Dreams of dismembering people's necks and torsos with her oversized sickle, staining her dress, the field, the daisies and even the rainbow blood red... Samantha Marcel was still in her deep, peaceful sleep, bathing in the comfort of her mahogany bed under her snug blankets. Every now and then in her rest, she would mutter audibly her experiences in her wonderland, most often beginning with: "Hmm... Mr. Sickle wants a bath today...", and would also be scattered with a few maniacal laughs in between phrases. Samael was once sane, and would often be the one to break the ice in casual conversations with Azrael, Sariel, Abbadon and the Yama, although her simple job of delivering death would later develop into homicidal and genocidal obsessions while the others have remained psychologically sane. A creak on the door? A visitor? Samael instantly opened her eyes wide, so wide that it looked like she had taken a gulp of pure caffeine and managed to live. Bloodshot, it was, and it added more to her currently unsettling appearance: hair long and unkempt like that of a witch and a dull expression twisted into a haunting grin. These eyes shot a gaze at the visitor, and boy does she allure with her dress of fine silk, hair comparable to the same material, a slim yet curvy body figure and a voice of seduction. Samael decided to play with this special detention student, not lustfully, but spine-chillingly. "Mm hmm, someone got in trouble with her again~" Samael said, giggling as she let a few tendrils slip beneath the covers and creeping it towards the detained beauty. These long, thin and black appendages wrapped around the girl's limbs, as if trying to make her uncomfortable by restraining her, but potentially make her become aroused instead as the manner in which the tendrils held her seemed straight out from Japanese H-stuff. "Why not stay with me a little? You can hang in the air for the moment~"

Really she could've showed up anytime she wanted to, because the damn teacher was even late, plus from what Ev heard it was a new fish, probably some preppie fresh out of college that wouldn't know shit about english. Ha! This class was gonna be easy. Yet, she was already bored just sitting there wasting time and decided to listen to her MP3 again to kill some, Deicide's Dead by Dawn screaming in her ears with the pulse pounding fury and horror-inspired lyrics of extreme death metal. The hooded girl blabbed something about her shirt, meaning either she was a gamer or some bible thumping stone age dimwit who was offended by her style of clothes....or style in general. Ev figured it was the former and turned to the girl taking out her earbuds momentarily, though wishing she stuck them in when she heard how sickeningly twee and giddy this chick's voice was gag! "Eh, loads of people suck at it." Ev shrugged giving a blunt answer, though her eyebrow furrowing at the kawaiiness of this other girl. Seriously, they yank her out of some Mary-Sue club?! "It just depends on what you pick. For instance, if you're a bitch noob, you go for the Drake Sword, oh and you probably get gangbanged alot in PvP don'tcha?" Although, that last bit was definitely a tad smug of herself. Ev was queen of Lordran, Lachrymose666, it was a gamertag many feared...and an inbox that gained alot of shit-mail from those she owned in PvP. Ev was about to say something else, but rude ass! <.< some other kawaii-moe-derp yapped in her face, shoving in her face her cute widdle artwork (if you could call it that) which upon sight made Ev's eyes wanna projectile vomit blood and rainbows Linda Blair style. She glowered at the brunette chick for a moment quietly, blinking a couple of times before she had an idea...a sick one at that. "Heh, really? Well if it's show and tell day, why don't I just show you...mine?" She said...albeit rather sinister with a dark, twisted Cheshire grin to boot as she flipped through her sketcbook and found, practically shoving in the cute girl's(Vicy's) face her goriest, most terrifying drawings ever, scenes of horrific mutilation, disembowelment, decapitation, and gruesome, bloody torture Ev's wicked, insane mind could ever conjure. They made Cannibal Corpse look like children's drawings. Finally the teacher showed up, revealing herself to be...Matt's lackey. "Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw. I thought you were just Matty's little bitch. Didn't think you knew shit about english." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rumors....many a tale were spread about the school among whispering students and faculty of the bizarre yet oddly attractive school maid, a woman, who to some, embodied lunacy, the definition of a sociopath hell bent on nothing but savage delight in the darkest of forms, and so Rebecca did not believe the rumors were true but slander of the beautiful woman.....and yet...here she was standing before Samantha Marcel as she rose from her apparently peaceful, dreamy slumber, though dressed the covers accentuating every inch of her succulent, curved body, along with her wild and tousled hair, causing Rebecca to feel indeed warm in the face, but a grin upon the maid's face....twas pleasant yet....there was a hint of malice Rebecca could sense as a cold chill crept up her spine and she fidgeted slightly in Samantha's alluring, yet seemingly foreboding gaze of bloodshot, beautiful eyes. ~"I....I ummm...I see that you were sleeping, darling, so I will just-"~ Leave? That wouldn't be possible. Now it felt as if Rebecca was the one being charmed, though not into the bed of a ravishing maiden but...the den of a hungry, ravenous serpent who salivated for a taste of her, and while this disturbed the vampire deeply, wondering if certain demise was encroaching upon her.....it also had the other woman....quite aroused. So this is how she likes to play, hmm? <3 Then...the tendrils followed, dark, slippery serpentine extremities that snaked from beyond the covers of Samantha's bed and made their way towards her. ~"N-no...wait....what do you think you're doing?"~ The crimson haired woman backed away hesitantly drawing a quick, ragged breath with her rose colored irises gleaming in a sense of grim surprise. They grasped around her ankles and ensnared her by the wrists, holding her, capturing her in such a way that this woman, she could have ample access to anything of Rebecca....anything she desired, and this....feeling....this sensation she sensed from these black appendages coiling about her, such a tingling that crawled throughout her body, forcing her to gasp for air in several short sips. ~"P-please...don't... I....I'm only here for d-detention!"~ She whimpered gazing in fear of what may become next of her, but in truth....was she simply selling the act of a poor damsel about to become some twisted woman's plaything for the day.....or was she really in the face of grave danger?

Dexter Dexter wandered into the english classroom. Behind his eye holes could be seen the wide bloodshot eyes of someone who just tried to rip the mask of his face by using a pair of garden shears and then trying to pry it off with a hammer. Now the pair of shears protruded from his mask as he stumbled in and sat down in the nearest seat to his best buddie....EVELYN! "Oooh, I'm late aren't I?" He giggled maniacally. Did she go, Bueller....Bueller.....Bue---" He then stopped and waved at the girl and then hopped into his seat behind Ev. "Sorry I'm late! I tried to kill my mask!"

She held the drawing close to her face so the girl could take it all in. Of course she wanted a nice reply from the girl, she had put a lot of work into her drawing and made it with love so everyone would like it and give a nice comment about it. Victorique was proudly grinning at the girl as she showed of her drawing, the girl didn't really give a nice propper reply to her drawing, but instead showed drawings she had made in her free time to Victorique. She looked closely at the drawings being silent for a while looking at all of them. After a few moments she stared into the girl her eyes before raising her cheery voice again "Oh, you can draw really well. Can you also draw kitties?" She didn't really realize that the pictures had to do with gore and stuff and just assumed they were some kind of aliens and that Ev had some kind of alien fetish. Her face and whole upper body slowly got closer to the girl while she was talking to her. She was close enough to be able to drowl on the girl herself I learned to draw them from my auntie, shall I make one for you? she sat down on her chair again grabbing a piece of paper and some crayons. She had already started drawing before the girl could reply to her and all quickly the shape of a cat appeared on the paper. Her hand grabbed a blue coloured crayon and all quickly she started to fill in the lines with blue giving the cat colour. She missed the end of the lines many times, accidently giving the cat a lot of long blue torns. Well she didn't even notice it herself, she grabbed a hold of the paper and shoved it in the girl her face again "For you~" she angled her head and kindly smiled at the girl giving her the paper and going back to drawing on her book in the meantime, waiting for the girl to give a reply.

Zac Zac met the tall boy's hand with his own, shaking it firmly as he smiled up at him. "Don't worry about it, I'm happy to help. I'm Zac. Nice to meet you Jack." He dropped his hand back to his side and turned when the door to the office opened. He nodded to Jack before walking in. After a few minutes he came back out with a small folder, containing his schedule, a map and a few other necessities. He smiled at Jack, nodding at him. "You can go in now. I'll see you around." Zac walked off, looking at his map. His first class was English. He would be late, but he thought he might as well show up. He walked into class, looking around slightly nervously, but relaxed quite a bit when he saw Evelyn and Dexter. "Sorry I'm late." He said, looking at the teacher. "I'm new here, only just got signed in." He then walked over and sat in the seat beside Dex. "Hey." He said quietly with a slight smile as he got a book out of his bag for class. Rin Rin giggled softly at Ev's words, nodding. "I don't like the Drake Sword either. It's stupid! But I do lose aaaaaall the time. Hey! You should totally teach me how to get better." She said excitedly with rapid nods of her head. She then looked over at the drawing of the other girl, smiling. "That's really nice!" Then, when Ev got her drawing out and showed Vic, Rin poked her shoulder gently. "Can I see? Please?" She asked with a cute smile. Rin got distracted as she asked to see Ev's drawing by the boy in the gas mask. Her eyes widened as she twisted around to stare at the boy, curious. "Umm... Why are you wearing a gas mask? And why would you try to kill it? And why are the sharp pointy things poking out of your mask?"

Lisa Lisa reached forward and whapped Ev lightly on the back of the head. "Ev, be nice, that's our teacher." Discipline out of the way, Lisa was content to wait for the teacher to tell them what to do. English was always one of her favorite subjects. She loved writing almost as much as she loved reading, and was currently working on writing a book.

Satisfaction still didn't reach for the sociopathic angel of terror and death. Something... something was missing about this. Could it be that Rebecca, the detained visitor, didn't feel in grave threat enough? Or was she actually in fear, but Samael wanted the girl to feel pain next? Maybe pleasure actually in her delectable, savory soul? Samantha Marcel couldn't resist to try and sate the latter, but a certain superior was always in watch of her, a relationship literally described as a guardian (fallen) angel watching over a (fallen) angel. The only choice, it seems, was to either grab hold of her orichalcum sickle beside the wooden drawers and point them to her soft, frail torso, or pull her limbs a little as if she was on a torture rack, pulling it more apart if she gets more tolerant to the pain. After a short, silent pause following Rebecca's "cry" for mercy, Samael clutched her victim's wrist and ankles tighter, then seized the large dark curved sword that is her sickle, deciding to put her in tension and anguish. Slipping and sliding to Rebecca's soft, delicate body, the Eternal Rest stopped just below her ribcage. Samantha Marcel let out a few foreboding chuckles, still laying up in her bed and letting the tendrils do the work, as if hands weren't even a thing."Discipline!~" squealed Samael, her bloodshot eyes further widening as her desire to enjoy Rebecca's fear intensified. "Shouldn't have annoyed Madamoiselle Sarie- i mean, Sarina!~" This feeling... the smell of fear within people... to say, Samael was aroused whenever she could sense agitation in the air. In hopes that Rebecca further fulfills her sadistic, insane, unconventional desires of terror and unease, Samael pressed the sickle slightly harder, albeit still gently.

Really? Really? "Uh....y-yeah I don't do kitties. Sorry." Ev answered half asleep and definitely half pissed off. Why the hell was this damn girl still bugging the shit out of her? Also, why the fuck wasn't she curled up in a ball and bawling her eyes out, crying for her mommy like some kid Ev forced to play Five Nights at Freddy's (possibly true story), you know, the NORMAL reactions to the psycho's horrific visions of the mad and the macabre, the grotesque morbidness of her alleged artwork, but no....she just tilted her head all moe-kawaii-desu and shit and drew Ev another damn....what the fuck was it? A cat is what it looked like, but what the hell was sticking out of it? Thorns? Tentacles? Nope, just some fuck-ups in the coloring department. The annoying chick acted like she was held back since elementary school. Ev merely glowered at the girl for another moment or so, glancing back and shrugging her shoulders with a befuddled look towards Lisa's slap on the head, not to mention her...reprimanding? "What?" She said with a confused inflection before looking back at the cat drawing, and replied to it's artist, "Yeah yeah...it looks great. Thank you, now...quit bugging me." Ev sighed. UGGHHH!!! I want this shit to be OVERRRRR!!! DX But my my, wasn't she the popular one. The other derp(Rin) set in on her again, asking if Ev could help her be a better gamer, then asking if she could see her drawings too. Might as well if they're gonna keep one pesky flea off her back. For fuck sakes, I'm a misanthrope trapped in her own personal Hell... "Sure, knock yourself out, like...literally." Evelyn grumbled passing her sketchbook back, unwittingly of course. She didn't really care if the girl wanted to scar her eyes and her mind with the savagely drawn gorefest, but.....there were other drawings Ev would simply die if people saw them....the sketches she kept in the far back of her book....for no one's eyes....not even Lisa's. How could she have made such a tactless error? But then again, she was tired, bored, and just wanted to leave. She didn't even pay much attention to Dex and Zac entering the room, well aside from giving a short wave and laying her head on her desk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A soft, frail cry was released from her lips the moment she felt the tension around her limbs increase in severity slightly, squeezing with a pressure that seemed to leave burns about her fragile skin, yet was all too enticing for the woman to ignore. However, everything still felt bizarre to Rebecca, a prisoner of this indeed maniacal woman that had her bound in chains of shadows, toying with her, tormenting her in ways that were both pleasurable and painful all the same to the lustful vampire. With eyes, genuinely filled with a sense of danger, she glanced to Samantha again, shaking her head with a plea barely audible, ~"S-stop...no more...I beg you Miss Samantha!"~ But...did she wish for this to cease? Yes, but in a way, no. Twas a thrill she hadn't felt in ages, the threat of peril frightening yet oh so exhilarating for her frazzled, tinging nerves, electrical pulses coursing through her flesh and arcing wildly at the tips of her fingers. If Rebecca desired, she could keep this twisted game of Samantha's going longer, but yet...something still felt terribly off. Soon the woman reached for something with her serpentine hands, a....a blade? Her rose eyes widened and a gasp was elicited. She wouldn't dare would she? The maid was absolutely insane! But no...no she wouldn't ever slay a student in cold blood, jeopardize her reputation by committing the most foul act of murder imaginable.....would she? Soon Rebecca began to writhe uncomfortably in her tormentor's ill grasp, knowing well something was wrong with this situation, dead wrong. But she couldn't escape, she was caught, a spider ensnared in karmic retribution by the very web she weaved to capture her own unfortunate souls. Only in true...absolute horror could she witness the sinister, gleaming scythe being brought to her by a dark appendage. Yet more whimpers were forced from her lips, a shiver at the feeling of cold, deathly steel pressed to her skin and sliding down her torso, just stopping short of her navel. In doing so, a few buttons of her blouse had been snipped. Now certain it was with eyes fearful that Rebecca gazed unto the dark haired fiend, and that this moment of horror....may indeed be her last.

Having retrieved some necessities of his own from the office, Jack returned to Engineering, paying close attention to where he was going this time around. The teacher motioned for him to return to his seat, and Jack retrieved his Engineering textbooks from his duffle bag, which he had been carrying all morning. He had planned to swap it for the rucksack it contained, but had been late arriving at the school and had lacked the sense to ask Iyo where the dorms were. However, he had his map now, and he had been told he was in dorm 107. He settled in, the chair creaking a little under his weight - when you're a 6ft 6 walking muscle pile, you get used to ominous creaking when you lean on something. He took in the room around him - so many people... Who knew? Maybe he would run into some interesting characters in his classes today...

She gently smiled at some more students walking into the english classroom and waited them to sit down at any of the seats that were still left. The door was left open for any more students that were late to come in. One of the boys spoke to her very politely that he was a little late "That's fine, go and have a sit down at an empty seat if you would be so kind." Another boy stormed into the classroom. Well it was better not to say anything about him for now. He might pull out a chainsaw and brutually murder her if she didn't pay enough attention. The metal goth girl was also sitting in the classroom she had just noticed. Well atleast she didn't have her guitar here right now... hopefully. The sound from before was still ringing through her ears like nails on a chalkboard, Horrid. The girl was pretty rude but she could take a bump. "My, my, if it's not miss metal. Talking about Matty, he needs someone to help him clean up his classroom and the boy working for him already left so hmm. Maybe you can help him, he did have a pretty nice maid outfit ready to use so why don't i take you there after the english. An evilish sly grin appeared on her face while looking at the girl before going back to teaching again. She placed her hands on her lap and waited a moment for silence. Once the classroom was a little quieter she raised her voice again "I'm going to hand out a little test for all of you to see your progression on the subject english. It contains some small exercises about all the basics and some more advanced english. You have about 20 minutes for the test so goodluck. If you have and questions please raise up your hand. She cheery smiled at the class in front of her and gave everyone sitting on the front row a stack of papers to hand out to the back. She looked around a little and sat down at her desk while watching around ever so slightly. (You can think up some questions on the test for yourself, if you like or just skip them and not talk about them at all.) The drawing on her book progressed well. She should become artist and sell her proper art instead of a single line piece of sh*t art work for 80 miljions. Who wouldn't want a blue cactus cat or a Brazilian flower. Slowly her mind started to think up more way to make it look even nicer. She opened up her bag and took out a small box with stickers. She had yet to decorate her room with them. She placed some of her stickers on her book and looked sideways towards Ev. Her mouth slightly opened as her mind progressed. Her eyes kept staring at Ev while she took a sticker out of the box. It was no time before she already stickered 3 stickers onto Ev her cheek. She innocently smiled at Ev and bumped her head around a little in enjoyment. Ev had already sayed she should stop bugging her but she really liked her for some reason and wanted to hang out with her a little more. The other girl next to Ev gave a nice reply to her just like Ev did. She felt really happy and wanted to give them more drawinga but she didn't have a single clue on what to draw. An sudden idea popped up in her head. Her hand dug into her bag again getting out the box with sweets that still were fresh. She placed the box on the middle of Ev her table so that they all could reach the box and started talking "Do you want a cakie? There is: vanile, strawberry, chocolate, cherry, melon and apple." she sweetly smiled with closed eyes and waited for them to grab a cakie, taking out one of the random flavors at last. She putted the box away again and noticed the lesson had already begun. She had never done a test before so she was pretty psyched up about it. She took the paper and started filling out some of the questions she knew. It took her a long time to complete and she raisef her hand a lot during the test. Her writing was floppy but she tried well. (Grammar edit tommorow, to tired)

And so, after an evil god unlocked her powers, Sariel accidentally destroys the entire city.

Everyone dies.

The end.