Somehow he had gotten used to this place. The variety of students and staff, the safety, the freedom. Maybe that was why he liked it so much. The school ignored his past. They made sure nothing tracked him down and that his days of running from both rival gangs and police were long over. He had a chance to relax, to make a difference in other people's lives. Mostly, on his own life. It was a nice change of pace, one that took him a long time to adjust to, but he managed to do it.

That wasn't to say that he was looking forward to this. The mornings were always hectic, he always got looks from students that wasn't sure whether or not to approach the handsome devil. It was best to stand clear of the dark haired brute. James believed the students always asked the most idiotic of questions or just turned away from him in terror. Only to find out he would teach them a good lesson of hierarchy for the year. James was in charge of campus. Which meant he dealt the most with the school's students. Taught them the proper way of keeping on eye on the teachers and the dangers that lurked beneath things. Of course, having a little side business of tasty 'candy' never hurt him.

Blood rushing through ears, air into lungs, his knuckles smacking the face of a junior. He hit hard and fast enough so that his ears rang, he struggled for breath, his arms hurt, and he got that heady, light-as-air feeling, he'd become so addicted to. James pushed the envelope, between what a person could or could not do, harder, depending on the day. Today, he was booking it. Adrenaline was the only thing he was still going on. Plus, it was a perfect lesson to teach the loser to never touch what was his; [i]Laurel Shay Knight[/i].

Laurel had capture the heart of this bad boy, the moment she walked through the school's entrance. The girl was a vision of pure loveliness, at least she would be if she didn’t look so wicked. Her thick hair was a mixture of chocolate and tints of gold and the tresses frame a face that he knew you couldn’t get unless God Almighty smiled down on him. However, it did not stop him from trying to earn the love of his goddess.

James released junior's collar a little bit as he lean closer to the boy's face to speak. "I do not want you no where her, understood? Next, I won't be so grateful." The bruised up junior nodded his acceptance, and the bad boy dropped him completely before he escape down the school's corridor.

The bell that signified the ending of second period rang out across the school campus, drawing the attention of James. James did not have class this morning, giving him the leisure to mess around. James knew his work activities were coming to an end, as he had classes with chemistry and biology. James sighed and reached into the inside of his uniform, pulling out a red handkerchief and begin to clean the blood of his hands while students walked to class. 

Suddenly, without warning the entire school had taken on a strange, eerie silence, and James felt the change of air around him. James released a single breath, uncertain on the drastic change of atmosphere.

"[b]All the teachers are gone![/b]"
 
A confused student popped his head out of the doorway of his classroom, staring at James as though he had an answer to some unknown question, then another student appeared, and another, until the hall became ablaze of voices on what had just occur. Without another thought, James pushed his way passed the increasing crowded hall, seeking for some sort of missing puzzle. 

[b]"Do you know what's going on?"[/b]

[i]"The phones are not working!"[/i]

[b]"My brother's gone! He was sitting right next to me and-"[/b]

[i]"I'm getting kind of scared. no one's phone's working, and I can't get online.."[/i]

James hadn't noticed the students were leaking into the halls until he glanced behind his shoulder. He meet with frighten young faces, adding into his own swelling fear. A building of trouble teens, it would not take long before chaos begin to surfaced. 

"Enough," James irritated tone echoed off of the marble walls, impatience tracing his determined features. "Everyone head to the fuckin' cafeteria." 

All students' eyes fell upon him, confusion covered each one of their young faces. No students dare to move, uncertain if they were next in line to vanish. He needed a way to control the large populace now, and fear seemed as good a choice at this moment.

James stifled a sigh. "Now!"

A few students took a few steps towards the direction to the campus' cafeteria, soon small hordes began to moved while others went to collect their things inside the classroom. 

The dark haired brute passedhis fingers through his hair, wondering on what the fuck was going?