Super Psycho Love

Chp #2: Her

   I slip into the narrow entrance to my deathly dark abode. I let out a relaxing sigh as I polish my collection's newest addition. "So delicate...so precious...so pure..." I whisper cooly to myself.

   I gently place the pearly white memorabilia on a shelf next to the others.

I slither backwards slowly careful to make sure my trophy is as straight as an arrow. "Perfection..." I purr, "at its finest." I calmly sit on a heap of tattered old blankets and admire my collection as sirens roar like lions outside. And with the night still young I slip away into a troubless sleep.

   The  next morning I arise refreshed for my first day at my newest project. I've been passionately working on my profession of cleansing the sins from the hell on Earth mortals call...school.

   As I enter my newest school strange looks flash before my silvery blue eyes. The other students stand with dropped jaws and huge eyes as I slip past them. Apparently my low sweeping jet black bangs are a rarity in this foreign land.

   I head to my locker and open it cooly as I glance around inspecting the infected area. "So much work to be done..." I mutter under my breath as I notice a scrony male with spectacles being knocked around by at least four football players. I scoff as they walk by and instantly one turns in my direction.

 

  "Got a problem? Freak!" He spats at me.

  I glance of my shoulder with a glazed look in my eyes. "So what if I do? "I ask in a bittersweet tone.

  "You wanna be put in your place early?" He grunts.

 

   I study him as I turn. Dark green eyes, golden buzz cut, and street style clothing all put together on a double wide muscular figure. His frontle loave on his skull is small, indication of a lack in intellectual skill. I simply roll my eyes at his comment and start to turn, but I'm suddenly slammed against my locker door. In a flash I feel a strong force make contact with my left cheek as baritone voices cheer in the back ground. 'So he's right handed' I think as I see a fist draw back. However no contact is made.

   "Leave him alone!" A sweet sounding soprano voice calls out causing the fist to drop.

  "Butt out goody goody " The brut holding my throat mubbles.

  "No! Leave him alone! You're just a pig headed bully! " As those words come out I am released and the group retreats reveling a pleasant sight.

  

   A slim figure with flowing back long hazel hair and shimmering emerald eyes. A true beauty to behold just...standing in front of me. Her eyes seemed to caress me with their gentle gaze.

"I'm so sorry they were the first to greet you...they're such bruts." She says with a bit of embarrassment.

My stomach feels strange as if it were floating. 'What's happening?' I think to myself as she approaches. I feel my face steam and flush red, due to my pail skin it's extremely obvious. I look away to avoid eye contact.

  "My name is Crystal." She smiles extending a hand to me.

  I shake her hand as I reply. "I'm Zigzag...uh Zigs for short." I say with a bit of shock. 'Why is it so hard to speak to her?' I think as our hands separate.

  "Zigzag? That's an odd name..." She pauses for a moment and in that second I prepare myself for an insult.

   "I like it." She smiles sweetly as I'm left awestruck from her comment.

  "I'm here to show you around the school and help you with any problems you may encounter. So please feel free to ask me anything." She continues cheerfully.

  Her voice is so entrancing I find myself at a loss of words and am reduced to a simple nod as a reply.

   "Shall we start our tour?" She asks gesturing to a upwards stairway.

                        I nod and follow.