The bitter night took control of Conner. His insomnia had reached a new level, and it was something that could not be defined or helped. Instead of being in the warm comforts of his bed, Derek found himself wandering the woods without a thought of where he was going. The night was already hard for him, and the insomnia only made things worse. There was no way that he could say posted at his house, in his room. He needed out, and the only way he was going to get that out was by leaving.
At around 2:30, he rose from his bed, slipped on a pair of hiking boots and zipped a jacket up, over his bare body. There wasn’t much of anything that could phase Connor, and the cold bitter air of winter was no exception. Derek stared out of his window, and into the darkness of the night, and he somehow felt at home. The darkness unlocked something in him that could never be found during the day.
The boy staggered as he walked, but that didn’t stop him from moving. He continued on his path for at least an hour. He was at home, and there was nothing that could remove him from that home. Derek made his way over a rock cliff, and he could hear the river raging beneath him. He could hear the river’s water slamming against the bank, and the only thing he wanted was to be “one with the river.” Derek closed his eyes, and he pictured what it would be like to take a dive. He wasn’t one to take an adventure, but for some reason he wanted to tonight.
With his eyes closed, he thought. He thought about the swiftness of the wind, and the raggedness of the water. He wanted to be taken away. Derek’s eyes opened, and he stared into the moon. He saw the white glow, and it illuminated his body softly. With the light pressing against his body, he could see inside of himself. He saw the desire, and he could no longer resist it. Derek stepped forward, and he continued stepping until there was nothing but air to step on.
In a matter of seconds, Derek’s body fell downward with the pull of gravity. Wind overtook Derek’s body. With the moon’s light shining onto him, Derek felt invincible. He could feel a rush of energy taking over his body, and he didn’t want it to stop. Derek fell with a grin on his face, and that grin turned into a smile when he felt the river touch him. He quickly allowed the river to take him, and he wasted no time in becoming “one with the river.”
Fire flashed across his face, and sweat coated his body. Issac sat up, and he stared into the dark, deep depths. He had no idea where he was, and he didn’t want to find out. He tried to move forward, but it was impossible. His body was frozen; his feet glued to a dark black pillar, and his hands suspended in midair. Issac had no idea what was going on; he only wanted out. His eyes turned, but the only thing he saw was fire.
While Isaac stood frozen, he felt the earth shake and rumble. He felt the heat intensify, and he wanted to cry out. He wanted the world to know just how much pain he was in, but his frozen body would only allow him to move his eyes. He tried his best to see what was happening, but it was impossible. The only thing he would do was see and feel, and neither of the senses seemed to hold good news.
In a matter of seconds, the pillar split, and with it, so did Issac’s body. As the pillar fell, half of Issac’s body fell towards the fire while the other half fell towards darkness. The sight was one of pure tragedy, and no other word could describe the scene more accurately. Issac felt half of his body burn while the other half was devoured by beasts that lurked in the darkness. Although he was already gone, the last nerves caused him to feel one last twinge of pain before he finally perished.
In a matter of seconds, Issac ‘s body was turned into nothing—the same as his existence. In a matter of seconds, the black haired boy no longer mattered. The flames continued to rage on. They grew hotter and gained height as the pit began to crumble. Pieces of the ceilings began to fall, and it only added fuel to the fire. With the overhead falling, a stream of water began to fall through the holes. As more and more of the earth fell from above, the stream began to grow in size and pressure.
In a matter of minutes, what started as a stream turned into a river—a river that was fueling the fire. As the water made its way to the bottom of the pit, the fire began to change colors. From a dark, deep orange, to a bright pink that could be mistaken for red. The fire consumed everything, and it would continue until there was nothing to consume except itself. As the river continued to feed a fire, a figure fell with it. It seemed to be human, but there was no way to be sure. What could be mistaken for a human could have easily been an animal, a tree, or anything that found its home in nature.
As the figure fell, the river began to let up—as if the figure was controlling the river. The figure made it to the bottom of the pit and into the fire. At first nothing different happened. The fire continued to burn bright pink as if nothing changed. It was when the fire consumed the figure that things changed. In mere seconds what was a pink fire turned into a white. A white fire that burned hotter and deeper than anything the earth had ever seen.
Devin felt a fire burning him. He swatted at the light, and he did his best to avoid it, but he was at school. And let’s face it, there is no way to avoid the white fluorescence that’s a school day. Devin hated school, and he hated it with a passion. He only came because he was forced to. And it wasn’t even his parents that forced him to go, it was some state government agency that threated to arrest him on truancy charges or some sort. Devin thought it was all hogwash, but he could really take any chances. His life was already screwed up, and he didn’t need any more stanking cops investigating him.
Without the least bit of regard in school, Devin decided he’d show up, but that didn’t mean he’d actually do work. They could punish him for not coming, but they couldn’t punish him for not working if he didn’t want to do the work—right? Derek pressed a hand to his throbbing head, and he knew in that moment that getting drunk the night before was a bad idea. Most of his decisions were bad ideas, but he didn’t allow his conscience to stop him from having fun. If Devin was having fun, he was living life. And if he was living life, he was loving it.
Devin tried his best to ignore the teacher, but ignoring the person that constantly staring at you was hard to do. Devin was somewhat of the school’s skeleton locked in a closet. The school he attended was one with the highest success rates and all that, but none of it interested Devin. He didn’t care about what he had to make on his ACT to keep the school in its pristine position. The only thing Devin was concerned with was reaching age 17, so he could legally drop out without the police doing anything about it.
The white fire continued to blare, and the teacher lady continued to speak. It was really a bore, so Devin propped his head up on his desk. He didn’t see what the point was.
He didn’t want to do it.
He wasn’t going to it.
He didn’t care what the consequences were because he didn’t do it.
Devin stared at the clock, and he grinned when he noticed the time. 5 seconds, 4, seconds, 3, 2, 1—the bell rang in nanoseconds, Devin was out of his seat and out of his class. He entered the hallway, and he took sight of the murals that were drawn about on the walls. He didn’t want to see painting that depicted rainbows and kittens. He wanted to see what he was into—drinking and smoking weed, getting into illegal things. He wanted the school to encourage his way of life. If they could that then maybe he wouldn’t have a problem with coming to school every day.
He moved down the hall with a slow pace. He was in no hurry to reach his next class. Just like the one before it, he didn’t care about it, and he didn’t want to participate in it. Devin attending case was his opportunity to sleep.
Regardless of his desire to go home, Devin approached his Bio class. He knew where he came from—through a hole that his mother housed. He knew everything that he needed to know about the cell and everything else that could be linked to Biology. He knew his body turned some sugar into energy, and as long as his body was making that energy, he didn’t see the point in knowing what it was. What if he learned what it was and it somehow stopped working? Devin wasn’t interested in taking a risk like that.
Devin wandered into the lab, and he made his way to his usual desk. He always sat the farthest away from society. He didn’t want in on any questions, and he didn’t want to take part in any discussion. His only concern was showing up, so that he didn’t get kicked out—as if that made any sense.
He moved across the room, and he stared in an outrage when he saw that his desk was missing. He turned around in the room in a short effort to locate it, but it seemed that it was gone. It seemed that a lot of things were gone. Devin turned his attention to the man standing in front of the room, and he was shocked to see that it was not his teacher. He stared at the man; it seemed that he knew the man—as if he’d seen him somewhere before. Devin didn’t put a lot of thought into it, and when he couldn’t place the man immediately, he let the thought die. His only concern now was where he was going to sit.
The teenager opened his mouth to speak, but before words could out, the man directed him to a chair. Devin watched as the man’s bony finger directed him to a seat to the right. He stared at the seat, then at the man, and his facial expression wasn’t the nicest. The man could easily tell that Devin was going to be a difficult student, and he began to grin. Difficult students were his expertise. When Devin didn’t move, the man raised his finger again, and he frowned when Devin failed to move.
The man took sight of Devin’s eyes, and he looked into them—as if he was reading Devin’s soul. He saw the darkness inside of his body, but he wasn’t concerned about it. The man’s face changed, and he allowed his darkness to break through its barrier. He stared at Devin with an intense expression, and he didn’t stop until he made Devin conform to his demands. In a matter of seconds, Devin took his seat, and no questions were asked. The boy’s face remained neutral as his backside connected with the plastic that was the desk.
Derek grinned when he saw Kathryn walk by. He wanted every inch of her—her face, her body, her virginity. It was no secret that Derek was a sex crazed dog. He either wanted or had every women that roamed the halls of the school. Derek stared at the girl as she moved down the hallway. The only thing he was focused on was her butt as it moved side to side which each step.