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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Ava's_Demon
  Relationship:
      Ava_Ire/Odin_Arrow, Other_Relationship_Tags_to_Be_Added
  Character:
      Ava_Ire, Odin_Arrow, Wrathia_Bellarmina, Other_Character_Tags_to_Be
      Added, Titan_and_Followers, Pedri_Nanezgani
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      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Ghosts, Demons, Bullying, Violence,
      Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Mystery,
      Adventure_&_Romance, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Drama
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      Published: 2014-12-29 Updated: 2016-03-16 Chapters: 4/? Words: 7619
****** Retribution's Sweet Touch ******
by Bloodywolf327
Summary
     Ava Ire is a fifteen year old, Freshmen at Romans Titan High School.
     Bullied constantly between her fiery demon and the "Rats" in high
     school she is always in a bind till her one deathly agreement flips
     the table. Demons will be let loose and chaos will ravage the land
     but bemisted all the crazy secrets and dangerous situations, a love
     will bloom from the ultimate quest for retribution.
Notes
     I wrote this story for Ava's Demon fans because there is not a lot of
     fanfiction that isn't straight up fluff or oneshots. I wanted my
     story to have a similar taste to the original story and I have to
     thank people that created fanart for Flaming Arrow, Patron
     contributor's, and the Original author of "Ava's Demon" for creating
     her story then working so hard to bring it forward to readers. They
     all inspired me so thank you so very much!
     A special regards to Michelle Czajkowskii. Thank you so very much for
     what you have done and I wish best regards in any future endeavors to
     do whatever makes you most happy in life.
     Another special regards to my brother who helped me edit and read my
     story till 2:30 in the morning! Thanks Bro and I expect your advice
     in the future as my editor! ;p
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Dark Acquaintances and Old Problems *****
Clack. The chalk touches the board and makes a “shoop” sound as the high school
teacher writes in neat cursive for her English freshmen lecture. Your pen
follows hot on the trail of each freshly written word. It’s a bare outline for
the lecture she will be presenting to the class in a few minutes and you expect
that is the only portion of the lesson that you will be receiving from class.
Not even a minute after she is done writing does the tardy bell ring for first
period. A flood of girls and boys in white and light blue school uniforms rush
through the classroom doors to sit down in their social grouped seats for
attendance. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt a little to know
everyone had chosen to have at least two empty desks away from you, but it’s
been like this for you since your first “episode” at the beginning of the
school year.  
With the students now quietly settled in their designated seats and roll taken
care of, the teacher starts her lecture. Not even three words into the lecture
do you hear your named whispered into your ear.
“ Ava~ “
You ignore the tempting voice and the urge to swat at its owner as she floats
beside you lightly skimming your face with her hand. She glows bright orange as
if she were on fire with ruby red eyes and horns, but her hand feels like ice
being dragged across your face. Goose-bumps rise on your skin and a shiver runs
down your spine as her hand stops on your face. The cold seems to
uncontrollably spread from your cheek to your hand as you lose the ability to
move it. Sitting horrified, you watch her take control of your body as she has
done so many times and writes vulgar, rude comments directed at you.
You cannot help but let out the once building rage that boils inside from her
daily stunts of humiliation and antagonizing release. The release is usually
not very tactical though, as you start to yell in the middle of class, shaking
your head and clenching it in your hands through thick brown locks of hair.
“STOP! Leave me alone DEMON! GO AWAY!"
Your eyes close with tears at the corners as you try to somehow expel the evil
from yourself.  All you hear as she fades away into a fine fiery glitter is her
sardonic voice.
“ Hrrmph! I wish I could permanently ‘go away' from you, but we both will have
to deal with me appearing again and again, till you die. Goodbye for now, ugly
cow. “
She has disappeared when you open your eyes, but a new evil is in front of you
now tapping her foot at an irritated pace. You look up to see your English
teacher with a scowl of disapproval on her face.
You can feel your classmates’ eyes beating down on you as your teacher begins
to do an unsympathetic lecture of interrupting her class for no reason. The
teacher is not pleased that you have interrupted her lectures at least fifteen
times in the first two months of school. You cannot say anything to defend
yourself as you have already tried to tell the truth, and lie, from getting
sent to the too familiar Principal’s office. As many times as you have gone,
all you have to do is sit down in the Secretary’s office and wait for your name
to be called into the Head Honcho’s office. You have six class periods for an
eight hour school day, but some days you can spend at most fifteen minutes in
each room before heading to the Principal’s office, standing outside the
classroom for punishment, or hiding in the girls’ restroom.
The class’s whispers grow louder to where you catch the words, “freak”,
“psycho”, and “crazy bitch” between your teacher’s pauses for air. Growing fear
starts a noticeable trembling throughout your body in front of all the judging
eyes focusing on you. The red embarrassment on your cheeks flare as your
teacher snaps at you for not looking at her and instead the ground, meaning you
weren’t paying attention. You hear small snickers arise from the crowd as you
close your eyes and tears arise on the corners. The classes’ pressure becomes a
constricting hand around your neck where you feel like you can’t breathe.
You can’t do this. You just can’t deal with this.
You bolt out of the room with your backpack, shame, and fear. The class’s
laughter can be heard as you rush down the hallway to one of the few hiding
place you have left. The girls’ restrooms stall with your CD player playing and
headphones on.
The metallic door easily opens to the alternating black and white colored tiled
room. The bright lights overhead glimmer on the ceramic tiled floors and walls
as you slowly walk in. You are ready to just crumple onto the floor of a locked
stall and drown away your thoughts with music. Tiring thoughts of the unjust
ruling, the uncontrollable fear, the shame and anger you can’t say, prove, or
do anything to contradict their accusations. As you get a step closer to the
farthest stall from the bathroom entrance, you hear the demon’s voice.
“ Hehehe. That was quiet the dash out of class you had taken, though I’m sure
they won’t miss you. “
You freeze in your tracks and bite your lip in resistance at the remark by the
demon behind you. The demon continues on with her sarcastic and mocking tone.
“ My, your classmates sure are loud. Anyone could have heard there laughter as
you ran in fear... “
Don’t turn around, ignore her, she will leave. Still you stay frozen in place
just staring at the stall of lockable safety.
“ Hmm, they have a word for you, don’t they? “
You can feel her icy hands slid onto your shoulders, the cold breaching the
thin sweater. The freeze emanates off her face as she whispers, “Ah yes, I
remember!“
Don’t turn around.
“ Coward. “
***** Rats Within the Sewer System *****
Chapter Summary
     Ava's regular day at and from school takes a turn for the worse.
Chapter Notes
     Please note the tags at the top and leave a comment of what you
     think! Thank you all! :D
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“I AM NOT A COWARD!"
You shout as you turn to face where the voice came from, only to see yourself
in the mirror. The image is daunting as your whole face is puffed up and red
from crying, your brows are furrowed in anger and the figure of your anger is
nowhere to be seen. Your classmates’ words echo in your head.
“Freak”
“Psycho”
“Crazy bitch”
*CRASH*
Frustration takes over as you punch the mirror, shattering the glass with your
bare balled fist. Shards of the reflective glass land into the sink, on the
floor, and a piece in your hand. You bend over wincing in pain as a medium-
sized, blood-covered shard sticks out between a pair of knuckles. The demon
appears again, this time floating above the mirror mess, and grabbing her sides
as a sickening crackle of laughter leaves her spectral body.
“ HAHAHAHHAHAHahahahehehehe! I didn’t think you would do it, but fantastically
well done. Maybe using your stupidity against you was the way I should have
tried to kill you in the first place! Hahaha… “
You disappointingly fell for one her ploys, though luckily she wasn’t trying to
kill you this time around. You throw her a quick scowl, before the pain searing
in your hand draws back your attention. Blood drips from your hand onto the
ground as you figure out what you are going to do with this.
It’s not an option to go to the nurse’s office, because the nurse will have to
end up calling the Orphanage Director. You really don’t want to explain this
whole mess to him. Angering him is never a good thing and you seem to do it
enough with the Principal calling him about your class outbursts. You don’t
want to add anything else for him to punish you about at “home.”
You have barely any medical knowledge, but you know you should stop the
bleeding by applying force. The question now is should you take out the shard?
Well if you want the wound to close properly and not have anyone else to find
out about this, you are going to have to remove the shard yourself.
Moving to the sink closest to the bathroom entrance and farthest from the
mirror mess, you spot the demon quietly watching you. You angrily ignore her,
grab your bag from the floor and continue with your plan.
After carefully pulling off your red sweater and taking out a pair of scissors
from your backpack, you cut off the left sleeve to make into cloth bandages to
fit in between your small fingers. A depressed sigh is released from your mouth
as you cut off the last sleeve of your favorite sweater and roll up the
material into bite-able mouth piece. With the bandages placed on the sink
within quick reach, you bite the mouth piece, and ready yourself to take out
the shard from your trembling bloody and bruised hand. This perks up the
interest and commenting of the demon as she sits on the sink next to you to
watch.
“ Oh~? You are going to pull it out? Let’s hope it gushes out enough blood for
you to die! “
Her evil smile doesn’t make the comment, or what you are about to do next, any
more comforting.
Taking in one more deep breath through your nose, you place your fingers
lightly on the shard. You pull it out slowly in the direction that you think it
entered your skin. A groan of pain and tears run down your face as you pull it
out.
The blood flow is not any heavier after pulling out the fragment and you
bandage up the wound. You hear an unhappy heavy sigh beside you as you spit the
cloth material with your teeth imprints out of your mouth.
“ Well, that was boring. I’ll be back when something more interesting is going
on in your pathetic life. “
The only thing that made you happier than hearing that the demon was leaving
you alone was when you slowly curled your finger to close your bandaged up
hand. Pain hits, but luckily, no stabbing sensation. The bloody fragment, now
on the ground, was a clean pull. A soft sigh of relief slips from between your
lips for the first piece of good news all day.
You pack up your scissors, whatever pieces of your sweater were left and clean
up the drips of blood that fell to the floor. After looking at the glass on the
floor, you peek out of the restroom to see if one of the janitors is around.
Luck seems to be on your side as an elderly male janitor is rolling around a
cleaning cart with a broom and dustpan.
You slowly walk over to the cart and speak to the old man changing the trash
can in a quiet, soft voice.
“Hi. Uhm… can I borrow a broom and dustpan? I went to use the girls’ restroom
and sort of made a mess…" You want to clean up the mess before anyone else gets
hurt because of you.
He looks up from the small trash can, genuinely surprised to see you and
replies happily.
“ Of course, miss. Just bring it back to me when you’re done. It’s nice to see
someone of your age cleaning up there mess and taking responsibility, instead
of placing it upon us elderly. “
Feeling a tad bit guilty and confused you ask, “But don’t you get paid for
cleaning up messes?"
He brushes the top of his nose and looks up like he’s thinking when he speaks.
“ Well, yes, we are paid to clean up messes, but that doesn’t mean we are to be
an abused commodity. Plus, if people can do things on their own, why not show
you are capable of it and take responsibility? “
It made sense so you smile and nod your head in agreement to this wisdom. He
gently smiles back then passes you the broom and dustpan. You read the name tag
on the outfit of the janitor and say your thanks.  “Arayled Aded” went back to
changing the trash can as you scurried to the restroom to sweep up the shards.
You quickly finish up the job and return the broom and pan after seeing the
time on a wall that held a school clock. The bells for the end of first period
and beginning of second period classes of the day would be ringing soon.
Second period history went by without any distractions from the demon, but you
got the occasional spit ball to the back of your head from patronizing
classmates. You ignore them and focus on getting notes.
Third period music went terribly as when the class was to sing a chorus of
“Jingle Bells” for the Christmas performance in two months, the fiery she-devil
was back to cause trouble. She took control of your mouth to flip the peaceful
song into a flurry of cuss words and a big F. U. to any religious student in
the class as she fit in any religious controversies and impracticality. She
only got to the third chorus of her song, before someone tackled your body to
the ground and smacked you back into control.
You were separated and taken outside by the teacher. You were not allowed to
sing anymore in class, and instead you would be sitting in the hall doing book
work for the rest of the year in music. You simply nod with a pained look on
your face as you really enjoyed singing. You sit on the cold floor of the hall
angry at the cursed demon in you as your cheek swells and stings. You listen to
the class sing the list of performance Christmas songs, till the bell rings for
the end of third period.
Fourth period was lunch, but you didn’t eat. You hid in any place you could
from the bullies that looked for you. Hiding in a locker of the boys’ locker
room full of sweaty clothes from a stranger was better than the humiliating
torture for the entertainment of your rat look-a-like bullies. The gang “Rats”
was known for any single or combination sign of membership, light blue eyes,
pointed fake white and blue rat ears, or a white and blue face mask. The more
signs the higher in rank the member you were dealing with.
On really bad days with the group’s temper, your face would be forced into a
used toilet until you said what people wanted, or dumped and trapped into a
small, dark and stinky garbage bin till the hour long period was over, as
nobody continued to sit on top of the plastic lid. Hiding was the only chance
to last the day from those monsters called “your peers”.
The fourth period bell rang and you popped out of the locker as fast as
possible to escape without being seen. This hiding spot has been working well
for the last few days of school.
As you head to fifth period you are revolted to see a junior with the signing
ears and eyes from the bullies group, standing and waiting by your classroom
door. He gives you a glaring smile from beneath blonde hair as you walk near
him to enter the room, only to be stopped by his arm blocking your way. Your
attempts to move past him are met with retaliation as he pushes you up against
the wall with your hands above your head. With you stopped he starts to speak
in a cynical tone.
“ We missed you freak, especially Maggie. Where were you? “
You look down and away from him trembling, “N-nowhere."
An evil grin laces his freckled face as he gets closer to your own, much more
than you are comfortable with, and sniffs you. He shrivels back in disgust at
the scent and laughs as he looks over you with his hand still holding your
wrists.
“ So, you were with a boy? Finally getting your cherry popped freak?
Hahahahhaha! “
"NO!"
The anger that arose in your voice could not amount to what boiled under your
skin as you struggled to free his grasp of your small wrists. Where you got
this anger you have no idea-
Then you see the fiery demon touching your shoulder. The touch for the first
time was oddly hot. It felt good as if her fiery energy was surging into you.
As people passed by you in the hall, only a slight few gave you a sparing
glance and then moved along, yet here was a demon, who tried to kill you on a
daily, helping you? The situation confused you immensely.The energy lasted long
enough for you to push him off onto the ground, but that didn’t stop him from
getting back up and smiling wildly for the fight. The demon disappeared away
looking angrier than before, as the blonde easily grabs you by the wrists
again. His hold is tighter than before, causing you to yelp in pain. He gives
you a sly smile as he takes your face by the chin to look him in the eyes.
“ Yeah, you’re right….No male would want to touch a babyish wacko like you…
then were you hiding in the male’s restroom… gym… trash… locke-? “
"I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"
Rashly, you interrupt him listing hiding places by piping up a lie to protect
your hiding place. He looks shocked with wide eyes for a few seconds as you
continue.
“B-but we don’t do a-adult stuff, just a lot of snuggling…"You are blushing red
from just mentioning about ‘adult stuff.’
The boy’s eyelids lower to half way with a slight frown and he throws you to
the ground. You cringe in pain as you land on your wounded hand. His voice is
disproving, suspicious, and angry as he speaks.
“ Fine. Let’s say you do have a ‘boyfriend’, that is still not going to stop us
from making you a part of our hourly entertainment. Also, stop hiding because
you made the boss mad. He was expecting to hear you scream today, but that
didn’t happen with you playing hid-and-seek so well. “
He’s standing over you while his tone darkens with a creepy smile as he looks
over your body from head to feet.
“Expect punishment that is worse than anything you have received so far, to
make up for his disappointment. See you around, freak.“ He pats your head as he
skips off whistling a happy tune.
You shiver in fear at what the slight suggestive references of what they will
be doing next to you for their “boss.”
You don’t know, or understand, what you did to deserve getting treated like
this, but you know it’s not right. You were never bullied as harshly as this at
your old school, and nobody in the school is doing anything when you complain
because they all think you are crazy. You curse the demon for all this
unhappiness. You wouldn’t have had to leave the old orphanage, if she had not
made you act so terribly to those who wanted an emotional bond with you. You
would not have had to transfer to a new orphanage and this new terrible high
school. Shaking off the thoughts and pain of your hand, you head into your
fifth period math class tardy and depressed.
Sixth period science comes and goes quickly as you sit in your seat taking
notes, gaze at the garden outside the window occasionally, and wonder why the
demon helped you when she wants you dead. These actions and thoughts repeated
till the bell to go home rang.
You wish you could be happy going home, but you have to walk an hour through
dangerous downtown late at night to get “home”, since classes at RomansTitan
High School ends at 7:15P.M.
You take the front gates and go around the school to get downtown, avoiding
“Rats” that are sure to be hanging out at the back entrance. On the sidewalk as
you make your way around the school you spot Maggie Lavici in the school
greenhouse garden tending to the flowers. Questions arise in your mind as you
want to ask her why she is joining the “Rats”, as you near the greenhouse. As
soon as you come into Maggie’s sight an angry glare stops you in your tracks,
and makes you disconcertingly turn back towards the pavement. Passing the
greenhouse you give her one last sorrowful glance, before heading for the neon
lights of down town.
The rainbow of neon glows well in every which way and direction as you travel
on the reflective sidewalk and pass unlit alley ways. The October breeze over
your thin uniform sends a shiver throughout you without your sweater, but the
cold wind doesn’t stop busy customers from leaving and entering buildings
bearing the shine of bright lights. There are various businesses downtown that
partake in the night-glow and midnight strollers ready to pay for something
legal or not. A lady strolling past you in high heels and an outrageously,
showy dress with small purse in hand, heads over to a running parked car. You
don’t wait around to see her poke her head in the rolled down window for some
conversation, then get in the car.
Making your way past a club you can’t help but notice the music blaring to the
point someone could mistake the music’s origin for being played outside. The
music is annoyingly loud till the growing roar of engines mute out any and
every other sound. As you turn to the quickly approaching source of the noise,
bright lights blind you momentarily. A few seconds after your eyes adjust you
can make out the hot machines. They zoom past you, warming the breeze as it
swoops back your hair and skirt. Motorcycles and a large gang of them from
looks of it. There are more than twenty beastly bikes zipping by on the street.
One after another, some in pairs, the motorcycles zoom across the black
pavement, leaving the taste of rubber and gasoline in the air. The taste though
is somehow sickly sweet and draws you in to stare as they zoom by.
Hypnotized by the taste and the amazing image of their red tail lights burning
glow through the neon of downtown life, you don’t realize someone has
approached behind you. A cold, leathery hand slips over your mouth and around
your small body. Your small figure is being carried against your protest and
the neon is quickly distancing away as you are forced into the closest dark
alleyway.
Harshly shoved up against frigid brick wall with your hands above your head by
the wrists, the scene feels very familiar. When you look up, terrifyingly you
know why. With wide eyes of shock you see it’s the same blonde-haired, freckled
rat-boy that pinned you up to the wall at school. A dark grin and an evil
lustful look shines from his blue eyes as he nears to whisper in your ear.
“ Told you I would be seeing you around freak… “
Revolted by his hot breath on your neck and ear your body shivers in disgust
and rejection. His free leather-gloved hand slides down your shirted waist to
your thighs underneath your skirt like a cold blooded snake. Your fear and
anger bursts as you screech in his ear so close to your mouth.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Twisting and turning your body violently to escape his grasp in his stunned
state you are thrown onto the icy paved ground. Scraps and cuts from the rough
ground don’t amount to anything as you feel a heavy kick to your gut. Curling
in pain you can do nothing as he pins you again this time to the floor. The
weight he places has no restraint as he sits on your legs and leans onto your
bruised wrists. He crazily laughs, leans down to your ear as he starts to
unbutton your shirt. You can do nothing, but shake and stare into the dark
night in horror as your mind scrambles for a way to escape.
“ I was planning to be gentle out of personal taste, but your giving more
struggle than it’s worth. “
Your mind falls upon a memory as he’s done speaking.
"B-but you s-said ‘no male would want to touch a babyish wacko’ like me?!"
He pauses, lifts up to look at you than bursts into laughter. Laughter like you
had just told an extremely funny joke, but you sit bouncing between fear and
anger as tears slip from your eyes.
“HahahahaHaahaha! You think I’m doing this because I want to?! Hahahahahaha…
No. I’m doing this because I need to. I want to rank up to receive my mask and
providing you this punishment was the only way instructed by our Boss. Now,
shut up and let me enjoy what little you have to offer.“ 
You see no escape, no way out as you lay on the ground, but something seems to
be missing? Oh yeah, your demon surprisingly isn’t here. She strangely hasn’t
popped up since you first saw this monster in the hall.
Hopeless anger and meaningless thoughts start to blur your mind as you tightly
close your eyes and accept what doings will occur. Just as you feel your shirt
pulled open to expose your small bra and breasts, the heavy lug suddenly falls
onto your chest.
Closed eyes and shaking you don’t realize the hold on your wrists is lessened
till all the heavy weight once on you is gone. You hear a clank of metal drop
to the ground as your eyes pop open in shock. A young man stands before you
with a pair of violet eyes that burn with a fearsome crimson glow, drawing you
in just like the red tail lights of the motorcycles.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading and did you spot the reference? :3
     If not that's okay, I'll post the answer right here.
     ROMANS Titan High School 7:15 p.m. => Romans 7:15 Bible reference
     Romans 7:15 = "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I
     do not do, but what I hate I do."
     Leave a comment why you think I placed this here and if I should keep
     placing random references to pop up occasionally! :3
***** Problematic *****
Chapter Summary
     A new perspective (or two) hope everybody enjoys! ^w^
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoy the chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
* Sigh *
A deep breath of hot air is pushed between your cold, cracked lips as you look
back to your family’s property. Over forty acres of land, the large estate has
an enormous mansion full of pretty things, pretty perfect people, and pretty
pleasing purposes, but nothing there makes you happy… at least not anymore.
In the final glance before you place your helmet on, invisible regret and anger
shuffles across your mind like the October breeze that passes through your
short, violet hair. After standing the Black 2013 Victory Judge motorcycle and
kicking up the kickstand, you rev up the motorcycle’s engine.
As you start to ride, your thoughts and feelings are easily drowned out. The
roar of the beastly machine is thrilling to hear. Air whips across your gloves
and slips past your leather jacket leaving a refreshing sting against your
chest. The sting hitting your dark shirt, it reminds you of the approaching
winter season.
Winter is the only time when you are not questioned for wearing baggy, dark
clothing, or using your pipe as a breathing device. A season of white, cold
freedom is the time you can hang out with the rebel gang in town, pipe lit with
your favorite sweet and smoky pinewood tobacco, or breathing in the fumes of
burning rubber and petrol as the white, snow covered road is marked with tire
tracks. A time and place far away from the constant antagonizing voices outside
and inside your head.
The usual exhilarating feeling of freedom when you ride is chained down today.
You are driving across black asphalt leading to a cursed place. A place that is
closest to hell, Romans Titan High School.
Upon arrival to the school parking lot, the thought of ditching crosses your
mind more than once, as you slowly search for a parking spot in the small
designated student area. Much to your disappointment, you find you are left
with three options for your late arrival to the jam-packed school. Your options
are to park in the far back end of the lot, park in the specially designated
areas, or by the fire lane curb at the front of the school with the time
constriction of ten minutes to get to your first period class.
Parking at the far end of the lot is immediately marked off your options. It
would take you at least ten minutes to get the front of the school if you
parked in the far back. Under the set circumstances of your parents and the
school, you can’t afford another tardy to shape, or form, an absence in the
school system, otherwise you’ll be held back… again. You’re already eighteen
years old, yet still a sophomore in high school, held back for lack of
attendance, and that would only be the beginning of your family’s criticism of
you.
The specialized spacing for the principal, the secretary, and disabled should
be tempting options, but your pride won’t let you. The Principal is a mockery
and a figurehead for the evil that parades through the majority of the town it
owns. The Secretary is a blathering simpleton, and you don’t feel like you
should be an asshole to take up handicap parking when there is nothing wrong
with you. Well, nothing wrong that a smoke of your pipe can’t fix….
The bright red fire lane with a “friendly” towing sign right next to the zoned
curb is your only option. It’s not the most desirable choice, but it will
hopefully give you enough time to get to class for attendance, ask your teacher
to go to the “restroom” and re-park your vehicle. Finally parked on the fire
lane, five minutes is left for you to get to your first period class, Advanced
Calculus, on the fourth floor. Damn the schools organization of freshmen and
senior courses by level of floors as you run for an elevator.
You get inside the classroom just as the bell rings. Bent over and panting
heavily for breath right in front of the door, you don’t realize someone has
approached you, till you see black shoe flats and hear an unhappy, familiar
voice.
“ Odin Arrow. Please get to your assigned seat, so I can take attendance
without any further interruptions. “
As you rise back up to your full heighten stance at 6’3” you look down to see
your math teacher looking up with a furrowed brow and an angered face you know
well. The infuriated mood of all the teachers at this school is something
you’ve grown accustomed to over the last two years. An unamused glare causes
her to flinch back and speak with her pitch slightly heightened as trying to
preserve her authority.
“M-Mr. Arrow! G-Get to your s-seat!“ She stutters as pointing you to your seat
in the back of the classroom by the window.
Without a word you waltz to your seat passing your classmates’ obvious attempts
to avoid eye contact.
People that don’t follow under Titan’s rule, or hold no value, suffer. Falling
under those that are troublemakers, you are an outcast to classmates and
subjected to poor treatment from the teacher. Their treatment doesn’t bother
you though, as you manage to sustain an average 4.0 GPA in each of your classes
and tend to scare your classmates more than they frighten you.
Attendance starts as you impatiently listen to the teacher’s annoying voice
begin from the bottom of the list. Leaning your head into your hand and elbow
on desk, you lazily look out the window to the school parking lot to make time
pass a little bit faster with a preoccupied mind. The view is nonchalant as the
white and black school colors flourish over the land. The scene reminds you of
a dull 1930's film as there seems to be no color at all. Black and white
interchange as the school’s title is promptly displayed in a narcissistic
fashion of various sizes over any available spacing within sight.
The colors, the design, and the propaganda shoved down ones throat on school
grounds is just Titan’s style to reinforce the hold he has over the town.
‘ How fitting that the black and white prison matches the staff and prisoners.
’
A depressed sigh is released, and you remove the pessimistic thought from mind.
Flashes of red and blue grab your attention as they interrupt the prison
cluster of black and white. The hand on your cheek drops to your desk as your
violet eyes open wide with dismay when you see what the cause is. A cop car is
next to where you left your motorcycle on the fire lane. Shit!
You get up from your desk and rush over to the teacher who is still doing
attendance by a raise of hands. She doesn’t look up from the clipboard as she
speaks to you with a bored tone.
“I will be with you in just a moment. Sarah Clippers?“ A hand from the class
rises and she continues on.
" I need to go to the bathroom. "
You are hoping you can get to the cop and move your car before he gets a tow
truck. It’ll be one thing to get a ticket; it’ll be another if the motorcycle
gets towed! First of all the motorcycle isn’t yours, but your older brother’s.
Secondly, you are more fearful of what he will do than your parents, if he
finds out you got it impounded!
A look of annoyance shrouds the math teacher’s face as she finally acknowledges
your presence and stops to grudgingly speak.
“ I tell you to wait, because I want to finish attendance, then you go ahead
and deny me of my want and selfishly ask your own? Give me one good reason, why
I should give you what you want? “
Irritation and self-consciousness perks up as you think for a reason away from
the unreasonable bitch. At your moment of desperation a shock wave of cold ice
hits the back of your neck, and then you are watching a movie.
Watching a movie instead of playing the part, as your always lurking demon
takes control.
Like a light switch flicked from on to off, the once chattering and carelessly
happy class is dead silent with fear and dread. Fear from the unnatural aura of
deathly pressure that takes over the classroom, and dread at finding that
anyone could have the negative energy centered on them. When the demon slowly
speaks, chills ride up the spines of people from the ice in his tone. He has a
bad habit of letting everyone know he is here for the show.
" We both know that I am going to leave. It is just a matter of whether you
give your acceptance happily, or not… "
The teacher drops the clipboard and takes a shaky step back as he steps toward
her. Trembling and on the verge of tears she presses herself against the chalk
board to create distant. Distance from the terrifying glare of complete
dominance, and what truly scares her. His eyes. His ominous cruel eyes are
missing an important element of something to them that she can’t figure out
what exactly.
Unbeknownst to the teacher, she is in front of the glowing violet and red eyes
of a predator. A predator that spares only the weaker prey unworthy of his
claws.
" Now, you answer. "
His tone is nothing more than a cold command and she somehow finds her voice to
pipe up an answer.
“ Pl-please g-go. “
The entire class tensely watches as he walks out the door and turns from sight.
They calm down when the darkened feeling of aura disappears and join in on a
class sigh. They are about to start back up class chatter, but when they spot
him leaning in, they freeze, and he speaks.
" M-mark me on the a-attendance sheet as p-present. I-I’ll be back to p-pick up
my stuff at the e-end of class. "
Odin’s tone was lighter and no dark aura seemed to cover the class this time,
but not even a breath of air was taken, or let out, till after the sound of his
footsteps were gone. The difference in attitude and experience left the class
in a confused state of discussion. The teacher unhappily marked him present on
attendance, and called a day of self-study to rebuild her destroyed composure
for next period.
Chapter End Notes
     Please make sure to comment on whether you enjoyed what I did with
     this chapter, or I need to critique it some! Planning to have the
     next chapter up some time next weekend!
     Thank you for reading! ^w^
***** Red and Blue, Green, and... Brown? *****
Chapter Summary
     Odin arrow's mundane day of school.
Chapter Notes
     so starting back up with updates yayyyyyyy~ more info to feed my
     story~~~
In the elevator riding down to the first floor, you feebly try to make a quick
mental plan of how to deal with the cop. The objectives are you want to avoid
losing your bike and Pedri taking over the show again this morning. Pedri will
take control of your body and make your decisions, when you cannot make up your
mind in panicked situations. He also has a habit of forcing doubt into your
mind by questioning your choices and thoughts. Even if you keep your demon at
bay with a smoke barrier, it doesn’t hold back the self-doubt that has grown
and haunted you from childhood…
Rushing out of the building in a run that turns into a speed walk. You shout
out, “H-hey! W-wait a m-minute!”, to the light navy-blue uniformed officer.
It’s more than likely not in your best interest to rush up on a cop. Upon
catching his attention from the scribble pad taking down your license plate
number, he’s passing you a bored glance and asks, “Sir, is this your vehicle?”
“ Y-Yes. Sorry about this. I don’t mind a ticket, but U-uhm ca-can I ju-just m-
move it? Instead of it being t-towed? "
The police officer sighs at the request and speaks begrudgingly with the task
of talking to you. " I already filled out the paperwork… " He looks at you
again to guess your age as he lingers with his words. " …Sir. Anyways, I need
to look at your license, registration, and insurance. "
* Sigh * " Fine. "
Scrambling through your pockets for your wallet and keys, you pull out your
driver’s license. Passing the license to the officer as you go to open the
hidden compartment of the motorcycle under the seat, you are stopped by the
first sound of life to the officer’s voice.  
" The RICH Arrow family, huh? " The sickening interest held in his tone pulls a
subtly bitter and reluctant reply from you.
“ Ye-yeah... so w-what? " Paused with your hands resting on the seat
compartment slightly tense and grasping the leather. Is he…?
" Well… I haven’t called for a tow truck yet… " Turning around to face the
voice showering a gleeful and sly undertone, you aren’t surprised by his next
action.
" And this paperwork is so easily ruined and lost throughout my busy day… " He
pulls the paper from his notepad and holds it out towards you. You are
surprised by the sensation of disappointment that rises in your chest by the
gesture. You should know by now everyone has a price in this town.
The greed and twisted smile of this dirty cop makes you yearn for his earlier
dull reaction. The implied proposition should be making his contorted face and
out gesturing hand momentarily tolerable from his view… but from yours it just
makes him look more pathetic and disgusting than anything. You snatch back your
license from his other hand.
You don’t try to hide your opinions from appearing on your face as you coldly
reply to him.
" I don’t ne-need your se-services. "
The officer’s smile fades to a bitter grimace at the rejection of his offer and
pulls out his phone. " Fine. Don’t accept my generous offer… "
Not the first time you’ve rejected a “generous offer” and won’t be the last.
You don’t stick around to listen to the corrupt trash call the tow company to
take the motorcycle away.
* Sigh * One of two objectives completed, but now Olai will have to find out
his motorcycle got impounded… You ignore always watching Pedri and go to a
solitary corner. You need to smoke him and your concerns temporarily away with
your bent pipe.
The fumes hold a soothing burn going down and an easy thin stream blown back
out. A light fuzziness grows in your head as the deep hum of the demon’s
presence fades from sound and sight. Just like breathing to you now and nearly
as essential for sanity. The cold fall breeze lightly whips away the exhaled
warm smoke and you enjoy the alternating touch of warm and cold on your face.
You carry on the relaxing puffs of burnt mixed plants, till just before the end
of first period. Staying good on your word, you return for your stuff in the
class room as the bell rings, and leave in silence for the next class.
The next two senior classes, literature and science, go by in a mundane-melded
fashion and you wait for lunch time to go find your target. She is associating
with the enemy, and you need to change her fickle mind before it’s too late for
her. If you’ve listened to anything from Pedri that has slipped past the smoke
barrier, things worse than school torment is coming and you need to attain as
many allies as you can get.
She’s in her freshman class right now seated next to the window. All you can
see is her green curly hair and tan skin showing from her light blue and white
uniform as she looks out the window. She’s paying more attention to the view
outside than the teacher explaining a chapter of literature at the board. And
from the teacher’s expression, you aren’t the only one who’s spotted her. You
side-step out of view from the windowed-door and lean against the wall to wait
quietly. Calmly waiting for the teacher to get done yelling at Maggie, before
sending her out of the classroom. As soon as she’s outside and the door closes
shut, you greet her.
" Hey, M-Maggie. Di-did you thi-think about what I s-said? "
" Oh no…. Not YOU again! Can you just LEAVE ME ALONE!? I’m already having a BAD
day, and I don’t need it to be made WORSE by your NONSENSE. "
So, no… she didn’t think it over. You stand up and face her trying to emphasis
the seriousness of the matter.
" You really ne-need to li-listen to what I ha-have to s-say! Ter-terrible thi-
things wi- "
" You KEEP it up like this STALKER, I’ll ask my NEW friends to get RID of you!
" There is a dangerous glare to her green eyes as she interrupts you.
" IF I don’t do that myself FIRST! "
The frustrated and cold tone suggests she’s telling the truth… What a monster…
Are you really any better though? You need a smoke. Well this isn’t working. *
Sigh *
" I’ll ta-talk to you another ti-time when you are ca-calmer and more se-
sensible… Just fair warning, ha-hanging with that cr-crowd won’t get you what
you wa-want. " Somber and stern in your convictions.
" And HANGING with you WILL? HA! I’ll try my luck with the freaks that dress
like rats… "
Her sarcastic and bitter tone doesn’t sound too pleased to be with that group
any more than yours… You leave her on that small note of confusion. Pedri’s
words are a getting a little too loud for your head to stand to aching in
rhythm with the emptiness of your stomach.
After a smoke break, you buy your first meal of the day. A tuna-fish sandwich
in wish-washy hope of a substitute for salmon, but as expected the tuna-fish is
a disappointment. You eat your food in an empty hall way on the first floor.
The bell rings and it’s no longer empty, but thriving with a sea of bustling
freshmen. You are like a giant light pole compared to the students you tower
over. Students push past you to their next class or friends. You stuff your
mouth full as you finish your sandwich and head to your freshman art course.
Certain classes you could pass an exam for credit and certain one’s you can’t.
In your seat next to the window viewing the hallway you see a very short girl
pushing her way through the crowd. The mystery shorty’s long brown hair is easy
to follow through the thinning waves of white and light blue. It’s even easier
to see when she suddenly is up against a gray wall of the hall. The white ears
against blonde is easy to spot. You sit there, glaring out at the power and
daily torment exacted by the rats at Titan’s orders to conform the people.
Powerless and numb is how you feel as the fiend shoves her up the wall with his
lingering group.
Surprise raises through you as the girl bursts forward a sudden resistance to
their actions. The girl interestingly enough shoves the taller male off her and
Pedri suddenly appears with keen interest too. Dragonflies strangely start to
appear as you both keep watching, but dematerialize after a few seconds of
fluttering about. As quickly as the resistance had started, it ended. The group
pins her again, backs off, the girl goes to class, and the bell rings. Even
though nothing came out of her resistance Pedri reacted to her… Note to self:
new target acquired.
Her willingness to even show a slight fight against the Rats is more than the
majority of the school’s student body would do. You plan to confront the brunet
after school today. Before contacting home about the screw up that occurred
earlier would be in your best interest. The household probably already knows by
now and are just waiting for contact from you. Well they will have to be
patient, you are trying to gain more allies for the family.
End Notes
     Should I keep the coloring on the words? :I
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