The bus rocked lightly. Everyone else was relatively calm, they had their own circumstances, but most had ridden a bus before. Seiken however, was not most people. The oddity, even by the standards of this odd place- he had come here because of his now passed adoptive fathers last wish- but it had been beyond a bit of "culture shock". To a boy that had been raised in a cage, and then int he plains of western rural Africa- this place was too loud. Too complicated. But above all else- it was too tight.
Seiken felt like he was being caged in, this bus was too tight. Everything was too tight. Too small. He couldn't get out easily, he couldn't escape when one of them tried to attack him, he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't. It was never ending anxiety and fear, clawing at his throat- demanding he rip the wall open, flee, escape. He knew he was hyperventilating, but he couldn't slow his breath down, a panic attack. That was the worst thing that could happen to him right now, if he panicked, if he went beyond the barrier, the beast would take over.
Good luck being a hero when he was wanted for manslaughter.
He couldn't halt his breathing, and it was rapidly getting out of control- he wasn't a small person. The people around the massive young man could see him shaking, could hear the metal bending around his hand as his catlike pupil's dilated slowly. This was a school for oddities, however, and one man confidently stepped forward from where he had been watching over everyone- his hand extending to gently take his shoulder. He meant well. But the last thing you did to a wild animal in fear, was try to touch it.
Seiken's hand shot out faster than a snakes strike, superhuman, fearful, well beyond anything a normal human could even dream to dodge. The man made a noise of surprise as those animal-like eyes stared into his own, like a great cat, a predator that had found its prey. His lips curled back, revealing a mouth full of pointed teeth, and saber like fangs. A low hiss extended from his lips, and the man froze- uncertain what he was dealing with suddenly as he felt the massive hand that held him begin to slowly extend claws of a predator. Kill. Kill before he was killed. They were going to hurt him. He could feel it, he knew. No one was going to help him here.
The beast was taking over. Fear. Someone was going to touch him. Hurt him. He heard it, every heartbeat, every breath, he could see the droplets of sweat forming from his pores, his heightened senses increasing his already terrible anxiety tenfold. A small part of him cried for help, for someone to stop him before the beast completely took over. But who was he kidding?
No one ever helped. He didn't deserve help. He was a monster. The only good thing that may come from this was that after it was over after he was coated in blood all over again- they may finally put him out of his misery, and kill him. Something he was too much a coward to do himself.
Seiken felt like he was being caged in, this bus was too tight. Everything was too tight. Too small. He couldn't get out easily, he couldn't escape when one of them tried to attack him, he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't. It was never ending anxiety and fear, clawing at his throat- demanding he rip the wall open, flee, escape. He knew he was hyperventilating, but he couldn't slow his breath down, a panic attack. That was the worst thing that could happen to him right now, if he panicked, if he went beyond the barrier, the beast would take over.
Good luck being a hero when he was wanted for manslaughter.
He couldn't halt his breathing, and it was rapidly getting out of control- he wasn't a small person. The people around the massive young man could see him shaking, could hear the metal bending around his hand as his catlike pupil's dilated slowly. This was a school for oddities, however, and one man confidently stepped forward from where he had been watching over everyone- his hand extending to gently take his shoulder. He meant well. But the last thing you did to a wild animal in fear, was try to touch it.
Seiken's hand shot out faster than a snakes strike, superhuman, fearful, well beyond anything a normal human could even dream to dodge. The man made a noise of surprise as those animal-like eyes stared into his own, like a great cat, a predator that had found its prey. His lips curled back, revealing a mouth full of pointed teeth, and saber like fangs. A low hiss extended from his lips, and the man froze- uncertain what he was dealing with suddenly as he felt the massive hand that held him begin to slowly extend claws of a predator. Kill. Kill before he was killed. They were going to hurt him. He could feel it, he knew. No one was going to help him here.
The beast was taking over. Fear. Someone was going to touch him. Hurt him. He heard it, every heartbeat, every breath, he could see the droplets of sweat forming from his pores, his heightened senses increasing his already terrible anxiety tenfold. A small part of him cried for help, for someone to stop him before the beast completely took over. But who was he kidding?
No one ever helped. He didn't deserve help. He was a monster. The only good thing that may come from this was that after it was over after he was coated in blood all over again- they may finally put him out of his misery, and kill him. Something he was too much a coward to do himself.