The Professor

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"Beauty... What is it? Define it. That is all. I expect it by next class." The professor nodded, and slowly the students shoved their way out of the classroom, a tidal wave of noise and laughter that seemed to suddenly erupt as the bell rang.2

"Professor?" Slowly she walked up to the front of the classroom, ignoring the jostling from the other students, who were in a hurry to leave. He ignored her, facing the black board, sweat collecting on his brow, "Professor? Professor, I need to ask you about the homework."3

"Y-yes?" He asked, his voice strained, turning around, he looked into her eyes, the last thing he saw before darkness took over, and he was plunged into the land of death.4

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"Daddy? Daddy, daddy, what.... What did you do? Why isn't mommy moving? Daddy? DADD--" The little boy's shriek was cut off, his throat suddenly surrounded by a ring of light. The fibers cut into his neck as a low laugh echoed through the room.6

"You have no daddy, and you have no mother. Just like me."7

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She looked over the professor, a smile gracing her perfect face. Lying on the floor, his body still twitching, she looked over at the door, and willed it to shut. Obliging her, it closed, the echo ringing across the drafty room. 9

"Now you will sleep, and in that sleep.... Dream. I will you to dream, to dream like I never could." Sneering, she spit on his now motionless body, and turned, her docs squeaking on the linoleum floor. Assuming the innocent look she had approached him with, she willed the door to open, and walked out, tears streaming down her face, hysterical.10

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"No, gods! Please, stop, no, stop!!!!" The girl's whimpers of protest were muffled by the pillow he placed over her face. Ramming, nonstop, he filled her, he killed her. Her pain was unending, grabbing her arms, squeezing her until she felt like she would burst, he never let up, "please...."  12

He laughed, and continued to pour into her, until she slowly left, the hate and anger in his eyes filling her soul until....13

She left.14

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"OH MY GOD, SOMEONE, SOMEONE, PLEASE, HELP ME!!" Running, screaming down the hall, the girl in docs collapsed on the floor. No one was around. Laughter bubbled into her. It appeared her display had been for nothing. Slowly trailing back to the classroom, she ran her fingers alone the lockers. Each locker held a different story, several different stories. Pain, collected over the years. She smiled, a slow, deliberate gesture. 16

She willed a set of lockers to open, and looked at herself in a mirror that hung conveniently in one. Mousy brown hair turned raven's wing black, gray watery eyes became a sharp jade green. Shifting into her prefered shape, she mentaly ripped the doors off their hinges, and left them in a chipped blue pile of metal on the cold floor.17

Making her way back to the classroom, she stopped to pick up a piece of paper she found lying on the floor. Ripping it, she heard a scream in the distance. It was amazing what you could accomplish with a little will power. She entered the room, and sat on top of the desk next to where the professor lay.18

"Well professor, this is me doing my homework. You wanted beauty, well, pain is beauty. And dreams are pain, so now you will live all the pain in the world. Feeling your almost dead body suffer.... Is the most beautiful thing in the world." She looked down at his glassy eyes, and willed life back into him, trapped between life and death, his soul traveled across the one common thread that connected people. Pain, hurt, desperation, all evil feelings. 19

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"NOOOOO"21

"STOP, STOP!!!!'22

"someone? anyone?"23

"FUCK YOU, JUST... JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!! leave me alone...."24

"hahahahahahHAHAHhahahHEHEHhehehHAAA"25

"oh gods, no, no, please, be alive, oh, no, don't die... don't die!!!'26

Voices assailed him, trapped in a spider's web, he couldn't move, images and feelings impaled him. He fell pray to desire, he wanted to hurt. He didn't know what was going on, a rush of lights blinded him, and he only felt the desire for more. He had a vauge sense that someone else was in charge, that someone else was controlling him. He knew that he didn't really want pain, but, he did. He wanted to hurt, he wanted to make people hurt.27

So he did. He lived every painful moment since the world began, and he became them. He became hurt, he created hurt. He was no longer the eager college professor, he was no longer the human man who he used to be. He was everything that was horrible. Lying on the floor of the same classroom he had taught in for twenty years, he slowly gave up on life, and became the soul of hell itself.28