Krimson Mind: The Krimson Cycle Vol. 1

Chapter Four - Krimson:

Since it would only take a few minutes to get to my homeroom, I walked slowly through the halls to get a feel for the place. The school was old. Very old and I could sense its age as I walked over the tiled floor. There had been tens of thousands of feet that have walked the halls, going to get their education. Besides the age of the school, I also got a strange sense of excitement or energy. I couldn't place it. But it felt somehow familiar just the same. The energy seemed to flow through the halls like some kind of living current. And it did feel very much alive. As I walked, I began feeling more and more anxious, but I couldn't figure out what about. The bell rang a third time, letting every student know that they should be in their classes by now. I found the staircase and made my way towards it.

"Young lady? May I help you?" Asked a deep male voice rumbled behind me.

I turned around and saw a man who could have been ex-military once upon a time. He had a slight belly which told me that he'd been letting himself go. He had on a pair of black slacks that looked as though he had just ironed them. I bet he used a lot of starch. Topping that, was a long sleeve button down shirt that had a red grinning demon's head on the breast pocket.

"Ah-ha. A new one!" He said with a grin that was supposed to be comforting, but struck me as predatory just the same. "Are you lost?" He asked hopefully.

I gave him a once over. He was around forty years old, with gray hair that was thinning on top. His eyes were close together and were the black of a soul that was bound for Hell. I decided in an instant that I didn't want anything to do with him. I didn't like him. Something about him screamed predator, and I was willing to bet it wasn't the supernatural kind.

"Nope. I have my class schedule to guide me. I just must have gotten turned around." I said as I turned my back on him and again headed for the stairs. I wanted away from him as soon as possible.

"Whoa! Allow me to escort you." I didn't like the way he said it.

His longer stride ate up the distance between us and he caught up with me just as my left foot hit the bottom stair. He actually walked up a stair or two, effectively blocking my way. So now I would have to talk to him, or walk around him. But to walk around him, I would surly have to touch him. And I had already decided that I didn't want to touch him. Not unless it became totally necessary. His new position put his crotch at my eye level and I think he knew it. It dawned on me that he was a fucking child molester.

"I'm Coach August Kellogg. You can call me Augi if you want." He told me as he leered at my breasts.

Yup, I so didn't want to deal with this sick fuck right now.

"What exactly is it that you want from me?" I demanded angrily.

"How about we set up a little meeting. We could do it over lunch. I want to introduce you to the head cheerleader. I think you two would hit it off very nicely." He said quickly, as if his mouth was trying to catch up with his sick little mind.

I had to give him a tiny bit of credit. At least he didn't start to drool uncontrollably at the thought of me fucking the head cheerleader. I felt sick to my stomach. I had to get away from him or I would rip his balls off and leave him to bleed on the stairs.

"No!" I shouted, "Get the hell away from me and get out of the way you pervert!"

"Oh! Thank you Coach! I was looking for her." A woman's voice sang out in the empty hallway.

Coach Kellogg's eyes nearly bulged out of his face as it lost all of its color. He was seconds from being busted and he damned well knew it. That, and I'd just called him a pervert out loud. I bet that hadn't happened to him before. The woman walked around the coach who was fighting to regain what little composure he had left. His face went from pallid white, to angry red.