Being an Antisocial Killer

-=- How Does he Kill? -=-

Upon entering the school, the red-haired boy began to bite on his left hand; 'twas a habit that he had developed whenever he was in or around some sort of crowd, this seemed to occur regularly due to how beaten up and bitten his hand looked.

Spotting a boy that he wasn't particularly fond of in his home room that seemed to be heading towards the loo, he decided to follow. His pace had slowed to walk a few steps behind his target and his hand fell away from his mouth as he grew farther away from the crowd. When Kalin entered the washroom, his victim was standing before a mirror and was admiring himself.
"Mm, yeahh" he started, pushing his hair back with his hand then running it across his chin. "The ladies won't be able to keep their eyes off me."

To this, Kalin smiled to himself; his wispy hair was covering his face and his sinister smile as he walked over to the sink to the left of the boy.
"I'm sure that they won't be able to look away from your dead corpse..." he mumbled quietly to himself as he rinsed his hands under the tap then dried them on his pants, slipping his hand into his back pocket to slowly pull out a short dagger and beginning to make eye contact with the blond boy by way of staring into the mirror. The masculine blonde noticed this and did the same, earning a larger smile to creep onto the lips of the so called "lamppost boy" as their gaze intensified.

Out of nowhere, Kalin put both hands on the boy's shoulders and leaned in close to breath on his neck. His eyes had begun to darken and turn a hard crimson. The boy didn't respond and was frozen in place as the ginger ran a hand down the boy's arm, a huge demented grin on his face. Smiling crookedly, the boy then leaned in closer to his neck and sank his teeth in, twisting both of the other boy's arms backward to render him defenceless and ripped through the layers of skin with a pair of sharp fangs. Only being able to stare, the jock let out a soft whimper in pain as his neck was being punctured and the area surrounding the marks were having the skin ripped off of it.

Clearly enjoying the pain that he was causing, Kalin started to lick and suck on the boy's puncture marks and surrounding area of neck as he brought the dagger slowly down his back, not cutting deep enough to cause too much harm but just enough to make the boy suffering wish that his life would end and with it the pain that he was feeling.

This was how he killed, by making his victims end their own life to end their pain. After choosing any target that seemed like someone interesting, save girls that is. He had a rule not to bring any harm to someone if they were of the female gender, physical harm anyway, and that was a rule he would keep.

After having his fun, Kalin let go of the jock, placing a single kiss on his forehead as a form of goodbye and watched on in amusement as the boy ran from the washroom in a series of frightening whimpers. None of his victims ever told anyone what he what done, for when he had been making him suffer, Kalin spoke to the jock in a quiet but echoing voice. He was told that if he were to ask for help or tell anyone what he had done, that he would be given a slow and painful death that would torture both mind and body until his last ragged breath.

Upon tucking the bloody torture weapon into its rightful place, the blueish-green eyed ginger noticed that his maroon shirt was stained with blood and pulled it over his head, tossing it into the sink with the tap still spewing water as he set down his book-bag and unzipped it. The cold water made quick work of the stain since the blood was still fresh and crimson water slurped down the drain.

Kalin took out a shirt identical to the one he had just been wearing and pulled it over his head, he then reached into one of the folds to take out a plastic bag. He turned off the tap and rang out the now soaked t-shirt, folding it then placing it into the plastic bag, tying it up and putting it into the book-bag.

The boy could have easily left school then and made up an impenetrable excuse that would have every teacher fooled, something that he was famous for was playing hooky but today was different. He was scheduled to have mathematics at first bell and that meant something to him. There was a boy. Something about this boy was special but Kalin wasn't exactly sure what it was. It could have been the way he looked, flowing chestnut hair and green eyes that seemed to sparkle. But maybe it was the way he acted, this green-eyed boy was the biggest joy-magnet that Kalin had ever laid eyes on. Although it meant he was always crowded, somehow he managed not to crack in a crowd; Maybe he liked the crowd, he could handle attention easily without hurting anyone's pride or feelings and made it a point to be impossibly kind.
"Then what is it that's so special..." Kalin said aloud, unconsciously giving into his nasty habit as his eyes returned to their normal blueish-green hue.