I sat on the edge of the school roof like I always do, touching my scar. I never knew how I got the scar to be honest. It stretched from my right eye all the way down to my cheek, sealing my right eye shut. It always ache. But something is off today, I can feel it in the wind and see it in the clouds. Today was going to be a rainy day. Usually a teacher would stop a student when a student is this close to the edge but I'm a different case. I'm special. Most people are born with a familiar and the ability to use magic, but I'm the one who can't access mine. I never could. That's why I always had a target on my back, separating me from everyone I love. I never will be able to get a familiar. Never was strong to begin with. My dad abandoned me and my mom when he found out I wasn't able to use magic. Or at least that's what I heard from my mom. Never met the guy. In the distance I heard my school bell ring over the sound of the wind rushing by me.
"Someday I'm going to be as free as you are wind." I said getting up and brushed myself off, "Until then I'm just a freak in societies well mannered asshole." I was always in class early. Saved me the trouble of getting targeted in the halls. Stay sharp avoid everyone and everything I reminded myself as I crept through the halls as silently as I could. It's easy blending in if nobody likes you. They just put you out of their mind and bam... You're forgotten.
"YOU'RE LATE!!" Yelled the teacher as I rounded the corner. It seems like the whole class was waiting on me. I turn around to see Mr. What's he's name yelling at me. Oh I forgot to tune him back in I thought taking my seat. As I sat down an object.. a book?? Hit me right in the back of my head causing me to jerk forwards and hit my head on the table. I knew I would have broken my nose before I even touched the wooden desk. Before I could brace for impact a sudden pull fling me back sharply. The pain was hurtful but pleasing at the same time.
"NICE THROW THERE TEACHER" I heard myself say in the most evilest sounding voice ever. As if on cue, my teeth started sharpening. My hair short black hair started to stand on ends. My scar ached as if it were being ripped open again. And then I did something I never did before. I opened my right eye. It's as if the world stopped.
Nobody moved. The feeling is overwhelming. It's... It's.. so very very pleasing.
"RUN!!" I howled as my now terrified classmates.. no, no not classmates, prey. I like the sound of that. As my PREY ran away from me. As quick as ever I moved, grabbing a blonde guy by the head. Wheeling him around, I throw him so hard against the wall his face shattered. And that's just the starting.
"TIME FOR A HUNT" I screamed as I began transformation.
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Demon King
FantasySubject #19B5 aka Mike Sanderson is an experimental being who is to make an artificial demon king. Taken from his lab, he was released into the real world without knowing anything about his past. Now 19 years later he's world came cashing down when...