It was all normal. Until he found himself chained like a dog.

His classmates had ghostly faces.                                                                                                                                    

Looking around frantically trying to piece together the scenario that was surrounding him. Windows are shattered, walls crumbled and desks ontop of eachother in a horrific way. He looked down seeing a pool of blood around his feet. His temperature was over the top and the open wounds were coming together in a gruesome way.

The blood that was once drained from him was collectively finding its way back into his wounds.

“This… this isn’t what you think…” He said just above a whisper.

His hands pushed up against his head, He felt a cold and cutting chain wrapped around his leg, Breathing heavily  his eyes shot around the room.

The pressure of the stares were overwhelming.

Tears started to trickle down his bruised and dirtied cheeks.

He felt hot.

He wasn’t embarrassed or afraid. He was terrified.

People started to back away from him and others avoided eye contact.

“I’m….. not a monster…..” He tried to reason but his words didn’t reach them. The door to the left of them slammed to the ground. Men in white suits flooded the room surrounding the boy.

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“Wait! It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t kill anyone I swear!”

One of the suits clicks his tongue

“Kid, did you not see the bodies in the hall?”

The boy choked.

He remembered.

It all flooded back to him like a nightmare. He was the picture of madness. Insanity and hatred gripped him and carried him through the hall.

One by one he dropped every student like flies.

They drooped to the ground, blood pouring and spurting out of their dead and lifeless bodies.

He screamed.

This scream carried throughout each classroom that numbered the hall. A teacher poked his head only to have his heart torn out from his body. The boy squeezed and the heart became like a pathetic wrinkled grape.

By that time he was covered in blood. Blood of all different reds. Some deep and others light.

He gritted his teeth and stamped his foot into the ground. His temperature rose higher and soon his hands were hot enough to begin melting the locker 2 feet away.

Students screamed and raced through the hall. Others crashed through windows and some even fell to the ground hysterical.

Each one desperately keeping their distance.

He screamed once again.

The blood churning scream that no mortal could ever make.

His back started to grow and suddenly up rose two boney wings.

They had rough maroon colored skin. His fingers became long blades and his eyes became black. He had shown his full transformation…

The boy gasped. The tears fell faster and he whimpered.

Sputtering out pointless words the men in white suits fastened him down.

All the student in the room had the same face except one.

It was a girl with long black hair.

She was pale and had light pink lips. Her expression was blank.

Her dark brown eyes locked on the boys.

A shutter crawled down his spine.

She was known for being dark and creepy.

Her name just adds to the proof.

Desdemona. It means “of the Devil”.

But what really creeped the boy out was the words that came from her dry mouth.

“You're just like me.”

She smirked

“ A monster…”