Deliverance…

Chap. 2

Time, it goes fast, especially when a six foot giant is standing at the door to the bathroom, and you just pissed him off. What happened went like lightning. Damien was at the door, in all his musculature, angry, sadistic, about to kill something glory. And Tim sat in the corner, realizing his escape plan, jumping out a two-story window, has failed, his mind was racing, wondering how Damien is not going to kill him. Damien Came closer, and closer, slowely as Tim looked for something not bolted, or glued down or shut. Realizing it was too late, he crawled into the fetal position, not realizing until it already happening, he was gently carried out and sat on the ground nicely. Damien then returned to his morning toilet, Tim lying on the ground confused, to say the least. Damien closed the door and locked it, wondering if he wierded out Tim enough. Thank god for that anger management! Or else he would be cleaning up blood for the next three days! Damien turned to his sink, the sink was upset higher for Damien, he was a big guy and they moved here just because there old house was not big enough. It was in Winters, though it was nice and Damien enjoyed the snow, it was just too small. He onetime met the sun of Dr. Andonuts VIII, a great prodigy. Though he seemed a bit British in accent and character. Damien turned on the sink, the water was nice and cold, it reminded him of Winters, the cold. He grabbed his toothbrush and splerted on the government brand toothpaste. He did a quick brush and went out of there, getting ready for school. It was 9:00 and school started around needed to get dressed. Damien wandered into his wreck of a room, a room so emotional looking you could feel the malice and the hate, and the sorrow, and the whatever emotional kids else shoved into their soul. Though Damien wasn't at all emotional, he sported a look that made three year old girls cry, long, black wavy hair, down to at least past his shoulders, his eyes where a shade of light blue with a hint of green, and he had a small beard growing, just recently regrown. He was trying to decide whether to wear the school uniform or his 'usual'. He looked at his uniform, a nice blue suit, and a red tie, the color of the party that won in the last Eagleland election. He looked at his name-badge; it looked like the ones usually seen adoring the breasts of over-sized breasted secretaries, though it showed not only his name, but age and blood type. "Damien Utam, age 16, blood type A" He looked at the badge in disgust, wondering if they'll police the state soon, he opted for his usual, the black on black on black. On black. He grabbed his "sac a dos" as it was referred to; he was failing French, and tried to incorporate it anywhere he went. And he went off too school.