4. Dark
Series: Vampires
Character: Rock
Comments: Multi-parter. Part 2 of 2.
It's raining, and he's still lying on the ground where they left him. He feels empty, like a plastic bag filled with holes. It's like the rain goes right through him, as if he were nothing but air. His book-bag is lying in a puddle at the end of the road. All his books are going to be soaked, but he just can't bring himself to care.
It's that damn school. He hates going to school, absolutely loathes it. He's managed to repress some of the worst things that happen day-to-day, and he might as well since nobody's going to help him. All of the grown-ups just walk right past him, and he's convinced that the other students might could kill him and nobody would do anything until it was too late. The wounds they've inflicted on him goes well against the law, yet nobody does anything and he can't do anything because it'll all just get worse then. Not even his friend can help him, since he'll just get involved and Makube couldn't stand that.
It's Makube now, everybody says that and the despicable grown-ups force him to answer to it. They keep saying they "love children", and "Of course he's special" but that's just lies. His torn-up homework is evidence enough, yet the grown-ups still make him redo it and scold him for "lying" that a bully tore it up.
What did he do to deserve this?
Oh, right. He's an orphan.
He's thirteen years old and the world has crumbled ten times over.
….............
He's standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his tie. His hair is black, now, after those damn teachers made him dye it back, despite his protests. But nevermind them, nevermind. His fist is still clenched.
The black suit fits him perfectly. It's not only new, it's tailored specifically to fit. He's thrown the dirty cap away a long time ago, he's no longer a child. Besides, and more importantly, he's got the money and ability to get anything he wants now, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to use that.
He smirks as he looks nto the mirror. Tonight, he is going to put his master plan into action. His own plan that he tailored himself and it is going to work. There's no more sitting around taking orders from idiotic grown-ups. All he's won by playing by their rules are bruises and beatings, but he'll have his revenge. Oh, how he'll have his revenge.
One last check, yes, the gun rests safely in it's holster. One last practice:
"Mr Utoshita, do you remember a certain student you once had?"
He's seventeen and king of the world.
The picture of a blonde smiling boy in a red newsboy cap sits by his desk, gathering dust.