He was like a villain from a horror film. His pale skin was almost translucent and his brown, dusty hair hung over his forehead, sticking up in places. Dark purple circles hung low under his whiskey, golden eyes. Pale, cracked lips started peeling like a snake shedding it's skin. His petite, fragile figure was patched with different colours and marks. Bruised, beaten, scarred. His most noticeable scar was on his cheekbone. The faded, curved line was a hedgehog, lines sprung out across it, as if it had needed to be stitched up after some terrible accident. His skin was littered with scars and so was his heart. Some were accidents and some were intentional. There were so many of them he lost count. Bruised, beaten, scarred.
He was a snake. The way he moved was hair-raising and almost elegant in some ways. To him, everything was in slow motion. Walking was done in laboured, extended strides. Smiling a wide, crooked grin, he tilted his head exaggeratedly like an old doll in a sinister movie. The action of whipping his head around when someone said something interesting was done with a very noticeable flagitious side. Doing this covered up his emotions, just like a scar.
All of this gave him a reputation. As he would stride down the hall with his devilish grin, students would get as far away from him as possible. There were rumours about him that spread like the plague. One spellbinding rumour was that he would murder anyone that he heard spreading these rumours. Sounds completely unbelievable and unrealistic right? Well, that's was what everyone around the school thought. That was until he arrived walking his signature stride with his inquitous smile, supporting two brand new scars.
