Beyond Redemption Ch. 02byLucifix©
Hey everyone. I meant this story to be full of mystery, gore, horror and action, but at the same time I wanted it to have some humor. I wrote this chapter as fast as I could after realizing it would be awful to keep you all waiting after ending the previous chapter so mysteriously. For once I wanted a strong female lead in a story, and that was one of my reasons for writing this story sorry we're off to a slow start, but im trying to introduce the characters properly before the real action begins, so please bear with it, im sorry. Looking forward to all your comments and criticism :D! For those of you who already commented, thank you <3 your comments and advice give me motivation. With that said, ill let you get back to the story!
Seth nearly jumped out of his seat when his alarm went off with a shrill sound. He looked at the clock and saw that it read 6:30 A.M. It was time to get ready for school. He rubbed his eyes wearily then stretched his arms above his head, groaning. He had been up since four o'clock after that dreadful nightmare jostled him out of his sleep. He was up all night thinking about the events of the previous day. Had it all just been a hallucination? It felt like a dream. For some reason he was not as shaken up as he knew he should be. He knew now that that what he saw was someone commit suicide. But where had the body gone!? He had a feeling that she was alive though. He didn't know how.
His stomach gave a lurch when he recalled how her face had looked. He felt sick as it dawned upon him that he may have actually found her rather attractive. Even in that bloodied state. He shook his head, dismissing the thought.
What he realized now was that life was short, and his existence was fragile. He no longer wanted to live like this. Being bullied everyday, coming home every night, soaked in toilet water. Deep down inside, he felt angry, bitter, and tired of it all. He wanted it to end. He thought of Ben's last words and decided that next time, he would fight.
He slowly got to his feet and walked over to the dresser in the corner of the room. From inside the first drawer he pulled out a pair of black jeans and a white long-sleeved button-up shirt.
He then opened the second and surveyed his large assortment of black socks that came in various thicknesses that he used according to how cold the weather was. Today he took a thin black pair. He was very orderly like that. It irked him when he could not find something in his own apartment. His entire wardrobe consisted of black and white and various shades of grey. That was how he liked it. It saved him the hassle of having to match clothes in the early hours of the morning when he was barely awake enough to remember his own name.
He had but two blue shirts. They were from his mother. She had given them to him complaining that he looked so dull always wearing the same colors. He got dressed quickly and even glanced in the mirror to see if anything needed adjusting. For some reason he felt self-conscious today. As though he was out to impress, but was not quite sure how. He looked rather gorgeous with his light-gold complexion from the sun, his cinnamon brown eyes, dark-blond hobbit hair and his white button-up shirt that he wore over black jeans that fit him just right. He rolled up the sleeves. Now he was ready.
He ate a quick breakfast, grabbed his bag but noticed with a jerk of annoyance that it was stained with blood. He had forgotten to wash it yesterday. He emptied it, noting with relief that none of the books were soaked or stained and replaced them in his spare bag.
He then put on his shoes, grabbed a light jacket and walked out of the apartment. After locking up, he headed to the bus stop.
He got to school at 7:45. Fifteen minutes until classes start. He went to his locker, deposited his bag after taking the books he would need, then slammed the locker shut. He turned to walk away but he bumped straight into Sydney.
She staggered back a little and glared at him, annoyed. -"watch where you're going, idiot!"
Seth looked down at her with his best condescending expression, though his insides clenched with nervousness. -"takes one to know one I guess."
Her beautiful face twisted in confusion at his words. She wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Seth suddenly noticed that he didn't really like her at all. In fact, if she hadn't looked so good, he would find her rather annoying. His insides unclenched with relief at the realization and he felt liberated. Her confused expression made him chuckle. Her beautiful face was suddenly not so beautiful to him. He walked past her, ignoring her now furious expression.
-"Nathan is going to kick the crap out of you for this!" she yelled after him, stamping her foot angrily. Seth turned around to face her, his heart racing as he fought to keep his expression calm.
-"Tell Nathan he knows where to find me. I would love to see the look on his face when I tell him about what happened between us"
He laughed at Sydney's dumbfounded expression then turned on his heel and walked towards class just as the bell chimed.
He settled himself in one of the front seats and readied himself to take notes. First lesson was history. Sydney walked in, threw him a scathing look which he ignored, then settled herself in the very back next to Nathan.
The teacher had already written up a few things on the black board and was waiting for the rest of the class to settle in. Mrs. Janson cleared her throat and a relative silence settled over the students.
-" Before we begin today, I have the pleasure of introducing a new exchange student!"
Mrs. Janson looked delighted as she gestured towards the door, which stood ajar. The door swung open and Seth's breath caught in his throat as he watched her walked into the room and stand in front of the class. His brain went numb and he suddenly felt too warm.
Mrs. Janson beamed at the new student.
-" well go on and introduce yourself to us dear!, don't be shy"
Seth estimated her to be around his height, but for some reason he felt like she looked down on everyone from a far greater height. There was something demanding about her presence. She was intimidating and innocent at the same time.
She flung her long blood red locks out of her face. she had olive skin. Her eyes were large like a doe's and were framed by thick black lashes. Her brows were thick and shapely, the same blood red of her hair. They reminded Seth of the pictures he had seen of the Pharaohs of ancient Egypt, except they were slightly thinner and didn't extend as far. Her features were soft but at the same time strong. Her nose was perfectly shaped and fit in her heart-shaped face nicely. Her lips seemed to have a natural redness and were scrumptiously full. She was dressed in tight black jeans and a tight black turtleneck that caressed every curve. It was obvious she had large breasts that were nicely shaped and sat firmly on her chest. Her waist was narrow and softly flared out into full hips. She was deliciously curvy. Her build was somewhere between slender and average. She looked athletic.
Except for her murderous expression and her cold demeanor, she looked like walking porn. His insides clenched with the now common sense of nervousness as she looked him straight in the eye with her all-too-familiar amber eyes, and spoke:
-" My name is Ray Costeaux"
Her voice was melodious and she had what sounded like a middle-eastern accent. That voice of hers sent shivers down Seth's spine. When she finally looked away, he realized that she had him spellbound.
He started and looked around him and was amazed to see that everyone was silently staring at Ray, mesmerized. He cursed when a bulge in his crotch area made itself known to him.
He didn't know what to make of this. He was so sure that he had seen this very girl spattered across the pavement only one block away from his apartment last night.
Yet here she was, very much alive, standing before Seth, inducing erections.
~ I'm one sick individual~ Seth thought, as he realized how many times he had gotten hard over the many gory moment regarding this girl.
Ray was aware that she had everyone entranced. She was used to it. It's been so long since she last had human contact. She could hardly remember anything from the previous day, only that she had dreamed a rather annoying dream.
The boy that sat in front of her was without a doubt the one in her dreams. She glanced to the very back and saw the girl with chocolate brown hair, which confirmed her suspicions. She didn't want to believe what the dreams were telling her so she simply pushed that thought out of her mind.
Instead she concentrated on giving Seth the well-practiced death-stare she held in reserve for people who truly pissed her off. How dare he screw a girl so shamelessly in front of her! even if it was only a dream!. She thought it was strange that he didn't resonate to her presence. Little did she know about the turmoil boiling beneath the surface of Seth's calm expression, about how he was fighting the urge to pounce on her.
She suddenly felt insecure and looked away, breaking eye contact with him. Her death-stare melted away leaving her expression blank.
She suddenly moved from in front of everyone and the class started in unison. She calmly walked over and occupied the seat right next to Seth.
Mrs. Janson cleared her throat again and then launched into the boring history of 1900th century USA.
Seth had trouble concentrating during the lesson. He kept glancing to his left, where Ray sat, leaning back against the chair, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at Mrs. Janson with such assiduity, as though she would like nothing more than to memorize exactly what happened during 1900th century USA. He noticed a thin scar along her cheek. It looked faded and probably wouldn't have shown at all had she been a little lighter.
Seth realized she didn't have any books or notebooks with her. After taking a minute to calm himself and steady his shaking hands, he reached over and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned her gaze to him questioningly, her amber eyes boring into his unintentionally. He gulped nervously and hoped that his voice would sound normal when he spoke.
-" I couldn't help but notice you don't have any books or notebooks. If you want, we can sit closer together and share mine."
He could have kicked himself! It sounded like a bad attempt to hit on her. "sit closer together".. sounded more like an offer to touch his penis...why didn't he just offer her his book? He knew it all by heart anyways.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the scraping sound of her desk as she scooted closer.
Oh My God!!! She was getting closer!
Seth threw a silent fit while Ray made herself comfortable next to him, completely oblivious to the effect she was having on him. He looked around to see how much attention they had attracted and was not surprised to see the annoyed glances and angry whispers and curses that the other boys in the class were directing at him in jealousy.
Ray nudged him in the ribs painfully. He started and turned to sit properly. -"Pay attention, just because you think you know it all, doesn't mean there isn't a hidden meaning." Ray whispered in his ear, making his cock throb painfully as he felt her breath on his neck. She smelled exquisite. Her scent was mysteriously tinted with jasmine and sandalwood.
It was as though her body was giving off invisible steam. Seth could literally feel the heat radiating from her body, along with that alluring scent.
Bringing all of his self-control under his command, he pushed aside his urge to jump on her, and instead asked:
-"what kind of hidden meaning could there possibly be?"
She bit her lip thoughtfully, making Seth wish they were alone as his cock gave another painful throb.
Her reply was both simple and cryptic:
-" the answer to tomorrow."