Painting A Picture With Blood

Chapter One

"Reporting live at the scene, where the murder took place last night around three am-" The reporter's voice murmured from the tv that sat in the corner of the room. The light of the screen reflected against the room, shining upon the wall, complimenting the dark room.

The television switched off suddenly, with a quiet click of the remote. The dark room fell into silence before a voice broke it, quiet, almost silent. It came from a black leather armchair, that sat in front of the television, it's back to the door where a figure stood, half in the shadows.

"They found Matthew then?"
Another voice responded, from the leaning figure against the wall beside the far end of the room, "Obviously. He deserved it, for bullying us for years. We finally got our revenge."

"Agreed. Who do you want to end, next?" The first voice whispered out, a careful glint in their eye. The armchair was pushed away as they stood up, pacing the room in silent quick footsteps.

There was silence for a brief moment before the voice on the far end of the room spoke up, "Mr Hunter, Science." The voice strained, cold and chilled, almost silent in the dark room.
"Alright. Fine but after, I choose." The figure, previously sat in the armchair strode over to the dark curtains that covered the wide Windows and peered through. A small psychopathic grin appeared as they gazed upon a tall teen, moving into a house across the street.

"I choose the new guy, he seems fun enough to toy with. Maybe have some fun as we kill him, unlike Matthew."

"Whatever, Matthew was a right bore. Let's give our new two targets, a styled goodbye, shall we?"

Laughter filled the room, but it was anything then happy joyous laughter. Cold, dangerous, amused.  It was the laughter of two psychopathic killers rather then the sound of joyful banter.
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"We have a new student Introduced to us today, please give a nice welcome to Mr William Yusif. Now let's continue with the lesson."

The sky was dark outside the Windows, rain pattered down from the heavens hard and fast, showing no signs of stopping. It had been like that for three days, lightening flashing across the sky and thunder hollering down upon the citizens of London. Sunlight had been scarce, the weather cold and wet. The rain dropped down the roof of the high school, sending trails of water off the edge, dripping down the windows.

"-ai Silene?" A sharp elbow prodded Tai in the side, jolting her from her thoughts. Tai's emotionless pale face changed into a harsh glare as she narrowed her dark green eyes at the person who has nudged her. Tai then turned her attention to the Science teacher who glared impatiently down at her from the front of the classroom. Mr Hunter raised an eyebrow at her and she glared up at him in annoyance and slight confusion.

"He's asking for the answer, it's 34-" Came a whisper from behind Tai but Tai turned around with a narrowed gaze at the new student, one she didn't recognise, her dark green eyes glistening dangerously.

"34 Celsius Sir" Tai spoke up, her voice quiet but strong, listening to the whispers of her classmates around her. Her pale fingers tapped to a silent rhythm on her wooden desk, her other hand gripping a pencil.

"Glad to know you were paying attention Miss Silene, or perhaps the fact that Mr Yusif had to tell you the answer." Mr Hunter spoke up, casting her a glare before turning his attention back to the board.

"And that's how you work out the-" Tai tuned out her surroundings once again, turning back to the window on her right, watching the rain slide down the glass. Her lips turned into a cold smile as she flicked through thoughts in her mind.

"Are you alright?" Someone asked, her voice seemingly worried and strained. The voice interrupted the dark thoughts that swept through her mind, much like the storm outside the window, pattering against the windows of her mind like rain.