devil's angels ✩ (IN CONSTRUCTION)

Luther.

L U T H E R

I sat up straight in bed, my brain awake, my fingers fiddling with the dying permanent marker, my best friend. My back ached, the skin begging to be broken by something not of this world. My head pounded, yet I stayed, reckless, unable to touch the food and water calling me from inside my bag.

Standing up, I turned to find a plain piece of untouched wall. Untouched by the marker I held. Untouched by the demon inside me. The demon begging to play.

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"Luther Sherlock?" I looked up and the sight of the curved assistant did nothing to steady my uneasy stomach and banging head. I stood up slowly and followed her out down the corridor.

I straightened my jacket about five times before reaching the classroom. I took a deep breath and composed my expression to nothingness apart from a slight scowl. The assistant spoke in the most sugar-coated voice, yet I was standing here, looking as if I wanted to kill someone.

I scanned the room, looking at the students who had their full attention turned to me. I made a mental note of the different cliques; the sporty kids sitting in a clumped group in the middle; the popular kids sitting at the side with their earphones in and not listening to the teacher; the nerds who seemed to be slightly intimidated by me. I didn't know where I'd fit in.

As I turned my attention to the front, my face dropped. In the front of the seating area, sat a girl. She had long, pastel purple hair, the back tied up into buns with strands of hair framing her pale face. She had small lips and a button nose. A slight blush decorated her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She seemed to be wearing clothes far too big for her-a men's shirt and sweater, but tight,ripped jeans. Cherry red Doc Martens completed the look. Her brows were furrowed, giving her an angry expression. I looked to the guys behind her, noticing they were sniggering. I figured they had probably pissed her off somehow. My scowl returned.

The teacher smiled warmly at me once the assistant finished her sentence and made an inviting gesture with his hands.

"Of course, come in, come in." I walked past the teacher and sat down a couple seats to the left of the beautiful girl. I placed my satchel down and kicked it under my chair. "Would you like to tell everyone your name?" I hated the teacher after that one sentence. I'm not four years old, for fuck's sake. I looked up at the teacher with my brow furrowed, disgust clear in my eyes.

"Luther Sherlock. Not like it's any of your business." The teacher's warm expression fell and he glowered at me, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?" My expression didn't waver.

"You heard me." I heard some boys behind me started snickering and going "Ooooh!" like idiots. The teacher smirked and made a gesture with his hands, suggesting I go up to him. I stood up, taking my jacket off. He pointed next to him.

"Stand here. Eleanor, come here please." I turned around to see the beautiful girl stand up. She smirked at me and stood the other side of the teacher, still smirking. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her crimson cheeks decorated her face like blossoms decorate a tree. Her stance was confident, as if nothing could stop her.

I wasn't listening to what the teacher was saying, and was confused when he stepped back and she turned towards me. Stepping backwards, she positioned herself in a defensive stance and put her arms up, still with that smug little smirk of hers.

"Ready, set, fight!" With no warning she stepped forward and crouched down, swinging her leg beneath mine, catching my legs at just the right point to make me lose my balance and land on my back with a grunt. She jumped on top of me, almost straddling my chest and held my arms under her legs. She pulled a knife out of nowhere and held it to my throat. I tried not to move so the wafer thin blade wouldn't cut me. Even though she could have literally killed me, with her hand resting on the floor next to my head, she looked really hot.

"Alright, that's enough." She pulled the knife back and replaced it wherever she got it from. The smirk never left her face as she sauntered back to her seat. I got up slowly, rejecting the help from the teacher.

I just got my arse kicked by a girl.

A pretty awesome one at that.

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The bell shrieked, echoing through the hall and cutting off the teacher. He smiled and clapped his hands.

"Alright class. Homework for today... Twenty press ups every day until next class! Class dismissed." A loud groan resonated across all the students as they got up to leave. I scanned the room to find the girl from earlier on in the lesson. My eyes caught sight of her pastel purple hair fleeting out the door.

I rushed after her, only just grabbing my jacket before running out the door and down the corridor after her. I caught up to her and tapped her shoulder. She turned slowly, her face disappointed at seeing me.

"What do you want, Sherlock?" She crossed her arms, raising her eyebrow at the same time.

"I uh, I..." My mind blanked. She smirked.

"Funny how a smart mouth turns dumb when there's no crowd." With that she turned and left, leaving me gobsmacked in the middle of the corridor.

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