--CHAPTER THREE

It was an hour after the fiasco in the front of the college when someone knocked on Tom's door. Tom threw a meat cleaver and it stuck into the door with a thunk. The person knocked again and Tom sighed.

"Who is it?" He groaned. He thought it was a teacher, but also thought it was an officer. He waited for the person to bust through the door with a pistol in hand, but it never came. All that came was a timid male's voice.

"Uh, hey, um… I'm in this room also. Can I be let in please?" The boy asked, nervous. Tom groaned. Great, he thought, a roommate. Just my fucking luck. Tom got up and opened the door. In came the most interesting person he ever met.

The boy had electric blue hair, millions of piercings, spikes, collars, chains, fishnet, and black chained clothing. His shirt said "F-U All POSERS!". Tom liked that shirt. He had glasses and wore dark black eyeliner and black lipstick.

"Hi. I'm Allen Creed." He looked at Tom and smiled. "Hey, ain't you that guy who smashed those thugs into a pulp earlier?" Tom reluctantly nodded and Allen laughed. "You have a lot of guts takin' on Dallas and his gang." He said and Tom turned his head.

"You know Dallas?" He asked quizzically. Allen nodded. He went into this entire story about how Dallas and his gang always beat him up because he was a "queer". He was tortured by them through his whole life, and never really said anything about it because Dallas would kill him.

"Yeah, well if he hurts you or your boyfriend, I will skin him alive and make beef jerky out of him." Tom growled. Allen laughed and eyed the chainsaw in the corner and the butchering knife set on the desk. He looked at the door and saw the meat cleaver stuck fast.

"Are those your knives?" Allen asked, "And chainsaw?" He added. Tom nodded and wrenched the meat cleaver from the door and set it in the box. Allen picked up a fillet knife and fingered it.

"Yep. My mom and dad got it for my birthday. You see, I plan to take up my father's business as a Butcher." Allen nodded.

"So why are you going into human anatomy?" Allen asked. Oh shit… Tom thought. Think fast…… He didn't want anyone to know that he and his family ate people.
"Um… just in case the business fails so I can get a job as a doctor or something…" Allen gave him a weird look, then nodded.

"Hey, you wanna get a drink? There's a bar somewhere near campus." He asked. Tom nodded and Allen picked up the phone. "I'm gonna call my boyfriend and we're gonna go, kay?" He added. "Is it okay if he comes?" Tom nodded.

He talked for a while and put the phone back. "He's gonna meet us there." Tom nodded again, then headed to his truck. Allen and him blasted Lynyrd Skynyrd, scaring a few kids out of their wits, then headed to the bar, where Allen's boyfriend was waiting.

"Hey, I'm Don. Who're you?" He said, shaking Tom's hand. Tom smiled and said his name. Don smiled back and invited them to have a drink with them.

"Oh, I almost forgot, that girl over there wanted to speak to you." He said, pointing to a girl with flaming red hair and a tan cowboy hat on. Shit, it's Annie, he thought, she's gonna kill me. Tom reluctantly headed toward her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and smiled.

"Hi Tom." She said. "I wanted to apologize about Dallas. He hated all guys that I hang with." She said. Tom shrugged.

"Don't worry about it." He said.

"It's just… I never saw anyone lose control like you did…" Tom looked at her, an emptiness appearing in his stomach. My god… she's afraid of me, he thought.

"I should apologize for that. I didn't-"

"Don't worry about it." She said. Tom smiled. For a moment, he actually felt as if he was liked by someone.

"Come have a drink with me." He said. She blushed, but followed him. He could tell that he was falling in love with her… but he was scared.