A Jamais Tombé
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Well I'm not really sure who the uke is in the story. But I kind of know but I don't really want to give it away. But for a little hint think about the way the both of them act. It seems like Tala is more of the submissive type, but hey why not make them both switch off? Because as you will find out Tala becomes a lot braver in the upcoming chapters, it may have something to do with his friends. His friends are also going through giant changes. Now the side story isn't really a side story because it eventually ties in with the true enemy and the ending. The Fae Pixels are very strong creatures when it comes to fighting. And they don't like heaven…. Kai's appearance will be explained more in this chapter, as we will have a section from his POV. Yes, Tala is a disturbing individual but this story is about him finding love, growing up, facing his past and realizing a big secret. Yeah crap like that. The story was originally rated for gore and love concepts. But for a hint in the future, watch how the other people's relationships are, Tala bases his attitude on the way his friends feel!
The story title and chapter names are in French. The title means 'Forever Fallen', Chapter one is 'Enter the cemetery', 'A Guardian' and this chapter means 'They're heretics'. (Demonic)
Nephilim – It's what Rei is and will eventually be used in the story. Rei is a child with a human mother and an angel father.
Chapter 3 – Ils sont des hérétiques
Tala walked at a leisurely pace along side his closest friend, Chris Dowde. Ahead of them Arty sung out loud the lyrics to some song. Chris smiled, "You know she is obsessed with that song. I'm sorry I even told it to her. She went right out and bought their CD." He laughed and used his foot to accelerate himself as he rolled steadily along.
"What song is it?" Tala asked as he swung his backpack around to his other shoulder and used his free hand to move his bangs out of his eyes.
"Faggot."
"Excuse me?"
"No, that's the name of the song. It's a song called 'Faggot' by KoRn. I'm not quite sure how old it is, but it is one of their best songs, to me at least. Then again, I haven't really listened to them much." Chris spoke while keeping a gray eye on Arty's retreating form. He loved the way the school issued skirt flew up a few inches when she skateboarded. It gave way to a nice look at her thin legs. In fact, it was almost too much of a good view. If he could see it why wouldn't others? He didn't want anyone to see her. He should be the only one. Chris gritted his teeth. If he told her she would want to know why he was looking at her ass. Suddenly there was a dull pain in his arm and he immediately snapped back into reality.
"Hey Little Boy Blue, go sleep somewhere else," Tala said. "I wanna know what the song's about. I mean, it has to be something if Arty's going around singing it out loud. She hates her voice." Tala was genuinely curious. Who wouldn't when you thought someone just called you a faggot?
"It's about a fag. He's singing about how gay and straight guys really aren't that different. In the beginning he just sings about wanting to know why everyone picks on him. And if you listen hard enough you can hear Arty singing it." Chris laughed; he knew how much his younger sister hated her voice. He also knew how badly she was obsessed with the song.
Here I am different in this normal world.
Why do you tease me, make me feel upset?
Fucking stereotypes, feeding their head.
I am ugly please just go away.
Tala grimaced a little at the words; it reminded him of how he felt about the beautiful guy he had rescued last night. He didn't even know if the guy was even real. 'Am I gay?' Tala though. 'I thought he was beautiful. He was beautiful.'
I can see inside you fine, this blessing in disguise.
Why do you treat me this way?
Make the hate stay.
'What will they think? I don't know. What if I'm over reacting? No, I don't think I am. Okay, quick test.' Tala looked quickly over to Arty and tried to think of perverted things to do to her. As hard as he tried, he felt nothing stirring, except for the feeling of wanting to hit himself. He was disgusting trying to mentally rape his best friend's sister. Mentally he hit himself. He was tired and he felt like he had run a marathon last night. 'That attempt was crap.' Without really noticing, Tala waved to group of girls that he knew from school. 'New test subjects?' Quickly he picked out the prettiest one and replayed his earlier thoughts. It was faint but he defiantly felt a reaction. 'So at least I'm not totally gay.'
I sound like I can never seem to escape, all the laughing all the pain.
If you loved me, what would you do?
Nothing probably, you'd just go away.
Arty's singing was really getting on Tala's nerves and he wished Chris would say something. Almost as if he heard Tala's prayer, Chris answered his problem, "I would get her to shut up but than I would have to scream my lungs out to get her to hear me. Let's just hang back and let her get outta range." Tala nodded, "Her singing could be worse. But, I mean, it's also not the world's nicest song." Tala struggled with his words but Chris nodded like he understood. Offering Tala a smile, Chris began to hum his own tune.
I'm just a pretty boy, whatever you call it.
You wouldn't know a real man if you saw it.
It keeps going on day after day son,
YOU FAKE if you don't want none.
Tala shook his head as he tried to clear his mind of what someone like him would want. Deep down he knew that he was afraid of what he wanted. What if what he wanted turned out to be something he didn't want? All the thoughts swirled around in his head too fast, and Tala started to feel dizzy.
I'm sick and tired of people treating me this way everyday.
Who gives a fuck, right now I got something to say,
To all the people that think I'm strange, that I should be outta here locked up in a cage.
You don't know what the hell I fuck now anyway.
What was it Tala truly wanted? Did he want girls with overly large breasts and huge thighs or did he want the creature from his dreams? It was all too confusing; Tala focused his thoughts on something else like Chris's humming. He was humming a tune that seemed familiar, but Tala couldn't remember the name. That was okay though. Anything to keep him from thinking about his worries was good with him.
You got this pretty boy feeling like I'm enslaved.
To a world that never appreciated shit;
You can suck my….Finally Arty's singing faded away and Tala could finally hear himself clearly. And with her singing, and her song, went all of Tala's worries.
Tala scratched his head as he sat on the cement stairs in front of the school. "Let me get this straight: you brought a video camera to school to tape a day in your life for your brother?"
Chris nodded eagerly, his silvery hair bouncing up and down with the movement of his head. "You got it Sherlock. Damn, you're a smart one." Chris smiled widely and a few of their other friends walked by. He waved to Johnny but then his look changed to a horrified one as Hillary walked up behind Johnny. 'Poor Johnny is her current new victim. I remember when she followed Arty around, after a day Arty punched her lights out. Wish I had a camera than.' Quickly Chris took the video camera out of the black bag hanging off his shoulder. He lightly tapped the 'on' button.
"Is it on?" Tala asked moving closer to the camera's lenses.
"Yes it is on Tala and I'm getting a lovely view of your left eye. Come on, move! I wanna tape Johnny's reaction."
"What reaction?" Tala looked around quizzically until he saw Johnny, then he nodded. "I'm gonna love this one."
Johnny kept looking over his shoulder as Hillary steadily moved closer. He walked a little faster but she didn't change her pace, for she was like a lion stalking her prey. And Johnny was prey that everyone should feel sorry for. Once every two weeks Hillary picked someone to follow around non-stop, ether it was because she was 'desperately in love' with them or because she hated their guts. This week's currently victim was Johnny. Hillary, as of late, seemed to have a fetish for gothic boys, especially the ones with eyeliner. And for that reason only Chris had stopped wearing eyeliner.
Chris hated when he wasn't wearing eyeliner. Arty loved it when guys wore eyeliner and, hell, Chris would dress in drag if it would turn Arty on. He would do anything to get her to truly notice him. In fact, Chris was so obsessed with Arty that he wondered if that would cause Arty to permanently hate him. But these thoughts were suddenly thrown from his mind when Hillary cornered Johnny.
She grabbed his arm, causing him to drop his books, and then she jumped up and down, causing her already too short skirt to ride up her thighs a few inches. Chris turned the camera to Arty for a second and saw her upper lip curled in disgust, when she looked Chris's way he quickly looked back. The camera was off focus for a few seconds and the image turned black and white as it bounced off someone walking too close to Chris. Immediately he turned with a snarl on his face to call out obscenities, but than he realized it was just Miriam. He saluted Miriam as she turned while walking into the school; she shot him the middle finger and disappeared from view.
Suddenly something yanked the video camera out of his hands, and when Chris turned he realized it was Tala. The younger boy now held the video camera in front of his face, watching Johnny scream as he was dragged away in the small monitor. "Hey Chris, does Arty know what you're doing?" Tala was smiling and seemed to have a hard time holding in peals of laughter.
"That was a classic. I didn't know Johnny could scream like a girl," Chris said, avoiding the question. Suddenly Miriam came running back towards them. She stopped in front of them and was breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to catch her breath. "What is it Lassie? Is Johnny in trouble?" Chris said with mock interest. Tala started laughing and through his laughter he was babbling something about Johnny being dragged away.
"Ha ha, jackass. You're a real riot. Remind me to never tell you some kick ass info again," Miriam scowled. Despite what she always said, Chris knew that she would never hate him.
"So what's up Lassie?" Tala asked, his eyes shining with laughter.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that," Miriam smirked. "There's a rumor going around the school. Yeah, I know you guys could care less about rumors but I think you'll be interested in hearing this. Supposedly there are two new super hot guys, and they're both in our grade!"
Ozuma sat down next to Tala and folded his arms over his chest. "That's great and all but when did they become gay?" Chris snickered and Miriam's eye twitched at her boyfriend. "You know you should be careful about what you say to your girlfriend." Miriam frowned and stuck her lower lip out.
"Yeah," Tala added. "You should be worried Oz, she is the one that gives you free blow jobs. Remember? The other girls make us pay." Chris held up a hand over his mouth to hide his smirk, and Ozuma paled a few shades.
"Since when have you ever believed this jerk?" Ozuma said with a strained voice. Even though Tala had been lying, Ozuma wasn't so sure that Miriam was in a good mood. When Miriam was in a good mood, she tended to let every crack aimed at her hit its mark. Because when Miriam was happy, no one could ruin it for her. If she was mad—now that was a whole different topic—it was best if you stood out of her way.
"Oh yeah, laugh it off you guys. Let's all make fun of poor old Miriam. Why? Well, you see, we just get a kick out of it." Miriam was obviously in a good mood.
"Can she read minds or what?" Chris laughed as he poked fun at Miriam. Ozuma smirked and latched his arms around Miriam's waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "That's Miriam, my mind reading girlfriend who just happens to be very good looking." Ozuma played along with Chris's joke.
But then, Chris got serious. "Have you seen Arty?" he asked as he looked around the school steps, but didn't find her.
"Dude, you have a serious sister complex. Arty is in school, harassing people. I think she is going to do something in the main office," Miriam said as she took the video camera from Chris's hands and looked through the viewfinder. "Is it on?" Chris nodded. Miriam focused the camera on her face and waved. "I'm Miriam and this is my boyfriend, Ozuma." Ozuma gave a little wave.
"Why do you have a video camera in school?"
"My brother wants me to tell him how we have been, so I figured I'd save some trees and use a camera." Chris waved his hands around as Miriam focused the camera on him. Suddenly, the bell rang and a crowd of students surged forward. After the students had passed, Chris appeared from his hiding place from behind the garbage can with Tala. Miriam and Ozuma were on the ground, the video camera held high above Miriam's head.
"Now that was viscous."
"No respect, damn preps and jocks."
"Excuse me for a second while I load my gun."
Arty walked through the main office quietly, relieved that most of the people who worked in the office were at a faculty and staff meeting. That meant Arty was in luck; she could do what she came to do without getting caught. She poked her head through the door where the school kept the speakers and P.A. System. There was a sheet of announcements that looked so very tempting.
Arty took the announcements sheet and put a different piece of paper there. Then she started fiddling with the microphone. She finally figured out how to unhook it and removed it from the sound system. She put a different microphone in its place.
Suddenly Arty heard someone opening the office door and walking in. Quickly, she flicked the lights off and ran out of the tiny room. Arty ran underneath a desk and sat there, quietly waiting. Peering through a crack, Arty could barely see the person's silhouette. And it was most definitely a guy. The guy flicked the lights on and Arty had to slap a hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe her eyes; there was no way in hell that someone could look that good.
Suddenly Arty felt very self-conscious, and she pulled her skirt down so that more of her thighs were hidden. But when Arty moved, her hand banged into the desk, alerting the guy in the doorway that there was someone else there. His footsteps barely made any noise, so Arty was surprised when there was a face in front of hers.
Here was this extremely hot guy on his hands and knees in front of her and underneath a desk. If that didn't scream 'sex!' Arty didn't know what did. In the light Arty could see that the boy had black hair that was spiked and long in the front, and short in the back. He had shark fin tattoos on his face and was dressed in the school uniform. But he also had a lot of piercing and jewelry. And for Arty, the best thing was that he was wearing eyeliner, and a hell of a lot of it. Arty smiled broadly as she looked at his eye make-up. For some reason Chris had stopped wearing his eyeliner the past week and that upset her. For Arty a major turn on was eyeliner. Luckily, he didn't have any facial piercing.
"Well, never thought I would ever be underneath a desk with you," the boy spoke with a nasty laugh and dangerous smirk.
"W-What's so wrong with being with me?" Arty asked cautiously, observing her surroundings. If it came to it, she would grab the paperweight and throw it at him.
"Well for one thing you brother would have a fit and probably attempt to kill me."
Arty nodded and looked at the floor. "He tends to be a little over protective. But if you would please let me get out, I need to go to class."
"I've never met a Goth that's worried about getting to class." Suddenly the bell rang and the boy looked up at the clock. "Well I guess you should go if you're that worried about missing school."
Kai had to mentally hit himself; he didn't like the way his body was reacting to the girl in front of him. 'Arty, her name is Arty. But she's not just some girl...She's one of Tala's friends.' Kai had been able to deduct that information so far from following Tala around. Arty was Tala's best friend's younger twin sister. If it weren't for the height and gender difference, they would have been identical. They had the same faces and the same body builds, along with the same type of hair. It was just that Arty's hair was a lot longer that Chris's. Hell, they have the same eyes, a gray that was almost silver and seemed to sparkle with mischief and something else he couldn't recognize.
The girl got up and nodded, even though she had a little difficulty squeezing past Kai. She ran out the door, but a thought must have stopped her. "Please don't tell anyone you saw me here. I'll get in trouble again and I already have detention." Arty smiled nervously and the other boy nodded his head slowly. She had obviously done something she wasn't supposed to do.
As the girl ran out the door, Kai took a second to truly look at the girl underneath the mask she wore. His pupils dilated and then became like two thin crescent moons as he invoked his angelic power. Slowly he urged his mind towards the retreating girl like hands from a killer slowly descending. He encountered no mental barriers, or even a feeling of suspicion, as he entered her mind. Her thoughts must have been centered on something else. She was so involved in though that she didn't even notice Kai probing her mind. Kai searched through her memories, sorting them like he was a secretary. One thought stuck out at him in particular and it was one with Tala and Chris in it.
Thought
Chris was walking down the street during the late evening with his hands in his pockets. Arty slowly shuffled her feet through the dead leaves on the sidewalk. The silence between the two was thick, and to Arty, it felt unnatural. They were both out searching for their friend who had left their house four hours ago on a short errand.
Tala was supposed to have been back in less than five minutes. 'He promised.' Arty's thoughts were running around like young children on a sugar high. Tala had just gone out to get a video, what could possibly happen to someone when their destination was less than a block away? Arty shivered, for she didn't want to know about that. She had heard recently that the gangs around the area were growing restless and killing innocent people just to show how tough they were. She just hoped that Tala wasn't in that type of situation.
"W-What if he's dead?" Arty was panicking now and her voice cracked. Chris shook his head. "Tala is too strong to let someone get the better of him. He's strong mentally and physically. You know what he's been through."
Arty stopped walking and looked at her brother through tear filled eyes. "Could he fight off a blood thirsty gang? Could he do that? I think that I believe the most that Tala is incredibly strong. But could anyone stand up to a gang of twenty or thirty people? You know as well as I do that we could stumble over his body, lying in some ditch in some gag…"
"Shut up," Chris demanded as he whirled around and faced her. Arty flinched as his height towered over hers. There was something in Chris's eyes that scared her. She had said too much, but she was too worried not to say anything. It was wrong of her to suggest that he might be dead, even after she knew how sensitive Chris was to people around him dying. Their dad had died in the middle of a gang fight, and he was just as innocent. What made it worse was that Chris had to watch him die as a young child who was just five years old. Arty hadn't been there because she was at a friend's house. "I'm sorry," Arty mumbled.
Her apology fell on deaf ears. "Well, Arty? What if he is dead? Huh? What if our best friend is dead? What if we do come across his rotting corpse? What would you do then?" Chris was angry and he couldn't stop himself. Arty started crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't answer. "What if someone didn't kill him, and he killed himself? What would you do then? What if you were the reason he killed himself, with your constant nagging and lack of confidence in him?" Chris moved closer to Arty, his fist shaking in anger. His patience had been running thin lately, and Arty was just the last straw. Chris didn't even wait for an answer. He slapped her hard on the face.
The force of his blow sent her to the ground, her ankle twisting beneath her as she fell off the curb. In her desperation she grabbed for Chris and missed as tears filled her eyes, and she instead grabbed a tree. The bark broke off because it couldn't hold her weight and sent her falling hard on the ground. Her head hit the side of a car.
Chris was still shaking, but he looked on in horror as he saw his younger sister falling in slow motion. Her cheek was red and already starting to bruise. He backed slowly away, tears falling down his cheeks. He had hurt Arty before, but never this badly.
"Chris? Oh my god, what have you done?"
Chris whirled around see a limping Tala, who looked like a bus had run over him. He was like a deer caught in headlights and he couldn't take it. Chris ran, his legs carrying himself far as they could. He kept running even when he was out of sight. Tala rushed forwards towards Arty as fast as he could on his bruised leg. She was lying on the ground, a small pool of blood in back of her head, and she was more dazed than hurt. She shook her head slowly, 'Did I really provoke him that much?' She reached a hand out towards Tala and whispered, "You're alive."
"Why wouldn't I be? I didn't know you had so little faith in me. Arty, you should know I was always a sucker for living." Tala smiled at Arty. "Come on, you should get up so I can see how badly you hurt yourself." Slowly with Tala's help, Arty stood up in a dazed matter.
"I can understand why he hit me. I shouldn't have told him that you might be dead. He's so sensitive when it comes to death." Arty smiled sadly the memory of her father coming into her mind. Tala was quiet and he didn't say anything as he looked over Arty's head and arms. Her left arm was turning a nice red color, with multiple tiny scratches where she ran it along the tree. He foot was swelling, up but only slightly. It might have been broken or just sprained. The back of her head had only a tiny nick, but it just looked bigger because of the blood mingling in with her hair. With a disapproving look, Tala gently touched Arty's cheek underneath the developing bruise. Already it had turned a nice yellow and green shade.
"Come on, I think you should go to the hospital. I think you're fine but I just want them to look over you." Tala spoke quietly; he was still shocked from when he saw Chris hit Arty. The way she grabbed for him and missed, without him even trying to help her really hurt Tala. He knew that the twins had a deep connection, and he just couldn't understand sometimes why they acted the way they did. Someone could mistake them for lovers one second, the next as mutual friends, as then as enemies.
Arty nodded, dull tears slowly falling out of her blotchy eyes and onto her cheek. Tala let her lean on him as they slowly walked towards the hospital.
Reality
Kai smirked absent-mindedly to himself. No matter how much Chris appeared to love Arty, he had definitely hurt her. More than once it seemed, the way Arty kept thinking made him feel like she had been on this touchy subject with her brother before. Something inside him made Kai feel bad when he saw Chris hit his beloved sister. He remembered wincing when Arty's head it the car tire, and then the hubcap. The dull 'thump' made him almost want to puke.
Those feelings stirred unwanted memories in Kai's mind. Memories from when he was younger and he had felt vindicated and upset just like Arty.
Kai's Memory
Humming, Kai was humming a tune. It was a song that he couldn't remember the name of, and he could barely remember the band. The band name had something to do with knots. Slowly Kai leaned back; he was once again in his room being punished. But that wasn't too odd, even when Kai wasn't punished he spent most of his time in his room.
Even when he was away at school, he rarely hung out with anyone. Someone who was lucky enough to even have talked to Kai could claim to be his friend. Kai just wasn't a very sociable person. He remembered when he was younger he had always raised his hand to answer questions in school and participated, but that was when he was naïve and stupid. He was older know and knew what it meant if he got answers wrong, and he thought it was better if he just pretended to be stupid. People expect less of stupid people
When he showed out smart when he was younger, he always paid the price. His teachers and Grandfather would move him up ahead a year or into a more advanced class. So not only did his work get harder, but people started to really dislike him. Students would refuse to partner with him because they claimed he was 'too young'. They would refuse to talk to him and they acted like he was an inferior little child. They treated him like he was nothing and wasn't even deserving of his very own existence.
But what was funny was that Kai didn't care. No matter what they did to him, Kai never retaliated and never had bad feelings for them. In fact, because of the way he acted, people though that there was something wrong with him. Something seriously wrong.
Kai laughed to himself and slowly walked to school. It was late, around dinnertime, but Kai took his time. He had all the time in the world. Even though he eventually knew that he would die. Kai checked his pocket for the items that he knew would be there. Items that he knew would have a drastic effect on a few select people's lives. As Kai rounded the corner, whistling to himself the song he remembered from earlier, the one by the 'knots' people, he slowly found that day by day he was remembering the tune to the song, and that he had started to remember a few of the words. Sometimes late at night he would sing them to himself. Just for the fun of seeing how much of the song he had gained.
Kai let himself in through the double front doors to his high school. Even though he was a year younger than most of the people attending the school, he had actually managed to make a few friends this year. Friends that turned out to not be true at all, people who pretended to want to get to know him. Now was the time, it was time for them to pay. Kai wouldn't let anyone get away with this. He had been walked over and beat up too many times to let people close too his heart and have them betray him. Kai laughed to himself and walked down the almost deserted school hallways. He had arranged to meet his ex-friends one at a time. First was Megan.
Climbing the steps in the back of a closet, Kai found himself at his destination point, the roof. And there before him was Megan. That double crossing bitch. He let the door shut loudly behind him and Megan whirled around to face him.
"I told you, you worthless fag. I don't want to have anything to do with you. I wasn't really your friend, asshole," Megan spoke with a sneer in her voice and her upper lip was raised in a snarl. Megan might have been an attractive girl, if it wasn't for the image she was currently holding. She was playing the part of a cold-hearted bitch, who didn't need friends, and would have sex for money.
"But, Megan, you're the only friend I've ever had. Gay fags don't have too many friends you know." Kai spoke with an insane smirk upon his face and an unnatural glitter in his black eyes. Megan snorted as Kai reached a hand out to her.
"Don't touch me you faggot!" Megan screeched as she slapped his hand away.
"But Megan, I need to show you something."
"What could you possibly have to show me, you mixed up fool?" Megan crossed her arms over her ample chest.
"Megan, I want to show you what it's like to die." Kai was silent after his last statement, and Megan looked a little surprised.
But then she suddenly put that nasty look back on her face, "Nice try ass hole. Like I'll believe that load of shit."
"You should have Megan."
"Should have what?"
"You should have been my friend." Kai pulled a small handgun out of his pocket and fitted a silencer on to the end of the barrel. Megan slowly was backing away with her hands in front of her body.
"Don't shoot me, please! I'll do anything!" Megan pleaded as tears ran down her cheeks, along with all of her make-up.
"It's too late Megan. You should have cared about living before you became who you are." Kai shot her leg and Megan almost screamed out in pain, but she held it in. She was trying to defy what she though the killer wanted. She wouldn't let him hear her scream. Kai's smirk widened and that crazy gleam was back in his eyes; Megan was doing exactly what he wanted her to do. "To tell the truth, Megan, I could care less whether or not a worthless whore like you was my friend. I never liked you. You always made me feel nervous. But it's your fault. You started all this. You made them hurt me. And for that you, will pay, you worthless whore. Die, fucker!" Kai shot her in the heart twice and each time his body shook with the force of the bullets emerging from the barrel. "Tell me what it's like in hell."
Kai turned around without one last final look. He knew the girl would die within seconds if she weren't already burning in hell. And if he got caught, he would join her in hell and make her suffer.
Reality
Suddenly the bell rang, removing him from his thoughts. It was a sharp shrill sound, so annoyingly disgusting that it was all Kai could take to not cover his ears. After being in the place in between heaven and hell, Kai had never heard something so painstakingly annoying. He could hear students walking into school like a herd of stampeding animals. He got up off the floor and dusted himself off a second before the door opened and a middle age woman appeared.
She looked surprised to see Kai there, but than recognized him when he handed her a form telling her he was the new student. She smiled warmly at him. "My, my, isn't that odd. Two new students in the same day." That sparked Kai's curiosity, but he didn't let it show. "I know it's your first day here, so don't be nervous. The teachers are so very nice here, along with the students. Just watch out for the Dowde twins…a good boy like you shouldn't mix yourself in with them." Kai almost rolled his eyes in disgust as the woman tried to reassure him.
"Oh, let me find you a guide." She quickly picked up a phone and paged a student named Brooklyn. Kai could hear the echoes of her announcement from inside the office. "Just wait here a few minutes and he should be with you. He is a little odd with the way he dresses, but he really is a good student." Than the woman looked at Kai for what must have been the first time. "On second thought, I think you two will get along pretty damn well." The woman ground out suddenly not so friendly.
Arty – Finally the end, I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner I though I had more of the story done. In fact in this chapter I almost when entirely off topic with all the flashbacks.
Yaumi – I think you just wrote them because you wanted to take up space and didn't feel like writing about Tala in school.
Arty – Akuma remind me to kill her later.
Akuma – Take a number and get in line.
Arty – Well I know some people asked me for a little more info on Kai and on why he was so, um well Kai-ish. So here you go!
By the way I mentioned two songs in here. The first one I don't own is by KoRn and it's called Faggot. Download it at your own risk and let it be known that there is a hell of a lot of cursing. The second song is a song by Slipknot (where the knots part came from). The song wasn't named but the one Kai was referring too was in called Wait and Bleed. It has a purpose in Kai's Memories. I don't own ether songs. I'm sorry if you didn't like the songs, but this won't be a song fiction. I needed to the songs to promote insanity, an interesting plot line and to make a character question himself. LOL
