Rik had yet to do the math homework that was due the following day. He still had to go to school, hell he'd rather GO to school than stay home with his drunk of a father. There had been this thing called the Green Flu going around and he planned on going to school for as long as he could. Not to say he didn't have problems there too. The teachers would yell and scream but they could not hit him. Rik was in the 9th grade and already stood at 6 foot. He was not fat, nor skinny. He had the kind of muscle built by constant labor and could take a lot more than he could dish out. According to his female friends his eyes were 'pretty'. He could not see anything 'pretty' about them. The iris had a ring of dark blue and an inner ring of icy blue. He was just another blue-eyed brown-haired teen-age boy. With a sigh and a shrug he decide to blow it off and copy off of Alex in the morning. As he crossed the room he remembered to check the lock on his door. He walked up to it and tried to pull it open. The door didn't budge, so he was safe. With a small smile he undressed and turned the light off. He slowly drifted off into a troubled sleep, unaware that tomorrow he would have a hell of a lot more to worry about than his math work.

*The Next Day*

Rik awoke to the sound of yelling. His mom was having another fight with his father. With a grunt and a moan, he pulled himself out of bed and checked the time. 6:30. Damn, it was early. He decided to get dressed anyways. After he showered, of course. He walked down the hall quietly and shut the door behind him, locking it. Rik sighed and stepped out of the hot shower. His pale skin was burned cherry red from the heat of the water. He dried himself with a towel and mumbled something to himself about getting a dog. He unlocked the door and snuck back into his room. Locking his door behind him, he went straight to his closet and threw some jeans and a Southpole shirt on. Walking over to his small end table he pulled out a pair of socks and put them on. He then walked to the Mini-Fridge his mother had got him, thank god for her kindness. He pulled out a milk jug and drank from it. No need for a glass, not like anyone else would be drinking from it. He grabbed a pop-tart from the box on top of the fridge. After he had finished, he threw on his hoodie, which had the word META spray painted on the front in a bright green. Other than that the hoodie was a plain black one, it was thick enough to ward off the fall cold. He checked the clock, 7:30. Time to get the fuck out of this house. He grabbed his pocket knife, for safety, and his back-pack and left. He let out a surprised yell as a half full bottle of booze hit the wall beside him. Shit. His dad wasn't passed out drunk yet. He ran out the door and down the stairs. He heard his father's drunken yells behind him. "I'ma getchoo when your ass gets home Boy!". Rik winced at the threat of a beating. He sped to the bus stop and hopped on right before it left. The ride to school gave him time to reflect on his feelings. He felt cold apathy toward all the world, besides his mother and friends. They were the one warm spot he had. Them and his love for literature. He loved to read. Anything he could get his hands on. He'd even read the dictionary if he had nothing else. His reflections were interrupted by his stop. He got off and walked into the school. He went to his locker and grabbed the required books for the day. He was surprised when he was hugged from behind.
When his surprise hugger let go he turned and saw one of his best friends, Lece, standing there. He smirked and walked to class.

*Fast Forward to the last period*

Rik was awoken from a fitful nap by screams. They weren't screams of joy or happiness. They were screams of pain and fear. He jumped out of his seat as some thing crashed through the window. It was hooded and growled. With a screech it leapt at Lece. His mind caught up to his body and said 'What the fuck are you doing? MOVE BITCH MOVE!'. His body obeyed immediately and he ran forth. He pushed Lece out of the way and felt the creature slam into his side. Rik let out a yell as he felt it's teeth tear into his neck. His yell died into a low gurgle as his vision blacked out and death claimed his young soul. Or so he thought. He awoke hours later with pain. He hurt everywhere. His hands and legs especially. He looked down at his hands and saw that they had claws. He tried to remember what they were like before but could not. He tried to talk but all that came out was a growl. All he remembered was that thing taking a chunk out of his neck. He reached up with a clawed hand and felt nothing where the bite had been. Then the Hunger hit. It was like nothing he had ever felt. It hit him as solidly as any wall. He NEEDED to feed on something. He sniffed around and was surprised that he could smell what seemed to be everything. He heard something far away and decided to go check it out, it might be food. He stood shakily and ran towards the broken window. A few feet before it he dropped to all fours and leapt through it, completely by instinct. He also let out a shriek as he leapt. He had no idea why, but he heard it echo off of building walls and cars in the distance. Some form of echo location, perhaps? He hit the ground and it didn't hurt at all, strange.

He leapt again and hit a window sill on an apartment building. The force of his jump cracked the cement of the sill and he leapt again, this time aiming for a balcony fifty feet away. He made it with ease. He was surprised, and after a few more such jumps he was near the sound and smell of food. He gazed out across the street and saw a lone man walking around. He had a bottle of booze in one hand and a handgun in another. His mouth salivated at the thought of sinking his maw into the mans soft flesh. Without thinking he leapt and slammed into the man. On impact he latched his claws into the mans flesh and locked his hungry mouth on his neck. He ripped out the mans jugular vein and chewed. It tasted good. He ripped out another bite. His arms still clawed and sliced. They only stopped when they hit the bones of his ribcage and he then grabbed them and wrenched them apart. He ripped out the mans heart and ripped a bite off. He growled in satisfaction as his hunger was sated. He suddenly felt the need for rest. He leapt towards the highest place that was nearby, which was a large apartment building. He crashed through the glass to the top floor and searched. He searched for the bedroom. When he found it he ripped the covers off of the bed and tore a hole roughly his size in the mattress. He then grabbed the giant comforter and dove into the hole, using the comforter as a cover. No one would guess he was there. With a contented sigh, he dozed off, covered in blood.