Kiddo Ray
Sometime after lunch
Kiddo was walking to his room when he felt something, odd, so to say. A dead body. He realized something, or someone, somewhere had died. As soon as he realized what it was the voices flooded his mind.
Find it! This could be your chance to examine a human subject! Find it! Hurry! They hissed. That's when the migraine set in. Spikes of pain began to drive through his head like rail way spikes. Kiddo backed against the hallway's wall.
Leave me alone for once! I can't risk it! Not now! Kiddo fought back.
Kiddo let his back slide down the wall, allowing him to sit on the rugged carpet of the hallway. He tried to force his own personal demons out of his head, but they just kept coming back. This was the worse they had even been. Of course Kiddo wanted to cut something open, he hadn't done so in so long. He wanted to put his hands into something lifeless then make it dance like a puppet. He couldn't though. He couldn't risk being caught. This would've caused him to be accused of the poor saps murder.
After sitting in the hall for a while he gave in, he wanted to find the body. Not to cut it open, but so he could report it. He had to control himself and get the voices under control. If he was sitting in class one day and they got this bad, what would he do? Kiddo knew that the only way to calm them was to either
A. Kill something.
B. To find something dead and play with it. He couldn't do either of those things though. Not in this environment. Not now.
Standing up he made his way down the hall, but with every step the headache got worse. Something was doing this. Something was causing him not to find the body. He couldn't figure out what it was. Kiddo knew though, he had to report it. Quickly he made his way to the head master's office and knocked on the door.
