Swirling Filth

He stalked the slick floors, his fingers trailing swirls of iridescent dark blue and purple on the cold metal. The muscles tensed and untensed, tensed and untensed, and as they tensed the tips slid fluidly into the metal.

His eyes crackled around eagerly, soaking in the dead walls. They were bird shit grey and spattered puke tan, a bad mix, he thought, mentally grinning.

All the students were in class, they're heads bent over their work, and then the bell rang.

They filed past him, eyes too innocent to gather his physical presence, but their souls too sullied to miss it. He watched them, a true leer on his cracked purple lips and his black rotten teeth emitting a faint odor that resembled week old garbage in the sun. An observant watcher would've noticed the empty space at the end of the wall and the four slight indentations in the locker behind it.

The second bell rang, and the halls emptied. He had found his prey. He moved slowly across the hard linoleum and looked through the stained glass, and closer, the small metal diamonds.

She was dark, with long curly black hair to her waist and tawny eyes, the epitome of perfection. But that wasn't why he picked her, no, physical appearance didn't mean anything to him, the Rotten One.

He had chosen her because her soul was pure, untarnished, a diamond in the rough of all the filth that surrounded her. Dark green saliva dripped down his chin, and he closed his eyes.

The girl raised her hand, and her ocher eyes followed. Why am I doing this? He knew was running through her mind. The teacher called on her, called her Kerianon. Kerianon opened her mouth and was astonished when she asked the teacher for a pass to use the lavatory.

The teacher gave it to her, and the Rotten One backed up as the door opened. Her small feet directed her unwillingly to the toilets. She entered, and he followed. It was dirty pink tile, and the faint smell of urine pervaded the air.

He closed his eyes and sucked in deeply. The breath was ripped out of her lungs and her eyes bulged. The eyelids fluttered and closed, and he could feel her struggling inside of him, filling him, making her the enterer and he the entered. And with the last kick she was filth, a whore, slut, and he was satisfied.