The Domino Effect

The Domino Effect: Dustin

{{Sorry for the short chapter, I just have a lot of trouble writing as Dustin, next chapter though I have some first person point of view goodies for you guys!!!! I hope you're as excited as I am about it.

                                                                                                                          ~Lusa Lulu}}

CHOAS!!! CHOAS, CHOAS, CHOAS MADNESS!

The Asian man's mind whirled around and around as he put his lime green, slightly rusted on the bottom, dented on the left side 1993 Volkswagen Beetle, into park as he proceeded to kick the door out of its seemingly 'closed' position. (When technically it was just jammed in between the frames since it no longer closed correctly.)

The man stumbled out of the car almost face planting the cement ground. "Ooohhhhhh, that was close. Waaay to close wished that was farther away than it had been. That one particular moment." He continued to mutter to himself, though it was a good cover for him being completely aware of everything that was happening around the man.

Most people didn't realize it, but despite his actions he really did pay attention. He knew every kid that was texting in class, passing notes, cheating, and just simply not paying attention, but the man chose not to acknowledge it.

BUT! The man had to concentrate, hard, today most important, he couldn't get distracted!

The twins/best friends have some tension going on between them. Probably about that missing lip gloss. Molly seemed to be the one to hold a grudge-

NO! "Pay attention Dustin, this is an important day to be able to focus. VERY IMPORTANT!"

The man took a deep breath sitting on the concrete crossed-legged trying to slow his thoughts down. Being around children did this too him, his mind would start whirling around at a mile a minute and it honestly felt like his head would explode.

The man busted out laughing disrupting a few people that just happened to be in his way.

Heads can't explode! Well on their own they can't, maybe if you planted explosives or threw a person out into space probably, but not just random spontaneous combustion.

Of course that was stupid.

When the man stood back up his facial features had been wiped out completely, one of the few moments when his wasn't being controlled by his insanity. The rebooting process that allowed the man the man to stay partially sane despite his flawless memory, the storing program, that's what he called it. Dustin had managed to create a system within his mind, a very robotic and precise formula that allowed thoughts, memories, data to be sorted and organized in entirely specific sections and labels that were blurred into his mind, yet able to be accessed and show a display of the perfect memory whenever he felt he needed it to assist him.

It was the perfect, most complex, flawless masterpiece the human mind could manage to accomplish. He was basically a computer wearing a human's skin.

But of course that wasn't true. Because computers didn't let themselves fall into their own thoughts, they didn't have thoughts, they couldn't fall into the dark twisted and demented abyss of insanity that the human mind was capable of. Computers only knew to follow the commands of the inputted equations and formulas. So unlike computers, Dustin could destroy himself inside himself.

And that's was it was.

It was an unnatural formula; he was a being way above that of a normal human, and no one could begin to comprehend the abilities the man possessed. That could end up destroying him.

And He worked At a High School.         

He man stood there, unresponsive, as his mind ran through three days worth of memory. It drove the memories through multiple different paths each set out with specific key words that will bring forth the memory when it was needed for the present situation. Basically each word he thought would bring up a clear image of exactly what it was or what was happening. The best part was since the formula was embedded into his mind that it never brought up the wrong memory.

And now everything seemed so clear.

But still, Dustin had been at this high school for five years now. He thought working at a school full of rich kids would be more exciting than this, but it wasn't. Being here every scenario he had already seen was being played out with different children, he was bored. And Dustin hated being bored more than anything, and that meant he would actually have to do something to ease his boredom.

His eyes glinted as his mind fell over the thoughts of that boy, Ares. He was the only thing that had never happened to this school before, he was disrupting the flow with just his presence, and he would be the perfect guinea pig.

Dustin had already predicted that the school would become boring to him and since the first day he had been setting up pieces to put a plot of any sort into action, forcing things to go his way so that he could be entertained. The man just didn’t except it to need to be used to soon.

Over his years here his relationships and actions have been perfectly executed to match up with these desires. His plan that he liked to call-

"The Domino Effect."

The stony emotions seemed to slip off his face only to be replaced with the happy, seemingly innocent, and excited face of the popular teacher. His eyes darted around until it fell onto a crowd of kids. That boy, Ash Caraday, would be useful. He wondered if that boy, who had plenty of his own problems, could step up to the plate for this game of his.

He started towards the school the mind had already crafted out every twist and turn and unsuspecting cliff hanger that would surely send his little players lives into unspeakable turmoil.

His eyes flicked over to a group of boys standing at the edge of the building. He was immediately intrigued with their posture and shifty glances. They were definitely up to something.

Dustin ran up to the group glomming himself over one of the boys scaring the young people around him. "Hello! Hello, hello, hello!" The man sang his arm still slung over the one boys shoulder.

The boys smell was obvious, high. That was silly, never come to school like that. It was very dangerous, suspension, health problems, plus you never knew who would take advantage of your stupidness. It was a dangerous game, not to mention the social status of these boys, all rich little brats that the media were dying to get dirt on in order to ruin their parents.

This was exactly what he needed for the beginning, the invisibles.

Dustin grinned, looking at the confused children in front of him. The dominos were falling down.