Off the Pedestal:
Chapter Two:
Full Summary: AU. Paul POV. First in the 'Disturbed' trilogy. His grandfather had always warned him about his powers, shifting especially. He'd ended up a cripple, and didn't want to see Paul end up like that. But it eventually got to Paul too, and though he's fine physically, he's now insane… Look out, Carmel, Paul Slater's coming to town.
A/N:Hard to write. Want to get to the exciting bits XD Still, those are coming in soon, as, so far, I only have seven chapters planned, though there will be more.
Oh, I won't always be able to update this quickly, but it's bank holiday weekend.
The mis-spellings of Kelly's name are intentional, as are the name changes.
In no way does Paul's feelings about things reflect mine. But this is Paul we're talking about, and we aren't very alike.
And there's bound to be loads of freaky shifter powers throughout these fics. You've been warned. Without further ado, here's chapter two.
I've been sitting out here for God knows how long. Who knew the bloody lessons here was so long? Still, at least he didn't send anyone looking for me. But… that look on his face. He looked so shocked, but also was going really red, like something had knocked the wind out of him… ah, to have that effect on someone….
Then again, he could always be worried that I'd contaminate the other pupils. You know, with insanity, or even with swear words. Yeah, maybe by saying something in front of them, they'll all say it, and it'll become a complete school rebellion!
I'll have to try it sometime.
Not that I actually want to talk to anyone here, but still, this is total boredom – and that being the understatement of the century. Then, all of a sudden, seemingly simultaneously, all the doors burst open, and kids walked out, chattering.
…Creepy.
Who'd have thought this place didn't have a bell system? Didn't they think it would have been nice to tell me? You know, the poor, helpless new kid. After all, that's what they think I am, isn't it? No matter how far they are from the truth… Load of self-centred bastards. Maybe they wanted me to be dumb and stay in there while they went out because there's no freaking bell, and then lock me up in there?
Wouldn't put it past them. The priest – he looks pretty damn eccentric, but he acts way too kind, so I wouldn't put it past him to have formed this devious plan into a false sense of security so that they could lock me up for the sake of the others? Well, priesty, I won't fall for your meagre tricks. I'm far more intelligent than you think, and soon you'll see that.
So anyone, out everyone comes out, Kerry glowering when she saw me, along with several other people she seemed to have made her cronies. Too late for them, but not too late for me. I wouldn't stick around with her to save my life. At least I had some inkling of common sense; no one here seemed to.
I didn't really want to talk to anyone, but couldn't help shouting out, 'hey, Katey? What's got your knickers in a twist?' She turned around and gave me a death glare and walked away, several of her cronies echoing her, but not coming to fight me, either because I was the weak little new kid or they were scared. And yeah; they better be scared. I wield more power than they can even comprehend, and I can crush them wherever and whenever I like.
This charade is so much more fun, though. I can get out of any situation they put me in. I'm no prisoner, and won't be treated as one, nor am I some bloody leaf that crumples as soon as you stand on it. I'm strong, I'm powerful, and I don't intend to let them forget that when I'm through here.
Before I get expelled, that is. It's inevitable really, my getting expelled. It always happens, but what they say I've done, well, it's not even true. It's a load of crap, basically.
Anyway, so they stand by and glare and think I'll do nothing about it. Oh, but I can torture, and I can imprison. I can do whatever I want, and no one and no thing can stop me. It's almost like I'm invincible, and I'm far better than those bastards. I could beat them with a flick of the finger, I could burn them, I could knife them…
When you think about it, there's so many methods of murder, aren't there? Shooting, poisoning, freezing, head injuries, abandoning, and then just giving people a little push in the right direction… I could do all of that, and have no regrets. Nothing stands in my way. Nobody stops me getting my own way. I am a free spirit (haha, corny pun, I know), and I can do whatever I want.
People probably think this is why I'm so dangerous, but loads of people could do those things. They just don't think about it, or don't plan on doing it. Regardless of what other people can do, I can do it better. I can do it SO much better, so much slower, that they'll be BEGGING to die…
I must be looking pretty damn murderous, as all those who were staring turn away, and starting to whisper. They'd better stop. I'm watching. I'm always watching. I'm like a God. I'd say I was their God, but what'd the fun be in that? Wait 'til they work it out, wait 'til they see my power…
And they'll be begging me to get lost and praying that they were me… and it would never happen, and I would reign supreme… That is, if I could figure out that STUPID puzzle.
So I stand up and start walking, glaring at everyone looking at me, smirking and manage to unnerve everyone to the point of them turning away from me.
Ah, life is great.
Anyway, so, to occupy myself, I begin mentally (and shamelessly, might I add) undressing girls. A great cure to boredom, really, plus you get a heck of a lot of pleasure from it… Some of it's quite funny, really, particularly when people are fat, or albino like that in chick in homeroom. Then you get people like Kathy… wow. And then you get…
…Glowing latino males...
Eww. Just, eww.
I freeze.
I did not need that mental image. Bloody ghosts; they're always showing up at the most inconvenient times. I don't want to see another ghost as long as I live!
The crowd seems to be pushing against my back, wondering why I've stopped. I put on a death glare and they decide that the most sensible thing would be to go around me.
Wow, we must have some regular Einstein's here.
Anyway, so I stare at the ghost, but he doesn't look like he's looking for me. Wonder of wonders. Bit stupid really, though. Why look for someone when they can't see you? See, ghosts minds don't work right. They go all weird and wacky and want 'a last view of their beloved before they die'.
Damn sob stories.
Of course, I'm no weakling. I don't LET them have what they want. After all, what kind of guy would I be then? Letting a guy get his dying wish? Sorry, but you missed it. You're dead. Letting a guy get his death wish? You're life's over, sod off and stop bugging me.
They never stop though. They always come, and I always send them away. Makes it sound like I'm successful, and I am. I just don't follow the rules – in anything actually, not just ghostbusting. Paul the Ghost Buster. Nah, Paul the Ghost Slayer sounds better. Can you even slay a ghost? What fun would THAT be? Have a fight to the death with a ghost, be within an inch of your life, and then dump him where he can't ever leave. So yeah, ghosts sometimes can be used for amusement purposes (after all, who'd want to use them for anything else? It's not like you can 'partake in liberties with them', anyway), but at the moment, I didn't want anyone coming over.
And he wasn't.
Hallelujah.
He doesn't seem to look at me, but I glower at him anyway for good measure (people stupid enough still to be watching look away, probably thinking I'm kind of mad, as the corridor's clearing out now and no one's around where the spectral dude is) and walk off.
No ghosts. No people. Just me. And if I can get that, then great. If I can't, some Higher Power is going to pay when I get my hands on him… which is only a matter of time, really. I chuckle hollowly, and several people back away.
Let them think I'm crazy! Let them think I'm insane! I'll prove my sanity in the end. I'm perfectly fine, and they're the screwed up ones. And the screwed ones, too, if you catch my drift – or at least, will be, and in both definitions of the word for the girls, too.
This is my life, and this is how I live it, and that will never change.
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