#but you wake up and they're the dread wolf and they're going to tear down the veil

[crabs-with-sticks]

I'm crying. She's so Solavellan coded

[wisp-of-chaos]

OC Deep Dive tag🌊

Tagged by @melodicwriter thank you very much! I hope you don't mind but I have so many OC's, I let a friend decide on which to do this one for and their pick was Thjorn Herstekin who originated from a game and was recently re-purposed into a character for my asian arem AU and turned fron Norn to Hobgoblin lol

Anyway, let's start!

Phobias and other fears: I think it's not a real fear but he worries about others (especially strangers) to find out about his less than glorious past as a raider/bandit and all the horrible things he's done. He isn't too proud of his past and regrets it deeply but is on his way to make amends. (He's doing very well!)

Pet Peeves: People treating other people with disrespect and cruelty. And having his naps interrupted.

3 things you can always find in their bedroom: His two axes, his coat made of mountain lion fur and half-empty cups of tea. He always brews hismelf some before going to bed and never finishes them.

First thing they notice in a person: Their strance; if they're hostile or not (or pretent not to be). Also if someone is lying or honest. He has a thing for seeing the signs due to his past.

On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance? Probbaly a 8 or 9. He got into fights often and had to kepe on going or die, so he knows how to bear and ignore pain until he and his friends are safe. Only really bad and serious things will have him down on his knees and wheezing.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? He used to when younger but quickly learned to stay level headed and has only become calmer over the years. (A certain pair of drow twins still manages to trigger his FLIGHT response from time to time though)

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? He doesn't remember his family but found himself a new one, which he loves dearly and will protect and keep safe at any cost. (Unless they act like total idiots and deserve some punishment/humbling. He will take care of them afterwards and offer comfort though)

What animal represents them best? Wolf.

What is a smell they dislike? He used to LOVE the metallic smell of blood but now dreads and loathes it. Also burnt vegetables and incense.

Have they broken any bones? Way too many to remember or count.

How would a stranger likely describe them? As a calm, friendly old uncle. He will offer tea and treats and either listen to you or tell you adventure stories and local myths. Will make sure you feel safe and comfortable and welcome.

Are they a night owl or morning bird? He used to be a bit of both in his youth; always stayed up late but was among the first to wake in the morning. Now, he likes naps and to sleep in.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? He isn't too fond of raw food (excluding vegetables and fruits/berries etc) and especially hates the hobgoblin custom of eating raw, bloody meat. He loves all things spicy though - and even more so when there's a subtle sweetness to it like some curries. An all time favourite of his is dried plum candy.

Do they have any hobbies? He is a skilled woodcarver and handpoking-tattoo artist.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Surprised, lol. But other than that, he would be touched and may even tear up a little. He also would be a little worried if the twins were involved and on the lookout for some "traps".

Do they like to wear jewelry? A little, I guess. He wears subtle earrings but prefers to adorn his body with tattoos instead of jewelry.

Do they have messy handwriting? Yes. He learned how to read and write at a later age and is still very insecure and embarassed about his wonky lines and unsteady hand.

What are the two emotions they feel the most? Guilt and regret. But since he changed his ways and joined the Banyang settlement, he is feeling a lot of joy and happiness and relief.

Do they have a fabric? Animal fur. Short and rough but warm.

What kind of accent do they have? A little of a "commoner" accent maybe? Not as clear and sharp as the upper classes. He knows a lot of their fancy words though and enjoys throwing them off by using them against them.

That was actually quite some fun! I haven't thought on Thjordin that deep yet but those questions were nice to consider for him! Big thanks to @melodicwriter for tagging me and @unaarista for chosing the boy! <3

I am tagging ... well, @unaarista @sumi-sprite @corvitine @des-no9 @tea-and-magic @1hoblet @tunarath @deadhornedgod @deletarius1893 @lesbianbreastmilk and @baldursghaik and anyone who I forgot and wants to do this!

[hoboblaidd]

hc + identity

send ‘ hc ‘  + a word for a headcanon about it regarding my character.

Solas basically has three identities, and they're at constant war with each other.

First, is Pride. We don't know much, but Cole sheds some insight and Solas' nostalgic regrets show more. He lived in a world of wonders, where knowledge and memory were shared, and people communed as freely with spirits as with each other. Yet he was "hot blooded and cocky" in his youth, and though he eschews simple ideas of good and evil, he was never passive. If he was a freed slave of Mythal, he chose to burn her off his face despite their apparent friendship. He was never going to be content with the state of the world if it oppressed people.

Bare-faced but free, frolicking, fighting, fierce. He wants to give wisdom, not orders.

Second, is the Dread Wolf. The harellan. The Great Betrayer. This what the rebellion made him. Cold, ruthless, and Machiavellian. He is both figurehead as "Fen'harel" and wartime general. He will do anything it takes to tear down the Evanuris, even if he has to sacrifice every piece on the board including himself and what he cares about. This quote from Andor is, I think, the Dread Wolf in a nutshell:

What do I sacrifice? Calm. Kindness. Kinship. Love. I've given up all chance at inner peace. I've made my mind a sunless space. I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up every day to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there's only one conclusion: I'm damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight, they've set me on a path from which there is no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time I looked down there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. What is my sacrifice? I'm condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else's future. I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see. And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything.

Third, is the "elven apostate". This began as an effective cover, but morphed into what he wishes he could be. A friend, a guide, a lover. Someone content to "keep going" in the world as it is. To experience its pleasures, its heartbreaks, and its little moments of joy regardless of the state of the world as a whole. He was never going to be able to live like this, to turn a blind eye, but as Inquisition progresses, I think he wishes he could.

In that story of yours—-the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone. You thought he gave up, right? But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone. That's the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you've got, it takes. And it's gone forever. The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That's as close to beating the world as anyone gets.

[casspurrjoybell-32]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 38b

*Warning Adult Content*

Liam

I stared up at the ceiling as I laid on the hospital bed.

It's been a week since Brent confessed.

Aiden's parents were livid to learn what Brent had did and they immediately called his parents.

I would have reported him to the police if I was them but I know one thing... Brent was never coming anywhere near Aiden again.

My dad comes by lately, ever since our talk I've tolerated his presence in the room.

I talked to him about what happen to me when my wolf took over like he did and he told me that he's heard wolves going crazy with rage even though they don't turn rogue.

They can experience it if they're threatened severely enough or angered... the will take over your body completely for a period of time.

Then there was Dominic who had changed his ranking in a matter of seconds.

My dad didn't really have an answer for that one.

I always dreaded the fact that Kyle was going to be my Beta since I hate his guts.

Dom and I have been friends for so long I always wanted him to be my Beta even when Kyle had been my friend once upon a time.

I sat up and hopped from the bed pacing the room.

I couldn't take it anymore.

It's killed me that I couldn't do anything to help Aiden in this situation.

He had to come back to me.

My parents accepted us... we can be together without the thought of them hating us for it.

I kicked a chair out of my way watching it crash to pieces against the wall as I stalked back and forth in the small room like a caged animal.

Again the constant beeping of the heart monitor grated on my nerves, reminding me that my mate was in danger.

"What happened?"

A nurse came running in the room with a worried expression on her face.

She looked from Aiden to me then the chair laying helplessly in pieces.

She sighed and gave me a tired look.

"You can't keep destroying the hospital furniture or we'll have to escort you off the premises," she warned me.

She was like a broken record... I've heard it more than a hundred times already.

"Then quit putting more chairs in here," I growled at her.

She rolled her eyes and pointed at me.

"Just stop."

And left with the damn door open.

I gritted my teeth as I stomped to the door and slammed it shut.

"And quit slamming the door," she yelled from the hall.

Jeez she's worse than my mother.

I rested my back against the door and closed my eyes for a second.

I feel suffocated being in this little room but as we all know I can't leave.

I looked back at my mate, what can I do?

How do I wake him up?

Walking over to his bed I sank to my knees.

'Please spirits help me. You matched us together, you can tell me what to do,' I was begging but I'd do more than that to have him with me.

I grabbing his hand between both mine.

"You have to help him, please. I can't live without him," my voice was becoming tight.

I couldn't stop the tears when they started to come.

"Don't take him away from me before I even got to know him... have our first argument as a couple or come out to my pack. Before he can rule by my side. Before I get to even say... I love you."

Hot tears slid down my face as I laid my head on his chest as I sobbed.

Beep-beep Beep-beep

My head shot up at the sound of the heart monitors first irregular beep.

I looked at the machine but it was back to its normal pace.

I frowned and peered at Aiden.

The doctors did warn me that the monitor would have fluctuations and it could mean a lot of things.

Like a dream the patients having or if you talk to him.

But that's never happened before.

Everyone has tried to talk to him but there has never been a response to our words.

"Aiden?" I said to him but nothing.

I reached up with my other hand to comb my finger through his hair.

"My parents want to talk to you... they want to meet their next Alpha. They're thrilled about it, so you don't have to be scared about anything, I'll be there the whole time. We can do this together Aiden... I'll never let anyone touch you again. All you have to do is wake up so we can move forward together."

My thumb caressed his bottom lip.

"I'll always be here for you... even if you never want to wake up. I'll be here by your side ready to leave whenever you are."

I bent close to his mouth so our noses were touching.

"Do you know why baby?" I asked.

I pressed my lips to his softly feeling the sparks igniting between us before pulling back.

"Because I love you," I whispered, my eyes closed and I placed my forehead on his, finally coming to terms with the situation.

I will be by his side no matter what, no matter if he's awake or is asleep I'm not leaving him.

I felt something on my hand, looking down but there was nothing but his own still hand.

Then it happened, his hand twitched in mine.

My heart jumped at the sight as my eyes widened.

Please don't let this be a hallucination.

Again, I watched as his fingers weakly curled around mine.

I couldn't stop staring at our hands.

Was this is really happening?

"Aiden?"

I looked up to his face to find sky blue eyes staring at me.    

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Okay, well, I gotta be honest, I dunno if there's genuine discourse or if it's all jokes, but I'm team werewolf either way. You can give me your furry jokes, I've heard them before and honestly don't care anymore 💀 BUT don't cancel me yet, I DO have justification.

1. Werewolves are warm and soft and I like cuddles.

2. Puppy.

3. There's just something about the specific brand of monster that werewolves are that vampires cannot compete against. Vampires are usually SOME level or refined. Charming men. Sexy women. Living in castles. Werewolves are messy and wrecks and sometimes even slobs. The thing about vampires is that they're monsters 24/7. They don't have to gripe about losing their humanity SOMETIMES. Werewolves do. They're human except for when they're not. Vampires are never human. Werewolves can TURN INTO monsters, whereas Vampires are monsters at all times. Werewolves do not have the restrictions that vampires do; they can blend into human society very well! If you sat a vampire down at your table, they would have to think of a lie as to why they're not eating. If you sat a werewolf down at your table, they'd ask you for seconds. Vampires can't go out in the sun. Most human activities are during the day so that immediately makes them greatly alienated from humans. Werewolves don't have that problem. They can go to the beach. They can attend that wedding. They can take you on a breakfast date. Isn't that more damming? Isn't that more torturous? To be able to be apart of human society until a force that you can't control intermittently rips that away from you? Werewolves are like a miniature version of Demeter: sometimes they have their kid (humanity) and then sometimes they have the agony of having her taken away (becoming a werewolf). Except they don't get a six month break. They lose their humanity every. Single. Month. Not to mention that it's SUCH a good parallel to being gay and/or a woman. Gay people have zero restrictions on participating in normal life. The ONLY thing that stops them from being free of strife is something they can't control. Depending on the depiction of werewolves, they can control their transformation and/or keep their senses when they're a wolf. But even if that's the case they're still viewed as terrifying monsters. Even if they're completely harmless, people still fear them and will label them as predators that should be hated and isolated. The werewolves may even view themselves that way because of internalizing all of that vitriol. This depiction is obviously more in line with what gay people face. As for women? Well, I would think that dreading a certain time of the month is self explanatory. Beyond that, werewolves are usually characterized by rage and violence; going on rampages and killing people in a blind heat that they don't remember when waking up. I've seldom met a woman who doesn't want to snap. Who wants to tear the dick off of a man who terrorized her. Who wants to kill someone who made her suffer. Who worries she's a bad person because sometimes she gets these awful, hateful, murderous thoughts that leave her clenching her fists in fury. Werewolves are women who have snapped. Who are strong enough to make men cower and pay. To tie it all together: are werewolves not remorseful in the morning? Do they not hate themselves for the rage they experience? Do they not feel shame for being 'monsters'? I think a werewolf and I would have a lot to talk about.

4. I really wanna be one, okay :(

Damn. I usually stay out of discourse but I may have to say something about this vamp/werewolf thing.

[nebbymaxi]

Shinning City Chapter 1

The young hero wakes and feels the cold stone against her cheek. She opens her eyes and finds herself in a cold, lonely dungeon, surrounded by nothing but stone and chains. There's a sound approaching. A sound like that of grating nails slowly approaching her from the darkness.

“What was that?! Who’s there?!”

She shouted desperately with all her courage. The only response was a low, monstrous growl.

“Oh I like that. The beast would probably sound like Grrrroww or even just a very deep GRRRRRRR. I think I need to make it seem a bit scarier though.” I said, in a soft whisper to myself.

    The hero desperately tried to find something to fight back with but all she had were the chains. She grabbed one and started to swing it like a lasso.

<Lasso...Lasso?> I thought it over for a few seconds, <Lasso just seems too out of place. I mean yeah they probably existed in fantasy....I think. I mean I could compare it to a flail.>

<<Some might think using words like ‘Flail’ would cause her to sound clumsy.>>

<Yeah I know… but I just don’t know how else to describe it.>

<<What about if we tried…>>

My hand went and erased those two lines, then started to write.

The hero reaches down and grabs a chain. She then swings it over her head and ready’s for the approaching danger. As she waits, she notices the shadows in the hall start to shape itself into the form of a large animal. Wolf? Bear? It was too hard to tell and seemed not to have one singular shape, instead its body molded and changed. As she stared, the realization started to sink in; this was no mere beast or any natural animal...this was a monster...one that if she didn't act, would tear her to shreds.

    <Ahh Perfect! I really like how that flows.>

    Satisfied, I then leaned back in my chair and stretched my hands towards the sky. The chair started to fall backwards but I quickly caught myself. The sudden shock of excitement and fear snapped me back to reality, causing me to remember where I was. I looked around in dread at the desks in the room, and all the students were laughing and smiling amongst themselves as they talked with one another. The sight made my stomach turn.

    <They seem to be having fun...donchu think?>

    <<And? What does it matter to us?>>

    <I dunno… I was just thinking that it might be a good time to meet new people right? Make some friends.>

    <<Listen if you want to go talk to them, that's fine...but do you think they'd want to talk to some new kid?>>

    <What are you saying?>

    <<All I mean is that if they were actually interested in meeting you, then they should make the first move. What if you go over there and they just ignore you. It’s best to let them decide.>>

    <Y-yeah...I guess you have a point.>

    <<Besides, you’re really in a groove right now. It’d be a shame if you got  distracted.>>

    <You really think so..>

    I took a look back over at the other classmates, then back to my page.

    <Yeah! You’re right. I should focus.>

    I put my headphones on and went back to my writing. Honestly, I was never too good with people. I kinda grew up alone so it makes sense. It was just me and my dad growing up and he usually worked long hours at the university. Even when he was home, it was late at night, locked in his office. Most of my days consisted of me entertaining myself with my thoughts. My dad always said I was always pretty mentally developed for my age. I usually talk to my own thoughts, which sometimes feels like a whole two sided conversation. At times I scare myself and it's hard to tell if they're really my thoughts, but whatever the case, it always stopped me from getting too lonely. I’ve tried to meet people, make new friends, I tried for years at my old first school, but I guess those ones just never lasted. After we moved, and I switched schools, I thought it’d be a great chance to start over… However, on my very first day, I looked around and my body just got flooded by this feeling. I felt like I was a small cat in a room of tigers. Maybe I’m just meant to be-

    “JACKIE MISNEACH!”

    A loud and powerful voice caused me to jump from my seat. I felt my heart stop for a second. My eyes darted around locating the source. At the front of the class was an older man with a smooth balding head, wearing a clean grey suit. He was staring right at me and right before I could say anything, a loud snap from behind me. I turned my head and saw my headphones, broken in two at the foot of my chair.

    “Miss Misneach!”

    He called again.

    “Y-yes sir?”

    I trembled as I forced myself to speak.

    “I do hope in the future I don’t need to repeat myself five times while calling attendance.”

    “Oh, uh, HERE! And sorry! I just...I was...I’ll be more attentive next time.”

    I then sat down and quickly realised the silence...all the eyes staring at me. I could feel it. The dreaded first impression. This was what their first thoughts were of me. I sat down and picked the broken headphones off the ground, took a good last look at them, then placed them in my bag. When I raised my head, and took a moment to look around. I only then realised that both the seat in front of me and behind me were empty. It was just me against the window, alone.

    <Maybe I really am just meant to be alone.>

I turned my head towards the window and watched as flocks of birds flew freely in the sky. How envious I was of them. My heart ached as I pictured a life I could only dream of. A world like that of my stories. I just wished everything was simpler.

Once the teacher finished calling attendance, he spoke to me once more. This time, when he spoke my body was frozen in fear as he asked me to do one task. One simple task that shook me to my core. For most it shouldn't be that hard but for me it felt like my whole body was about to explode. And all he did was simply ask-

“Misneach, would you care to come before the class and introduce yourself?”

My whole body shook, my heart raced, my teeth clenched. I was frozen at my desk, head down. Fear was taking over.

“Come on missy, I need to start the class. Don't make us wait all day.”

<Shut up...Shut up! Do you even realise what you're asking me to do?>

I stood up and glanced around the room. I was unable to look at anyones face. I then turned my attention to the man at the front of the class. While I was here on the verge of a breakdown, he was just sitting there reading a book, not even looking at me.

<<What are you doing? Just move.>>

<I can’t! They're gonna stare and judge me. >

<<Listen...Just...Breath. Remember one very important thing.>>

<Ok, What?>

<<Nobody cares. Everyone here is focused on their own issues. No matter what happens the only person who’ll remember is you. So just walk up and forget about everyone else, because they'll all forget about you.>>

I shut my eyes, took a deep breath in, then slowly let it out, then whispered to myself, “Let’s go, you can do this.”

I started making my way to the front of the classroom. Each step echoed through my body like a drum beating, signaling the coming danger. A nauseous feeling filled my head and I felt like the world was starting to spin. I reached the front of the class and turned to face everyone. Once again, I froze. My throat was dry and my lungs were empty. It felt like every part of my body wanted to scream but couldn’t. It was painful. Just simply standing was painful. I felt this pressure, like gravity suddenly doubled, and the room’s temperature halved. One question rang through my head at that moment.

<Why am I so pathetic?>

I was helpless. All I needed to do was talk in front of the class but I couldn't even look at any of them.

“Go on, say somethin’!”

That teacher’s shout jolted me back to reality for a moment.

“H-hi...I’m...I...M-my name is…J-Jackie Misneach.”

    I hated it. Every moment of it. Flooded by emotions, I struggled to even just tell them my name.

    <<What do you think you’re doing? I told you what to do. All you need to do is speak. Just say anything. As I said, nobody cares so it doesn't matter what you say, but you still need to say something. So speak!>>

    <IT’S NOT THAT SIMPLE! I’M DOING WHAT I CAN, BUT IT'S JUST TOO MUCH! Don’t you get it? This is just who we are… I’m trying as hard as I can and remembering what you said but this is just->

    <<SHUT UP! Don’t you dare talk about what we can do. Your job is simple. The consequences for your actions here don’t matter...so what will you do when it does? Will you stand still and watch? Will you freeze and hope someone else will help you? You’re job is simple, so just do it and forget about all these pointless things holding you back.>>

    I didn’t fully understand why but my eyes started to tear up and I just simply said, “I can’t do this.” Before sprinting out of the class in tears. It didn’t even feel like a choice. Like a prey running from a predator, my body just moved on it’s own, desperately trying to escape.

    I ran as fast as I could, unsure of my destination. Tears streamed down my face and all I was sure of was that I refused to let any of them see me like that. As I ran, I bumped into someone. It felt like hitting a wall, and I heard, what I could tell to be, a bunch of books hitting the floor of this silent corridor. I quickly shouted, “Sorry!” then kept running. I didn't even bother looking at them. I couldn’t. I just needed to escape all of this. Eventually, I saw a door to one of the washrooms. Without a second thought I ran in and hid in one of the bathroom stalls. There I was, locked in a bathroom stall, crying because I wasn't able to handle introducing myself to that class.

    As I sat there, thinking about what happened, I heard a door open. Realizing someone just entered I brought my feet up so they wouldn't see me.the door hit the wall with a hard bang. I watched them through the gap in the door. They went to the sink and started to splash some water on their face. They then started to mutter to themselves. I wasn't able to hear what they were saying but I was able to discern that the person speaking was a guy. My heart filled with fear.

    <What’s a guy doing here?!>

    I started to  panic internally but chose to stay hidden. There was no telling what he might do if he knew I was there. As I took a closer look through the gap, I was able to see him better. He was tall and very muscular. His clothes were quite messy and  his hair matched the style. Underneath the fear, I was unable to bypass my curiosity. The question of why he was there was running around my head, thinking up many plausible answers, although above all I was just praying he’d leave soon so I could bolt out of there. Once again the sound of the door opening stirred my stomach.

    <Damn it! Another one?>

    This one had a much slower and lighter sound to each step. I assumed this one was a girl, but was shocked to see a thin boy wearing a light red sweater, with a small bag on his back. Unlike the other guy, this one seemed to be much calmer, and was a lot harder to read. He had a way of moving that almost made him seem unnoticeable even though I was looking right at him. Walking over to the wall beside the sinks, he pulled out what seemed to be a vape pen. He leaned against the wall and took a long hit from his pen, then slowly exhaled a small cloud. The room began to stink of what seemed to be a strawberry flavouring. He then started to speak.

    “So why’d you call to meet me?”

    The other guy, breathing heavily, answered back while reaching into his pocket.

    “I got your money.”

    He pulled out a decent amount of money and gave it to the boy in the red sweater. The boy then counts the cash and puts it away.

    “Perfect. That should do. Have a good day.”

    “Hey! Aren't ya forgetting somethin?!”

    The boy in the sweater took another hit from his pen, then said, without looking at him, “I’m not quite sure I follow.”

    “Don’t give me that crap!” He shouted while hitting the wall beside him. “I gave you the right amount so ya gotta give me what you owe.”

    My heart raced faster and faster as I watched them. The longer I stayed, the less likely it seemed like I’d be able to make a break for it. I knew these two were very dangerous just by looking at them. Never before have I felt this feeling. The feeling that if I mess up, if I make the wrong move, if I even slightly slip, that could be it. Despite all that...I couldn’t deny the fact that being in a scenario like that excited me. I felt like I was in a movie, like I was witnessing something that I shouldn't have.

    The boy in the sweater let out a long sigh as he looked to the ground, and started to speak again in a bit more aggressive tone.

    “We seem to be having a minor miscommunication. You seem to believe that this money is to pay for more of what i’ve been selling, but where you’re mistaken is that this money here,” he said while waving the cash in his hand, “Is to pay back part of the money that you still owe me after all this time, as well as a bit extra for asking me to meet in such a stupid location.”

    “W-what are ya sayin?”

    “What I’m saying is that I’m not dumb enough to bring any compremising items to such a public location, especially when that location was chosen by someone else. Even more so when I know that person is too dumb to check if this bathroom was clear.”

    As he said that, I saw his eyes glance right at me. I jumped back and desperately held my mouth to not let any sound escape. My heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe. Countless thoughts of what they’d do to me flooded my mind. It felt like this stall was filled with water and all I could do was sit there and let myself drown. I was just helplessly waiting for one of them to open the door, and find me sitting there, frozen in fear. Although, to my surprise and relief, he just continued talking.

    “Well whatever. You should get going before we start having a disagreem-”

    Bang!

    A loud noise echoed throughout the room. I quickly went back to look through the gap, and from what I could tell was that the larger guy threw a punch right where the other guy's head was.  I saw a puddle of blood slowly start to grow at their feet, dripping from where the punch landed. I gasped, realising that this had escalated out of control. I didn’t know what I should do. I had no chance if I intervened, yet I couldn’t just sit by and watch that happen.

    I grabbed my head and curled up into a ball and asked myself, “What do I do?”

    “Wow you should really watch where you're hitting. That's not gonna heal very easily.”

    I turned my attention back at them and saw the bigger guy was now on one knee and holding his arm.

    “Damn it!” He yelled as his arm dripped blood, growing the puddle even more.

    I was confused and looked up to see that the sweater boy was perfectly fine. As I scanned around for an answer to what could've happened, I saw right beside his head was an old, metal, paper towel dispenser with a large dent in it. Within the dent were plenty of sharp jagged edges covered in blood.

    From the floor the large guy shouted, “You’re dead!”

    The sweater boy just laughed and said, “Well, at the rate of blood loss that you’re at, you’ll drop way before you could even touch me. I recommend you get yourself to the school nurse and tell them what happened...or not if you’d rather not let the word reach your parents that you’re a pathetic junkie. Honestly it doesn't matter to me what story you come up with, just as long as you remember that I’m not selling you anything ever again. Now run along.” He then took one more hit from his pen, and blew a cloud right into the guy’s face.

    “You bastard!” He shouted one last time before running out of the washroom as a trail of blood drops followed him.

    I was in complete shock. It was like something you’d see only on TV. He was so calm and seemed to have complete control over the entire situation. Honestly it terrified me to know someone who spilt this much blood without lifting a finger was in the same room as me. He then started to walk to my stall and knocked on the door.

“Hey so now that he’s gone, you should be safe to come out.”

Despite how scared I was, for whatever reason I felt like I should open the door. As I unlocked the hitch, and slowly creaked the stall door open, what greeted me was a very slender boy, with a relatively effeminate face, and wearing thin framed rectangular glasses. Most would probably consider him to be relatively attractive but at the moment, I was too distracted by an internal swirling of fear, curiosity, and excitement for that thought to have been relevant. He was clearly scanning me, trying to form his own opinions as we both just stared at each other quietly. After about a minute, he opened his mouth to speak.

“I don’t seem to recognise you. You’re new here right?”

I nervously gulped, and replied, “Y-yeah?”

“Well then, let me be the first to welcome you to this little corner of hell.”

To be continued Chapter 2