(Alex's POV)
"Dad!" I see my father, Lucifer, standing near the wall holding Jack to the wall by his throat. Jack can't breathe. He's struggling and suddenly his body goes limp as he slips from consciousness. I lunge forward and knock my dad to the side and I catch Jack before he can hit the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you!? What did he do to you?" I take Jack's body to the back of the room and lay him down on the table before taking off my hoodie and laying it under his head. Then I grab my father by the hair and drag him out of the room, getting more and more pissed off as we get closer to the door. "What the fuck are you doing? Let me go damnit!" He struggles to get free from my tight hold on his hair. "Want me to let go? Okay." I throw him out the door and into the wall on the other side of the hallway and the sound of him hitting echoes down the halls. My father and I talk then I finally get him to leave. I growl in frustration at the events that just took place as I go back into the room. What the hell is his problem? Doesn't he have anything better to do? I'm so sick of him. He's lucky to have left with his life. Lucifer may be my father, but I hate him with a burning passion. It's why I moved out of that literal Hell hole. "Hey." I jump slightly, scared shitless. "Oh fuck. You're up sooner than I thought you'd be." I sighed in relief that it was just him. After talking for a bit, I leave to go nap. I walk up to the roof where I sit on the edge and look out at the beautiful scarlet and yellow landscape reflecting on the calm lake. I lay back and feel the warmth of the breeze and fall into a gentle slumber. *BANG...BANG*
"Fuck!" I jump up and scan my surroundings and my stomach drops when I see what caused the noise. My eyes landed on that blonde bitch with the now pink blouse, "Claire." She had swung the door open when she came out and shot at me, but missed and hit the roof next to me. She has a pink semi-automatic M1911 aimed at my chest with a wide smile on her face showing all of her obnoxiously white teeth. I should be afraid, but I'm not. Instead, I smile slyly because I see something she doesn't. He is standing behind her. Jack has my personal favorite gun to the back of her head, a .357 Magnum caliber revolver, the Colt Python. He smiles wickedly as he says, "Do us both a favor and either put the gun down, or turn it on yourself and blow your damn brains out." To my surprise, she drops the gun and kicks it to the side. He moves around and picks it up still holding the revolver to her head. "Good girl. Now get going before I put a bullet in you just for fun." She runs away with tears in her eyes and Jack walks up to me. "You alright Alex? She didn't get you anywhere did she?" I look myself over before replying, "Nah. I'm all good. Luckily for me, she has terrible aim." He sighs in relief "Okay good. I would've had to go put the bitch down." I roll my eyes, "Well now we're even." He looks at me and says, "I guess so. Not why I did it though. I was actually looking for you and I heard them talking about how you were up here and you were going to get what you deserved." I look at him and with a serious tone, I say, "You should probably stay away from me though. Being around me will only bring you more trouble. My dad did already try to kill you today." He walks over to me and says. "Nah, I think you're stuck with me until you kill me. Plus, you know you want to see how long I can survive this little sick and twisted game disguised as school. This is a school for those who can kill. The weak won't survive. I'm sure you've realized all of that though. It's all a sadistic little game that God is watching from a distance and laughing his twisted ass off." I sigh and sit down. "Yeah, I've had my theories about this place, it's purpose, why I came. I guess it's because I wanted a taste of the chaos. I wanted to fulfill my bloodlust, my desire for watching blood spill by my own hand." Why did I tell him that? It's like I'm running on auto-pilot. "In all honesty, I want to lead the winning side of a war and that war is coming. You should go home to Earth and stay there where you'll be safe" What are you saying? Stop fucking telling him that shit. You don't even really know the dude and you're telling him shit that you try to deny to even yourself. He probably fears you. He probably wants to slay you like the monster you are. He cuts in on my thoughts, "I can't go home. I'll help you win the war. I'll stay by your side and fight. I have one question though." Shocked, I look at him like he's insane, "What would that be?" He looks me in the eyes, full of intrigue. The one question I shouldn't give the answer to, the question that stops my whole train of thought and makes me freeze up, "What are you?"