In a normal highschool, 'Nathan Reagan Highschool' to be exact, the students are laughing and bickering like usual. That's when they hear the heavy footfalls of those leather shoes.
The boy's shining obsidian eyes darted from right to left, meticulously scanning his surroundings:
I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools
Judgemental glares, and mocking laughter from male students.
Scared, unnerved but interested glances from female students.
run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago...
Three middle-aged male teachers looked coldly back at him, as one of them looked the boy up and down.
but I admire the sadism.
All the students in the halls moved quickly away as a tall, lean but muscular boy dressed in a black suit, ironed white shirt, black tie and black trousers with floppy but still neat black hair, sunken black eyes and luscious lips walked past, his heavy footsteps echoing.
The school bell rings.
A group of jocks guffaw.
He walks to a heavily graffitied locker 101:
The words 𝔽ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕂, PiGSLEY WiGSLEY, Oink Oink, 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓴, among others all scrawled crudely on it paired with offensive drawings of pig motifs all done with black permanent marker, with smudge marks still remaining after the janitor's efforts of cleaning it, sandwiched between two other lockers, in a neat row of all red lockers, and opens it revealing...
A younger round boy with the same floppy black hair and black eyes, beads of sweat covering his forehead, dressed in a black and white striped shirt, tied with red rope and an apple gagging his mouth looks back at him desperately.
The younger boy gags and whimpers then falls to the floor with a thud.
The boy kneels and puts a big white hand down on the floor, its nails covered with black nail polish and removes the apple from the younger boy's mouth.
The younger boy pants.
"I want names." says the boy.
"I don't know who they were, honest. It happened so fast." pants the round, younger boy.
"Pugsley, emotion equals weakness." the boy replies coldly as he removes the red rope from the younger boy's wrists. "Pull yourself together." he says through gritted teeth.
The younger boy; Pugsley, whimpers.
"Now." the boy orders.
The boy removes the red rope from Pugsley and suddenly, his head is pulled backwards, black hair swinging, face towards the sky in reflex and he has a vision.
A vision of a group of jocks jeering as they overpower Pugsley and tie him up.
"You scared, kid? Scared?"
The jocks laugh and slam him into his own locker, forcing an apple into his mouth.
The boy's head swings violently back down.
The school bell rings once more.
"You okay?" asks Pugsley, scared.
I'm not about to confess to my brother that I've recently been plagued by visions. They come on without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn.
"Leave this to me." the boy returns coldly, emotionlessly as he stalks off.
"Saturday?" asks Pugsley as he gets his head off the floor and calls after his brother.
The boy stops.
"What are you gonna do?" he questions.
"What I do best." the boy returns flatly.
Pugsley puts his head down on the floor, still bound by the red ropes despite his brother's help.
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That group of jocks were playing water polo in the big indoor pool.
"Yo, Dalton, look." one of the jocks points. "Pigsley's brother."
Dalton turns around. "Hey, freak." he taunts. "This is a closed practice." he says arrogantly, as his lips curl up into a smirk, showing his two white, large, uneven front teeth, one of his large pale hands on the yellow water polo ball.
The jocks chuckle.
"The only person who gets to torture my brother is me." returns the boy coldly and emotionlessly.
He holds two big bags of some sort of fish in his two hands.
As the jocks realize, they start swimming away in fear, clamoring as they do.
He lifts them high...
And drops the bags nonchalantly into the spacious pool making elegant splashes.
The boy smirks slightly.
The fish swim viciously towards the boys as they start swimming away in fear.
The boy definitely has a smirk on his pale face now.
As Dalton reaches the metal ladder...
The piranhas bite into him and he shrieks in pain, his blood dying the surrounding water red.
The boy smirks devilishly, but still purely as he takes a deep breath in and out, as if he was enjoying a heavenly opera.
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⚜︎ Saturday Prelude ⚜︎
An elegant black limousine races down a long straight black road, its radio squawks, playing "In Dreams" by Roy Orbison.
♪ I close my eyes ♪
♪ Then I drift away ♪
One of its passengers sings along as the black limousine carries some black trunks on top of it.
♪ Into the magic night ♪
Sitting inside, on the velvet red seats Saturday looks apathetically into the distance, a slim young girl with snow-white pale skin, long, sleek, darker-than-ebony black hair tied in two thick braids that reached her slender waist, slight bangs framing her perfectly oval shaped face, a cute button nose, rosy cherry lips, delicate double eyelids like the petals of a flower, and light, magical, almond shaped golden eyes who was sitting next to him, glances at him admiringly.
She was wearing a pretty maid outfit consisting of a white ruffled headpiece with a voluminous, layered black dress with puffy sleeves, a white ruffled apron secured with a large bow at the back and shiny, elegant, black Mary Janes.
He glances towards them, towards the creatures contributing to his discomfort.
♪ I softly say ♪
A tall man in a handsome black tuxedo with a black bowtie, long luscious black hair, sharp cheekbones, pale white skin, a lean muscular build and delicious looking lips glances at a singing, beautiful, slightly plump woman with pale skin (though with slightly more colour than his), long wavy hair in a revealing black dress, cut low at the collar.
The man smirks down at her.
Pugsley rolls his eyes in the front seat, as their butler holds onto the steering wheel, also rolling his pale eyes. Saturday's beautiful maid looks shyly away.
They pair both start singing now, as the man reaches out his hand to vertically touch the woman's one.
♪ A silent prayer ♪
♪ Like dreamers do ♪
He gently grabs her puggy hand in his large white one.
♪ Then I fall asleep to dream ♪
♪ My dreams of you ♪
The puggy woman gets deep into her singing, revealing her yellow teeth and making a hand gesture towards the unparalleled handsome man.
Saturday closes his eyes in annoyance.
♪ I remember ♪
A flock of birds chirp in the distance as they crash onto the front window of the car.
Pugsley jumps.
♪ That you said goodbye... ♪
The handsome man clicks his long fingers to the beat of the song.
Saturday glances away again.
The birds tweet feebly as they fall to the floor, the black limousine roaring away into the distance.
The handsome man groans as he leans downwards, towards the puggy woman as she moans. Their lips met.
The man groans as he pulls away.
"Mmm." The woman moans as she leans her puggy frame backward.
They both turn to look at the brooding boy in front of them.
"My dear son, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?" asks the man in a smooth voice coated with honey.
Saturday turns his head back to his Butler. "Lurch, please remind my parents that I'm no longer speaking to them." he says emotionlessly and coldly and turns his head back towards the handsome man and his puggy wife.
Lurch, the Butler, grunts.
"Hmm." says the dark, handsome man.
"I promise you, my little viper, you will love Nevermore." says the puggy woman to Saturday in relish. "Won't he, Mort?"
"Of course he will. It's the perfect school for him." replies the handsome man.
"Why? Because it was the perfect school for you?" questions Saturday coldly as he looks at his father. "I have no interest in following in your footsteps. Becoming Captain of the Fencing Team, King of the Dark Prom, President of the Séance Society."
"I merely meant that finally you will be among peers who understand you." returns his father in that honeyed voice.
He smiles at his oh-so-lookalike son.
"Maybe you'll even make some friends." he says as his puggy wife also smiles, showing her yellow teeth.
"Nevermore is like no other boarding school." says his puggy wife, then, looking back at her husband, who looks away into the distance, she says, "It's a magical place. It's where I met your father." The man looks at his wife. "And we fell in love."
They give a yearning sigh, as the man leans into his wife once more.
"You guys are making me nauseous." says Saturday coldly, as his emotionless gaze pierces into the both of them, the little maid sitting by his side tries to hide her face, bowing her head low. "Not in a good way." he finishes.
"My dear son, we aren't the ones who got you expelled." reminds his father with his low, deep, smooth, rich, honeyed voice. "That boy's family was going to file attempted murder charges. How would that have looked on your record?" asks the man, looking out the window.
"Terrible." returns Saturday nonchalantly. "Everyone would know I failed to get the job done."
His maid shudders beside him. He ignores her.
"Hmm." returns his father as their limousine roars down the road, into Nevermore Academy.
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