The uncomfortable noises didn't cover up at all the whimpers and growls of defiance.
'Shit, someone's getting hurt.'
His mind already producing for him an idea of what was going on. That wasn't the only thing he let his mind wander on; he thought up ways to deal with the assaultant.
Out of nowhere a shriek of pain sounded, it was the low scratchy of a young man but it sounded unnatural. His rage bubbled over and he broke into a sprint and skidded to a halt in a stone doorway, a poor excuse of a door hanging off it's hinges.
It was difficult to see in the room. The only source of light was from the window on the left side of the room. Sunset barely made it in, half the room was covered in shadows. Though he could easily make out two figures writhing in the darker half of the room. Well save for one, whom he assumed his student was being viciously dominated by an extremely large built woman. She was groaning, not in the way you'd imagine.
She wasn't making sounds of satisfaction of power or ecstasy. Her noises were of hunger, starvation for a sick animal-like need. The boy under her was panting heavily, his breathing was ragged and labored muttering curses could be heard as he limply tried to fight back. The woman had him straddled awkwardly against the wall and held his wrists with a deathlike grip. He kicked out once with both legs but she rammed herself down harder on the boy who screamed in pain.
The man in the doorway couldn't take any more of it, even though he'd been there for 5 seconds at most. He dove towards them both and seized the large woman by the throat. She hacked at the sudden attack and constriction on her wind pipes. Out of complete rage he hauled her up, off the boy and shoved her against the wall with a savage force. She gasped and sputtered in pain and undoubtable fear.
"Ack! ...P-p...please!.. L-let me g-go...!" even with the woman's large body, she was frightened. This man who was no thinner than a flag pole but slightly taller than herself, had her in one hell of a grip and she was starting to see dark corner her vision.
His face turned into a dark glare, "Given that you raped and harmed my student, I'm afraid I can't comply."
She glanced over at the boy who was panting heavily, cracked sobs breaking the awkward silence that both adults now held. His head was beginning to droop and then he lay still. The man holding her now faced her, his snarl harsh. Like sandpaper on a baby's skin, harsh.
"You don't deserve anything short of me beating the shit out of you and leaving you for the thugs who live here."
She stared wide eyed, now afraid for her life, his eyes flashing a sick, brilliant red.
He was a demon! Wait, no it's just the sunset, brown eyes...
"I-i-i d-didn't know! I'm s-s-sorry!"
She was beginning to cry, tears of unnatural hue streamed down her face. Now that he examined the woman closely, not that he wanted to... she was completely naked. Big builds and homeless don't go well together, when it comes to women. She was dirty, skin paled almost to a gray color, eyes glowing yellow, and a bulging stomach with what looked like boils scattered all over.
She was infected.
He panicked and tightened his grip on her throat, making her gasp and claw at his hands, which indeed caused blood to flow.
He snarled once more, "Now you listen to me, filth. I'm not going to kill you, but if you ever, EVER continue your little sick frenzy, I will find you. That's a promise!" His eyes darted over to the boy who was now in a crumpled heap and coldly continued,"And if I ever catch you near that boy again, I will RIP. YOUR. INSIDES. OUT!" he squeezed her throat and shoved her harder into the wall with each word for emphasis.
She winced in pain, struggled to breathe and nodded vigorously. He gave her one last menacing glare, then dropped her to the floor. She looked up at him with frightened eyes and scrambled out of the room as soon as he turned to the boy.
His glare softened, he walked over to the boy and knelt down to inspect him. His pants were ripped down in a messy manner and lingered on his ankles, no boxers to speak of. His hoodie crumpled and stained with tiny splotches of what looked like blood. His black and blond hair a horrid mess.
Only then did it click, who he was staring at.
"C-cody...?" he choked out.
The boys eyes were opened wide but glazed over, he passed out from shock. The man hurriedly pulled the boy's pants up, blushing but ignoring it.
'Now is NOT the time to be checking out your student's junk, Greg!' he chastised himself.
He shrugged off his trench-coat and struggled to wrap it around the boy's shoulders. After maybe 15 seconds of failure he got it on successfully and carefully picked Cody up bridal style.
'Shit, Cody of all my students...'
Cody was notorious for being the school's, no... the whole town's menace. You think of something bad, he did it. All except for drugs, drinking and being a sex addict he was actually clean. Greg didn't need rocket science to know that the boy worked out on a daily basis, he had the body of a god! Greg coughed and rubbed at his reddening cheeks with his shoulder. No, no he didn't work out, he did parkour... or whatever the hell it's called.
Yeah, that and he recalled Terrance and him skipping school to skateboard. Hmph, punk.
He managed to get outside and notice that it was no longer drizzling. That would explain the little bit of sunlight in the other room. Carefully sliding out of the hole in the wall he made his way for his home, where it would be safe.
yessss first chapter is up! there is quite a lot left but not thaaaaat much. and its still being worked on, i haven't written much recently but come summer hopefully there will be new stoofs :D hope you enjoyed this~ reviews are welcome :3