Ortus Obscurum - Rising Darkness
#2 of The Reaper
Ortus Obscurum - Rising Darkness
The day hadn't been very interesting. If you'd asked him, Kael would've replied, 'as interesting as a bag of dirt. It would be kinder to spare you the details.'
It was true. Nothing much had happened. It had mainly been Maths lessons (oh the joys of decimals), and then a bit of running around for PE.
Even then the young boy was busy brooding over the events of last night to actually focus on what he was doing, and that earned him a pretty bruise on his left knee.
So now he was sweeping the floors of his classroom, ten minutes after the bell had rung. Tuesday was when he had to clean up the classroom, all alone.
Even after all these years, the place didn't seem right when it was so quiet. It seemed eerie.
And then a noise broke the silence. A very unwelcome noise, as it turned out.
'Hello there, faggot.'
Kael turned around and groaned internally. He knew how this was going to end. Painfully, of course, but then again, almost every day did.
'Hello, Jeremy.'
The lynx stepped into the room, and two of his cronies followed swift, giggling in a way they thought was sinister.
'Well greetings to you to, then,' sneered Jeremy, sapphire eyes flaring, feline tail swishing around his legs. 'Or do you queers have a special language? I would suppose so, since you guys aren't human.'
The two cronies laughed; as if that was the funniest thing they had ever heard. Today it was a bat and a crow. Every day Jeremy's assistants changed, so that everyone in his ever-growing clique could have a chance to beat someone up.
Jeremy the lynx was circling Kael now. Kael held on to his broomstick. Things could get bloody. He'd heard Jeremy actually physically abusing someone once. Highly unlikely, but then who knew?
'Well? No response? I take that as a confirmation to my theories then.'
Jeremy was a stocky feline. A jock, yes. As he walked past others in the hallway, they would shrink back in awe - or fear. He'd never gotten caught,
because he never really physically abused anyone and when your evidence isn't in the form of a bleeding nose all it takes is a good lawyer and you are out of court.
'Would you like to help me confirm another theory there, freak? The one about you guys not being worth a shit?'
'Nor worth the scrap on your fingers, eh?' Kael thought bitterly. He thought Jeremy a coward, although the bully himself thought that he was smart. Actually,
he voiced many others' opinions. Everyone except Jeremy himself thought he was a coward. Even his cronies. The downside to being a bully was that nobody really ever was on your side.
But even if he knew this, Jeremy did not seem to be bothered by this fact one bit.
Kael swallowed, Jeremy's glares grew sharper and he started to hiss threateningly.
'What's the matter, dipshit? Cat got your tongue? Or lynx, perhaps? Would you like me to tear it out?'
'The hell?' thought Kael. 'He's making physical threats? He'd never done that before.'
Then he saw.
Jeremy was dangerously close now, barely an inch away from Kael's face. He could smell his breath, and that was what ticked him off.
He'd been smoking weed. 'Ah, so he was high - and hid it marvelously well too. The only thing that gave you away was the fact that you made a physical threat, arse-wipe.
You couldn't hurt a flea, even if you wanted to.'
'Answer me!'
Kael half-stepped back. He knew that when Jeremy started to shout it was best you answer beck. However today he couldn't think of anything witty to say.
'Well, motherfucker? Or should I say, fatherfucker?'
Kael ignored Jeremy's cronies laughing in the corner, again. Like he'd ignored every insult thrown at him for God knows how long. But now, for some strange reason, he was starting to snap. His tolerance waning.
Jeremy, on the other paw, had snapped completely. He lashed out, and for the first time Kael saw that the lynx was indeed capable of physical abuse.
Before he had time to completely absorb this astounding fact, however, he was hit on the cheek by a feline paw.
Kael could taste the blood in his maw.
"Still no response?" Jeremy screamed. A paw landed on Kael's stomach leaving him gasping for air.
The mouse blacking out with fury, a pang of anger, wanting to lash out at the lynx reared in him like a predator waiting to pounce on its unsuspecting quarry.
"ANSWER ME FAG!" Jeremy kicked the mouse, no sound came.
"Trying to be tough are we! You'll break soon enough!" yelled the lynx bringing down his foot onto the mouse's head, Kael catching it in a split second as the bully's heel brushed against his short fur.
A sickening crunch, a loud yell that sent the birds fleeing and Jeremy was flat on the floor, bleeding from the stump where his leg used to be, now all that remained was a shattered kneecap and nothing more.
His cronies made a break for it but within the blink of an eye, their heads left their body as the wind howled in the classroom like the breath of God himself.
Xix stood there, drinking the spinal juices from each skull like a rare delicacy, smacking his lips as he threw each drained skull into the corner, their lifeless corpses barely a foot from where the cronies had stood.
Jeremy was too much in pain, suffering from blood loss to care about what had just happened till a paw grabbed him by his intact leg, lifting the lynx to look up at a demon with a twisted smile.
"Don't worry child, this isn't a dream, its going to be your last nightmare!" he hissed softly as he brought Jeremy's body to his open muzzle, the lynx wordlessly whimpered like a kit as another yell shattered the quiet of the classroom, stifled by the crunching of bones and the sounds of flesh being rended.