Title: Maybe Someday

Author: bloodandkisses

Email: PG-13.

Disclaimer: Belongs to Frank Peretti and The Matches (Audio Blood)

Pre-Hangman's Curse (Book) from Ian Snyder's POV. This is my first real shot at a FanFic, so I need all the criticism I can get!

Angst

Chapter 1

Ian Snyder Stood outside Baker High, looking at it with his cold, dark eyes. Around him, groups of kids with their bright and eager smiles and new cloths stood in groups, reuniting with old friends. They would glance at him, whisper to each other, and giggle. Ian could already tell high school was going to be just as lovely as junior high. With his pale hands in his black trench coat, he walked in, as prepared as he could be for his first day of high school.

As he entered, a student assistant asked him to remove all metal objects and put them into a small plastic container. Baker High was installed with metal detectors- the first in the state. This is going to be fun… thought Ian as he removed his pendant earring, spiked chains from his neck, metal and leather wristbands, belt and chain from his jeans. He put his hands in his pockets to get out his keys, and his finger touched something thin and sharp. Sht. he thought. He had forgotten about the razor blade he had in his pockets. Maybe it's small enough to let me though. He thought and walked though, relived, as it didn't beep.

Ian's locker was on the main floor, and he had no problems finding it. He still had plenty of time before his first class, so he unloaded his belongings into the locker and put his worn out black bag on the bottom. Lucky for him, the halls were mostly empty, except for a group of Grade 12 jocks were just a few lockers down from him.

He tried to keep his face down and ignore their comments, which wasn't too hard as he was used to doing so.

"Hey freak! " one of them called. This was followed by muffled laughs. "Hello? I'm talking to you, creeper!"

Ian glanced over, his cold eyes showing no signs of weakness or emotion.

"What's your name?" a redheaded jock asked

"Ian" he replied.

"Ian," the jocks walked up behind him. "Watch yourself, freak." One of them hissed in his ear before shoving him hard into a locker and walking away.

After they left the hall, Ian sat; leaning against the locker, struggling to catch his breath- the push had knocked the wind right out of his lungs.

"Fck it. "He muttered under his breath before locking his locker and walking down the empty hallway.

"Good Morning, and welcome to Baker High!" said an overly perky teacher. "I know you're all probably quite worried, and even a little scared as this is your very first day of high school and all, but I think you'll all find out soon what a warm and accepting place Baker High really is."

Oh, I already know…thought Ian. He sat at the very back, surrounded by kids in colourful cloths-a strong contrast to his all-black attire, hair and even eye makeup.

"My name is Mrs. Abbott and I'm your homeroom teacher this year. If you ever have any questions about high school or anything, just come to me and I'll be glad to help you. But, I'm excited to meet all of you, so one at a time, I would like you to come up to the front and tell me your name and one thing that your really looking forward to this year."

One by one, each student walked up, gave their name and some lame thing they were looking forward to, like "meeting new people" or "trying out for the sports teams". One nerd-like student even said he was looking forward to science class.

Ian stopped paying attention and started drawing on the open page in front of him. It was of nothing in particular, but more an abstract and gruesome collection of sculls, skeletons and decaying and bleeding bodies.

"You in the back, would you come up, please?"

Ian looked up. The class was starring at him. He slowly stood up and made his way to the front. He could hear whispers and even a few giggles.

"My name's Ian Snyder," he began "and I guess I'm looking forward to the last day of school." Ok, that was kinda lame. He thought. But it's true. He walked back to his seat at the back.

The teacher looked at him with a mixture of uncertainty and confusion. "Um…thank you, Mr. Snyder…Now, does anyone have any questions about today or about high school?"

Ian zoned out again. He could tell by her reaction to him that the teacher was already not fond of him- he scared her. It was obvious in the way she reacted to him. I'll give her something to be scared of. I'll give them all something to be scared of.

The rest of the day crept slowly by. When the final bell rang, Ian was more than ready to go home. He escaped from the school as discreetly as he could-he was in no mood for harassment.

In Junior High, he had at least come across a handful of people that were "like him", so to speak-dark and tormented. But here, there seemed to be no one. Maybe I'm just not looking hard enough. He thought. He had avoided certain areas of the school- he had even eaten his lunch outside. But there had to be some people like him.

Ian unlocked the door to his empty home and walked down to the basement and into his room. He sat on the edge of his bed, kicked off his boots and lay down. He put his headphones on and turned up the death metal to the maximum.

By the time Ian woke up, it was eight o'clock. He pulled off his headphones, only to hear a heated argument between his mom and dad. He trudged up the stairs and into the kitchen, not surprised to see any sign of a dinner.

Ian opened the fridge. All the screaming from his parent's room was giving him a headache. "Whatever. I'm not hungry." He mumbled, closed the fridge and went back to his room.

He pulled off his cloths, leaving them amongst the cloths already there and crawled into his bed, not ever wanting to come out.

"Sht!" cursed Ian as he ran down the hall. He was 15 minutes late for his first class- he had overslept. It was a "B" day, which meant his first class was art. As he walked into the studio, his spirits immediately lifted- at the back of the class away from all the other students was a group of black-clad students.

"Good morning, and who might you be?" Ian heard some one ask him.

He turned around, to see a younger teacher, no more than 30. He had a look in his eyes that was non-judging.

"Ian" he responded.

The man smiled. "I'm Mr. Sandrian. Welcome to art class."

"Um…thanks…" said Ian, unsure of what to say.

"Listen- It's only the second day, so I'll cut you some slack." Mr Sandrian said, "Today's just an introducing class. I want to see everyone's style and skill, so you can do anything you fell like, as long as I have a finished artwork by the end of class."

"Ok." Said Ian, still unsure of what to say.

"Go sit somewhere and let's see what you can do, Ian." said the teacher.

Ian walked towards the group of students he had noticed at the start of class and sat down at an empty chair near the end of the table. They silently seemed to accept him. They talked softly amongst themselves and worked on their artworks, which were dark, mysterious, and, in some cases, disturbing.

One girl caught his interest particularly. Ian thought she was…well, beautiful. She had long black hair and pale skin and eyes. Her clothing was black and tight against her body. But that wasn't all that caught his interest-her artwork was amazing.

"You like that?" an older boy, who caught him starring asked.

"Yeah its awesome. " Ian responded

"Yeah, well…in the fifteen minutes she's been here, Crystal's impressed all of us." He said. His black hair was spiked straight up, but two long chunks were on either side of his face. "I'm Rider, by the way."

"I'm Ian"

"I know." Said Rider. "I've seen you around the school. You kind of keep to yourself."

"Can you blame him? That fck head Todd has been on his case even before the day started yesterday." Said a girl beside him with short-ish black hair and lots of piercing. "Why don't you stick with us?" she asked.

"Yeah." Said another boy. "We all know misery loves company."