Jack was shy and socially anxious. He wasn't necessarily nerdy, he just didn't really like social situations. And now he was in a brand new school, he knew no one, and no one would notice him. What made school even harder for him was his... other side... 

He got pissed easily and when he got worked up, he would tend to get more... violent. His eye would turn pitch black and he his voice would raise in pitch. It was like he wasn't in control his body. 

But nobody knew about this, not even his own parents. He was good at keeping it hidden. 

It was the first day of eleventh grade. Jack decided to scroll through his social media and lean against his locker, his vibrant green hair hung limply in his face. 

"Hey, new kid." 

Jack was startled by the sudden noise and looked up to see a kid with bright red hair, and almost the exact same hairstyle as him. "H-hi." He stuttered. 

"What's your name?" He asked in a monotone voice. 

"S-Sean.." Jack stuttered again. "B-but you can call me Jack if you want.." 

"Look you're gonna have to speak up." The slightly shorter boy sighed. "I'm Mark."

"Oh, sorry. Nice to meet you Mark." Jack tried to say confidently. 

Mark shook his head. "You don't seem very interesting. I'll see you in classes I guess." Mark pursed his lips and shrugged as he walked away. 

Jack bit his lip trying not to cry. 

"He's right you know." 

Oh great. That voice came back again. 

"ANTI LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Jack yelled, causing multiple people in the hall to turn and stare at him.He let a little noise slip out of his mouth and slammed his locker shut as he walked to class, his head tilted towards the ground.

He sat at the back of the room, hoping no one would notice him. But nope, they did. 

"Hey, new kid. Coloured hair is for GAYS!"

"Hey, what's your name? I bet it's something utterly stupid." 

"Why aren't you wearing your glasses, NERD?" 

Jack started to cry and slammed his head on his desk, covering his head with his arms. 

"Oh look! Now he's crying! Hey everyone! This little pussy is crying! Let's all make fun of him!"

There was a lot of noise in the room, all directed towards Jack. He hated this, he missed his old school. His old school was so much better than this. 

Jack slowly lifted his head up and looked around the room. Everyone was staring at him and laughing, pointing, etc. 

He pursed his lips and shook his head, his eyes started to turn black. 

"I'M DONE WITH ALL OF YOU!!" He screamed and slammed his hands on the desk. "YOU ALL DON'T EVEN KNOW ME, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF!!" He stood up harshly, pushing his chair back so hard that it hit the wall and took out his pocket knife. He chuckled at the now frightened room, everyone was cowering under him instead of the other way around. 

"Especially YOU, MARK." Jack smiled as he made eye contact with Mark, who was at the front of the room. He crept over and towered over him. "You didn't even give me a chance, did ya? No, all you did was judge me by the way I introduced myself. I'm not interesting huh? Well how bout now, tough guy? You think you're so tough now? You think you can reject me now?" Jack giggled again, in the pitch of Anti. 

Mark stared at him in fear, his eyes were locked with Jack's. Or rather, the pitch blackness of them. "I-I'm sorry Jack I- I just.." Mark stuttered. 

"Oh, lost for words already Marky? How pathetic." Jack grabbed him and dragged him to the front of the classroom and put the knife up to his neck. "Does anybody want this to be them??" He asked. Everyone shook their heads and hid under their desks. 

"Good. I don't need more blood to clean up." Jack said before sliding the small knife across Mark's throat. Mark gasped and eventually fell to the floor. 

Everybody screamed at the sight. 

"I HEARD SCREAMING IS EVERY- OH MY GOD!" The teacher yelled as he ran in. He saw Jack holding a pocket knife. He grabbed his arm and turned him around to face him. "SEAN WILLIAM MCLOUGHLIN, DID YOU DO THIS?!" He questioned. 

Jack chuckled and gripped his knife tighter. "I'm afraid Sean isn't here." 

"Don't pull that shit on me." The teacher said furiously. "Did you or did you not kill Mark?"

Jack put the knife up to his neck. "Yes, and you're next my friend."