# School's Academic Office #
Mr. Thomas panted heavily as he entered the office room but he had a victorious grin on his face. He just have to change the results so he can get his money. He took out the results from the locker.
Sadly, for Mr. Thomas, today was not his day.
Mr. Thomas heard the entrance door opening behind him so he twirled around and looked at the person's shadow, and grabbed the knife that was also strapped to his belt. He glared. "Come out right now! I know you are there." He tensed his muscles so he could spring into action at a moment's notice.
Sweat began to pour down Mr. Thomas' temple as laughter began to echo all across the room. It was the kind of laughter that one heard a good joke has been told and it was so good that you had to laugh even if you didn't want to do it. An amused and full of merriment laugh. And it was getting on Mr. Thomas' nerves.
In the darkness, stark blue eyes snapped open and Mr. Thomas gulped and his eyes got wide in fright as a monstrous grin appeared beneath those eyes. The fright turned into disbelief when from
the same darkness walked out Zack, wearing over his clothes a black sweatshirt.
Mr. Thomas frowned in distaste when Zack was fully revealed and he stood up a distance away from him. "It's you. How did you manage to find me?" Mr. Thomas asked with an edge to his voice.
Zack shrugged at him, grin still in place. "I was walking out of Amanda's cafe when I saw you running into the school like mad. I got curious so I followed you," replied Zack easily as he locked eyes with Mr. Thomas.
Mr. Thomas relaxed his stance but he was still scowling at Zack. "So you don't know the reason why I am here right?" He asked slowly as excitement began to bubble up on his stomach. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could kill him and can get even a better reward.
Zack shook his head but he was wearing a teasing grin on his face. "Nope."
Mr. Thomas grinned as he decided to take this golden opportunity. "That's good. It's a relief actually because I have a proposition for you Zack!"
Zack decided to humor him for a few more minutes to see what the man was all about before he got bored of him. "What kind of proposition?" He asked, feigning interest as he contorted his face in confusion.
"Have you ever wondered why most people seem to hate you for no reason?" Mr. Thomas asked with a fake look of concern on his face.
Zack rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Well I know most guys do hate my guts become I get more pussy than them and I've fucked some of their wives and girlfriends but they always seemed to hate me even before that. Do you know why that is?" He asked curiously but in the inside he was grinning gleefully. 'C'mon Thomas. Dig your own grave.'
Mr. Thomas nodded his head in a serious fashion. "I know. Do you know about Rings of Gods? It is said they were made by Gods. A lot of them were fallen on our world because several gods were killed in there internal war. It gives different powers to different individual if you wear them. Our school has many rings that are given to only special students but also in exchange of a lot of money from their parents. But you father had the one of the rarest of the rings. " said Mr. Thomas, in a tone of envy and anger.
Zack for his part widened his eyes but in the inside he was laughing almost insanely. 'Oh father, thanks for making me such a good actor' Zack casted down his eyes as a shocked look appeared on his visage. "So people hate me because of this." said Zack, a downtrodden tone on his voice.
Mr. Thomas shook his head rapidly. "Yeah, you are right. But I know of some people that will really care for you in a place far away from here. What do you say about coming with me?" Mr. Thomas extended his hands towards Zack and smiled kindly at him. Mr. Thomas thought, 'Just come with me and I will kill you when I get a chance.'
Zack slowly walked towards Mr. Thomas and took his hand, smiling thankfully at the white haired man, getting a similar smile from him. But suddenly Zack tightened his hold around Mr. Thomas' hand, breaking it instantly as the bones cracked loudly. Zack grinned savagely as Mr. Thomas' eyes widened in pain and shock. "How about no?"
Zack then gripped Mr. Thomas' forearm, also breaking it due to how strong his grip was, and pulled. Mr. Thomas' scream probably cut his throat as he saw his entire arm being ripped. Blood gushed out like a fountain as tendons and some strips of meat was all that was left of it. His arm was engulfed in black flames before Zack discarded it to the side, letting it get lost in the darkness.
Zack looked at the pool of blood forming at Mr. Thomas' side with interest before spartan kicking him in the stomach. Mr. Thomas' screams of agony were cut short as he flew into the wall, the wall being his stopping point as he crashed into it with a dull thud. He began to whimper as he tried to get the air he lost back into his lungs. The lack of air and the rapid loss of blood was quickly rendering unconscious.
The corrupt teacher weakly looked up to see Zack walking towards him. "I know about that ring. And, you know? I already wore it. But seriously, this ring has given me some immense powers. And I can read your mind because of this and know what you are doing here. I should take you to the headmaster of this university but I have something more suited for you."
Mr. Thomas watched as Zack's cloak rippled momentarily before multiple eyes and mouths with jagged teeth appeared on its surface. The last thing Mr. Thomas saw before darkness claimed him was the ring, ring which color purple, more like evil.