Sighing, he grabbed the needle and stabbed it into himself. He twitched as it happened. "I feel nothing different... my head hurts..." He murmured, banging his head into the wall.
I winced every time he hit his head on the wall. "Y-you're not suppost to feel anything. The poison was made to be harmless..." I murmured, trailing off as I saw someone look through the small window on the door.
He stared at the person in the window, pulling out his knife, a lot larger than his compass. He pointed the knife at the bunny. "What is that?" He asked, laughing, opening the door, staring at the person.
Giggling, he attempted to stab the boy in the shoulder, wanting to cut him open. He laughed, his school uniform covered in blood. "Oh, I hope so." He smiled at the bunny.
Whimpering, I slid over to a corner, curling up in a ball as I sat down.
The boy continued to run, but slipped on a stray binder, causing him to fall and break his nose. Ignoring the pain, he turned to the older boy. "Who are you!? What have you done to Lulu!?" He growled, slowly backing away.
"Oh, I've done nothing..." He giggled at him. "The question is... what will happen to you?" He laughed, pushing the knife across the boys mouth. He attempted to drag the boy back to the biology room, laughing. "Laaaa laaa laaaa...." He sung like a child, giggling to himself.
He giggled, eventually passing the room with the bunny girl, the boy in sight from the window. He reached the biology room, opening the door, the still alive student bleeding on the floor sobbing somehow, her black hair covering her face, as he attempted to put the boy on the table.
I jumped up as I saw Daniel being dragged to the biology room. I quickly ran after them. "A-ash! P-please stop! Remember our deal!" I sobbed. Afraid to get any closer to the boys, I knelt down besides the girl. "I-I'm going t-to try and stitch you up now, o-okay?" I whispered to the girl. I started to place her organs back inside of her, quickly stitching up her wound.
"Oh, but I can just torture him as you sleep! I'll drag you outside, and then rip him apart!"
The girl sobbed as her wounds were stitched and her insides were stuffed back into her. She attempted to mutter thank you, but her tongue was full of cuts so she couldn't speak properly.
"Then I'll just not sleep... Please let him go... If you refuse, I'll just have to stitch your eyes up..." I murmured, holding up the needle, now covered in the girl's blood. My hood covered my eyes as I spoke to him. I started to move the hair from her face, my fingers gentle on her skin. "My name is Lulu..." I murmured to her.
Name: Beatrice "Bea" Everett
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Can be over dramatic at times, hates swearing and offended easily. Loves sewing and taking things apart to see how they work. Is sensitive about her farmer upbringing, bad with electronics and has a phobia that bothers her often.
Pairings: Undecided.
Other: N/A
Ref:
Beatrice, keeping on guard and not exactly sure what to expect, was walking around the halls, trying to look for an exit and being as quiet as she can.
One of my hoodie's bunny ears twitched, and I turned towards the door. I slowly stood up, creeping towards the door. Quietly stepping out, I saw a purple haired girl stepping around the corner. I sunk into the shadow of the doorway.
Beatrice continued tip-toeing the hallways, completely unaware of the figure. At this point, she kept in mind the pair of scissors in one of her pockets encase she needed it.