That night I had decided to stay sat under the large oak tree in the park's field to rest, just in case the weather took another turn for the worst. Fortunately though the rain had stopped before I fell asleep the evening before, and the sky looked to be completely clear when I awoke this morning.

It must have been a few hours at least until I saw that boy again, so I am guessing that it is a weekday and he is just coming here after school. I don't know what I'm feeling as I watch him, though.

He's sprinting towards the tree I am now stood under, and chasing him is a group of four boys that look older and much stronger built than him. Before I have a chance to react to his presence though, he quickly spins me around so that I am now facing the fast approaching boys, whilst he is cowering behind me and gripping onto the back of the lab coat as if it would comfort him.

His breathing is rushed and tears are dripping down his face, and it is only then that I realise he has blood running down the left side of his face, from a nasty wound at the top of his head that should be hidden by his hair, which is also soaked and knotted with dry blood.

"P-Please," He whimpers pathetically as he only grips tighter on my only piece of clothing, trying to hide more behind my body. "P-Please don't let them b-beat me again..."

Now to be truthful, I was torn. Of course I couldn't just leave the boy that I had been waiting for all night and day to see, and especially not to get beaten. But there is a big problem with this scenario... I can't fight. I never have done, and I never thought I would have had to.

So, I did all that I could think of, and tried my best to protect the poor boy behind myself.

"You better back off," I harshly growled at the four boys who were half sniggering, half smirking, "before I get you all in trouble for what you have done. Do you hear me?" I asked rhetorically as I tried to stand my ground, though the boys approached us even more and smirked.
"Oh? Well I'm afraid we can't do that..." One of the boys with relatively long black and greasy hair growled back, now standing right in front of my face, and showing that he is about my height. He also has a small tattoo just below one of his eyes, looking like a cartoon-style tear drop.

The boy on his left cracks his knuckles as he flicks his pure white hair out of his face, smirking at myself just like the boy next to him, his back-combed and hair-sprayed hair framing and falling over his face to end at his shoulders. He has a thick layer of eye-liner applied to each of his eyes, and he looks as though he is even wearing a type of lip gloss or lipstick... How strange.

"Is this your faggot boyfriend, Iero?" The fourth boy spat to the cowering boy behind me, his thin black hair framing his rounded face almost perfectly, but his height being shorter than the boy before myself. "He looks like he can't even dress himself properly!" He then exclaimed, gesturing to my lab coat with a smirk on his face.

And that's when I lost it.

I'm not quite sure what had happened after that... My eyesight blurred slightly as I let out a lower and more animalistic growl than usual, and my body seemed to control itself on its own accord as I suddenly lifted my palms to hold them in front of the boys, and water seemed to... Come out of thin air from in front of my palms and slam into each of the boys in four individual spirals, shoving them all at least 20 feet away and knocking them to the ground.

It was only when I heard the loud and sickening thuds that I snapped out of my trance to look at each of the boys, their shocked and scared expressions most probably matching my own. Blood was dripping down each of their faces from where their heads had hit the ground, as well as through their clothes and down their arms, trickling onto their hands.

I then felt the boy’s grip on my lab coat loosen before letting go completely, and I quickly turn in my place just in time to see him run off in the opposite direction, leaving his bag at my feet.

I then notice that people in every direction are staring straight at me, and the boys that I had knocked over were still in exactly the same places. I lift my hands enough to stare down at them, wondering where all of that water and power had come from.

After twisting and turning them multiple times I sigh in frustration, and drop them back down to my sides again as I take another look around. Everyone is still staring at me, and if anything, more people have even come over to take a look.

My face drops sadly as I gaze in the way that the boy had run off in, before bending down carefully to pick up his bag and brush off a little water that had splashed onto the material’s surface.

I just did not understand what had happened, or [i]why[/i].

“So this is [i]why[/i] I was in the lab...” I whisper sadly to myself as I stare at my fingers wrapped carefully around the boy’s bag. “They have created a monster, and used myself as its mask...”

I lift my gaze once more to look around yet again, sighing when my surroundings haven’t changed a bit and swinging the bag onto one of my shoulders before starting to walk in the direction of where the boy had fled to.

I needed to apologise for scaring him, and then I need to get out of here.

Somewhere where I can be accepted... Be it somewhere close to where I thought my home was, or in the darkest depths of Hell.

[i]Monster.[/i]