Johnathan sat through the professors class, deciding not to raise his voice or cause a scene, he spoke his name calmly and quietly but inside, Johnathan hated the professor. The mans lack of enjoyment, lack of dedication and lack of empathy made him grind his teeth. The way he spoke so uninterested, calling this class a class for the unlucky. He dug his sharp nails into his leg, having to use every single fiber of his being to keep himself from calling the professor a no good fucking cunt. Out of all the people in the world, his kind were one of the ones Johnathan hated the most. If people like that bastard lived, there was no way that the world would ever live happily, not with pricks like him polluting the joy of the world. His eyes gazed from the corner of the room at the professor with murderous intent. Sitting at the back, the professor of course wouldn't see him, but it was all Johnathan could do without exploding into a violent rage. Silently and endlessly cursing into his head a rhythm of swear words that only a born Irishman could chain together. How dare he treat a transfer student like shit, all he wants is to get this day done so he doesn't have to feel like some form of black sheep. Johnathan made a mental note to talk with the transfer student later when he gets the chance. Johnathan knew what it felt like to feel like you didn't belong. He wanted to make sure that didn't happen to Kazuo. 

Out of the teachers however, Johnathan felt no hatred for Ms. Sasaki. She seemed like a woman who didn't have her head screwed up her arse. Instead she seemed more carefree, happy even. He envied such happiness, but not enough to despise her, he actually liked her. Her first impressions with him were solid. Johnathan smiled, when she spoke, it helped him piss out the rage he felt for the professor, a good breather from holding his breath.

Once kazuo introduced himself, Johnathan gave him a reassuring not and a smile, before the class continued. Listening to how this class was more on field rather than paper work, he didn't know how to handle it. 

([color=0076a3]"Shit..."[/color]) Johnathan thought. ([color=0076a3]"I'm not that great at geography as it is... And i'm not exactly great at fieldwork... But then again, never was good at geography when it came to pen and paper, so maybe i'll have some luck with this. A flick of the coin I suppose. Maybe this time i'll prove to get lucky."[/color])

By the time Johnathan was done thinking this, the teacher had already began walking out of the room. Once the worst teacher of the year left the room, he understood the need to carry the equipment, doing it for the sake of Ms. Sasaki and not Professor Twatlips, picking up some of the equipment himself with care. He may not look strong, and he might not be very fit, but he'd carry it for one good person at least, that was all the motivation he needed. 

[h3]Noon[/h3]

The forest gave him calm. It wasn't a sight he'd willingly see regularly, being stuck as a city boy. The forests around him always did set his heart at ease though. The wind blowing around, the trees and how every single one had some form of unique quality to him. Untouched life, living peacefully until the day monsters like humans come to strip them of their life for their own greedy needs. For now, they live, and live happily among eachother. It sparked a little creativity in the back of his mind, and he smiled. 

Before he could enjoy the time too much, ms. Sasaki spoke up, and his head cocked in the direction of where she was pointing towards. A hole in the ground.

[color=0076a3]"Miss Sasaki... What's so special about this place?"[/color] Johnathan questioned inquisitively, not trying to act smart but with general interest. His answer wasn't given to him however as she was completely enraptured in her writings. 

[color=0076a3]"Okay... I'll ask in a minute then...!"[/color] He sighed, not realizing this was merely the calm before the storm. A long, black hand immediately shot out, in the blink of an eye its alien form snatched Ms. Sasaki, and out of surprise, all Johnathan could do was scream. Frozen with fear it wasn't until Kazuo called out to them that he jumped into action and tried to help pull the teacher out. Before he could say anything else, he was dragged into the hole along with the others...

[h3]Unknown[/h3]

His eyes shot open, and in that moment all he could do was squeal one word, a delayed reaction from when he was being pulled toward the hole. Back then, he was too afraid to speak it, and out of fear the delay caused him to shout, which would no doubt awaken the other people around him. 

[color=0076a3]"NO!"[/color]

Johnathan climbed up onto his feet and stepped back several times before falling back down again, his body shook, his lips quivered, a cold sweat drenched him. Where the hell was he? He wasn't in the forest, he was in the Lower Downtown district! He could tell, he's always went there almost every day as part of his normal routine, how could he not notice? But what made him more scared than the sudden change of scenery was its chaotic destructive transformation and worst of all the alienating sky above. An even black and white. Tears silently streamed down his face. This was alien. This wasn't normal. This was real. It couldn't be fake. 

Johnathan had crawled onto his hands and knees, and could only barely work himself up, out of sheer desire to survive, he stood. And stared at the group, with a look of horror in his expression, he stuttered, unable to speak as he watched the shadowy black entity carry away Ms. Sasaki, eventually the monster disappeared, and all Johnathan could do was whimper like a dog.

[color=0076a3]"M- miss... S- sasaki...?"[/color] He croaked, his face having gone pale, his legs quivered and wobbled, before Kazuo spoke up. Johnathan had to speak up to him.

[color=0076a3]"H- How... How can you be... so... calm? Where are we? Why... miss... sasaki.. why is... she gone... Why.. where... I..."[/color]

Johnathan once again lost his footing and tripped over a metalic object. Causing him to grunt, he fell and looked at the thing he tripped over. A... Crossbow? His hands grasped around it desperately, a box of bolts for some reason neatly by the side. He knew he should question it, but not now. He couldn't pass this tool up. He raised the crossbow up, his aim horrible as his hands shook. He needed to calm down.

[color=0076a3]"Help..."[/color] He squeaked, looking to the others with a pleading gaze. How could he not be afraid? This was too crazy to be realistic! He feared death, and hoped his classmates could help coax his fears.