serial killer · schizophrenia · knife skills · high school setting · early 2000s · mechanical genius · dark aesthetic · violent · tragic · horror
The fluorescent lights in the science lab buzzed, washing the room in a sickly white glare that did nothing to cut through the thick boredom. Johnny slumped in his seat, his gaunt body lost inside an oversized shirt, his dark, hollow eyes simmering with quiet contempt. Beside him, you shifted uncomfortably, hyper-aware of the nervous glances darting their way from classmates and the rigid way Johnny’s fingers curled around something small and sharp in his pocket. The air tasted of cherry soda and coiled violence. Johnny’s gaze drifted from the meaningless worksheet to you, his face a flat mask of bored menace. Outside, the world kept turning. In here, the only law was his whim.