"Never judge a book by its cover. They should have remembered this. " He chuckles as he stares at the pictures hanging around the dark room.
Quince Winton isn't the nice man his students think he is. He's got some dark secrets. That will eventually...
The pure sound of nothing other then your own breathing. Your own heart beat. Nothing else. It's the most exasperating feeling I've ever felt. To be able to end someone else. Stop that annoying thumping noise. The rouged sound of their irregular breathing.
Their eyes just seem to drain of life as they take their last breath. You won't understand unless you have felt it. The rush of adrenaline that you feel to finally have power in your hands. The power to take a life. I've felt this so many times and I still cant get over the rush.
Some call me teacher. Some call me demon. And others? They call me monster. Non of those names mean anything to me cause i know exactly what I am.
I am fucked up. I have tasted that forbidden fruit. I am addicted to it. Don't get me wrong I'm no devil. Nor saint. I just.... have tasted insanity.
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