Action Cat

Gerard slammed the evergreen door behind him, crouching in the corner of the stall. He managed to jog his way through the high school’s doors and into a safe haven, which happened to be the men’s restroom instead of the women’s. His first impression in high school was not going to be a pervert. Besides, the men’s restroom was a tad bit closer to art class than the women’s.

He dragged strands of raven hair from his face behind his ears, pulling out his portable cd player, which was the size of a large baseball glove. He plugged black ear buds into the player, and slipped a Black Sabbath disc inside. Master Of Reality, B-side Into The Void. The guitar’s symphonic rhythms enthralled him.

“R-rock-ket engine b-b-burning fuel-l s-so f-fast, uh-up int-to the b-black sky so v-vast,” he spoke, almost sighing in embarrassment. He hated his stutter, just like everyone else had hated it over the years. But, no matter how much he tried and practiced, he couldn’t speak correctly. He was disgusted at how he sounded.

In utter disappointment, he began to sing. “Burning metal through the atmosphere, Earth remains in worry, hate and fear,” he sang (beautifully, but he wouldn’t admit to that) without his stutter. Gerard never understood how that worked; how he spoke stuttering and sang without it.

He felt shuffling outside and ripped the buds out of his ears.

Shit, he thought.

Gerard gathered his belongings and took a look in the mirror, finding his greasy black hair quite neat. Large hazel orbs stared deeply into the mirror, but not to his reflection.

It was someone behind him.

He was at least five eleven, at the least. Then again, Gerard wasn’t very good at math, and couldn’t be absolutely certain. The student also had dark brown hair and blue eyes, good looking. Not completely muscular, but this young man had to be on some kind of sport’s team. Possibly soccer.

The stranger approached him slowly at first, picking up the pace. Even though the bathroom wasn’t that large, it felt like an eternity for him to be just a few inches from Gerard. It felt even longer when his fist collided with his face.“H-hey!”

The stranger stopped. “What, fucker?” A grin spread across his face.

“Y-you c-can’t d-do that t-to m-m-me!” he screamed, sudden strength filling him. The bully pouted sarcastically. “Aw, the faggot has a stutter.”

Another one of them came inside, and another. Gerard gulped in fear, and felt his hair
grabbed by another. “You gonna cut your girl hair off, faggot?”

One of them leaned against the stall, a cancer stick lit in between his fingers. “You know, rumor has it you can cough out blood if hit hard enough,” he chuckled and reached for Gerard’s arm, large red slashes over porcelain skin. “And look: you’ve already gotten yourself started.”

“G-god s-save us a-all,” Gerard whispered.




Frank had a nasty cough today, and could barely focus in class. His head was aching, and his eyes burned from the room’s elusive lighting. A familiar song was played in the school. No, it couldn’t have been actually playing, no one liked Sabbath. Most students liked the Backstreet Boys and shit like that. Frank always thought it was funny that ‘shit’ and ‘the shit’
sounded so similar, but were complete opposites.

This song was from The Master Of Reality, he knew for certain. Was it an A-side or a B-side? He heard a faint “empires from an eternal…” and it clicked. B-side, Into The Void.The song amused him for a few moments, until he heard murmurs from across the hall.

Strange, he thought. It was only first period, and most people aren’t as talkative in the beginning of the day. He began to whistle, passing time.

A few periods finished, and it was time for lunch. Frank decided to walk towards the gym instead of lunch, so he could eat his food without a jock interfering with him. He was very aware of what people say or do to you if you aren’t ‘all that’ or if you’re different. He unlocked his gym locker, and took out his food (gym lockers are the last place assholes look to ruin your day). Unfortunately, his gym locker was really small and he could only store his lunch there, and the rest of his things had to be stored where assholes roamed.
Frank unwrapped two slices of pizza from his lunch, and started to eat.

A sound stopped him. A moan.

Notes

new chapter c: