A Deadly Feast

These Eyes

The halls were filled with precarious people. People with wide ranges of quirks and looks. The thoughts started to race through my head. Flesh. People. Boys. Girls. Flesh. I bit into my finger and quickly trudged past people until I reached my classroom. I slid the door open silently and walked to a seat. I had comfortable rested back in my seat with my feat on the table before anyone noticed my presence. A boy with short blue hair strutted towards me while yelling "You delinquent, stop disrespect these hallow desks. Many heroes before us used these, so we should respect them." I rolled my eyes and responded "Robo-boy, will you shut the hell up." He stared at me and backed away. He huffed and continued berating my old bully Bakugo. Touka sat on my desk and laid her feet on my left shoulder. She handed me a thermos and began chatting "So, you look like shit. No sleep?" I nodded and stared past her. The night before had been filled with night terrors, again. Memories of my time with Jason on replay. Occasionally, I found myself unconsciously counted down from 1000 in intervals of seven. The monotonous task drilled into my mind. The bags under my eyes had been piling up for a few nights. When it wasn't night terrors, it was phantom pains and aches. My fingers felt as if they were gone or my knuckles ripped to shreds. The gruesome memories never left me. The teacher walked in and commanded everyone's attention. I kept rubbing at my wrist, feeling the thin and fading scars. I couldn't hear the teacher's calls for me, until some guy snapped his fingers in my face. I slowly looked at the teacher "Ya, what's up?" The scruffy man scoffed and replied "Pay attention. I don't have the patience to babysit and demand your attention. I might as well expel you before you become a problem." My feet rested back under my desk and I rested on my palm "Class is all yours, Teach." He kept eye contact with me and passed our gym uniforms. He called out "Put these on and get outside." Loudly, I slid my hair back and grabbed a uniform.

In the locker room, I dressed down with no shame. Other student's gazes lingered on the scars littering my back and chest. Each gaze a little more perturbed than the last. Their gazes didn't affect me anymore than usual. After exiting, I waited outside with the girls. A couple of their gazes focused on my exposed arms. The uniform didn't fit quite right. It might have been a little too tight. The teacher, Mr. Aizawa, led us through a set of physical exams that included our quirks. I refrained from using my Kagune or showing my eye. Despite the set back, I easily cruised into seventh place. I watched as the short purpled haired kid cried at being expelled. It was amusing to see him in such turmoil. Each student went their separate ways and I slung my bag over my shoulder.

Once I reached my apartment, I slid the lock in and entered my kitchen. Inside, was a coffee machine, coffee beans, and small sugar cubes. After pulling the thermos out of my bag, I set it next to my coffee supplies. My stomach grumbled and my eye began to change. My hunger is already back. This is going to drive me crazy. I dropped two cubes into a freshly brewed cup of coffee. The cup came with me into my room. Outside the window, I could see the bright lights of the city. The reflection in the mirror still seems so foreign to me. This monster I've become is so unrecognizable. My cup was left empty on my night stand as I tried to sleep.The memories wouldn't let me rest at all.

Next Day

Morning brought with it a foreboding feeling. The normally bright sun had been partially covered with grey clouds. The only positive being that I prefer the gloomy atmosphere. As per usual, I brewed a new cup of coffee and poured it into my thermos. Three cubes sunk to the bottom and I snuck a bag of cubes into my school bag. After checking my clothes and bag, I grabbed my keys and made my way to school.

The down turned looks on everyone's faces made my day a little more enjoyable. The usual joyful attitude, irritates me. Each happy go lucky idiot strutting down the halls like they're hot shit really pisses me off. It just proves how stupid this whole society is. Then again, who am I to speak. I go around killing people in my free time. However, I haven't had time to hunt in recent memory. The last time I ate was about a week and a half ago. It seems that my body has been needing more nutrients to rebuild itself after my stay with Jason. It's pretty annoying to always be hungry and be surrounded by possible meals. Class 1-A seemed to be bustling with happy conversations, which contrasted the gloomy skies overhead. Everybody smiled and laughed. I drank my coffee and sunk into my seat. Each agonizing second drove me insane, until finally Aizawa came through the door. Thank the lord. Someone that isn't a ball of happy feelings. Aizawa started class and began running through the plan for the day. The schedule was written on the board and outlined classes and teachers.