The Originals

Prologue: ???

When I killed Professor Henry Green, it felt good. It felt like justice, it felt like power.

The poor English professor was so terrified, his eyes going wide as I seized him. I clung to his forearms and he gasped. He tried to yelp, but I clamped a hand over his mouth, the professor's red-rimmed glasses falling to the floor. His teeth sank in my fingers as his only defence. "H-Help!" Green spluttered and I kicked his ribs.

He doubled over, crashing to the floor.

"Be quiet," I said darkly. "Shut up," I added more forcefully.

However, Green did not go down without a fight. He struggled against my grip, knocking into desks and trying to throw down students' chairs. He did not want to go silently, did he? It was no use, it was the evening and his classroom was empty. No one would help him. For a split second, I feel remorse for this man. He had done nothing wrong—but that made him the perfect victim. The perfect thing to spark a wildfire in Silverleaf Academy.

I pushed him, and the man fell back and struck his head on his desk. Blood erupted from the back of his head. He collapsed to the floor, unconscious. I bent down, checking his pulse; Professor Green was dead. "Good," I muttered.

I grabbed a chair and some rope, tying it to the ceiling fan. This was just like I imagined and rehearsed for it to be. His classroom was my stage and mine only. I lugged Green's body, tightly wrapping the rope around his neck. It swelled with bruises. After making sure he was secure and wouldn't fall, I grabbed my pocket knife, slitting his wrists to make it seem like a real suicide. I watched as the blood pooled to the floor, dripping.

I stepped back to see what the whole picture was. The professor's eyes were lolled back, almost white now, and it seemed like a scene from a true horror film. No, not a horror film, but from a gothic literature story instead.

Eventually, someone would find his body—I didn't really care who—and report it to the headmaster. Then all hell would descend upon Silverleaf Academy.

I couldn't wait to watch the school burn.