"What is this stuff?" The boy scraped the green sludge off his hand and threw it to the ground where his desk once stood, where it collected in to a heap of sludge. I'll get him. He will suffer. The boy glared down to his hands, which minus a few spots were otherwise clean, No he won't his conscience interjected, Shut up, you annoying little imbecile. I'll do what I want, and I don't need your permission to do it. His mouth curled up revealing his teeth as he menacingly snarled towards his hands, Oh I don't do I? Perhaps you've forgotten how this works. Maybe I should refresh your memory. The boy raised his hand and positioned it so the claws pointed forwards into a dangerous circle that could rip through bone like butter, trying to physically threaten his own mind On second thought you'll probably kill someone before I manage to. Your lucky you have me or you'd be dead long ago. The boy spat on the ground, adding to the pile of filth littering piling in front of him. Realizing what his conscience was implying the boy quickly got up, and began to panic, "No, I won't let you!" He yelled, turning to run to the door.
He didn't get a step in before he collapsed onto the floor on his knees. It looked as though he was going to throw up as he rocked back and forth. Then, inexplicably a brilliant royal purple of light erupted from the opening of his hood. It burnt intensely for a short time, causing some of the surrounding students to cover their eyes. Then, just as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. The boy stood up, clapping his hands together to get rid of some of the trash that had collected on them from the ground. He yawned stretching his arms out and stretching. He turned to go and grab the shattered remains of his desk that lay in pieces across the room so he had something to do his work on at the very least. As he crossed the room dodging craters and desks he received some foul looks from his students.Until he lowered his hood, causing some of the dirty looks to turn into ones of shock. In place of the bizzare blue hair and lethal red eyes, his features reversed. In place of the red eyes that shot daggers were blue eyes of the deepest ocean blue that radiated warmth and happiness, and in place of the odd blue hair that covered his head his hair had turned to a burning red that hung low to either sides of the mouth that was permanently stuck in a sneer or insane smile, that now showed a small pleasant smile of one who'd cause no harm. Still giving off his warm smile he crossed the room to grab his desk. "Man does it ever get hot under that hood." He stood with the broken pieces of his desk under him, "Let's see, I'll just..." He reached down and grabbed one of the pieces, hauling it over his shoulder, a rather odd struggle compared to the amazing feats of strength that initially lead to the desk breaking. With an effort he managed to haul the piece to where he sat attempting in vain to stick it in the green pile of muck in front of his chair. After some time he managed to stick it in and took his seat, feeling quite proud of himself, I hate you His conscience spat at him, which just led to him trying to hide a small smile.
