Chaotic Reign (Open)

[Gareth Rahkier]

Written Entry Septmbr 9 '08 September 9 '08 - 9/9/08 -


Well hell, has it been three months already? That's quite a surprise, I didn't even notice the time go by!

Let's go over a few things to keep this whole journal nice and comprehensible, since last week I grew bored with last month's entries and ripped them out and burned them with my zippo lighter. See, I'm not a very likable guy, especially with you "order" types - you know who you are, you KNOW! You always stare at me with those watery eyes of yours and shake your finger at me like I'm some little boy that needs a lesson. Well... heh, let me tell you, I don't, no no. You may think I need medication, but no again, I don't. You might think I'm fucking crazy, but AGAIN, no I'm NOT.

But that doesn't mean you misunderstand me, because believe me, you're absolutely right about me; I'm the nastiest, creepiest, darkest, scariest piece of meat that you've ever seen in your entire wasted life. You like your rules and your codes of conduct and your society and your government and your way to play, and I don't, and you know just by looking at me that I want to change that. Well you're right, oh my you are, I DO want to change it, I want to change EVERYTHING!

But since you're reading this years later, since that's the only way anyone will ever find my lovely thoughts after I'm through with you all, I might as well tell you why I'm different, why I hate everything society has made itself out to be, why I want the completely opposite, and why I absolutely LOVE being so different from the rest of you damn good people!

So let's start with today, shall we? From here, you'll see everything; how I planned it, who I hooked, who I broke, and how I broke your little world piece by piece... by piece. And how, in the end, I made you love this as much as I do every, single day.

But enough of this crap, let's get to the POINT!

I was making the rounds down at Paragon this morning for a short bit - I think it was third period, since I don't even try to attend classes, like I give a rat's ass about civilization's conspiracy of an "education" anyway - and decided that, after three months of beating up random tough guys and banging horny girls here and there, life in that damned purgatory gets really boring! I mean, the strongest at Paragon clearly love the thrill of violence and a lack of restraint, and the staff encourages them to act all mean and bloody, but then they STILL act like some kind of fucking authority? They even have the nerve to support some Captain title? I'm sorry, but no matter how much you try to satisfy the crowd, I thought it was disgusting how they dip their little school in the cream of Chaos and leave it hanging out to dry in their dreadful orderly world of their own. It's a charade, an insult! A doppleganger to the real thing!

So when I'm passing through one of the Institute's most battered and broken halls and hear a pair of big, though, fake looking guys talking about how 'Awesome it is that their captain is such a beast', well, I just lost it! In my head anyway; I still kept myself looking under control for a few seconds more before I broke out on them.

They were standing together nearby a long row of doorless lockers like some muscle loving gay couple, and when I heard them talk about Tai Yang like he was that black guy running for America's head desk chomper, and I just turned my head to stare at them, and I'm sure it was a pretty nice glare, what with my teeth bared like I WAS crazy - cuz sometimes... maybe I am a little crazy! - and my chest busting outward from the open jacket I always wear to catch the ladies' eyes, and I laughed in my head wildly as they scoffed at me as if I were some hobo on a street corner.

They both mumbled something that I both fail to remember nor cared to hear at the time, and I wasn't even standing around to talk anyway. Just as their little lips moved, I jumped forward and punched one motherfucker right in the nose, breaking the cartilage and making him whirl back into the locker wall holding his poor little limb! I decided the other guy had to be more fun then, because he made some sappy attempt to grab my other arm as I punched his lover's nose inward and tugged me back, but that just made me more inclined to crack the heavy heel of my right boot into his foot and break his big toe! He yelled and bitched, and I didn't waste a second to elbow his Adam's Apple in and make him fall to the ground coughing! And I picked up my boot and hovered it over his head, and watched as he tried to wave his hands in some pitiful attempt to ask for mercy, and laughed in glee as the heel shattered his teeth into his mouth! Oh, my word, it was so lovely to hear that crunch; I just wish it hadn't stained my shoe so badly. God, I had to wipe it all over his nasty little clothes!

I turned my eyes back on the first mofo to see that he was still sitting against the lockers like a pussy, and grinned madly at him as he stared down at his very-nasty-looking friend with this widened look in his eye like he feared that. Oh, but I was right on the money; he didn't fear what I did, he feared ME! And he rightly should, because I was about to have my fun with him too! I knelt down to his level and watched as he cringed at the sight of me, because he knew something was coming, oh yes, he just didn't know what. Sitting there in front of the bloodied face, I held that grin of mine so well, and just stared at him to emphasize just how much I had the power in that situation, how much I was HIS God, how that he should bow to me if he hoped to walk away in one piece, and that he had no hope of compromise.

Too bad for him that I wasn't interested in seeing him beg. I just wanted him broken.

Finally, I had enough wasting time. I grabbed both sides of his head with my hands and held him still, my fingers wrapped across different points of his skull, his eyes wide in terror now, as my breath panted against his broken nose and my stare glared down on him with what I'm sure looked like a terrible monster. And finally, Holding his head still for seconds more, I let him hear my voice.

I said, with my lovely voice, "Yang? YANG?! That little fucking poser gets tossed a bone by the big man upstairs, and you call him great? Oh, no no no... you don't know power boy, not... at... all."

Then I forced his neck to shift in a very awkward angle to the left, making him mumble a bit of pain through his trembling lips, as I kept talking with satisfaction, chapping my lips together a bit, "You see, this shit you call a 'Captain' now, this Yang? He just thinks there's power to that title because the big boss tells him that, and he thinks that just because he's broken a few heads, he can suddenly command every big alpha male in this school! Well no, that's not true, nope. That's a deception, a LIE! A fucking little trick that Principal makes you all believe to play nice in his sandbox, so he can be in control of your little pitiful life. Like I am now! Ha!"

Then I creaked his neck in a new direction that made him yelp.

"No... you see, real power comes from the real level playing field, the one where everyone has nothing and everyone has one chance to survive completely. You know what that is? Hmm? Do you? It's called Anarchy my boy, and it's the greatest feat of freedom and power that this world has ever TASTED! But you see... because of people like you, those that are weak and scheming and pitiful, that world of chaos doesn't exist yet, because you're afraid! You know what will happen to you in that kind of world? You'll die! And so will every weak little leech like you! But the world will be better because of it, oh yes... and people like me will have the power I deserve, the power I want, and the power I will take right... now."

Shifting the fucker's neck farther back into the wall, making him cry with fear and pain and despair now, I glared down at his eyes with a tighter grip than ever before, though I could hardly tell - but I'm sure he could, "So hear this and hear it will maggot! This school is going to have a change - a real change, and not one that lying bastard Calloway led all of those Revelation bitches to believe in! A real change... one that will make this school the ruling capital of chaos and power, and that will make me, and all of the strong, BETTER. Now run along and go tell daddy... so everyone knows who to look for as their leader. The revolution is coming... and I'm its maker. Now GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

Grabbing the boy by the hair and shoving him away across the tiled floor, I watched as he rolled across and scampered back to his feet, whimpering like a child as he stood up in a crawl and bolted away, yelling and screaming with all his might for someone to save him. And I stood up, watching with satisfaction, and grinning madly before finally releasing the bellowing laugh I had all day.

The day was coming, it was all starting. Today, I'd have my chaos, and I've have it my way!

[Aroon Kamsing]

He had merely been walking from an early end to his class (naturally, the Thai had turned in his work, finished, without so much as a blink at the new degree of difficulty set to him. His teacher, unsure on what to do with a student whose grasp may well have been above his own had sent him to the library) when he'd come across the altercation. It didn't concern him, clearly, so he simply stood and watched for the most part, leaning against the wall with his head tilted quizzically to the side.

Apparently, he'd missed the initial confrontation that had spurred everything, but when the antagonising party began to mention his disdain for the 'captain', something in Aroon twitched as a grin emerged on his face. Silently, he watched as he folded his arms over his chest, paying quite close heed to the one doing the talking.

Megalomanictendencyatitsfinest. Helooksprettytough. EuropeanaccentsoundsGerman.

As the other boy tossed aside his captive, he would get back off the ground and run past the Thai, whose eyes would follow him as he passed with interest. That look of fear was quite amusing, if not entirely his cup of tea, but one thing rested to mind for him.

'He wants to get rid of that bastard Yang.'

By now, the odds stood that the taller boy would have seen Aroon leaning against the wall, and at that point he would push off, unfolding his arms and slipping his hands into his pockets idly. Despite the potential for the circumstance, however, there was much testing of the water to be done first and he kept a suitable distance from him as he spoke.

"I believe...."

Shifting his bag, hanging it from his shoulder loosely, he stopped a little away from him and turned to lean against the wall once again.

"That you and I may share a common interest."

The smile had pricked back up on his face, and with his eyes firmly set on the other boy, he waited in patience for whatever response he would be given. The fact he'd made no remark on the prior 'event' would probably serve as something to pique interest in him. If Aroon was honest, however, Paragons violent attitude was just an irritance to him, something that distracted him for the most part. His focus, somewhat singularly, was on his own motive for just now. Flicking his eyes up and down, he began to break down individual factors about the older looking boy, absorbing the information rapidly.

"What say we discuss that?"

[Aden Allett]

Aden’s head glanced over to the scene as he passed by. Class had ended, leaving him heading for his locker to store his supplies. His bag slung over one shoulder he strode through the halls, passing students as they made off on their own little escapades here and there. As he made his way through the hall he found himself stopped by the initial brawl that had sprung itself in the school. How…normal it was to see this. He didn’t know how it started, but it was clear who was winning in the bout of two against one. Aden caught sight of a man already on the floor, clutching onto his bleeding nose, two other students going at it. It seemed to go relatively quick, a stomp on the foot, a jab to the throat, and the second student was on the ground, his face pummeled by the assailants boot. The unknown man made his way back over to the bloodied fool on the ground, kneeling down before grabbing his head with both hands.

Who was this student, seeming familiar from what must have been months off? The student who continued to squeeze on the victims head, working into a rather long speech. He cocked a small grin at the mention of Tai Yang. Another to hold disdain for the current Captain. Wasn’t this becoming regular? So many eyes looked at Tai with anger, rage, jealously, or pure annoyance. It all depended on the personality, but he held few allies compared to those who opposed him. He could see why, the captain fleeing from battles, acting with such a cocky attitude, even Aden found him relatively annoying, holding onto the title of Pillar until someone took it.

Yes, there was no point to the title anymore. The school was the same as ever. Fights still happened all around and the Pillars weren’t doing anything to stop it, minus the odd event from Arlen with lockers. What was the point? People such as Kuni or this man all seemed to want the same thing. A little madness, a little anarchy, and a whole lot of blood shed. Aden had to admit, he was the same. It wasn’t Aden’s job to bring down justice on the students who continued to disrupt the school, no, even Tai yang, himself said that the school would remain the same. It was getting tedious. If this was how things were going to be, there really was no point to the title of captain, especially if someone like Tai held onto it. ’Kuni’s views seemed to have gotten to me.’

But who did we have here? Before him was but a student, vicious and merciless, currently showing his victim who was boss, openly expressing his distaste for Tai Yang and the captainship. His words were thrown into Aden’s mind with glee. Chaos and power were what he liked to hear. This school was becoming dull, a fight here and there was no longer anything amusing, but full on chaos was another story. He could see it now, a battleground for students meaning non-stop bloodshed. People would truly have to fend for themselves. He dreamed of a day like that, Hircine being involved too. A full out war between the school’s would produce the largest impact of chaos one had ever seen and Tai yang didn’t look like he could deliver on that. No, but this familiar man shined in his eyes with respect. Pillarship was losing its flare.

It seemed Aden wasn’t the only one paying attention of the current situation, another student making his way up to the familiar man. “Common interest” is what he spouted, a wide, sadistic grin on Aden’s face as he listened. How intriguing, maybe this would truly introduce the fun he was looking for in this droll playground.
But what was this familiar mans name? He knew he had met him prior to this. Where was it again? The halls, the cafeteria? Oh, the cafeteria, that brought nostalgia. A riot caused by Aden himself was something he would never forget, always looking back with a grin of satisfaction. If only they could incorporate that into everyday life. He snapped his fingers as the thoughts rushed back. Yes, he had met this man before, only once in that riot and he was intrigued then too.

“Gareth Rahkier.”

He said out loud with a smirk. After such a long time, he had wondered if the man remembered him as well. Both seemed to have such fun times on their own that past day. Gareth did come off as a psychotic type, yet almost humorous in his own ways. Aden, with these thoughts in his head, walked forward to the scene, making himself to the two students before him, the second one still unfamiliar.

“It’s good to run into you again; I had wondered why this place seemed so quiet.”

[kuni]

What wonders could come from a Janitor's closet.

Kunioku had been walking down the hallway, gasp, what a shocker. Actually, it wasn't much of a surprise at all. Schools did tend to have alot of hallways, even though this one surprisingly had little classrooms. Upon further investigation though, it would be a simple deduction that since it had no real good students, there wasnt much point in classrooms. How off track you've gotten, Kuni. For shame.

Anyways, the Janitor's closet had been unlocked. Well, not entirely true. Though the door was left open, and unhinged mind you, Kuni did notice that the doorknob was still locked. Did Paragon even have a Janitor? Kuni decided that he would be the new Janitor, grabbing a mop and a cart. He climbed into the garbage compartment, standing in it as he rowed himself down the hallways with mop in hand. It took longer than he thought it would to go down the hallway, but eventually he made it around the corner.

"Ooh another fight! How...predictable." Kuni said to himself, still several yards away from the other bodies. He rowed himself down the hallway more, paying little attention to the fight. The more Gareth talked though, the more Kuni's interest was piqued. He had begun to get distracted enough that he crashed into the lockers. Using the mop as a lever, Kuni pushed himself out of the garbage area, walking the last few feet with mop still in his hand.

"Brutality has become the standard so...that's kind of boring. Buuuuuuut....you seem crazier than me. THAT'S peculiar."