A boy in a black hood walked in to the school with a group, avoiding the teachers. He interacted with them only enough to know his dorm. The boy walked into his dorm room, and set down a black duffel bag. The room was empty, nearly everyone seemed to be in the cafeteria. The boy threw his hood back, and ran a hand through his black hair. Pulling the hood back down, he looked around the room, empty. He unzipped his bag, and pulled a burned, black book out. He slipped it under his bed, inside the covers. Turning back to the room, he frowned. Something, or someone was in there. He shrugged it off, but kept half an eye out for a disturbance. After unpacking his stuff, he shoved the bag under his bed. The boy unsheathed a wicked looking dagger from under his cloak. Walking up a flight of old stairs, he started to mutter something under his breath. He began to become opaque, with his clothes. He readied his dagger, and slammed open a study door.
"Listen, Dart, you f*****. I am here for two reasons. A. To hone my ability. B. To motherf****** get revenge for what you did to my mother." "I..I'm your father... You can't do this..." "Does it look like I give a flying rats a** who you are? I sacrificed my life to get here, and now, I am going to take yours." "N...No! Get away! NOoo... What?"
The boy had gone near invisible, and stood, just a few inches away from the teachers neck. He slipped the invisible knife around his throat, nearly touching. The boy held his breath, and fell backwards. The knife sliced through the mans neck, and pulled the head off its base. The boy swept the blade through the blood, and wherever the strange metal touched, the blood was sucked from the floor, and left no trace. After completing the task, he stood at the head of the stairs, looking upon what he had done. No blood, just a pale body, and head. Severed and lolling on the tip of a lamp.
The boy walked back down the stairs and laid down in his bed. His once black clothing now had crimson red streaks running through it. It was not blood, he had kept his clothes free of the stains. The red swept through his clothes, in patterns, and red beauty. He rested, with a blade in his hand, that now was inlaid with a ruby like substance.