A black haired boy with crimson red eyes, rising from his chair, his lips form a devilish smile.

The second I stood and revealed my face everybody in the classroom felt a shiver down their spines.

The muscular boy stood strongly, and he would not be swayed.

“Do you think you are cool or something?” He asked, mockingly.

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{I have beaten people who like Jane}

{I have beaten my mother when she disagrees with me}

{I have stolen cigarettes from stores}

Seeing his sins made me a bit sick. However, was I not just as bad? Or even worse? The very thought made me lethargic.

“Aren’t you just like a dog, all bark and no bite.” I mocked him. His crimes made me just want to end this.

“HOW DARE YOU, SHUT UP ALREADY.” He yelled very loudly, offended as intended.

“Go and crawl back to the hole you came from. This is my last warning.” I responded, my face looking gleeful, however I felt annoyed and a little sad.

“Warning? What do you think you can do?” He mocked me, but it was of little use.

“Then let's talk all about the 371 sins you have committed in your lifetime.” I said, sounding truthful. A hesitant giggle went through the classroom, they surely thought I was joking.

“You are just pulling shit out of your ass.” He said rudely.

“Am I?” I asked with a knowing face. He was still hesitant, but it meant nothing.

“You have committed so many sins, you are going to hell aren’t you.” I said like it was a fact.

“You are delusional, what crimes have I committed?” He asked not to be frightened at all.

“You have beaten 18 people for simply liking the same person as you. You do drugs and steal cigarettes and alcohol every Friday at five different convenience stores. You have killed 26 random animals you have passed by” I replied, the class went silent waiting for a response. The boy in front of me only shivered, and looked at me frightened.

“H-how do you know?” He asked, while his legs twitched.

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“Because I am going to hell too, except the devil is waiting for me.” I said. Inside the deep mask I had put on, I had to wonder about my own words.

I walked casually over to the dog that was my opponent.

“And worse of all, you would even beat your own mother 53 times. Despicable, you know not everyone has a mother right?” My devilish smile fell to a cold and disapproving glare. He looked at me shocked and fell to his knees.

“I am going to slap you, do you disagree?” I asked politely.

“N-no.” He could only respond.

I raised my hand, without a cast, up into the air behind me. The people around me were shocked by my pale arm. I swung forward with a lot of force and left a red imprint on his face.

I quickly left the classroom.

I had made my point of the class, I am no longer injured and still just as fierce as before.

However could what I had done really be considered right? Even if it served that greater purpose, was it the only way?

I left such thoughts behind and went to the cafeteria to get lunch. I ate like nothing happened, but I was still bothered.

To probably nobody's surprise, I was called to the principal's office again.

The fat bald old man sat at his desk like all the other times I saw him.

“Hello Mr. Principal, why did you call me today?” I asked politely. The principal sat up in his chair with his usual everything is okay look.

“I heard you slapped a student in class.” He said with the normal emotionless smile.

“I remember now, last time didn't I ask for a cheeseburger with a side of fries?” and then I laughed loudly. The principal followed and let out a weird laugh that definitely belonged to his appearance.

“Azure, sadly I had no time for your order, more importantly we're in school, there is no place for such things.” He seemed to be a lot more cautious than before, and he would not just place blame on me without finding out more beforehand.

“Next time then. About me slapping him, we were just playing a game, it's all fine.” I explained gleefully.

“That’s weird, you hit him so hard you left an imprint, that doesn’t seem like a game.” The principal responded. To an inexperienced observer this might seem like a normal conversation, but we were just playing along with each other.

“You know kids nowadays we have to go all out for the thrill. Besides I asked him if I could slap him before, and he said it was fine.” I had already covered my bases.

“I see, it must have been an oversight of the reporter.” He also covered his ass.

“It happens, I completely understand, we only have to improve in the future. Do you have any other questions?” My passive aggressive stance was slightly poisonous.

“No that seems to be all, make sure to study carefully.” He said ending our conversation.

As I walked back to class I thought about the conversation we just had. It seemed odd, or just too easy. Was he hiding something, or just being desperate. Obviously he knows I would not go down so easily.

I continued my thoughts for the rest of the day, ignoring the advice to study well. Many of the people in class had a weird opinion of me. It seemed like they had gotten over their initial fear of me, and if I was not in direct contact with any of them they would act normal.

After school I had to meet up with Jane to go to Katy Hoover’s house. Apparently her parents would not be home, that might make it slightly easier, or it could make it significantly harder.

I finally got to the spot we had arranged to meet up. Jane was still in her school uniform, which contrasted with my green military jacket.

“Let's set out.” I said.