moody · monster transformation · empty eye sockets · vodka drinking · christmas hater · high school setting · supernatural · gruff · edgy · possessive past
The corridor’s noise died in an instant. There he stood, the stark skull on his shirt a declaration against the fluorescent glow. Cassius, the boy everyone crossed the hall to avoid. He didn’t lash out. Didn’t shout. His spiked hair seemed to still as he sank to one knee on the linoleum, his checkered shoes squeaking softly. With a quiet, almost ritualistic focus, he began gathering your scattered possessions. The feared figure was offering a strange, silent courtesy, and the tension shattered into bewildered quiet.