Basked in the moon's dull ambiance, the glade was vacant to joy or positivity.
Fear swelled in its dwelling, and the air weighed heavy with the uncanny, acrid scent of aged decay and copper.
The simple laws of this world were to kill or be killed. It was a matter of the strong dominating the weak, it was a tragedy as old as life.
Weakness was a sin, and for those who failed to triumph over their brethren, died… or festered into insignificance.
Crunch! – Snap! – Chirk!
Torn flesh & filthy brown liquid scattered across a small vicinity of the glade's bed of otherwise luscious green bladed grass.
The tranquil environment was perverted, warped with the oh–so–subtle noise of flesh being gnawed on.
"Ughhh… Nyahhhhhh…" A soft, delicate voice moaned between short spurs of quivering breaths.
Her eyes glazed with hunger, pliable impatience as she feasted on the moldering carcass.
It was so damn good! The woman continued to indulge her cannibalistic cravings with a constant replenishment of vigor. This feast of human flesh was her gourmet, she was the predator and her captive was nothing more than mere substance to satiate her pitiful hunger.
Her mouth salivated fiercely, impatience growing constantly. Each time her unnaturally sharp mandibles sank into the fibered tissue of fat and muscle, streams of thick viscous crimson would spill.
The flavor of human blood could only be compared to that of ambrosia, it always granted that desired euphoria when drunk.
Her delicate features contorted into an amiable, spine-chillingly crazed, demented smile, veiled behind her lengthy onyx hair. With hastened practiced movement, underlined with famished desperation, the woman plunged her fist into the abdominal cavity of her captured youth.
This annoying skin was impeding her from properly feasting on the scrumptious entrails!
How annoying!
Tear!
And,
Tear!
And,
Tear!
Lost in her feral stupor, she continued that meager meal.
Yet, as with all good things in life they seldom last…
The carcass of the youth was deprecated far beyond recognition, reduced to nothing more than a canvas of carnage.
Flesh-clad bone was tossed with careless ambition. Half-devoured appendages dangled limply from their socket, while less appetizing organs–the stomach, the gall bladder, and others–were discarded, they were merely unworthy.
From her regal black silk textured Kimono, the "Woman" drew a canteen crafted of bamboo, and a black textiled hankachi.
Soddening the rag with the canteen's contents, the woman with an air of elegance, regained her crazed bearing before cleansing her crimson covered face of any reminiscence of blood or flesh.
Her features were revealed in full.
Her face bore of heavy eastern heritage, her neck thin and swan-like, her features sharp and symmetrical. Her milk-white skin lacked any blemish that would tarnish her natural allure, flawless .
She was in all reguards–stunning undeniably so. Yet… she had this odd atmosphere of suffocating malevolence that betrayed the natural splendor of her beautiful exterior.
Lifting herself to her fullest, the woman admired her handy work with an added sneer, It was unbecoming for someone of her status to gorge herself so unsightly.
Such mindless livestock should just drop dead rather than running in fear. Those bastards should be blessed—blessed!—to have such a perfect being as herself to even dare the notion of feasting on their imperfect bodies.
The woman lacked empathy towards her actions.
To her, human life carried no more weight than a pig for slaughter. Like this the life of a human youth had flickered out, their body now used as a kindling towards her own raging flame of eternal youth.
"Such a pity," a sullenly sharp voice pierced from behind.
The woman flinched from the unprecedented noise. In absentmindedness the woman sharply flanked her gaze.
Nothing.
Her view was met with nothing, no person,
No person, no beast, no bystander…
there was nothing?
And yet, the woman's instincts told otherwise of her lacking gaze… A primal fear surged through her being, her limbic system began to taunt her with a plague of nauseating thoughts. Her body tensed, adrenaline flooding her veins.
The simple system of fight or flight was kicked into a zenith.
Her slitted irises, semblant of a cat and reptilian in nature, shrank into pinpoints as she scourged the jagged circumference of the glades edges, the brush, the dark.
"What was that?" The woman muttered under her breath, in the tongue of native Japanese.
"The youth of today… betraying their humanity in the goal of immortality and promised eternal beauty, it's rather ironic, such a musing really…" The aged voice mocked, their tone flat and hollow.
torn from audible emotion.
The woman's expression seethed with rage after hearing such utterance.
Snap!
"You know nothing!" she spat. "What would you know?! Do you—no, can you even understand the fear of treading the line between life and death? The misery of an illness that…" Her voice faltered, ravaged by incoherence, her spoken emotions blanketed the underlying truth… It was all just disgusting hypocritical justification.
Whomever it was poked they had clearly poked at a deeply suppressed insecurity the woman had.
The voice had struck deep. Too deep.
"Detestable," The voice taunted for a final time.
From the shadows of the woodlands, a man of slender silhouette and gaunt stepped onto the glade.
His skin sickly pale, his bones outlined beneath a frail frame. He wore light armor bound with silk and leather cords, draped in a frayed black kimono and a crimson-and-white haori. A wide-brimmed hat concealed his face.
His skin sickly pale, his bones easily observed beneath a famined figure. He wore a light maneuverable Sane bound with silk and leather cords, draped in a frayed black kimono and crimson–and–white haori which rested on his shoulders. The individual's face was concealed via a wide-brimmed chronicle hat which attired his head.
A yellowish wheat excluded from the person's mouth in a lazed manner,
With their forearms resting on their sheathed katana's shaft, the individual excluded an aura of neutrality and, yet, a contradictory — potent disdain evident from his earlier tone.
"You know," he said quietly "I once thought as you demons do…" The man muttered under his breath with a distant smile that never reached his eyes.
Clink!
"Wha-"
The female demon never had the chance to utter her final words.. Such a mercy would have been wasted on her
–THUMP!
—Pop! –Burst!
The demon's head flung several dozen meters from the neck of her startled figure, flung into the air the demon's head hit a distant pine caving in her skull before splattering her head matter explosively with a small drizzle of sharded bone and chunked tofu like flesh.
It was a gruesome sight,
"..." The man with forlorn eyes sheathed his Kanata back into its scabbard. The azure color of the blade faded back into its standard silver.
His movements were unparalleled when compared to that of meager man, they were inhumane in haste, a simple drawing of his blade was all the slender man needed to slay the unsuspecting demon.
A slash honed though countless years of desperation in the single pursuit of his own coveted death.
–Sigh…
Releasing the sigh which he bore for an unheeded amount of time, the man watched as the decapitated demon's body fragmented and cracked into frayish ash. Her body withered, and dissolved. The glade was silent once more.
The small glade was vacant of sentience with the exception of this lonely soul who merely watched this process of scattered essence.
"The 14th tonight," The man uttered with a discontent sigh, it already was a long night, he was tired but the value of slaying those who've fallen from humanities graces was the priority at the moment, his own leisure could wait.
Though not affiliated with any organization and without an incentive to continue with this noble steed of altruism. The man saw none of it, to him it didn't matter what such people thought, or their depiction of him.
Those similar to himself had coined the term Demon slayer, a large collection of people with similar harrowing escapades. Some had lost family, loved ones, some condemned themself with the vindictive thoughts of revenge, to others it was more superficial as that of good pay and promised welfare, and to a percentage in this cliche it was a matter of family lineage. The identical irony in them all was their equivalent hatred towards Demons.
Stealing another halfhearted glance fleeting towards the "remains", the man muttered a silent prayer under his breath as to rest the poor soul who lost their life.
It was a pity but the passage of time would continue, and the world wouldn't rest to mourn a single insignificant life.
Closing his eyes the man began to focus on the rhyme of his breathing, the sterile unconscious movement of repetitive exhalation was now his to command.
Inhaling sharply, he patterned his breath into the shape of an equilateral snowflake he patterned the motions of his breath into the shape of an equilateral snowflake, though this merely was in a metaphorical sense as it was a mere spawn of his imagination in order to bring out the full dexterity of his technique.
His muscles contracted, his adrenaline spiked, and an unhealthy amount of oxygen coursing forcefully through his veins.
PWOOM!
The release of his confined mussels gave way towards a powerful surge of speed which the slender man exploited towards his sprint, the man burst forward dashing back into the dense woodlands once more.
His desired location unknown, even to himself…
His goal–an aimless ambition which would bear no fruit.
Verglas 2 - Stead beginnings
Laid on his bed in a sprawled manor was a youth — the sheets were crumbled and his pillow rested asymmetrically with his current orientation.
The morning rays shimmered though the high angled tilt of the blinds. The basking sun of the dusk's morning hue was a constant occurrence, it was nothing to really pay attention to.
Beep! – Beep! – Beeb!...
"Ughhh" The youth groaned in despair, over his ended rest.
As with every morning his phone's blasted alarm had awakened him from the climax of a particularly interesting dream, again.
I guess he'll never have closure as to what happened to those peculiar tree monsters.
Reaching his arm over the space distancing himself from his nightstand, Rue cusped his phone as in sync with routine. With a simple tap of his thump he shut off the patterned beeping noise of that annoying alarm.
With a hearty yawn, small insignificant tears welled into his eyes as consequence, with his current grogginess, Rue casted a glance towards his phone's homepage, as to take note the time.
It was 5AM, it was fairly early in the morning but the dreaded time of school was only several hours away. Rue had always liked the morning, it was odd but he believed that following through with one's morning routine was the principle for a good prologue for the day. Humans are creatures of habit, and as such most habits die hard.
With a wispful grin now replacing his earlier misty expression, Rue slipped out of bed before proceeding to fix his disheveled sleeping arrangements. Rue had taken the words of that Navy seal to heart, A nicely made bed leads way to a good day. Simple actions like these allowed for the foundation of one's personal growth, no?
After several quick minutes of cleaning the clutter, he eventually stopped after feeling content with its look. With a neutral expression plastered on to his features Rue scavenged though his lacking wardrobe, an assortment of mismatching and old fashioned attire hung loosely aloof from the hangers. After gingerly scrolling through his garments, Rue fashioned an outfit which complemented his preferred look.
A pair of black fitted gym shorts, and a complementary fitted white shirt were today's choosing. While not flashy and what not, that's not what Rue liked, simplicity was his forte.
A shower was not a necessity in the morning, though its cleanse was nice, he simply didn't feel the need to do it today.
With paced strides, Rue rushed heartily down the stairs.
"Moring mum," Rue courtised quickly after stealing a glance at his mother's silhouette.
"Good morning, Rue" She briskly replied with added maternal warmth. As with every morning, his mothers expression was as bright as a thousand suns, it was always a gift in itself to bask in her presence.
An oddity, but that was just the natural splendor of most mothers, and breakfast smelt rather good.
***
Stood by the front door, Rue kept it ajar with his foot, but not exiting the abode until giving his mother a lively wave of departure.
"See you in a matter of hours" Rue au revoired before his exit from his mother's home.
His mother smiled in response.
Their house was nothing special, the architectural grandeur was a mere copy and paste with a few added ornaments to differentiate themselves from the neighbors, this was due to the HOA's stringent policies in the neighborhood.
It was one of the many white collar neighborhoods scattered across the United States, yet it was his home, his mother and father split only a few short years ago, and the few recollections that Rue still possessed of his father were hazed, muddled and full of fear.
His father was an odd contrast to his mother's warm and cheerful banter, how did they even meet? …or better yet how or why did his dear o'l mum even consider to conceive a child with such a bastard piece of shit?
Though such pondering was useless, and only caused unneeded ainxt, it always seemed helped to understand his past, even if its contents troubled him.
Without voicing any unnecessary words, Rue gave a content sigh, the academic dwelling was going to be his forced accommodation for the next 8-9 hours.
Today might not be as dull, after all it was another blissed Tuesday!
***
Structure and other such similar jargon was the common dogma within the labyrinth of twisted corridors, each leading to an array of subjects. Math, history, the classical arts, philosophy, and an excess of other subjects which wrangled the minds of high school students.
Prestige was the aimed reassurance that the school drip fed parents and guardians alike, it was a simple ideal, shepherding diligent students on their path to college or the workforce and given their toil the school would receive a hefty sum of funding from the state, it was a mutual relation built of cause and causation.
Pedestrian traffic was to a certain point rather unprecedentedly clustered, cliches of varied people all headed to their own destinations, salarymen who clad freshly drycleaned suits, youths with childish expressions which oozed carefree naivety from any real world experience, mothers who tended to their kin, teens huddled around one another for no apparent reason other than to detail textbook worthy information about the latest trends on social media or some daring gossip about peers.
Rue on the other hand catered to none of these groups.
"Rue!" A cheery voice came, its composure lacked consideration towards the surrounding people, and to be frank they didn't seem to notice or care.
Rearing his gaze towards the voice's inception, Rue was met with the bubbly expression of a similarly aged peer of the opposite sex.
The person in mention, dressed in lengthened white stockings which stretched until her knee. A navy blue chunky knit sweater coated over a white dress shirt paired with a modest sized midi skirt these garments comprised the majority of her attire, with the added onyx sling bag which hung loosely from her shoulder, it was appealing yet simple.
Stretched smoothly from her scalp was her unique platinum blonde hair which gave her chosen outfit a tinge of refinement.
Though such was quite far from the truth, the girl's bangs frizzled out in front of her face and her hair cascaded loosely down her shoulders, this extra detail gave an added touch to her already excluded adorable demeanor.
"Ritsue!" Rue quickly replied with equal vigor.
His heart fluttered as he saw his jubilant girlfriend. She was the color that painted his day, man are men are such fools when in love.
Maneuvering around the mass of people impeding himself from his partner, Rue was only a few short feet away from her now.
Extending his hand, Rue opted to offer his hand towards his partner.
Witnessing this public display of affection from her annoyingly stoic boyfriend Ritsue beamed,
Her features conveyed that of joy. Yet this was not enough for her, playfully swiping Rue's hand aside, Ritsue smirked as she quickly motioned her body forward wrapping her arms across her partner's neck.
With a sigh of defeat and glee due to the intimate embracement, Rue reciprocated Ritsue's movements, lacing his arms around her waist.
Now pressed against one another, the couple nuzzled into the node of each other's warmth. Words were not exchanged between the two during this time, they already knew what the other had to say. The feeling of the other's steady pulse and the patterned compression of their lungs told them all they needed to know.
It was peaceful and sound, the excess background noise dulled into obscurity, reality at this singular moment didn't matter, it was just the two of them against the world. Was it corny, yeah, but most exchanges of love tended to exhibit this.
Purringly avowedly, Ritsue finally spoke "You're such a sap," She mused with a grin, "but that's part of your charm" she voiced teasingly into his ear.
Rolling his eyes in response, Rue retorted "Maybe" He conceded with a mirth of amusement
"Well," he continued "let's take this some place else, since we're essentially acting as a blockade impeding these fine folks from their destinations."
With a pout Ristue pulled back "Fine, fine" She said dismissively as she unlaced her arms from his neck.
Casting a glance furtively, Rue let off a rare subtle smile before firmly joining fingers with his partner.
"So, how was your morning so far?" Rue poised, casting a sidelong glance.
The short intermission from his abode to school was a quick 22 minutes. It was quite nice, the sharp morning gale prickling against his skin with the additioned tranquility of the walk was quite quaint, this was especially so given his partner's added presence.
With an array of small talk exchanged between the two, Rue & Ritsue were both eventually met with the dreaded gate of the school's grounds, the concrete terrace was decorated with a simplistic schematic, patterned brick of marron and red took refuge decking the ground, small gatherings of flowered vegetation ornamented the center and outsides of the plateau.
With a short embrace the two reluctantly diverged to their own respective classes.
"Tschüss, Dear!" Ritsue purred with an endearing wave.
In his own rotor Rue gave a wry smile and stiffened wave, his current demeanor was a sharp contrast to his earlier affectionate display.
It wasn't that Rue was skittish or timid, no, it was the mere notion that Rue believed this conduct was natural given the current setting, it was school.
It would be annoying if his friends caught wind of their relationship, could you imagine the teasing he would have to endure?!
Seeing this Ritsue sighed with an unbidden roll of her eyes, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear she led herself to her respective class.
Oblivious to her disappointment Rue began his own quick stride towards his first period.
–Math!
Oh how fun!...
The halls were a dull monotonic white. The uncanny white fluorescents illuminating the halls gave an added texture of deweiriness. When assessed by a student, the school's interior design was mind numbing, and merely advocated another reason as to why they would dislike their forced attendance.
Arriving at his locker Rue swiftly imputed his assigned combination,
Click
With a swing of its hinges a small cubicle of space was revealed, its depth was just enough to stow his rucksack and text-books.
Retrieving the necessities for the first class Rue cusped the sling of his slung over rucksack before manhandling it into the locker.
With his possessions now stashed in the refuge of his locker, Rue with his text book in hand now headed to his first class of the day.
***
The silver steel door swung open with an unwarranted push, and thus Rue entered.
Meeting his view was the sight of 4 rows of wooden desks all parallel with one another and uniformly lined. It was a meticulous and conventional layout, noticing that other than himself the class was more or less vacant of life but with the exception of a few stragglers who sat in the back, he was otherwise alone. Rue shrugged more glad by the current desolence of the class than anything.
Not feeling the need to idly stand, Rue immediately began to search though the desks, for a seat which fancied all of his needs. Least such a search was short lived, his newly found desk for the given semester after a few seconds of scrutiny. The desk was stationed near the midst of the period's leftmost exterior, the desk offered a rather splendid view of the front of the class with Rue only needing to orient his head a few degrees in order to view its entirety, and most of all it was a window desk! Given a haze or just a typical off day Rue could easily wander off into a day dream while watching the splendor of the city's scape, the shade was perfect, the angle from the teachers desk was fit, and though the total distance between the door and he was visceral, it was worth a such meager cost.
WIth a content smile Rue perched himself onto the seat of his chosen desk.
***
BZZZZ!
The bell's tune sang its dreaded melody and thus began the preamble of the first class.
Several minutes after the bell's notice, an array of students from all walks of life began to file though.
Some chubby, others glamorous, a few twinks, one or two showoffs, a so-called whore who dressed the part, yet they were utterly skittish, geeks, bullies, wannabe's, and several of the so-called popular folks.
Rue more or less feigned ignorance of their existence, as he leaned forward with feline grace, delicately resting his chin on his knuckles, with a lazed expression.
The class was more or less plunged into a "state—of—chaos" after the students began to enter, a chaotic jargon began to arise in its dwelling.
Entering the class with stammered lazed steps was a middle aged man with evident balding and a growth of panda-like black circles which sunk his eyes into his skull, clad with a brown leather jacket and strewn with khaki trousers as the teacher.
His expression showed one of disdain, jealousy, anger, and annoyance as he discreetly stole a halfhearted sideways glance towards the riled class.
"Quiet down!" The man uttered in an overly loud grizzly tone, it was obvious his morning was quite troubled.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" a curly–haired brunet snickered in the back of the class.
"Yeah like… did he not have his morning coffee?" another retorted with a toothy grin.
"Nah, I'd do you one better, I bet his wife rejected his sloppy advances" A purple-haired girl voiced with a dismissive wave of her hand, evident or not she was attempting to note her presence within the group.
Hearing this the Teacher's ill will towards his students grew, but as always he feigned oblivion of their voiced utterances. Suppressing his quelling of emotions which threatened to begin to threaten their own internal coup the man was brought back to the words of his therapist, "take deep breaths, walter", muttering the quote as a mantra, the teacher began his lecture.
"Triganomic identities," he wrote in black marker.
***
Oh the lecture was a blast, truly, wrestling with the manipulated pythagorean theorem was of course a rather easy endeavor only needing the values of the legs or a given other, squaring the 'a' and 'b' values before placing the equated value into a radical and BOOM your 'c' or hypotenuse, simple.
Yet now imagine trig added on to this, yeah while in the beginning it may seem easy given all you really do is determine the adjacent, opposite or hypotenuse of the right triangle and you use Sin, Cos, Tan to determine those values.
Still with me?
Good…
Yeah simple, now triganomic identities, sin²θ + cos²θ = 1, now we use a unit circle and cartesian plane plugging in those once simple values into this.
Oh and it gets better since we now have Reciprocal Identities, Quotient Identities, Co-function Identities, Even and Odd Identities, Sum and Difference Identities, and Double Angle and Half Angle Identities just to name a few.
***
By the end lecture of this Rue was splashed with the cold hard truth of Pre-Calc, his mind which was already half in daze was much more so, it was a total 3 hours of math, no break, and hell the vindictive teacher exhibited his feelings of discontent towards the class in the most unoriginal of ways, by restricting access to the restroom during class,
"Well, you should have gone before the bell," he would repetitively say when a student voiced nature's calling.
'That son of a bitch' Rue gritted under his breath as he frantically rushed towards the male facilities.
Seeing a line trailing out of the male restroom, Rue cursed himself for his slow pace, yet this minor setback failed to deter the youth, his bladder felt as if it were on the verge of exploding, a searing pain rose from his nether region and legs alike complemented each step.
Finally reaching his destination after his minute-long panic-stricken search, Rue was faced with the faculty break room.
Throwing logic to the wind Rue pried the door open before rushing towards the restroom…
Slamming the door shut behind him, Rue locked it, now with quivering hands filled with anticipation Rue opened the fly of his shorts only to be met with…
"Fuck!" Rue seethed under his breath as he saw the current predicament of his member, his shaft much to his dismay was erected.
Much.. oh so much to his annoyance.
Tears threatened to spill from his eyes from its betrayal, he had to piss, and the pain was unbearable.
With all of his might Rue tried to calm his riled manhood, first he vacated his thoughts from anything which would arouse a young man. Yet, on the contrary much to his displeasure the opposite actually occurred, it was as if his subconscious was at odds with him, lewd thoughts began to surface, kissing Ritsue, her warmth, the softness of her breasts when she pressed against his chest for a hug, the texture of her tongue during the noble dance in one another's mouth, the smoo–
"What the hell am I thinking about you sick (BLEEP)!"
With his eyes dashing their gaze across the small restroom, Rue stared hungrily at the sink, without much contemplation Rue rested his manhood against the lip of the sink's bowl, before finally releasing. It was an unsanitary, and selfish act which paid no heed towards the needs of others but, so what?
–Sue him.
Relieving the contents of his bladder felt more euphoric than the sensation of masturbation.
Spilling the rest of his clear release into the sink's drain, Rue sighed, now and only now did it occur to him that he had just pissed into the sink the teachers' facilities.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack!
The uncanny bursts of an all too familiar weapon rang though the school.
[Staff.] came the shallow short burst of a voice laced with fear though the intercom [This is a lockdown it is not a drill–]
Several seconds of silence ensued…
[Vice principal what are you doing?-] The principal questioned his tone now torn with fear and–
Bang! –Burst! –Bang!
A sickening thud echoed through the intercom.
[All you had to do was ditch the school, Roger] Came a mocking tone drenched with amusement [Well well, students, teachers, staff…] a voice guised with honey said though the intercom
[Do you believe you will live?] The voice said once more now with an added giggle [Do you believe your precious law enforcement will save you?...]
[WELL NO!] they laughed profusely
[Oh and don't get your hopes up,] The voice said with a singing tone [This event is taking place in hundreds of schools across the country, and each is surrounded by a signal jammer & land lines have been manipulated… Whelp have fun surviving! –Click– ]
A deafening silence came once more.
Rue's heart raced in an irregular rhythm. An ice cold feeling crept up his spine— his eyes widened, he felt his gaze waver and his vision became increasingly clearer.
In a shaken voice Rue whispered rhetorically to himself "Ritsue… please be safe." Rue uttered as he cusped his knees to his chest, tucking his head in between his knees.
"Please be safe"
Verglas 4 - Powerlessness
I don't know how long it lasted really, it was more of a dream than anything, a surreal visceral dream.
That relentless body jerking sound of shots being fired, rounds being used and shells spilt onto the linoleum floors.
The sounds of my peers rang though the entirety of the school, the air shuddered with their wails, pleas, and cries.
And true to their word no one came… What little hope few of us possessed was swiftly muffled, Seated in that bathroom I sat isolated, a feeble feeling of self-deciving security connected me to my last thread of hope. A hope that I would live, but I wasn't so naive… such thoughts were scrutinizing.
A weakness, a fib I wanted to tell myself… "You pathetic piece of shit," I gritted in that manner where you wanted to yell but couldn't due to your clenched jaw.
I was going to die,
I knew deep down that one of them was going to break down that flimsy door that I currently viewed as my salvation, before swiftly and mercilessly ending me. How many stories were going to die in order to satiate their selfish desires!?
Chenching my hand, I forced my gaze up, the pain was a nice distractant, I was no hero, I wasn't altruistic, kind, noble, and most of all I was no hero, but… even if it cost my own, I wanted to save one.
–A life which encompasses my happiness, a kind and genuine soul.
"Ritsue," I say with that wry smile I've always seemed to donned "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do," I uttered with a somber expression
Reaching under the sink I clenched the silver handle of a fire extinguisher, cusping it as a vice I bore it close to my chest.
This was the integral of my plan.
Resting my ear on the surface of the door, I forced my concentration on that of any sound.
Other than the blunt bangs of distant doors, the sounds of anything else were basically negligible.
With a swift motion of my hand I unlocked the door, creaking it ajar I peered though the slim opening, after a few seconds of scouting I found that no one else was here
Stepping out of the faculty bathroom I slowly crept into the teacher lodge, though its trail I reached the kitchen, with calculated and quick movements I found myself searching through the drawers and cabinets of the kitchen.
There were seldom objects to put to use, but with the few I found I was satisfied. A dull knife, a wire and string.
I nodded as I held these things, reaching the teacher lodge's exiting door. I un-clipped the fire extinguisher before proceeding to prop it in a 30 degree angle, the reason being was so that the nozzle was faced with the entrance. Surrounding its aluminum body was a considerable amount of duck tape and a book which rested on the front lip giving it that 30 degree tilt, the tape was administered to provide the base of the fire extinguisher structural integrity, This was a given when we considered its reaction force of the released CO2, as described by Newton's third law of motion, this principle of "equal and opposite counteracting forces,".
It was a necessity.
Laced around the silver handle, was the string, it was going to be used as a makeshift trigger. Tying the end of the string to the doors handle Rue readied his position by the doors blind spot.
"The spline & eye" he muttered under his breath as he iron gripped the knife's handle in an inverted manner. This idea was sparked from a movie he watched, it was a gang related film it was nothing special, a mere subsequent of the trope, yet in the film the protagonist targeted the spline and eye in a last stance against his foe, this led to their instantaneous untimely demise.
Click!
Slam!
The door was kicked open with an unnecessary amount of force resulting in it flinging open with a large surge of kinetic energy.
Pfwoo!
Immediately the trap was sprung into commission, the nozzle began to flare out a large thick cloud of wisped thick white fog.
"Ahh what the fuck!" Came the young male voice of a teen, they dressed in an onyx hoodie with a large bold Merriweather fonted 'S' laced with a printed sword in the characters center, he excluded an unkempt ruffled body of shaggy green hair which observed the majority of his face, and his skin was a sickly white.
The teen in a stupor raised his gun and readied his index finger along the trigger, yet, before he could properly aim or react Rue bolted forward disarming the poor fool before maneuvering the blades bull tip towards his spline, hesitation was a commodity he could not spare.
Cough!
The eyes of the youth widened in fear & disbelief, a potent sneering pain emanated from his abdomen as the foreign object cut into his flesh.
Looking at his attacker, his gaze was locked onto the dull gray irises of Rue.
"Y-y-you– Son of a–" He never got to quell his venting, for his reaper had struck.
Pulp!
Raise!
Stab!
Squelch!
Yanking the knife out of their flesh Rue raised it above the youth before driving it down with an animalistic rage, with a sickening squelch the knife plunged deep into the depth of the youth's right eye.
Turning the blade several times for good measure, Rue pulled it out before kicking the teens stiff relaxed body forward.
Blood began to pool out from within the eye cavity, thin trails of brownish red liquid stained the white skin of the boy.
His final expression was that of confusion, hate, and regret.
Dropping the knife involuntary, Rue's body without his consent began to shiver intensely, his heart pounded inside of his chest threatening to burst out, his eyes watered, and his stomach churned painfully–
Barf!
Emptying his stomach contents Rue fell into all fours and his body began to shiver without his consent, and his mind reeled in revolt at the fascination he felt.
Lifting his hands towards his face, Rue with a resolute expression nodded slowly, this was not an act of morality, it was a reminder there was no such thing as good or bad person it was was there a bad or worse person, yes this could be considered a moral inquiry, to kill or be killed.
Giving a glance towards his released stomach contents and the now lifeless corpse of the boy, Rue's eyes never wavered with guilt or hesitation, throwing up was merely a physiological process, a given towards his act of violence. Yet, he knew if he had idly squandered his time in the faculty bathroom, then it would be he who would be currently festering.
Sneering in disgust Rue kicked the stomach of the corpse several times.
He hated the person for making him feel this way!
Fuck you I hope you rot in hell!
I wish your death was slower, and more deliberate, rather than the merciful end I granted!
Gritting his teeth Rue forced his pent rage down as he realised his incentive for even doing this, he had… no he needed to save Ritsue!
Glaring at the semi-automatic rifle which he had forced out of the youth's hand, Rue without hesitation cusped its grip with an unneeded exertion of his hand.
Getting onto one Knee Rue began to loot the corpse.
A condom, wallet, M-9, torn letter, several PTR-91 magazines, and a phone.
Filtering through the belongings Rue gasped the M-9 placing it into his left thigh's pocket, and stashed the magazines into his opposite.
"What was her second period again," Rue gnashed under his breath.
Now stood to his gates fullest, Rue's excluded demeanor combined with his blood stained shirt and semi made him seem rather imposing.
Recalling his partner's second period, Rue cursed under his breath"AP-phycology, damn it Ritsue," it was in the topmost floor or 3rd-level of the school.
Taking note of the Semi's body, Rue began to scope out its controls, after a few seconds he was fortunate enough to immediately recognize the model of this specific gun. Positioning the weapon's barrel forward and peering through its iron sight as he readied his trigger finger.
Though… nothing could have mentally prepared him for the sight which met him, with a deep shaken breath Rue finally noticed the carnage like splendor which sat before him, it felt straight from hell, it was eldritch.
Salmon colored gore splattered across large segments of the wall, small pieces of shredded flesh were strung against the lockers, and a large collective of blood pooled from the many corpses which littered the now red linoleum.
The distant bone-rattling sounds of gunshots rumbled through the school's corridors, snapped out of his daze Rue began a cautious jog through the halls.