the rest of Chapter one Woodsdale High (violence)

He almost got up, when Flicker's tail dragged him down. Her eyes no longer were the sweet eyes when you got reminded about running in the halls; they were slits. A wide toothy grin spread her giggle almost manic. She planted her foot in his face, the crunch was sickening, the scream cut off immediately, she smiled, repeating it 7 more times before finally ripping off his head and biting into it. Millie saw everything, she backed up as Flicker turned around, her back hitting Rox, he wore an SC jacket. His expression was unreadable, it usually was. He growled and kicked her down. She was dead. She didn't have a chance to scream before Rox stabbed her repeatedly with a fountain pen. After he was done. Flicker wrapped her arms around his shoulders "Roxxy," she said gingerly "will you be a good boy and help me clean this mess up?" Rox blushed, his nose piercing glimmered in the light as he looked away "o-of course, Flicks" he stuttered. The heavy, metallic scent of blood quickly filled the narrow hallway, mixing with the sharp aroma of fountain pen ink. Flicker let out another soft giggle, her tail twitching with residual adrenaline as she tightened her embrace around Rox’s shoulders. She rested her chin near his collarbone, her slit-like eyes scanning the horrific scene with absolute satisfaction. "You're always so dependable, Roxxy," Flicker purred, her manic energy smoothing out into something deceptively sweet. Rox kept his eyes strictly glued to the tiled floor, trying to ignore the chaotic racing of his own heart. The contrast between his tough, unreadable student council exterior and the burning blush spreading across his cheeks was stark. He shifted uncomfortably under her touch, his hand still tightly gripping the stained fountain pen. "W-whatever," Rox muttered, his voice dropping an octave as he tried to regain his usual composure. He carefully stepped over Millie's unmoving form, his boots leaving faint, crimson footprints on the floor. "We need to move fast. If Miss Cabnit or anyone else from the faculty wanders out of the art room, a simple hall pass isn't going to cover this." Flicker pulled away with a theatrical sigh, stepping backward into the center of the corridor. She wiped a stray drop of blood from her cheek with the back of her hand, smearing it across her pale skin. "Oh, don't worry about Miss Cabnit. She knows better than to question the Student Council's... disciplinary methods. But you're right. A messy hallway is bad for school morale." She glanced down at Apple’s remains, then over to Millie. The hallway was dead silent now, save for the hum of the overhead fluorescent lights. Rox reached into his student council jacket, pulling out a heavy-duty roll of plastic disposal bags and a canister of industrial chemical cleaner he always kept on hand for 'emergencies.' He tossed a pair of rubber gloves toward Flicker, which she caught with a swift, playful swipe of her hand. "Grab the feet," Rox said, his stutter completely gone now that he had a task to focus on. He knelt by Millie, his expression hardening back into his signature unreadable mask, though his gaze flickered back up to the girl beneath the lampshade every few seconds. Flicker skipped over to Apple, her mood completely detached from the violence she had just committed. "On it! Teamwork makes the dream work, right Roxxy?" As they began dragging the evidence toward the janitor's closet at the end of the hall, the heavy wooden door of the art room creaked open just an inch. Miss Cabnit's closed eyes peered through the crack, her straight-line smile returning to her face as she noticed the hallway was finally clear of underachieving students. She quietly clicked the door shut, leaving the two student council members to finish their grim duties in peace.