Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31283382-20160702021804

I was in the bathroom, trying to wash the mud out of my hair before the class began. You probably wonder how I got mud in my hair, so I will satisfy your curiosity at once: it was Vivien. She was a girl from my class. A damn good loking girl if I may add. But that did not matter to me, as we were in a constant war from the day we met. Reason; I am a metalhead, while she was one of those “very religious kids”, at least according to her parents and professors. She always dressed in skirt and shirt combination, and was always well-spoken during class. But during her free time, it would become obvious that the only part of the Bible related to her was the Old Testament; she secretly slept with no less than 17 different guys on her freshman year alone, not to mention the next two years. She would abuse her reputation of being religious to oppress anyone she disliked: gays, lesbians, gamers, otakus, nerds, emos, goths, and of course, metalheads. Her ussual excuse was that the mentioned ones worshiped Satan (which was lie in 100% cases) after which the professors made us appologise for “upsetting” her, and then give us at least two days of detention. This time I decided to take my revenge; long story short, it included a strategically placed box with a time lock, that would open 10 minutes into the class, and release 30 grasshoppers into Vivien’s lap. And unfortunately for me, it worked. She hated bugs as well, especially the winged ones, so she screamed like the lost soul. Ten minutes later, all of the grasshoppers were removed from the classroom, and I earned a month of detention. During the break, to add injury to insult, she got a pair guys that followed her around like a pair of puppies, to beat the living Hell out of me, and quite literally toss me out the window. Luckily for me, it was on the ground floor, so I didn’t break anything, but since it was raining the day before, I ended up looking like a solder from the trench. While my vision was still a little blurred, Vivien walked up to me, pulled me up by my hair, quite literally spat in my face and whispered: ‘Why don’t you get your buddy Satan to wash you up, you little metalhead b***h.’ I was able to stand up about five minutes later. When I walked into a class, the professor was horrified at the state I was in. She asked me what happened, and I told her, but it only got me extra two weeks of detention for being the “shameless liar”. She then made me go clean myself up in the bathroom. As I left the class, I could almost feel Vivien’s grin on my nape. I had a spare pants and t-shirt ar my bag, but I had to wash my hair, and since it was over my shoulders in length, it would take a while. I almost ended up being late for the next class. I got in and took my place, just as the professor was about to make an anouncement: ‘May I have your attention, please. Today, a new student will be joining your class.’ Just as he finished, the doors of the classroom burst open, and all the conversation in the classroom stopped. And I couldn’t blame them, for at the entrance stood a new student: he was about 190 cm. (6.3 ft.) tall, with straight jet black hair that reached to his mid back. He was dressed in a leather trench coat that reached almost to the floor, a Megadeth t-shirt (I already liked this guy), and black trousers, accompanied by a pair of steel-plated boots. His eyes were the deepest possible blue. On his way to the black board,  he walked right past me, and I could smell… well, I do not know what was that. It smelled like dust scattered in the fire. I do not know how to describe it differently. He walked up the blackboard and introduced himself: ‘My name is Sam, and for the following year, I shall be your classmate. Pleased to meet you.’ This surprised me greatly: I did not expect him to be so polite and well-spoken. The professor also appeared to be surprised, but he managed to regain his composure, cleared his throat, and said: ‘Well then, pleased to meet you too, Samuel. Why don’t you go and sit next to Skywalker’ (that would be me, by the way). I coluld swear that the guy twiched when the professor spoke to him, but the very next moment, he was  once again perfectly calm, so I dismissed it as my imagination. ‘It’s not Samuel, professor. It’s… just Sam’, he whispered. Once again, the professor was surprised, and once again, he swiftly regained composure: ‘Very well, Sam. Please take your seat so we may resume our lession.’ As soon as he sat next to me, I offered him a hand: ‘Name’s Dean. Nice to meet you, Sam.’ ‘The pleasure is all mine, Dean.’ He accepted my hand. And almost crushed it.

After the school, as the two of us were walking out of the school yard, discussing about the latest Metallica single, Vivien and her goons, blocked our path. She looked at Sam with obvious disgust in her eyes. ‘Oy, whelp. Where do you think you are going?’ He ignored her. ‘Hey, I’m talking to you!’ He still ignored her. The little group of people gathered around us. Vivien was now shaking with anger; it was obvious she was not used to being ignored. ‘Listen here, you dogshit…’ ‘Shut up!’ I was even more surprised that the rest of people when I heard myself saying those words. Good news, I stood up to the greatest bully in school. Bad news, I now had Vivien’s rapt attention. ‘Fuck of, Skywalker! Nobody cares what you have to say!’ I was about to answer her, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Sam. ‘Her words did not get to me Dean. They shouldn’t have gotten to you, either. At the very least, not from this little whore before us.’ I could almost hear the sound of hundred jaw drops. Vivien was thunderstruck. She then narrowed her eyes more than I thought possible. ‘What did you call me, you little bitch?’ As calm as ever, Sam answered: ‘A little whore. And jugding by your reaction, I don’t think I was wrong.’ Before anybody could possibly react, both of Vivien’s goons charged towards Sam. In a split second before the clash, I subconsiously braced myself for what was about to happen; I’ve seen, more than once, the work of those two gorillas. I was convinced that Sam would soon be reduced to a bloody stain. But this time, things were going to be different. The closer one to Sam swung directly for Sam’s face. With almost superhuman speed, Sam dodged the punch, caught him by the wrist with one hand and on throat with another, and then kicked him in his legs. He was swept down, and dropped like a brick. The other one was now coming from behind Sam. Fast as a wild cat, Sam turned around, but it was already too late, and the other one punched him in the face. But nothing happened. In an instant, I could literally feel the wave of sheer terror that washed over all that were present. We’ve all seen that the guy that just punched Sam was capable of punching through wooden doors (don’t ask, people here do crazy stuff for bets), and yet Sam took a full power of that blow without even as much as flinching. Not even his nose was bloodied. Too late did the guy realize that he was in much greater danger than Sam. Sam gripped him by his throat, and threw him 15 f***ing feet aside. The guy probably weighted 90 kilos (about 180 pounds) and Sam just yanked him away like he was a pillow. This was by no account natural. At this point, I was certain I could hear the sound of a hundred furious heartbeats all around me. Sam casually walked up to Vivien and slapped her. She feel to the ground. ‘I was mistaken about you’, said Sam.’I called you a whore, but you are not one. Whores at least do it for money, while you do it for pleasure. You are just a filthy slut.’ Vivien’s face was covered in tears and by blood dripping over her lips, I subconsciously assumed she bit her tongue. Sam started to walk to the school exit. People parted before him like he was a walking flame. And I couldn’t blame them. What he just did was… insane. I mean, sure, Sam was rather muscular and tall, but no human being had that amount of physical strength. “Come on Dean”, he yelled merrily. “R-right”, I somehow managed to respond.



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Several month passed since Sam came to our class, and only weeks later, he was among the most popular folks on entire school. The incident with Vivien was almost forgotten, but I would still hear it from time to time; frightened whispers mostly. Some kids stayed away from Sam, but most of them liked him. Nevertheless, he prefered to hang out with me. One day, while we were sitting on a river bank, I finally asked him: “Sam, why do you prefer to hang out with me?” “What do you mean?” he said, slightly confused. “Well, I know we have simmilar interests, but there are a plethora of folks much cooler than me.” “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you remind me of my older brother a bit.” He never told me he had a brother. “So, you have a brother?” “Four actually. And two sisters.” “So you guys all live together?” “No. They are all away. Mike, the oldest of us, he is a politician somewhere. We don’t really talk lately. Ralph is an officer in the army. Gabe… well Gabe lives to the fullest and mostly drinks his days away somewhere in Kansas. Hael and Agni both work in Police.” I listened, almost transfixed. His family sounded pretty cool. “What about your parents?” This seamed to make him feel a bit uncomfortable. “Sorry dude, I didn’t mean to…” “It’s okay. No big deal really. I never knew my mother, none of us did. Not sure we ever will. And Dad; he is a designer, architect, creator. Not sure how to call it. But we don’t talk any more… we had a bit of a fall out a few years back. An argument about my older brother.” “What, he didn’t like Gabe draining down bottles?”, I laughed. He now seamed really down. “No, not him. The brother that you remind me of.” I was not until now that I figured out he named only five of his siblings. “You mean your fifth brother?” “Yes… Nick.” “Where is he now?” “He… he is in jail. Lifetime sentence.” “Holy f… What happened?!” “Nick and I, we got into a bit of argument over a girl. Ellie was her name, I think. The argument got pretty intense and then, to add oil to fire, Ellie herself arrived. She told Nick to go to Hell; she screamed that she hated him, and that she loves me now. And I guess it was a spark that lit the powder. Nick pushed her into lake. Ellie couldn’t swim, so I tried to pull her out, but it was already too late. Ellie was alread beyond saving. When Dad found out, he was furious. Mike found Nick, and he kicked the living Hell out of him. I think he broke at least half dozen of his bones. After that, Nick was sentenced to life for murder. I tried talking to Dad, but he wouldn’t listen. I told him Nick didn’t mean it. That he was out of him mind. Dad still wouldn’t listen. After that, I left.” “Dude… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be, Dean. I am not trying to justify Nick’s actions, but Dad was too rough on him. Nick didn’t deserve it. Nick was always the bravest of us; quite a little rebel. He is the only one that ever questioned some choices that Dad made, the only one that would ever stand up to him. That is how you remind me of him Dean. You have a strong, unwavering spirit. Let’s just… not bring this out any longer, okay?” “Okay”, I said. But I had the feeling that Sam was not completely honest with me. Something about his story seamed awfully familiar…



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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Some six month later, Sam and I enroled the same college. We had less time to hang around, because… well, college, but we were still no good ends. One particulary rainy Tuesday, we were just passing the boiler room in our college building, when we heard someone whisper from inside. Almost immediately, Sam turned the doorknob, and we entered. Only a few steps later, I was struck on my head so hard, the entire world turned dark gray. When I came to my senses, I was rougly lifted to my feet, and while someone held my hands behind my backs, greeted by a rather creepy sight; some guy held Sam in a headlock, and in front of them stood Vivien. She looked slightly deranged, but definitely more crueler than ever. And the worst thing was, she held a stiletto knife in her hand. When she spoke she sounded so bloodthirsty I thought she was a vampire: “Well, well, look who is here. The Bitch and a Pup. What is it, Samuel? Scared? Oh, you should be; by the time I am done with you, you will beg me to kill you!!!” Sam didn’t look a little bit scared. I didn’t understand how could he be so calm when his life was in danger. “It’s just Sam”, he said, like he had no worries in the world. At this, Vivien snapped. She started screaming incoherently, and before I could do anything, she drove her dagger through Sam’s heart. I wanted to scream, but no noise left my mouth. I wanted to do something, but I couldn’t move. And maybe, it was good thing that I couldn’t. The scene that played out in front of me haunted my dreams for many months. Sam suddenly raised his head, and for the first time ever, his face was neither happy or sad. It was now painted with rage. I wish I never saw it, for it was the most horrific face I’ve ever seen. I never saw how did he get behind the guy that held him up, but he grabbed his head and twisted it, snapping his neck like a twig. I was freaked out beyond comprehension. He just killed a guy! Before anything could happen, Sam turned his gaze towards me. Oh God! how I wanted him to look away. I couldn’t stand those eyes. They looked so dead and so burning at the same time. Sam raised his hand, and made a move like he way trying to screw in a lightbulb. I heard a sickening crack behind me, and I felt the guy falling on the ground behind me. Vivien stood as if petrified. It took her mind a few seconds to process what just happened. Then she started to run. It was in vain. Sam caught her hair and yanked her towards himself. She was screaming in pain, but it didn’t seem to bother Sam at all. He put his hand over her mouth and pinned her against a boiler. He then proceeded to rip of her shirt and skirt as well as her underwear with his free hand. She was now completely naked. Her muffled screams now got louder, as she knew what was going to happen next. And so did I. But we were both wrong, and now that I look back, I think it would be better that it happened. Better for Vivien, at least. As calm as ever, Sam pulled Vivien’s stilleto from his chests. He just pulled it out, without cry, without flinch. There was no blood on thr blade. No blood came out of his wound. There wasn’t even a wound! He got on his knee, and positioned a tip of the blade a bit under Vivien’s navel. He than sliced. Vivien’s screams grew even louder. Tears of pain now rolled down her cheeks. But Sam didn’t stop. He continued to carve her skin until there was an almost caligraphic depiction of a number ‘2’ etched into her skin. He threw stilleto away, and to my further horror, bit on his wrist. There was blood now. He sucked a mouthfull of it and then procceded to spit it onto Vivien’s wound. When the first drop of Sam’s blood touched the floor, the entire room went haywire. Lights started to flicker on and of. The pressure in the boilers grew until the meters burst. The ceiling cracked. Steam came from everywhere. Two bulbs exploded. But there was still light in the room. I almost wish there wasn’t. No, I definetely wish there wasn’t. Light cast strong shadows of both Sam and Vivien on the opposing wall. And while Vivien’s looked normal, something seamed to grow slowly out of Sam’s. It continued to grow, until I knew what it was: a shadow of a pair of giant skeletal wings, held together merely by a few loose tendons. It was much more than my already tormented mind could handle. I collapsed and fell unconsious.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">I awoke in the hospital. As soon as I could remember what happened, I went into a frenetic rant on all that happened, and it took nurse, my parents, and our history professor about 15 minutes to calm me down to the point where I would listen. According to the words of my professor, he found the boiler room unlocked and opened, and went to check it out. There, he found Vivien, those two guys, and me, all unconsious. Vivien was clothed, but her stomach was bleeding, so he immediately called for help. We were all transported to hospital. Vivien and the guys were still unconsious, but they would survive. However, Vivien will be left with a permanent scar on her stomach. When I asked what happened to Sam, my professor frowned: “What do you mean, lad? Sam phoned me yesterday. He said he wouldn’t come today as he felt sick. The doorman said you came alone today. Are you telling me he was there?” My mind struggled to comprehend what I just heard, and I had no strength to argue or explain. “No professor. I just wanted to make sure he was safe…” I fell asleep.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">I was awoken by a nurse a few hours later. Apparently I had a visitor. And it was Sam. As soon as the nurse left I tried to speak, but Sam hushed me with but a look. “Don’t fear Dean. Vivien will survive what I did to her, but she will wish she hasn’t. And in a few months, she will be unable to take it any longer. Thusly, she will be punished for all the misery she caused to you and your classmates during these years.” “What did you do to her?”, I hissed like a frightened cat. “Do you remember Dante?”, he asked. “What?” “Do you?” “Yes but…” “Do you remember the Circles?”. “Uhm, yes: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Rage, Heresy, Violence, Fraud, and Treachery.” “Now tell me which is the second one.” “Lust. But what does it h… The number.” “Yes.” I was now completely drenched in cold sweat. “What did you do to her!?” He was still as calm as ever. “I merely released her prime desire.” I wanted to ask him more, especially about the apparation that appeared out of his backs, but he just smiled and poked my forehead with his index finger. I immediately fell into a dreamless sleep.

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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;mso-no-proof:yes">A few days later, all of us were ready to resume our lessions. The guys were alive and well, but it seamed that the memory of their recent death (and obviously resurrection) was still fresh in their minds, so their ceased to bully people and generaly behaved like alarmed kittens. Viviens seamed all right, for the first few days, but she soon started to behave strangely, anmost insecure. One day, as Sam an I were walkingthrough the hall just in time to see Vivien talking to some guy. He seamed nervous and uncomfortable. Suddenly, Vivien dropped to her knees and tried to unbutton the guy’s pants. Panicking, the guy pushed her away: “What the Hell is wrong with you? I have a girlfriend, you sick bitch. Keep away from me!” He rushed away at the speed of light. I turned to Sam. “Is this what you were talking about?” He nodded. He seamed amussed. Simmilar incident happened in the following weeks, and and in a month’s time, our class along with our German professor, entered the classrom, just to be greeted by the sight of Vivien and some random guy doing… well, I don’t need to explain what. Vivien’s parents were immediately called. During their talk with Chancellor, they raged about her ‘spreading slanderous lies about their daugther’. But the footage of the security camera left no place to doubt. In the following months, it got better. Or worse. Vivien did not care where or when, and it looked like her only wish was to bang with as many guys as possible. She even tried to make her move on me. How that turned out, I will not speak. Soon, Vivien’s reputation dropped drastically. None feared her, even fewer respected her. Every time she walked through the hall, she was greeted by chanting, rude (but fitting) nicknames, and even invitations. She now seamed like an addict, hating what she did, but doing it anyway. On May 6th, Vivien commited suicide. Sam and I were outside, on the basketball playground when she jumped out the window on the 4th floor. She dived, so she was dead the moment she hit the ground. Kids rounded up around her, and in just a few moments someone began to scream. Her scream spread to the crowd, and in seconds, most of them were running around, screeching. Some tried to call the paramedics, but their hands were too shaky to properly hold their phones. Some just stood, frozen, staring at this scene of death. I heard something that sounded like the flap of giant wings and turned to Sam. But Sam was no longer there. And suddenly, after all these months, revelation hit me like a truck. I how was he so incredibly strong; I knew who were truly his brothes and sisters, as well as his Dad; I knew that Ellie was not dead, but truly was beyond saving; I knew the exact lake Nick pushed her into; I knew what he did to those guys and Vivien; I knew how she was unable to injure him; I know what those wing looking things that grew out of his shadow were. I also knew, his real name was truly not Samuel. But neither was it ‘just Sam’. “Samael…”, I whispered to the wind, that carring not for what I said, continued to spread the smell of dust scattered over fire, that I knew, shall linger in this spot for all eternety.

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