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SilentTrinity

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I'm just putting this warning as a warning so I don't get yelled at by random people. This is a factitious story, about a teenager possessed by Satan, in the form of a split personality which he does not know that he has. I am not saying that people with split personalities are possessed by the Devil. This is just a story, if you have to complain to me about it, GTFO and go read Twilight you fing pansies. Anyway now that is out of the way, lets start this story.


It Starts with a Dream....

The sounds of feet running echoed through the alleyway. A figure appeared in the entrance, causing some of the inhabitants of the alleyway to pay attention to the newcomer. The young man soon began running down the alleyway, breathing as fast as his lungs would allow him. After a few seconds passed, another figure appeared.

This person had a different reaction from the inhabitants of the alleyway, more of fear than of curiosity, because they knew what he was. The man was dressed in a black suit, a red tie around his neck. But his most notable feature had to be his eyes. His glowing yellow-eyes, eyes that seemed to look into your soul and reveal what was in it, all the bad and evil.

He wore black leather shoes and had his hands in his suit pockets. He causally walked down the alleyway, the cats and rodents hissing at him in fear as they ran off into their hideouts. A evil grin on the man's face. He took his time, always letting the other to run into a trap he had set up.Which was going to happen, for the other person in his panic ran into a dead end.

Fearing for his life he tried climbing the brick wall, with no success. He turned towards the entrance of the dead end, nothing but fear in his pale face and blue eyes. He slid to his feet, as he saw the man in the suit appear in the entrance.

"Well it seems our game has come to an end." The man said. Each word was cold, and sent a shiver down the fearful man's spine. All he could manage to say was gibberish, but to the yellow eyed man, he nodded as he understood it.
"There's no use in trying to beg for your life. You already sold that." The man said taking a single step. That single step made the young man push up agianst the wall even more. He was no longer human, but acting on animal instincts.

"Come now. You knew what the contract meant. It's time to pay up." The yellowed eye man said his grin gone from his face, replaced by an angry frown as he began to walk faster towards the animalistic man. He was almost upon him when he saw the man fall from his position. The yellow eyed man stopped, just for a second before slowly walking to the silent man. He put two fingers on his neck and smiled.

"A heart attack. Easy for me now." He muttered before standing up. He wiped his hands on the dead mans shirt before leaning over him, his face inches away from the dead teen and began to mutter ancient words. Soon a white light appeared from the dead teen's mouth and began to edge towards the yellow-eyed man.

That's when Tomas woke up. He sat up in his bed, sleeping-wear on, sweat drenching his body, and bed. He had been having these dreams for some time now. Always dealing with the same person. He sighed and looked at the clock. It was six in the morning. He had a few more hours til school. He put his hands on his face, trying to calm himself down. It was only dreams, yet they felt different each time.

Still, it might be just the pressure from Finals in the upcoming weeks that was causing him to have these dreams. He chuckled at the thought. These dreams were simply his way of dealing with the stress. He usually felt better after taking a cold shower. So he got up, went over to his dresser and picked out a simple set of clothes. It was spring so he decided to wear some green shorts, with white tank top. Taking his clothes to the bathroom, he set them down and turned the shower on.

He did feel much better after that long shower. The shaking from the dream was gone, and the dream itself was long gone from his mind. He took the towel and dried his curly brown hair. Tomas stood at about six feet tall, and weighed at around one hundred and seventy pounds, a nice weight for his body type. He had long strong legs, and had dark blue eyes. To him he was just a simple kid, but most of the kids at his school either did one of two things. They either liked him, or hated his guts. The former he didn't really understand, most of the bullies he had dealt with never gave him a reason to why they disliked him.

Still, it was easy to deal with them now a days, most of them weren't at his new school. He had just transferred into this magnet school only a few months ago, and already felt like he belonged here. He had a group of friends he met every day, he was the class president, and was head of the Thespian club. Life was good, and he enjoyed it very much.

But things were going to change that day, and in the end he would have to make a big decision.
 
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The problems that your writing has, in order of severity, are in sentence and paragraph separation, comma usage, redundancy and simple grammar mistakes.

As a general rule, think of sentences and paragraphs as constant, flowing ideas. Separations should only be made when a new idea begins. Start a new sentence when a new but related idea begins and start a new paragraph when a completely new idea begins. Separating an idea doesn't make much sense because it doesn't flow together. (First-person narratives and quotes aren't necessarily included in this simply because the text is written in the same way as the person would speak.) Looking at the first four paragraphs of your text, it's fairly easy to see that they all follow the same idea, which is the introduction of two related characters and then specifications. The problem is more obvious in the passing between the third and fourth paragraphs, where the first word in the fourth paragraph, "which", is used to lead to a specification and so it should be used in the same sentence as the idea that it refers back to, present in the final sentence of the third paragraph. These problems with sentences and paragraphs persist throughout your text, so do look it over and take note of it for future reference.

Another thing that's important to note about new paragraphs is that you should introduce proper nouns every time. Using a pronoun in a new thought process doesn't make much sense. If I told you: "it's a great thing," would you understand what I'm talking about? No, you wouldn't. In a similar way, it doesn't make any sense when you start a paragraph with He, especially because you introduced two male characters beforehand and so, technically, "he" is ambiguous. There are some writers who use pronouns without relations to nouns, however it's usually used as a literary device and so it's allowed.

Next, I'll give you a few tips on comma usage. An easy way to know where to place a comma in a sentence is just to read the sentence aloud. If you take a short break between words, it's likely that there's a comma there. For example, in this sentence of yours: "Still it might be just the pressure from Finals[...]" there should be a comma after "still". Comma usage is important because it often changes the meaning of a sentence when one is used or omitted. In this case, your sentence is grammatically ambiguous. It could be read as indicating something is immobile due to pressure or it could retain the meaning that you intended. Of course, it's obvious what you meant here, but it should still be written correctly in order to retain the sense that you intended. This specific example is also a problem that persists throughout your text. It's an easy fix with a little practice. It can be hard to figure out exactly where a comma should or shouldn't be in some cases, so you should do a quick Google search on comma usage to help you out.

Another problem that's present in your writing is redundancy. If you're unaware of what redundancy is: it's when something is repeated or specified unnecessarily, dragging on sentences or explanations. You actually make this mistake many times. An example can be found once Tomas wakes up. You go on to specify that it was a dream. Well, since he woke up, it's pretty obvious that he was dreaming beforehand, so it doesn't need to be written. Another more obvious example is found in the final paragraph, where you write: "But things were going to change that day. That day, Tomas life would start to change, and in the end he would have to make a big decision." Both sentences state that things are going to change that day, and so it's redundant. (Also, never start a sentence or a paragraph with but. A coordinating conjunction should never be used to begin a sentence.) You should try to condense your text to be as concise as possible.

Finally, although your text is filled with grammatical errors, I'm sure that most of them are simply due to inattention and you'll spot them yourself once you revise it. There is one that I'd like to note, however. You should know when and where to use a hyphen to join two words in order to make one adjective or noun. Doing so changes the meaning of a sentence. Here are two examples from your text: the yellow eyed man and sleeping wear on. In the first example, your phrasing is read as the man is yellow and he has eyes. I'm positive that you mean that the man has yellow eyes and not that he's yellow, therefore you should join "yellow" and "eyed" together with a hyphen. It then reads: "the yellow-eyed man", which makes much more sense. In the second example, the whole sentence is: "He sat up in his bed, sleeping wear on, sweat drenching his body, and bed." The meaning here is actually nonsensical. Without the hyphen in sleeping-wear, there is no noun. You're effectively stating that he sat up in his bed while still sleeping.

That's all that I have to review at the moment. Good luck in your future efforts and I hope this helped you to improve your writing!
 

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um thanks for the tips and help, it was much appreciated.

but uh...did you just do that because you were bored or...?

again thanks for the help i fixed most of the things you stated and looked it over again. I do hope that the reason you wrote the review was because you liked the story and only wished to help me lol
 

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Changed, and feeling refreshed, Tomas went downstairs, where he would make his breakfast and eventually leave to go to school. His parents wouldn't be up for a while and he liked the quiet atmosphere that was the early morning. Ever since he was very little he had woke up early, and had made himself breakfast. It was a ritual that was normal for him, but whenever he had friends sleep over it was usually a bother to them, so he snuck out quietly so he could make himself breakfast.

Today he was just as hungry as he always was, like he had made a very long trip by walking, though he never felt tired nor did his legs feel tired. He made himself three scrambled eggs, five links of sausage, seven pieces of bacon and a large glass of orange juice. This was his usual meal for the morning, his mom always said he had a large appetite saying that he was always growing. He knew that wasn't the fact. He was just always hungry.

After his large meal, he heard his mom get into her shower, meaning that his dad would be up in a bit. Getting up from the table Tomas began to clean the kitchen, and before his father got to the last step, the kitchen was as clean as usual, with the exception that Tomas was getting two slices of bread out of the toaster. He put it on a place and put blackberry jam, his dad's favorite as well as his own. He gave his dad who had sat down, a slice and got him his coffee.

"Thanks." His dad muttered taking a sip of coffee before taking a bite out of the toast. Tomas had his toast already in his mouth and was almost done with it.
"What time is it?" his father asked still in a sleepy state. Tomas looked at the digital clock on the stove.
"Seven." He said turning back to his father, who sighed before taking another sip of coffee. He would have to leave if he wanted to make it on time.

"Well, I'm heading out dad. Tell mom I love her." He said going to the hallway and picking up his backpack, a inaudible reply from the kitchen, and he was off to school. He took his first steps toward school, seeing this as another day, nothing exciting, except for the prospect of talking to the girl he liked, Sarah Yule. He shook the thought away, focusing on getting to school on time. Though a perverted smile still stayed on his face til he got to the entrance of school.


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It was already mid-day and he was already dozing off in his english class. He never did like learning poetry or what have you, but two hours of this stuff could make anyone fall asleep especially when you had Mr.Walker, a fifty year old english teacher who spoke so monotonous that it could put an insomniac to sleep.

Finally, the bell released him from his prison. Tomas got up and began packing most of his stuff away, before hearing the principle speak over the intercom.
"Students, will you please enter the MPR for an emergency assembly?" the voice of their female Principle said, a hint of sadness in her voice. Confused and annoyed, a few students groaned and slowly dragged themselves to the door, heading to the MPR. Tomas was one of them.

When he entered the MPR, he had expected only a few classes, but it seemed every freshman, senior, junior and sophomore was here. It was strange for all the classes to be here, the only time he had seen all the classes together was at orientation, even then the classes were separated by time so as to keep the peace. Tomas sat down near his english class mates, confusion on their faces as well as his own.

After a while the Principle came on stage and quieted the crowd down. She cleared her throat before speaking into the microphone.
"Hello students. Your probably wondering why you are called here today. Well it seems that...." A slight pause as she tried to regain her thoughts. She seemed hesitant to tell them what she had called them here. Tomas's curiosity was increasing as each second went by that she didn't say anything.

"It seems...that one of your fellow students was murdered last night. We don't have the details all we know is that the students name was Joshua Mathews, Sophomore. He will be dearly missed." She said finally breathing a sigh of relief. But the news had done its job, especially to Tomas. He began to have the worst of worst headaches. It felt as if his brain was pulsing, like it wanted to escape from his skull. Some students were already talking about the news, and after a few small moans, some began to notice him.

"Make...it go away...Please...help." Tomas muttered as he got up from his seat, only to go limp and fall to the ground unconscious. As the last bit of consciousness began to leave him, he thought he heard a voice mutter:
"It begins...."
 
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Consciousness began to come to him, as well as a throbbing pain in his head. As his eyes began to come back into focus he noticed a white ceiling, the MPR didn't have a white ceiling. Tomas groggily moved his head to his right, seeing a plastic device in his arm. Taking that in for a few minutes he realized that he was in a hospital. He tried to sit up, before the pain forced him to stop. He sighed and looked around at what he could see.

He was set up to a machine that was measuring his heart beat, something he had seen in television drama's. He noticed that he was in an enclosed area, a white curtain around the bed that he was laying on. Someone wanted him to not be seen or noticed, or they were just being polite and letting him sleep. That's when he heard a door open and movement of someone pass the curtain. It was a large man, around five foot ten, brown hair, goatee, and a clipboard in his right hand. He was into his wok on the clipboard before noticing Tomas's heartbeat rising, which must of meant that he was awake.

The Doctor turned on his heel's and slowly opened the curtains, looking in at his patient. Tomas moved his head up as far as he could without hurting himself.
"Hey Doc." He muttered before his head hit the white pillow that was underneath his neck. He could tell the Doctor was relieved because he gave a deep sigh before walking over to Tomas, standing over him so he could see him.
"Well Hello there Tomas. Glad your awake." He said friendliness in his voice. He seemed to be a kind person, not a cold calculating doctor who was just here because it was a job.

"Same here." Tomas muttered smiling a bit before the pain started again. It was the same as earlier but not as strong. Each time it hit him, it seemed to be less painful the next. The Doctor frowned as he saw Tomas in pain.
"You hit your head preety hard on that school floor. So hard in fact we had to make sure everything was still functioning." He said flipping through a few pages on his clipboard. Tomas stopped feeling the pain and looked confused. He had been tested on without knowing it?

"Most of your test results are good, in fact your perfectly healthy! But there is...something that we should mention to you." He flipped the clipboard back to the front page and put it under his arm.
"What is it Doc?" Tomas asked afraid of the answer he would receive. The Doctor stayed silent for a moment before continuing to speak.
"Well....have you been experiencing weird dreams? Or mood swings? Or even strange eating habits?" He said looking at Tomas with a look that a mother would give to a child asking if they felt alright.

But how could he have known? He had asked three specific things that he had been experiencing for a long time, and something even more recent. All he could manage to do in response to this question was open his mouth wide and try to speak but nothing came out. The Doctor spoke again, asking the question again. This time Tomas answered, clearly and loud enough for the Doc to hear.
"Yes." He felt like a rush of cold water was coming down his head now. He had answered the question and now would hear why the Doctor asked.

"I was afraid of that." He muttered a bit too loud that Tomas began to shake. The beeping of his heart rate increased in speed. Those five words were not something you wanted to hear from a person who knows about your health.
"Well if that's the case, I'm going to have to diagnosis you with Dissociative Identity Disorder," his eyes closed as if he were telling someone that they had less than a month to live.

"But Doc I thought that was only from people who had personal trauma! How can I have it?" Tomas exclaimed siting up rigidly, before pain like the first time shot through his entire body. The Doctor gently pushed him back down.
"Son, there have been studies that people who experience strange dreams, eating habits and mood swings might of had something happen to them. Your mother says you were in a car accident when you were small." He said reading another sheet of paper on his clipboard.

"Said you almost died but miraculously came back to life. When you were told about what happened, you can't remember anything. Even to this day. You also had another experience when your aunt committed suicide a few years ago. Your mother said you were very close to her, and took it hard. These all contribute to DID which is why you experience what you did yesterday." he said finishing his small report. Tomas looked at him strangely, had his mother really said all that to a stranger? But it was the truth, he had a mark from the car accident in the shape of a circle on his back where a piece of metal dug into his back.

"Son its not the end of the world. There are treatments for..." the doctor began before being cut off by Tomas. He had closed his eyes and turned towards the Doctor.
"Please leave me. I wish to be alone." Tomas said in a deeper voice than what he had. The Doctor looked at him startled and nodded his head before heading to the door. He stopped at the doorway, looked at Tomas once more before leaving. Tomas went back to looking up at the ceiling, eyes still closed. He slowly opened them to reveal his blue eyes with a hint of yellow in them. A smirk on his face. He soon began to giggle, which then turned into a loud laugh before he fell back asleep.
 

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um thanks for the tips and help, it was much appreciated.

but uh...did you just do that because you were bored or...?

again thanks for the help i fixed most of the things you stated and looked it over again. I do hope that the reason you wrote the review was because you liked the story and only wished to help me lol

The story was too early-on in production to judge when I gave those tips, and as such I don't have any opinion of it yet. I gave the advice that I did in hopes to help you improve your quality of writing in order to convey the story better. That said, the story doesn't really matter because, even if you have the best story ever in mind while writing, it's still going to be bad if you don't know how to write properly.

Anyway, I haven't read your recent additions to the story yet. (I will read them eventually.) I remembered that I forgot to mention something in my first post, which is that you would do well to present clear and precise information instead of assuming something to be true. A common error among amateur writers is to write while trapped within their world, writing lines and descriptions that they think can be opinionated when, in truth, they are not. This means that there will be errors in the text and plot holes in the story. You should stick to things that you know or you may want to research something before writing about it. I suggest this because at one point you write that your character stands at 6 feet tall and weighs 100 pounds, which "is a nice weight". The problem here is that 100 pounds is a terribly unhealthy weight for someone that is 6 feet tall, especially if that person is a male. The point is that, as a writer, you'll seem pretentious and moronic if you present false (especially obviously false) information.

Even in times when it's not absolutely necessary that you make such a correction, your writing could benefit greatly from correct information, even if it's only slightly hinted at. For example, you state at one point that a hot shower usually makes Tomas feel better and so it does when he takes one. You may have thought that this was just his personal preference and as such there's nothing wrong with it, but this is not the case. (It would be fine if it was just a matter of him particularly enjoying hot showers.) On the contrary, warm showers don't do much to invigorate the body and mind; cold showers, however, do. Cold showers are also commonly practiced on mentally ill patients as a part of treatment for this reason. Replacing "hot shower" with "cold shower" would not only be correct, but it would also serve as a great literary device in foreshadowing events to come.
 

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As one might expect, the press had a field day during Tomas's treatment in the hospital. He had awaken after three days, allowing a whole bunch of stuff to go on. Tomas didn't find most of this out til he got out two days after he awoke. So the press, seeing as their only source of something strange was in a coma decided to look into some of the things that had been happening, and try to connect Tomas and Joshua.

In the first few hours, the news got a chance to talk to a few family members of Josh. His parents said he had been a decent child, good to everyone and never hurt anyone. But that story soon changed when students began to tell their side of Josh. Josh was a sweet heart in front of his parents, but at school he bullied kids. Most of the time, it was insults and name calling. Josh was smart enough to not do anything that would get him in trouble with his parents.

Most students didn't know why Josh, who seemed like a good kid, would bully people at school. Soon enough, another student that was close enough to know Josh spoke. Josh, he said was the type of kid who, even though had a good and decent life, had the need to be better than most kids. He would go so far as insult other kids families, usually looking into their history and finding any dirt on them. All in all, he was quiet a bit of a odd kid.

When asked, his parents said they usually saw him on his computer late at night researching history, but never thought to ask since it looked like school work. But when they did see him do something different, it was something dealing with the devil, something that Joshua was into. He was interested in the dark arts, and his parents simply saw it as a phase.

That's when the rumors started to spread about how Josh really died. Many believe that he was killed, from him contacting the devil. Others think that he had upset a certain group of Satanist and they had attacked him and did some odd ritual. While the group of Satanist claimed nothing, most of these rumors were just that; rumors.

Slowly people began to think of Tomas and Josh's connection. Students reported that Josh usually picked on Tomas of his height, weight, family, and etc. Most of the time Tomas walked away and gave Josh no satisfaction, causing Josh to torment another kid smaller than himself. But there was one incident where Josh had did his homework on Tomas and had sent him a note during passing, an acquaintance of Josh took the message to Tomas, without reading it, and when he gave Tomas the note and he read it, his face grew red and he stormed off towards the direction of Josh.

Not much is known of what happened after that, but it was reported that Tomas came back home with a black eye that day. He had told his parents,(who were not talking due to them staying with their son) that he had gotten into a fight after school with some bully, and said nothing more of it.

That was the last piece of info the press put out before finding out about Tomas's recovery. Tomas had no idea of what had happened, he had barely known he had been tested on for any signs of trauma to his brain. Fortunately he hadn't, but the doctors did notice an strange area inside his skull. A small area of his brain was not showing up on the screen, something that only people who were brain dead should ever show.

Though as soon as he woke up, the spot of inactivity disappeared. As if it was sleeping when Tomas was sleeping. This caused the Doctor to look into his file and see if he had any symptoms of any personality disorder. Which is where the next part of this story starts.

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Tomas stared at the rotating fans, his bed room filled with his stuff. He had been home for a few hours and already he was being sent gifts and get better cards by his fellow students. Most of the classes must of sent him a card for his entire dresser and desk was covered in them. He turned his head to look at them for a moment before looking at the ceiling again.

"Multiple personalities?" He muttered opening his eyes slightly. He had been in shock for some time now, still not getting use to the feeling that at any moment his entire personality could change. Yet he doubted it, for if he really had this disorder then how had he not noticed it? The doc said the symptoms were caused by a recent or long term trauma. True he had those two things happen to him, and he had gotten over them. But was that enough cause for his mind to split into two different beings?

"It can't be possible." Tomas thought to himself closing his eyes again, he got under the covers seeing that he could at least get some sleep after all the problems he had been through, he was tired, so tired...
"You are weak. So weak in fact that its genetic. Your grandfather and grandmother? They were...."

Tomas opened his eyes again. The fan was gone, instead replaced with a gray sky, a sky that looked like it had eaten the blue sky. He was in a room, he could feel the cold floor under neath his feet, yet he knew he had just fallen asleep.
"Not a dream, my....vassal," a cold, deep voice echoed throughout the room. Tomas looked to his left and right, before realizing that the voice came from his own mouth. He covered it, frightened that he had said it.

Before he could speak again, a shadow walked out from where he was standing. It turned around to face him, yellow-eyes, a flashy white smile. Soon the darkness began to subside on the figure, as it became more and more human. Though as each second past, Tomas felt like he would scream, more and more.

The figure turned into Tomas, but with a black suit and tie. He even had the black shoes, and had a very business look to him, though that was overpowered by the feeling of dread. Tomas stared in shock at his reflection, as it chuckled at him.
"I expected you to not be so surprised. Guess I was wrong." The deep voice came from the other figure this time. The shock from Tomas's face began to subside as he began to realize what was going on.

"This is just a dream. Man, this multiple personality thing is making my dreams weirder than ever!" Tomas said slapping his forehead and laughing a bit. The other figured looked at him, a look of irritation replaced the smile.
"This is no dream Tomas." The figure spoke again still irritated. Tomas looked at him, still smiling.
"Suuure it isn't. Next you'll be telling me that this is some sort of realm where I can talk to my other self." He burst into laughter after this comment.

His double did not find this funny at all. In fact he was furious with him.
"You idiotic human! How dare you call my home fake! If I weren't apart of you..." he broke off at this and Tomas soon began to stop laughing.
"Idiotic human?" Tomas muttered to himself standing up straight after trying to catch his breath from laughing. The double took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. He opened them, his yellow-eyes showing a calm state.

"Now that you have calmed down, I can speak." The double spoke, clearing his throat.
"My name is Larry." He stated his smile growing. Deep down in Tomas's stomach, he began to feel ill.
"And I, am your other personality." He stated matter of factly, a hint of coldness still in his voice. Tomas just stared at him, not knowing what to say.

"We'll get to know each other soon enough." Larry said looking at a gold watch he had made appear on his wrist. He began to wave goodbye as Tomas began moving away from him. As he got farther and farther away from Larry, he could hear a deep maniacal laughter. A cold breeze went against Tomas's skin, and caused his skin to make goosebumps.
 
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If you are reading my story thanks very much for doing so, but don't be afraid of leaving comments. As I took advice from Tangerine who helped me greatly, comments on what you think about the story and your opinions of whats going to happen keeps me writing.

That being said, I seem to not be able to find the time to write chapters least I have something to write. I did outline a part of this story, as I am hoping that it lasts longer than my last story. If this story does well and you, the readers continue to read and comment, I hope to make a series out of this concept.

So as far as chapters, I only have ten outlined and hope to have more in the future. As for putting them here on the web that will usually happen ever other week if im lucky enough to get a chance to write. Since I've been sick with a flu like illness I will have another chapter up for this Halloween. Pray look forward to this.

Last thing, I'd like to thank Tangerine again for helping me with the first chapter and I hope you can continue to help me become a better writer.

Peace My fellows,
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Writer's Note: Would like to thank a few people for giving me the inspiration to write this, though they will may never come to this site to read this. Still thanks Je, Kenny, and Jared for hitting me in the eye. You will be the first of many people to die in this story. :D

After-School Activities

Tomas sat at his desk, eyes glazed but with a feeling of fear in them. He was still thinking of the talk he had with his other self, or his dream self or whatever that thing was. In any case, he had the proof that he really did have something wrong with him. He had another self, and he had a terrible sense in fashion.

"Tomas."
But what had Larry meant that they would talk again? Did that mean he could just make him fall asleep and have a full blown conversation with him? No it didn't seem likely. Maybe it was only under certain conditions that he could talk with Larry. In any case he was still pondering the whole human thing. Wasn't he....

"TOMAS!" The teacher yelled as Tomas came back to reality, the sensation of not being alone was soon gone by the time the teacher started walking towards him. He had told, along with his parents help, that he had just fainted from the sudden news of a student and was treated correctly. Though this was no excuse for day-dreaming in Mr. Beck's class, hard ass bastard.

"Mr. Tomas can you please give me the answer to the question?" Beck asked Tomas as he tried to look on the bored. He saw the equation:
If x = 7 then what does y = in 2x - y = 24?
Bastard had given him an algebraic equation the first day he came back. Beck knew that was his weakest area in math, bastard was doing it to make him look stupid.

"Um is it twelve?" Tomas said acting as if he had given it some thought. A smirk appeared. Tomas looked down at his desk, bastard knew he would give a stupid answer.
"I'm sorry but no Tomas. Maybe one should pay more attention to their studies instead of imagining of other things." After this remark a few classmates chuckled, they were all bastards.

"It's okay Tomas." A voice said to his left. He knew it well, as it was his female friend, Marie. She always had his back in this type of situations. He looked up at her, still slightly angry that he had given Beck the satisfaction of insulting him.

"Thanks Marie." He said giving a friendly smile before making it go back into a scowl. She stared at him for a bit more before returning her attention to Beck.

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The ass! To add injury to insult, Beck had called Tomas back and had given him extra homework for the days of school he had missed when, in fact he had given none! It pissed Tomas off so much he thought he would.....he would....

"Kill him?" A voice spoke inside Tomas's head. He nodded as if in approval before looking up to see only the other classes heading towards the lunchroom. For a moment he had thought someone else had spoken, but soon he realized how familiar that voice was.

"Larry." He thought inside his own mind.
"Bingo." A crude reply came to his mind. He started walking towards the lunchroom and tried to ignore his moment of insanity. Larry didn't speak again til after he had gotten his lunch and sat down next to Marie and one of her friends Danni, a foreign exchange student from England. Strange he didn't really think England as a foreign country.

"Well not to you but some people, like your government think it is." Larry said in a non caring voice. He seemed like he wanted something and wasn't getting his way.
"Listen, I don't want to chat with you right now. I just want to enjoy lunch." Tomas said irritably. An image of Larry shrugging and walking away came to mind.

"What do you think Tomas?"
Twice in one day he was brought back from his own thoughts. He looked over at Marie, Danni just eating her lunch, a stuffed teddy bear in her arms. He was grayish and had black laces over him, which replaced one of his eyes.
"Huh? What do I think of what?" Tomas replied as if he hadn't heard clearly. Being a thespian helped in these types of situation.

Marie pouted before replying to Tomas's lack of attention reply.
"I was talking about the upcoming dance. The Winter Formal! I heard they're going to start ticket sales sometime this week. I'm going to buy mine after a while but I was wondering if you were interested at these types of things at all." She said this still upset at Tomas's lack of attention.

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head, the entire time thinking of a quick response.
"Dance's aren't really my thing. But I don't know. Depends really." He leaned back far enough that he could see the ceiling of the cafeteria.
"Hmm...well if you do go, it will be fun!" Marie had gained her cheerful self once more, as Tomas straightened up and continued to eat.

But a few eyes had seen him while he was leaning backwards, eyes that had a look in them that he didn't like. He would have to deal with them latter.

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The rest of the school day was uneventful, his theater class was rehearsing the school performance of Romeo and Juliet, a favorite of Tomas's due to the actor playing Juliet. Sarah Yule. She had been in his theater class most of the year and she seemed to enjoy herself doing it. She was quiet good at acting as well, pulling off roles small as a random stranger to a housewife.

Sarah Yule was about five foot four, petite but not completely short. She had beautiful brown hair that laid across her shoulders, and a ribbon every once in awhile complemented it. She had dark green eyes, flawless skin, lightly tanned mind you, and such rosy cheeks you thought her cheeks were filled with blood.

The rest of her body was well...complementing. One could guess her numbers to be around...well good. Anyway, she was Juliet and Tomas was Romeo. This would be his chance to actually get a kiss from his crush, which he had actually talked with her on the matter. She was fine with an actual kiss and not a stage one, since a real one would have more feeling in it and give the audience a feeling of realism. He eagerly agreed.

He had just gotten out of that talk when the teacher, Mrs. Albertson let the actors out for the night. Tomas had changed out of his costume back into his back up clothes which consisted of a loose pair of jeans, a white sleeveless shirt. He walked outside the stage room and began to head home when he noticed a few people that shouldn't be at the school at this time.

Tomas began to walk faster before he noticed the kids following him. His pace began to get faster til he was in a full gallop. The kids behind him, running as hard as they could. Normally they wouldn't be able to catch up to Tomas, due to his athletic nature, but they had chosen a specific day when he would be at his weakest, which was a day where he had to practice for three hours.

They soon were upon him, the first one tackling him to the ground while the other stood over Tomas laughing. The one on top of Tomas started punching him in the face, over and over again. This went on for five minutes. Soon the bully got up knowing that his work had been done. He and his comrade got up and began to walk away.

But soon they began to hear a soft sound come behind them. They turned to see Tomas starting to get up, blood coming from his mouth, his looks unchanged, but when he looked at his attackers a yellowish glint appeared in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that." He spoke wiping his mouth with his hand, blood staining it. The two attacks turned to face him, anger in their faces, apparently they thought he hadn't had enough. The one who tackled him came at him, this time with a switchblade. As he came closer, Tomas began to laugh as his attack made a slash at him, his hand caught in mid slice by Tomas.

The attacker's face changed from anger to confusion. Tomas continued to laugh as the attacked began to struggle.
"You have to be faster than that!" Tomas said before twisting the attackers arm til bone fragments could be seen. Letting go off his arm, Tomas's attention was directed at the second person, who saw his friend go down, and his expression filled with fear.

He turned to run only to be suddenly intercepted by Tomas. The attacker screamed, only to be silenced by Tomas, his hand over his mouth.
"You shouldn't have yelled. You would of lived longer." Tomas said trying to control his giggles. He took the hood off the attacker, whose eyes started to be filled with tears.

"Oh...now see...that's remorse. Should of thought about messing with someone like me!" Tomas said yelling a bit before snapping the kids neck. The body fell to the ground, a bag of flesh and bones. The other attacker was still crying in pain as Tomas walked over to him.
"Now you know to never mess with people you hate. They could be like me." Tomas smirked before taking the switchblade from the attacker and slicing his throat before stabbing him in the heart with it. As soon as the body stopped moving, Tomas took out the blade and wiped it clean of prints, using the attackers clothes for rags. He then threw the blade on the ground and headed home.

He giggled the entire way home. Only to pass out once he reached his room.
 
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