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"Shit, I'm going to be late again!"

The thought materialized itself as Noa took the stairs by two, making it onto the crowded platform just as the train pulled in. There was no way he was going to make it in-- the train was already packed and there didn't seem to be anyone getting off at this stop.

That's what he hated about living in the middle of the city. The people were everywhere, crammed between alleys or crawling like mice beneath the floor. When they weren't jostling each other around in suspicious places, they were doing it in broad daylight as they were doing to him now. A sizable man-lady shoved him aside, her brand name bag digging painfully into his side. Just as Noa managed to regain his balance a little, someone nearly ran him over with a stroller.

Stumbling a few more paces the boy sighed, trying to remember what his brother had said last week.

Something about... Patience. Or something. Whatever, it didn't matter-- he was going to be late again and he wasn't sure he could keep his perfect grades anymore. There was only so much torture a teacher can take before they die, you know. Then he'd have to go through the hassle of convincing the new teacher that he was a good kid.

Snapping the headphone plug out of his music player, the redhead unwrapped the line from inside his bag. The wire was custom made, extending more than several football fields and stronger than fishing wire; perfect for strangling a crowd of people simultaneously. He'd probably use his CDs too-- after all, he had spent the entire week sharpening the edges. If he was going to be grounded for killing people again, Noa figured he should at least get to try out his new toy.

The train was empty now, but shit he was still going to be late.

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LMFAO THIS IS SO DUMB MAN, I FEEL SORRY FOR ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY READ MY SHITTY WRITING AHAHAHA. I haven't written anything in so long.

Okay yeah. e ue Noa~~ For an unmade group. He's a serial killer schoolboy.

I don't know why there's so much blood in my deviations lately. I'M NOT A PSCYHOPATH, I SWEAR. And I actually don't like guro. e ne

Took out the dead bodies cause it cluttered up the image-- but I should have kept them in to hide the embarrassing perspective AHAHAHAH.

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"Shit, I'm going to be late again!"

The thought materialized itself as Noa took the stairs by two, making it onto the crowded platform just as the train pulled in. There was no way he was going to make it in-- the train was already packed and there didn't seem to be anyone getting off at this stop.

That's what he hated about living in the middle of the city. The people were everywhere, crammed between alleys or crawling like mice beneath the floor. When they weren't jostling each other around in suspicious places, they were doing it in broad daylight as they were doing to him now. A sizable man-lady shoved him aside, her brand name bag digging painfully into his side. Just as Noa managed to regain his balance a little, someone nearly ran him over with a stroller.

Stumbling a few more paces the boy sighed, trying to remember what his brother had said last week.

Something about... Patience. Or something. Whatever, it didn't matter-- he was going to be late again and he wasn't sure he could keep his perfect grades anymore. There was only so much torture a teacher can take before they die, you know. Then he'd have to go through the hassle of convincing the new teacher that he was a good kid.

Snapping the headphone plug out of his music player, the redhead unwrapped the line from inside his bag. The wire was custom made, extending more than several football fields and stronger than fishing wire; perfect for strangling a crowd of people simultaneously. He'd probably use his CDs too-- after all, he had spent the entire week sharpening the edges. If he was going to be grounded for killing people again, Noa figured he should at least get to try out his new toy.

The train was empty now, but shit he was still going to be late.

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LMFAO THIS IS SO DUMB MAN, I FEEL SORRY FOR ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY READ MY SHITTY WRITING AHAHAHA. I haven't written anything in so long.

Okay yeah. e ue Noa~~ For an unmade group. He's a serial killer schoolboy.

I don't know why there's so much blood in my deviations lately. I'M NOT A PSCYHOPATH, I SWEAR. And I actually don't like guro. e ne

Took out the dead bodies cause it cluttered up the image-- but I should have kept them in to hide the embarrassing perspective AHAHAHAH.