But let me just not get on thst topic. But as a man, just to go off topic, I see many things. A stupid midget,a woman hippie, a puppet, and a scarecrow. You'd hate humanity too when I finish my story.
Now, let us get back on the topic. First period, Science. This was the same. Teaching...science things, excuse my vauge memory of science I do not think about it... ever. All the students treated me horribly, yet equally. Except one... His name was Stanley. Stanley Mesh, he hated me the most. Supposibly for his fear of crocidiles or something. I hated him, he hated me. Don't think I didn't hate the others Ihated them too. Think of my hate to him as a boiling water kettle dumping the water on your body, by a man in front of 'd hate him right? But my hatered to Stanley was thesame way but the man grabs your head and slams your head onto the stove.
Next class, Biology. I hated this one because they had knives used to dissect those frogs or enough,everyone was treating me fine, Like.. I WAS human! I was so happy until a boy walked beside me and punched me on the side of my head. My vision was hazzy for a while. I felt myself being heldand something being put onto my neck, it was a knife.
My vision returned to normal as I saw Stanely. That damn shit eating grin he had on his face. He bent his head to my ear and whispered,"Your mine croc boy.."I looked around franticly the studdents were waiting, they wanted him to kill me. And so did the god damn teacher! The teacher!
My heart was beating slowly, like.. like, time stopped. I felt myself not being able tocontrol my self as I escaped him he was surprised when I grabbed that scapel like knife from his hand and shank it in his left hand and left it in. Blood tripped onto the ground as I grabbed his right arm and I put it to my opened it.
CHOMP
That was all it took, Stanely was on the ground, in a puddle of his own blood. His hand was slowly sliding down my throat as the kids and teachers watched, surprised. I stared at them. My eyes grew red as I charged to them. Then someone kicked open open the door. The fammilar flash of blue and golden yellow on their shirts. A tazer in their holster around their waists. I remember watching them on the show COPS.
They charged at me. I was able to bite off the arms of 5 of the 10 police until the hand cuffed me and put a muzzle on my mouth. Theguided, more as pushed, me into the police car. As I saw Stanely being put in a amubulance. I smiled behind my muzzle as I sat in silence, licking my teeth of Stanley's blood.
I was brought to Florida's Jail. Since I was 15 or 16 by this time.I saw many of these freaks, strangely I felt at be surrounded by fellow freaks, was that wrong?
I was in a jail cell alone my only person to talk towas this.. strange man lotsof tally marks over his body. Named... uh.. what was his name... Victor something... Zsasz! Victor Zsasz That was his name.
He kept talkingabout something about bringing humanity to their Salvation and making a rememberance to them on his body. Never truly understood what that meant but.. he was a intresting one. He wasn't judgeing me so I was fine with that.