since when did i live in a monster world

chapter 1: did i just make a freind?

an empty street was walked upon by a lonely child, who wished he could be popular, wished he could have the luxury of friends, and wished that every school he ever went to didn't kick him out for acting aggressively to bullies but to this depressed fourteen year old's surprise, all his problems would not disappear, but instead be replaced by even worse ones.

as Jason took his daily mid Monday walk, he pondered about how many things he would change when he had the power. that is until his eyes got hooked into a small boy, with honey brown hair, long arms and legs, and a bright look on his bruised face got thrown down in front of him. completely stunned and shook, all Jason could do was stare at the bloodied up child, until from the darkness of the the alley a shrill, raspy voice, like that of a knife's, erupted out. he knew these kinds of people. they act rich, tough, stuck up and honestly think that they are instantly better than you.                                                                                                                                                    "a'ought, kiddo', cough  up your broken littl' bitch of a lif' 'orce, or i'll stomp ya' flat. nyhehe ahehe" the pathetic brick like. ass-hat squealed.

by this point Jason already didn't like this guy, but now he despised him. this is the point where Jason's animalistic side went in and took control. but as Jason snarled at the dim witted oaf, whilst the young boy at his feet faintly whispered

"n-no don't"

the boys eyes where blue, electric blue, kind of like the color of lightning. although Jason got only a split second to look, as by then he had already launched himself into a gleeful killing frenzy, and once again, the same thing would happen and people would label him as a murderer. however at this point he didn't care.

Jason broke into a grin as he charged at the big meaty lump in front of him. this thing in front of him had no hair, pointed teeth, and a hooked nose, Jason didn't want to remember the pulsating holes above his nose though, for after the massacre of this man he would be mentally scarred,  for life. Jason ran and slid under the giant monstrosity, taking it's legs down with one fell swoop and hopping back up to do a double back-flip and land directly in the one spot, the fat fuck's spine, instantly paralyzing it from the neck down. Jason's brutality didn't stop there though, he then slammed it's skull into the hard cold pavement, Turing his body to ash /well then, OK that's cool, I guess/. although whats even more gruesome is the fact that Jason found this the one time to relive stress and become a 'better person'

when he finished thinking about why he had disintegrated into ash
he noticed that the young boy was gaping at Jason,  and his thoughts went as so /oh great he thinks i'm a murderer. yup here it comes  the big "aagghhh run away a monster". i'm sick of these kind of people.  jeez dude just go already/  

"NICE, you totally gave him what was coming to him" exclaimed the boy /what is this/ "thank you sooo much dude, you totally saved me there"

"ugh"

  this was the most dignified part of any young lads lifetime, especially his, the praise, the gratitude, and all Jason could respond with was 'ugh'

"you go to D.M.H.S right, well come on, we're going to be late, hurry".

at this point Jason was deep fried in beer batter, but what woke him up wasn't the fact that he was being grabbed by the arm with an ineradicable amount of force and getting flown of with said boy, no, the thing that got him was that  D.M.H.S sounded like a high-school, /if i get in there i could beg to go to school, and maybe make friends, even if i may, or may not have killed one of the students/

thus Jason got a fresh start, or so he thought.