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Chapter 1 of TrueMU

Chapter 1 of TrueMU

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I groan, turning on the sunglasses function for my visor, effectively blocking out the sun from my eyes. Of course, this also blocked the guy wearing mostly black in front of me.

I slammed into him, falling backwards onto the ground. Coding instantly flies throughout my suit, protecting it from taking damage as I fell backwards.

I take off the sunglasses function, looking over at the other guy who was looking at me. He was wearing black sunglasses, dark brown fluffy hair, and tan skin instantly sticking out. He was wearing a black and grey striped turtle neck, black jeans with knee guards strapped on, and dark red converses. His hands were gloved.

"Sorry dude, here, lemme help you up..." he stands up, pulling me up to my feet.

"Sup, I'm Sky. You are...?" he asks me, making me raise an eyebrow from behind my visor. He wasn't intimidated by my suit? I had worked to make it as big as possible, as threatening as possible, so people wouldn't bother me while in this hell hole.

"I'm Jason. Nice to meet you Sky." I reply coolly, unable to stop my eyes from raking up and down his body. Chiseled muscles on his chest and arms, curves in all the right places, a considerable height, and I could tell from the way he pulled me up that he was naturally rough, yet tries to be gentle.

I smirk, ever since I had started killing people I had fallen to the wonderful world of flirtation, which was what got me most of my victims. It was always the same process; take off the suit, wear something sexy, go to a bar, pick up a blitzed-out drunk slut, kill her. Repeat. Honestly, it was a nearly flawless plan.

Of course, there had been a couple times where things got... interesting. Those who had caused it, however, never lived to tell the story.

And this guy... I wouldn't mind picking him up, taking him along with me for part of the ride. After all, it could be fun; I've never picked up a guy before.

"So, where's your first class?" he asks, showing me his schedule. I concentrate on my database, making it flow out of my suit in coding and take form in my hands; where nobody could see it of course.

We compare schedules, and I chuckle to myself when I saw that they were the same. I'd have time with my little Sky, enough to work my magic.

You're a weird fuck, you know that? The left part of my brain tells the right, and I smile. I know, must be the murders.

"Cool! We can be lost together!" Sky laughs, and I laugh with him, walking beside him towards the giant brick building. We reach our lockers, Sky on the opposite side of the hall from me, which was only about 5 feet away.

I really had no need for a locker, I mean, I had everything digitally uploaded into my suit so I could use it at any time. So what to put in the locker?

I sigh, putting extra folders, extra pencils, extra pens, and my laptop inside. I look back over to the steadily growing group of people, my eyes narrowing as my suit struggled to identify anyone there.

There was Sky Dahlberg, male, 18, about 6'5, 212 lbs., yet no other information presented itself.

Next was a guy with long brown hair covering his right eye, his left one a shining crimson. He wore a white t-shirt with a black collar, and grey skinny jeans. His converses were black and green, and purple wristbands were around each wrist. He wore a pair of green and black headphones around his neck. Tyler Deadlox, male, 18, about 6'3, 197 lbs.

A bacca walked into my line of vision, wearing a black suit with a red tie. Jerome Aceti, male, 18, about 6'6, 220 lbs.

Another man wearing sunglasses walked up to talk with Jerome, he was wearing a black jacket with a blue shirt showing. He had a brown belt with a silver buckle around his waist, black jeans, and brown shoes. He had a curly brown beard, and dark brown hair. Ian SSundee, male, 18, solid 6'4, 218 lbs.