Birth to Chaos

Episode 1- Homicide

The police just arrived at the school, with an ambulance as well as they heard screams coming from the building.

In the hallway as they walked in, seeing students panicking with most of them in shock, two people passed them with a body bag. However, the police officers continued heading towards the school's teacher's office, When they arrived seeing even the teachers panic with one who is the headmaster of the school, Mr Frey Garic, seriously reprimanding a person in the office.

The noise from Mr Frey's yelling was already a nuisance, and to add up, they couldn't see through the crowd, as the office was packed with all the teachers there. All of a sudden, the situation got a little quiet when the first officer, John wart, came in with his partner, Drill Martin Seeing the faces of both the teachers and Mr Frey, laced with a mix of anger, sadness and fear, as they stood five meters away from the person they assumed he was reprimanding.

It was a child with the eyes of a predator. His gaze were as sharp as blade, his body dirtied with blood, as well as the pencil he gripped firmly. In that moment, just like the teachers, the cops couldn't hide their fear, as their vibrating hands betrayed the confidence laced on their faces, so they proceeded with caution.

"How old are you?" Mr John asked and the kid replied almost immediately,"I'm twelve".

For privacy and urgent reasons, Mr John asked everybody to leave, apart from his partner and Mr Frey, the school headmaster.

"Take a seat, please," He requested softly, lowering himself into a chair to match the child's level.

Silence suddenly fills the air uncomfortably, and after a brief moment, John says, "There's nothing to fear."

"I'm not afraid," the kid replied coldly, triggering Mr. Drill's fury as he violently shoved a chair aside.

"It seems he understands the weight of what is going on!" Mr Drill stated.

"Allow me handle this," he says to John and aggressively draws to have a seat, facing the child, Inquiring coldly about his motivation to have killed. He stared coldly at him as he asked "Why?"

After a while, the kid looked up at the officer and said, "I had no choice."

#2HRS AGO ( BEFORE THE INCIDENT )-

All of the teachers had left, to gather for a general teacher's meeting, leaving the students with no instructor. Soon after, it then became a fun hour for most of the students, as they decided to play and bring down the whole school with their commotions.

One of the mid-level classes was no different from the others for making the same commotion. However, there was one student in this class who stood out, A loner and an outcast who loved to draw and always drew strange creatures he happened to see in his dreams very often in his spare time, and didn't seem to intend on conversing with anyone. Non of his classmates really wanted to talk to him either, since they were afraid of him after he beat up a senior for trying to bully him because he had a strange, but beautiful orange pupils that glows when he fixes his stare at you. They didn't want to bother him, as no one could really apprehend the type of person he was. Within an hour, all the teachers came back, including the one who was in charge of the middle class.

Unexpectedly, the teacher arrived at the door, seeing the classroom in a mess with the students running around like the monkeys he assumed them to be, before they noticed and immediately ran back to their seats as though nothing happened, but their heavy breathing betrayed the composure they tried to demonstrate.

He walked into the classroom and told everyone to put their heads down on their desks, as he pulled out a long cane, and began to hit each one of them on their backs, including the kid who was entirely uninvolved.

An hour later, the classroom had became extremely quiet and calm, after they all had been disciplined, with the kid who couldn't seem to hide the frustration laced on his expression, trying to understand the reason as to why he had been punished along with the others, when he abruptly stood up, picked up his pencil and quietly left the classroom for the teacher's office.

Ad soon as he arrived, he met the teacher scoring books and approached his table.

A cold, contemptuous look crossed the teacher's face as he asked, "Why are you here?"

The kid remained silent for a moment, as he looked at the teacher coldly and complained, "Respectfully, sir, I believe your actions may have been misplaced. I followed the rules, even though no instruction to be quiet was given, yet I was still punished."

"Oh, really, so what!? You deserve an apology? " the teacher sneered, glaring at the boy with disdain. "Get out of my office before I give you another reason to cry," he added, gripping his cane menacingly.

The kid stood in silence and clenched his fist in rage, grinding his teeth, trying to hold back a certain desire. However, suddenly, the teacher raged and struck the cane at the kid's head, "get out!"

In that moment, as though he blurred, the kid quickly reached him and stabbed him in the eyes with his pencil. He fell to the ground, yelling in despair, but the kid stabbed continuously all over his face without hesitation and without fear in his eyes, when another teacher heard and rushed to the office,

Under the state of shock, terrified, Seeing a kid brutally stabbing his colleague without hesitation, he trembled in fear, and couldn't voice out, as he silently pulled out his phone and called the police. All of a sudden, the kid paused as soon as he heard someone behind him. It was in the moment, he realized he had already damaged the man's face beyond recognition. He suddenly turned to the other teacher behind him and saw in his expression how terrified he was, and in less than a minute, all the teachers approached.

"What is going on?" A female teacher inquired as she approached the office, and screamed in terror when she turned and met the scene. They heard sirens. The police had arrived.

#CONTINUATION- TEACHERS OFFICE -

"You're getting something wrong, kid. I don't care about your explanation, you took a life. You know what that means," Mr Drill growled, his face etched with suspicion and contempt.

Silence suddenly filled the room again for a moment, as they observed the kid quietly.

"Allow me take it from here" John requested, as he gently pulled Drill away.

Seeing the boy still clutching the pencil, he let out a heavy sigh. "Are you not going to put that down?" he asked.

"It belongs to me." the kid responded, his tone devoid of any emotion, as Mr Drill raged instantly, "You think this is a joke, huh?" He yelled, and John raised his hand to signal him not to.

"I suppose, being so young, you don't want to ruin your future. Your unsettling calmness suggests you understand this is murder. Our job is to take you into custody." John said, as the child stared back, offering no response.

"What is your name?", John asked, and surprised when he heard the kid respond coldly after a moment,"Tremond... Tremond Star Deaton".