"BOSS will be your new best friend. You will treat it better then your child, if any of you live long enough to ever have any that is."

He was referring to the school. Upon the stadium a man stood, dictating in a voice that was deep and pleasant and yet his words clashed with each continued utterance.

"And so welcome to Bracken Owl High School, I do hope you all last it to the end, though know, most of you wont." And then he was walking off the stage, his professional attire gone with him.

The others around me were not surprised at this presentation, some of them even scoffed. Then again they had known what they were getting themselves into well before they found themselves in this school system. If this place could be called such, I had never seen a school with bars on the windows.

"You know they are just trying to scare the weak away right?" A male voice asked, coming from my right. I swung my head towards that voice and met a pair of steel colored eyes. The grey reflection was a contrast with the darkness of the guys hair. Oddly enough I had seen more guys in this school with long hair then I had ever back home. This boy was no different, though he at least had his hair pulled back into a pony tail. I had never been one for men with long hair.

"Thats funny, I thought they enjoyed torturing others, I tried not even coming here, which I think is a weakness, they insisted though." My reply was short and huffed out. "And my parents just couldn't wait to get the oddity out of their house." I mumbled the last part.

"What do you mean they insisted? I had to actually apply to come here." The guy tilted his head slightly to the side in question.

A small laugh left my lips. "They thought I was special." Special alright...

"You don't look special, maybe a little sped, but Im trying to not judge." This raty comment did not come from grey eyes, but in fact from a chick who had been ease dropping.

I turned on my heel to the bitch who opened her mouth. She had a smug look to her face, with lips that were so red they seemed painted in blood and hair so pale blonde it could of been like a dried bone. What was with bitches being beautiful?

But if anyone wanted to challenge me here, I was more then happy to stand up to it. And maybe get kicked out in the process. Sweetly, almost sickeningly I opened my mouth, void of any lip-gloss mind you. "O my! You are just so whitty!"

My reply put a sower look to the females face, and narrowed her eyes. "No wonder why you need all that make up..." The comment is out of my mouth before I really thought about it, but then again the greatest ideas did come when one tried not.

"Fucking bitch!" The blonde screeched and then suddenly she was on me, slicing nails sinking into the flesh of my arms. I let the pain seep into my body. I let her rake her nails that were so abnormally long flay my skin and tear it open at the seams. My nerve endings sang with the abuse, sending warning lights into my mind. Demanding I get away from the thing that threatened my life.

My lack of anything seemed to startle the girl though, because she continued no more then what she had begun. Her nails were still, clinging into my arms where she had left them.

This had lasted no more then three seconds. And it would not last much longer.

"You want to see why they wanted me?" I left no room for a reply, I simply released the darkness within my blood.

Though Red Lips still held my arms, shadows, like ink from paper seeped through the long sleeves I wore, and solidified partially so that the nine fingered hands could grasp the females own perfectly tanned arms.

The scream that left her lips as I sent a pulse of power through these appendages and cracked the bones of her forearms was like music to my ears. I reveled in the way she could feel, think and know nothing other then what I was causing her.

"This is why they want me." I whisper hungrily under my breath, whether anyone heard me or not I didn't care. I was not here for them and this was all for me.

From my shadows strong grasp she could no longer keep her hands contracted and her fingers released my flesh go with a sticky wet popping sound.

"Not so high and mighty now are we princess?" I growl lowly but I know she heard me because those crystalline eyes widened even farther then the pain had made them.

Sickened by the water that leaked into her eyes I finally release her arms, having my shadow toss them back none too gently. In reply another choked cry bubbles up from her throat.

I look up, dozens of eyes are on us, I meet the ones that I could, none could look into mine for more then a second. I know what they saw, complete blackness as dark as the shadows that leaked from my very being. No one liked the darkness. The tips of my fingers dripped blood and I tingled. If the girl had dug any further into my arms she would of scrapped against bone.

My hoody was ruined now though. So with all these penetrating eyes I unzipped it, my hands protesting with the motion but non the less I made them behave. The twin shadow arms were still semi visible though they hung by my sides innocently. The gray hoody slid off my body easily, revealing a small black tank top.

I knew what they all saw, and the only thing that I did to show that I did not give a shit was place a small smile upon my lips and start walking through the crowd. The people parted before me and not once did I look back at the wailing girl.