Chapter 2

Miheal awoke to a bright sun beaming in his room. Too early. He moaned as he rolled over for five more minutes of sleep, but for some reason he couldn't get himself to lose consciousness again, so he got up and turned on his computer. Maybe he could actually start that essay he was going to work on yesterday. It was do in two days, after all.

Once the screen was on, the thing went white and a large, gothic style M stared back at him. "Virus?" MIheal asked. "How the hell did this thing get a virus?"

A voice called to him from the speakers. "Miheal Keehl. This is M. I know you killed him, and I will find out how."

Miheal shook his head. "And just how do you plan on that, M?" he asked the screen, half expecting the voice to have bugged his house. No reply came, so he let out a short laugh. "That's what I thought."

"I look forward to meeting you." Said the voice, just before the image left Miheal's computer.

"Hm. Bizarre."

He clicked on Microsoft Word. "Might as well get started" he told himself, and began pressing keys on the keyboard.

After about a half an hour, his essay was almost completely finished. There was no doubt that he would get an A on it, either. He was smart; it was just that he never bothered with anything. In reality, he was just lazy.

Homeroom that day started as every other day had, Aside from the fact that he'd added a new name to the notebook he'd decided he'd carry everywhere with him from this point on. The new person was one who'd claimed to be a close friend, but had stabbed him in the back multiple times. He felt his presence was unnecessary and undeserved.

The teacher walkedin the room, and everyone immediately fell in their seats, pretending to provide their attention.

"Alright class, today we'll have a new student. His name is Matt and—" she cut of, looking desperately around the classroom before catching something in the hallway. "Matt!" she called disapprovingly.

The boy walked slowly, his eyes content on the handheld gaming device in his hands.

"Matt, didn't I tell you you cant have that in school?" he sighed as he turned the device off and shoved it into his bag. His eyes remained on the floor. "now say hello to the class."

He turned halfway, not even looking directly at the other students. "yo." He said flatly.

"There's an empty seat in the back. You can—"

Before she could finish her statement, he was halfway down the isle of desks. He sat in the seat and shoved his army boots on the desk in front of him.

"Please, don't sit like that." The teacher complained. "and take those goggles off, you look ridiculous and they aren't allowed."

His lips lifted into a slight smile and used the same excuse he had used for so long. "I've got sensitive eyes."

Miheal sighed. What a jerk. He didn't deserve life either. All he had to do was find Matt's last name, and he could get rid of him immediately.

In his first class, Matt found himself sitting beside Miheal Keehl. He'd only just officially met the boy, but he immediately hated the boy from the bottom of his heart.

Miheal turned to the boy with a false smile. "Hey. I'm Miheal Keehl."

"Matt."

Miheal couldn't help but glare. He knew that much. Rather than strangling the boy until he told him, he pressed on, hoing he'd get the proper response the second time. "Is there a last name that goes with that?"

Matt smiled wryly. "Nope."

Miheal gripped the seat below him, forcing the anger back. This guy was so irritating. He was worse than Nate. "why not?"

But the boy didn't answer. Instead, he pulled his gaming system from his bag and hid it under the desk.

What a jerk! Miheal thought. Never in his life had he been treated so coldly. Most people would have been to frightened. Even if he hadn't threatened hem, it was said that his eyes where hard and dangerous. They where the eyes of a demon, as many had told him.

But to this boy, why wasn't he afraid? Because he hadn't made contact? No, their eyes met, he was sure of that. He should be so frightened, but he was totally mellow about the whole thing. That only irritated Miheal more.

After staring at the boy, await some sort of response or… anything, he gave up on the boy. Rather than keeping his calm, cool posture, he crossed his arms angrily and pouted. Miheal hated to loose, and he sensed a lot of losing was coming his way with matt around.

Matt's face remained expressionless, though in his mind he was grinning ridiculously. Perfect. He'd kept his mysterious side in tact, as he'd always enjoyed. His level increased on the game, and he cheered for himself in his mind. He always felt the need to congratulate himself on such things, though he'd know he would manage it on his first try.

After school, Miheal leaned against the stone wall of the school. He'd give that asshole a piece of his mind for sure. The crowds passed, but no sign of Matt. Had he beaten him out of the building? But once the swarm of students decreased, he could see him leaning in an almost identical posture, but with the game in hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Miheal charged toward him. "what the hell do you think you're doing? And don't you know that shit kills your longs?"

Matt through the cigarette on the ground and glared. "happy. Oh, yea, and I was waiting for you." Miheal gave him a blank stare. "What? You don't have any questions for me? I assumed you would, after my little message."

"you sent that?!"

"Are you blind? A kindergartner could have figured it out. I mean, come on: M… Matt. Plus I lft you a huge hint. I practically told you we'd be meeting today."

Miheal thought back to the message: "I look forward to meeting you." That's what it said. He began to doubt his intelligence. It was obvious.

Matt smiled. "hm. So you finally understand how stupid you really are? Alright, how about you tell me how you did it?"

"But I didn't!" Miheal demanded.

Matt pushed himself off the wall and closed the distance between him and Miheal until the boy's back was to the stairs. "oh don't be like that. I'm not your enemy yu know."

Miheal cringed. "stop it! Someone will see."

Matt searched the place for any onlookers. No one was in sight. "I don't see anyone." He allowed Miheal to look over his shoulder. Shit, he was right!

"b—but I'm a guy! Besides, I've already got a girlfriend, and she's the jealous type."

"don't try to lie to me, Miheal. I know all about your 'girlfriend, and she's not a girl at all." Matt licked the boy from chin to ear, then nibbled on the cartilage. "I'll make you a deal: I'll pleasure you for one night, you tell me the information I need, and I'll give you my name. my real one: Matt is just an alias. If you wan t my real name, you'll have to do as I say."

"I don't understand… what's the name have to do with anything?"

Matt laughed. "how about the fact that you where writing them down just before they died? Would that have anything to do with it? Look, my deals a really simple one. You get to fufil your sexal desires just so you can make the person you despise drop dead. Doesn't that sound like a great deal?"

"but in turn I'd have to tell you what I'd done to kill the two boys who died of heart attacks… if I where able to do such a thing, even if I'd get t watch my biggest threat die, teling you wouldn't be worh it, would it?" he laughed. "I'm sure you're wearing some sort of bug or camera. So if I where a killer, why would I trust someone like you? Something tells me your no normal high school student, so why should i?"

"you're right: I'm not. I'm the world's most respected agent, but I assure you there are no devises on me." He leaned in close to Miheal's ear, his breath hot against the sensitive flesh. "you can check, if you'd like."

Miheal smiled. He had a plan for this boy. Even if he was lying and was wearing a listenng device, he could safely escape his hold. Plus, he wasn't one to pass up sex this easy. "alright. I'll be at your house tonight then."

Matt hesitated. "wh—what about your place?"

"Huh? Oh… my place? Its—being renovated. What's wrong with your house?"

"it's impossible. My mom's working at home tonight and… she's against underaged sex."

Mihael sighed. There went that plan. "I guess it's impossible then. Why woud cave in so easily anyways?"

Matt smiled. "because, after sleeping with me, I didn't think you'd be able to. You wouldn't have the heart."

Miheal laughed at how true the statement was. He wouldn't have the heart because he had no heart. he felt nosympathy for anyone, and killing was all to easy for him.

Matt began to walk away, but turned his head for one final comment. "don't worry: I'll find a way." He took in Miheal's feminine form before continuing home.