Chapter 3: bizarre
Meeting with some turquoise globes during an excursion to a shower whilst topless was probably the not the best idea I had ever come up with, especially since I never planned for this conundrum to occur. These eyes belonged to Nora, of fuckin course it's the crazy one, who, at the time, was bent slightly forward, peering at an angle up towards my chin, she appeared to be slightly confused at my action, with her head tilted to the side, this is something I would usually consider a cute gesture, but you'll find it becomes slightly difficult to notice cute things when the last cute thing you had died as you helplessly watched.
I stumbled backwards slightly at the presence of the ginger nutcase, before providing her a steeled glaze, one which, she managed to shrug off, unaware of the icy tension circumventing throughout the room. It was at this point Nora decided to speak.
"Who are you?"
Strange, I could've sworn I had introduced myself earlier, and yet here she stands, claiming complete obliviousness of my character. I decide to merely reply with "I'm the tiger man, remember?"
The sound of a rather overbearingly loud "OOOOH" echoed throughout the halls, grabbing the attention of a certain green bean wandering the halls searching for a certain orange clump.
"So you are the one punching walls, what did the walls do to you to make you hate them so much?" This is by far the weirdest conversation I had ever had up to this point in my boring, albeit short life. I decide to reply with "I don't hate the walls, they provide a substitute for a face." She takes a step back, mulling over the thought, before accepting it. However during that step back I managed to notice something, finally, as she stepped back...
She was completely in the nude.
How I hadn't yet noticed this, I'm not sure, I'm usually quite perceptive, perhaps her eyes distracted me, or perhaps the fact a girl had seemingly appeared out of nowhere in my bathroom had temporarily given me a severe case of tunnel vision. I feel the blood within me rapidly torpedo towards my face, as I find myself getting as close to her as physically possible, grabbing her shoulders, and, with a deep, and melancholic sigh, ask "Why are you naked in my bathroom?"
Nora is startled by my sudden closeness, and twitches in my grasp, the blood from my pulsating hands slowly seeping down her torso, before her confusion sets in, then the reckless abandon of her not giving a shit, as she states, "oops, wrong dorm." and grabs a towel, covering herself and swaggering out of the dorm, and across the hall to her actual dorm.
I sigh, going to the dorms door, ensuring it's locked at least 12 times over, and stumbling to the bathroom, and closing the door, with blood staining the doorknob.
I'm still in the shower, with the freezing cold water sweeping over me, blood pouring into the drain, swirling into a blackened abyss, the freezing water coursing over the countless scars from the miasma of brawls, training, etc. I use this time for contemplation, first off, how did I get here? I mean, I am very pleased with the second chance I have been given, but, why the fuck was it me to be dragged from Miami and into this place, why not Corey, why not any of the others? Why was I the one left all alone, once again, just like the earlier times in my life, when I was abandoned by my parents, my family, left to rot in the bog that was the streets of Miami in the 80's, Left to fend for myself, fighting for money in a brothel house, run by Russian mobsters, whom I would later brutalize in an orderly fashion for their crimes against both humanity, and my own chaste, as the Russian fucks sold my virginity off to a completely revolting cougar, who wanted a young fuck without having to kidnap or grab her son yet again, yes she was incestuous with her own flesh and blood. Those pigs, and that woman, met their end at the hands of both me, and a younger, more violent Corey.
I realize I had been sitting in the shower for multiple hours, and should probably vacate the area before I become a human raisin. I quickly stand, turning off the water, and stumbled out, sticking the old, bloodied clothes I have been wearing for the last few days, and unlock the dorms door once more, taking off for the roof of the building for some privacy. I stumble up each and every step, and kick the slightly ajar door open, to find not only a lack of that peace and quiet I had hoped to find, I instead found the entirety of team RWBY alongside Nora and Ren. The concerned glares sent my way suggest an intervention was afoot.
To Be Continued...