Burvington Preparatory Academy of Excellence.
Home of the "Burlie" Boys.
The richest , said to be strongest and some of the most genius minds in all of Great Britain. Home to the 4 most powerful boys (and then some) . They do, say and be who the...
The words in front of them blurred. Their work station was littered with an assemblage of pages, strewn across it. Total and utter chaos personified.
It was only fitting.
They were nearly submerged in darkness, had it not been for the frail dying light of a bronzed lamp. It would have made no difference to them if the light decided to die.
The words already engraved themselves into their mind and sunk teeth into their flesh. They could list off every single word back to front, backwards, jumbled up and every other f****** arrangement words could possibly be in.
Their hands gripped the side of the station, and swiped through the table in a flash.
The papers scattering on the worn, dirty floor.
They saw red,
they tasted it,
Blood mixed well with the dirt underneath their fingernails.
Amongst other things.
Blue and red veins bulge out through their arm, the skin exposed. Markings scattered haphazardly against it.
Bloodied rocks probably littered the forest floor by now, and stained their tongue. Oh how they craved that copper taste, as it smothered their taste buds!
Why bother struggling? why fight fatality and mortality?
Erratic Scratch marks . Those last moments cause the hellish and animal in even the most privileged and genteel of us to st-
They looked up.
Gentle, archaic hums moved into the room, diverging paths into their ear ways. Those same chants as always.
They groaned, eyes closing.
The hums and hymns only increased in volume. And they would only get louder. Petulant and hellish hymnals of hope and fervour.
The type of hymns one would writhe and bathe in for a semblance of an-
Heavy feet tapped on the floor, making their ceiling shake a little. Dust and debris tumbling to the ground
No point in staying here now,
nothing would get done anyway.
The person looked to the far corners of the decrepit room. One corner in particular held a thick, tangible darkness. Void of any semblance of life and movement.
