Post by AlexanderBlack on Nov 6, 2009 14:32:58 GMT -4
An empty hall, quiet except for the sound of distant bickering and the soft, nearly silent padding of his feet. This is the way he liked it; no one ever got hurt while he was by himself. Lukas stopped at his locker, dented in, paint chipping, and numbers missing from the combination. Brushing his hair away from his shockingly green eyes, he began the long arduous task of opening his locker, which seemed to shake with laughter every time he popped the latch and the bent metal caught on some unseen lip.
After a few attempts, he finally lost his temper and kicked it. Miraculously, the door creaked open slightly. As he pulled it open to grab his books, a rather large hand slammed it closed, the owner of the hand guffawing stupidly behind him.
“Logan!” a young lady’s voice scolded the brute. Lukas turned, spotting the girl from his psych class who sat in front of him. “I am so sorry,” she said, “Lukas, right? I’m Luna.”
Lukas had no idea how to respond. His normal reaction to people was to walk away so they didn’t get hurt, but for some reason this girl made him want to stay.
The guy, Logan, snorts “what’s the matter? Afraid to talk to a girl?” Logan guffawed again, pushing Lukas against the lockers. “Come on talk freak.” He says, Luna trying to hold him back.
“Logan, No!” she says sternly. “Let’s just go please...” she began to plead, not wanting Lukas hurt.
“Fine let’s go…” he says gruffly, draping his arm over her shoulders. He leads her down the hall, grinning back to Lukas, as if to say “This isn’t over.”
Lukas shakes his head standing back up, muttering obscenities under his breath. He opened his locker in one try this time, thankfully. He grabs his books, slams them into his book bag, and then slams his locker. He starts walking toward his last class of the day, just as the bell rings. “Sonofa…” he complains, running to the class and seating himself.
The English class went by slowly, while Lukas doodled and wrote small three paragraph back stories for each of the doodle characters, waiting til he would finally be able to be alone again. He glanced up at the clock, beginning to put up his things, when he saw them. Logan and his friends were waiting outside the classroom. Logan pointed directly at Lukas, grinning as he mouths the words “Told you I’d be back.”
The bell sounded then, and the rest of the students scrambled to gather their bags and head out of the room, eager to get home. Lukas stood and tried to scurry past Logan and his goons, only to be snatched up and pulled into a headlock.
“Where do you think you’re goin’ you little punk?” Logan asks dragging Lukas off his feet as another of the guys help carry him off. They take him to the locker-room, laughing the entire way. As two of them held Lukas up, Logan and the three others took turns beating him.
“Alright guys…. Looks like he’s had enough.” Logan calls out, laughing “Now stay away from Luna. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, nothing. Got it?”
Lukas nodded slightly, barely able to move, bleeding all over. His lip was busted, eye swollen and black, if you lifted his shirt you’d probably see his ribs, disfigured from the multiple breaks.
The jocks then left, laughing, leaving Lukas there bleeding. As soon as they left the room, he opened his good eye, the pupil shrinking, before he closes it again groaning. He felt himself losing control. He began to tremble, his limbs jerking in an odd direction every so often, trying to crawl into the shadows of the dark empty showers. His scream of pain could be heard, just before a pair of glowing yellow, feline eyes glare from the darkness.
The next day, Lukas walked into Psychology, pale as a ghost, his lip still swollen slightly, as well as his eye. His ribs and left shoulder wrapped tightly to keep his shoulder in place and ribs set. He noted the look of horror on Luna’s face as she saw him, and for some reason, he felt the need to reassure her that he was fine. He sat down and looked at his desk, frowning as she turns around to ask what happened.
“Nothing,” was all he said, hoping she’d leave it alone. But of course, she didn’t.
“Don’t give me that… you look like you got beaten...” she replies in an angry hiss. She looked like she knew what had happened but wanted to hear it from his mouth. He wouldn’t give in.
“I fell down some stairs ok?” he insisted. Then gets his notepad and pencil out again, starting to doodle, trying to get it across that he didn’t want to talk.
“Logan told me before class that Brian missed practice and that he hadn’t seen him in the halls… have you seen him?” she asked changing the subject, but not getting the hint entirely.
“No… now please, I am drawing…” he mutters, frowning deeply trying to keep from getting too involved in the conversation. Someone had gotten hurt, all because she talked to him in the first place, and he was sure that as long as she kept it up, more would get hurt and he would feel even worse than he already did. It was his fault. It always was. He couldn’t stop it, so he blamed himself.
Luna frowns, turning around as the teacher called on her for a question. She was worried about him, he could tell that much, but it was too much in his opinion. He had to protect everyone he could from that fate.
After a few attempts, he finally lost his temper and kicked it. Miraculously, the door creaked open slightly. As he pulled it open to grab his books, a rather large hand slammed it closed, the owner of the hand guffawing stupidly behind him.
“Logan!” a young lady’s voice scolded the brute. Lukas turned, spotting the girl from his psych class who sat in front of him. “I am so sorry,” she said, “Lukas, right? I’m Luna.”
Lukas had no idea how to respond. His normal reaction to people was to walk away so they didn’t get hurt, but for some reason this girl made him want to stay.
The guy, Logan, snorts “what’s the matter? Afraid to talk to a girl?” Logan guffawed again, pushing Lukas against the lockers. “Come on talk freak.” He says, Luna trying to hold him back.
“Logan, No!” she says sternly. “Let’s just go please...” she began to plead, not wanting Lukas hurt.
“Fine let’s go…” he says gruffly, draping his arm over her shoulders. He leads her down the hall, grinning back to Lukas, as if to say “This isn’t over.”
Lukas shakes his head standing back up, muttering obscenities under his breath. He opened his locker in one try this time, thankfully. He grabs his books, slams them into his book bag, and then slams his locker. He starts walking toward his last class of the day, just as the bell rings. “Sonofa…” he complains, running to the class and seating himself.
The English class went by slowly, while Lukas doodled and wrote small three paragraph back stories for each of the doodle characters, waiting til he would finally be able to be alone again. He glanced up at the clock, beginning to put up his things, when he saw them. Logan and his friends were waiting outside the classroom. Logan pointed directly at Lukas, grinning as he mouths the words “Told you I’d be back.”
The bell sounded then, and the rest of the students scrambled to gather their bags and head out of the room, eager to get home. Lukas stood and tried to scurry past Logan and his goons, only to be snatched up and pulled into a headlock.
“Where do you think you’re goin’ you little punk?” Logan asks dragging Lukas off his feet as another of the guys help carry him off. They take him to the locker-room, laughing the entire way. As two of them held Lukas up, Logan and the three others took turns beating him.
“Alright guys…. Looks like he’s had enough.” Logan calls out, laughing “Now stay away from Luna. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, nothing. Got it?”
Lukas nodded slightly, barely able to move, bleeding all over. His lip was busted, eye swollen and black, if you lifted his shirt you’d probably see his ribs, disfigured from the multiple breaks.
The jocks then left, laughing, leaving Lukas there bleeding. As soon as they left the room, he opened his good eye, the pupil shrinking, before he closes it again groaning. He felt himself losing control. He began to tremble, his limbs jerking in an odd direction every so often, trying to crawl into the shadows of the dark empty showers. His scream of pain could be heard, just before a pair of glowing yellow, feline eyes glare from the darkness.
The next day, Lukas walked into Psychology, pale as a ghost, his lip still swollen slightly, as well as his eye. His ribs and left shoulder wrapped tightly to keep his shoulder in place and ribs set. He noted the look of horror on Luna’s face as she saw him, and for some reason, he felt the need to reassure her that he was fine. He sat down and looked at his desk, frowning as she turns around to ask what happened.
“Nothing,” was all he said, hoping she’d leave it alone. But of course, she didn’t.
“Don’t give me that… you look like you got beaten...” she replies in an angry hiss. She looked like she knew what had happened but wanted to hear it from his mouth. He wouldn’t give in.
“I fell down some stairs ok?” he insisted. Then gets his notepad and pencil out again, starting to doodle, trying to get it across that he didn’t want to talk.
“Logan told me before class that Brian missed practice and that he hadn’t seen him in the halls… have you seen him?” she asked changing the subject, but not getting the hint entirely.
“No… now please, I am drawing…” he mutters, frowning deeply trying to keep from getting too involved in the conversation. Someone had gotten hurt, all because she talked to him in the first place, and he was sure that as long as she kept it up, more would get hurt and he would feel even worse than he already did. It was his fault. It always was. He couldn’t stop it, so he blamed himself.
Luna frowns, turning around as the teacher called on her for a question. She was worried about him, he could tell that much, but it was too much in his opinion. He had to protect everyone he could from that fate.