Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 12:22:26 GMT -5
Hamilton Hill, a sprawling campus of jocks and geeks, all locked in a battle for dominance over the school, yet none ever gaining the upper hand. Jordan sighed, it was the same every day. Luckily, he only had one more week of nonsense left before Winter break. Christmas was just around the corner, although Jordan had never really been a fan of the holiday, not since his accident. He blinked, molten eyes of melted saphire glimmering darkly as they flitted about to survey the large structure. The sky above was dark and cloudy, threatening snow in the longer hours of night, the air frigid and suprisingly thin. He couldn't feel his fingertips, and his toes tingled and burned uncomfortably. Winter was his most hated season, especially since festive cheer wasn't exactly part of his personality, and is grim life at school didn't help.
Unlike most inhabitants of the overcrowded high school, Jordan was neither geek nor jock, he was just that dark, emo kid that sat in dark corners all day and played with spiders. Honestly, Jordan didn't like spiders, not one bit. They only reminded him of the venom that flowed within his own veins. But, that was how people thought of him. Rather depressing, but Jordan had long since given up care for such things. He trotted down the steps and slipped between the wandering students of the gathering crowd, waiting for buses or cars so they could head home. Jordan wasn't looking for either. He usually walked, alone, in the cold. He was always bullied on the bus, and his grandmother hardly had the time to pick him up everyday. So, snow, rain, or wind, he simply walked as the jocks jeered at him and the geeks whispered about him.
Sometimes, he wanted to punch the jerks in the face, to plaster their own blood across their face and smash their ugly noses in. But Jordan knew that wouldn't be a good idea. What if Scourge came out, and he got out of control? Scourge wouldn't show mercy, he wouldn't be there to just fight. He'd be there to kill, and he'd be tearing through flesh in a jolly, holiday spirit only psychopaths could feel, and laughing all the way. The irony. But it was true, Jordan knew, so he avoided fights, refused to get involved. That often meant giving up his lunch every day, but it was better then slaughtering everyone. If only they knew, just how much danger they were putting themselves in with each day they bullied him. Perhaps they would stop? But then, he couldn't tell them, they'd laugh, they'd intentionally push him around even harder in a clear effort to test his warning, and that would only cause more danger.
As if he wasn't in enough already. He was pretty sure he was being watched. Yes, Jordan had always been paranoid, but the moving shadows between passing allys frightened him, and at times he could feel Scourge's amusment in his mind as Jordan squirmed beneath invisible eyes. The shadows appeared to follow him, day or night, and he couldn't piss without bated breath. It was torture. Jordan assumed it had something to do with last week, though ever since then, Scourge had not resurfaced, and Jordan has been extra careful not to encourage him. Of course, he only remembered vague, blurry images and peices of broken thoughts and sounds from the event. All he really remembered from himself was being followed by some thug, and then darkness as the beast emerged from inside. No doubt the mugger had been killed.
Jordan also knew there had been a great battle, one he was too badly outnumbered in, or rather, Scourge. And so, after a struggle, it appeared as if he had fled. The next day, he awoke in an alley, covered in blood with lingering memories that weren't exactly his own, and agonizing pain. Ever since then, he had lived in fear that someone might recognize him, might be tracking him. Who had they been fighting last night, a demon kid, or a mutant wolf from hell? Could his assailants pick him out from a crowd? He swallowed down his thoughts, if they came for him, he would just have to do his best to keep Scourge supressed, but Jordan knew well enough already, Scourge was only supressed when he wanted to be. So how much was Scourge willing to take before he went wild?
Jordan hugged himself as he walked, focusing on his heartbeat and trying to ignore the bitter cold that stung his nose and ears. His black, stringy hair fell over his eyes with a harrassing breeze, but Jordan didn't swipe it away. In a way, it made him feel slightly more secure, and safe. But in the back of his head, he knew, if he was being tracked by an angry group of vigilantes, hair wasn't going to save him. Who all had he fought that night? Jordan remembered a smeared vision of Robin, and a flying female that was quite radiant. There were others, glimpses of their forms, but he couldn't make them out. Robin was enough to scare him. What if Batman hunted him down? Batman was one guy Jordan would never think to mess with, the stories people told were ones of pain and terror. Not something Jordan wanted to experiance.
He could see the towering apartment building a few blocks ahead, and a sense of relief washed over him. Soon, he would be home and warm, and out of the open. Atleast there, the world couldn't mock him, even if Scourge still did. Yet, at the same time, Jordan felt dread. His grandmother was the cause of this. Everyday, Jordan put her in danger, testing Scourge with her tempting body. Jordan was terrified he would leap out and rip her apart, with him helpless and caged in his own rampaging body. He was a threat Jordan couldn't rid himself of, a danger to the one thing he cared about. It was why Jordan had never fought it, had never tried to get rid of it. He didn't want to risk it's rage, taken out upon his familly. It was why he would likely forever be this way, inprisoned in constant depression and fear, and why he just wanted to end it all. If there was anything at all he could get for Christmas that Jordan would actually care about, it would be the gift of normality. Only his grandmother kept him from launching himself off a bridge. So he only wished for help that would never come, in his mind, and dreamed of the day he might be released from his terror.
Unlike most inhabitants of the overcrowded high school, Jordan was neither geek nor jock, he was just that dark, emo kid that sat in dark corners all day and played with spiders. Honestly, Jordan didn't like spiders, not one bit. They only reminded him of the venom that flowed within his own veins. But, that was how people thought of him. Rather depressing, but Jordan had long since given up care for such things. He trotted down the steps and slipped between the wandering students of the gathering crowd, waiting for buses or cars so they could head home. Jordan wasn't looking for either. He usually walked, alone, in the cold. He was always bullied on the bus, and his grandmother hardly had the time to pick him up everyday. So, snow, rain, or wind, he simply walked as the jocks jeered at him and the geeks whispered about him.
Sometimes, he wanted to punch the jerks in the face, to plaster their own blood across their face and smash their ugly noses in. But Jordan knew that wouldn't be a good idea. What if Scourge came out, and he got out of control? Scourge wouldn't show mercy, he wouldn't be there to just fight. He'd be there to kill, and he'd be tearing through flesh in a jolly, holiday spirit only psychopaths could feel, and laughing all the way. The irony. But it was true, Jordan knew, so he avoided fights, refused to get involved. That often meant giving up his lunch every day, but it was better then slaughtering everyone. If only they knew, just how much danger they were putting themselves in with each day they bullied him. Perhaps they would stop? But then, he couldn't tell them, they'd laugh, they'd intentionally push him around even harder in a clear effort to test his warning, and that would only cause more danger.
As if he wasn't in enough already. He was pretty sure he was being watched. Yes, Jordan had always been paranoid, but the moving shadows between passing allys frightened him, and at times he could feel Scourge's amusment in his mind as Jordan squirmed beneath invisible eyes. The shadows appeared to follow him, day or night, and he couldn't piss without bated breath. It was torture. Jordan assumed it had something to do with last week, though ever since then, Scourge had not resurfaced, and Jordan has been extra careful not to encourage him. Of course, he only remembered vague, blurry images and peices of broken thoughts and sounds from the event. All he really remembered from himself was being followed by some thug, and then darkness as the beast emerged from inside. No doubt the mugger had been killed.
Jordan also knew there had been a great battle, one he was too badly outnumbered in, or rather, Scourge. And so, after a struggle, it appeared as if he had fled. The next day, he awoke in an alley, covered in blood with lingering memories that weren't exactly his own, and agonizing pain. Ever since then, he had lived in fear that someone might recognize him, might be tracking him. Who had they been fighting last night, a demon kid, or a mutant wolf from hell? Could his assailants pick him out from a crowd? He swallowed down his thoughts, if they came for him, he would just have to do his best to keep Scourge supressed, but Jordan knew well enough already, Scourge was only supressed when he wanted to be. So how much was Scourge willing to take before he went wild?
Jordan hugged himself as he walked, focusing on his heartbeat and trying to ignore the bitter cold that stung his nose and ears. His black, stringy hair fell over his eyes with a harrassing breeze, but Jordan didn't swipe it away. In a way, it made him feel slightly more secure, and safe. But in the back of his head, he knew, if he was being tracked by an angry group of vigilantes, hair wasn't going to save him. Who all had he fought that night? Jordan remembered a smeared vision of Robin, and a flying female that was quite radiant. There were others, glimpses of their forms, but he couldn't make them out. Robin was enough to scare him. What if Batman hunted him down? Batman was one guy Jordan would never think to mess with, the stories people told were ones of pain and terror. Not something Jordan wanted to experiance.
He could see the towering apartment building a few blocks ahead, and a sense of relief washed over him. Soon, he would be home and warm, and out of the open. Atleast there, the world couldn't mock him, even if Scourge still did. Yet, at the same time, Jordan felt dread. His grandmother was the cause of this. Everyday, Jordan put her in danger, testing Scourge with her tempting body. Jordan was terrified he would leap out and rip her apart, with him helpless and caged in his own rampaging body. He was a threat Jordan couldn't rid himself of, a danger to the one thing he cared about. It was why Jordan had never fought it, had never tried to get rid of it. He didn't want to risk it's rage, taken out upon his familly. It was why he would likely forever be this way, inprisoned in constant depression and fear, and why he just wanted to end it all. If there was anything at all he could get for Christmas that Jordan would actually care about, it would be the gift of normality. Only his grandmother kept him from launching himself off a bridge. So he only wished for help that would never come, in his mind, and dreamed of the day he might be released from his terror.