Havik is a guy with major anger issues. He doesn't let people in; instead he becomes destructive and violent to frighten them off. People are nothing to him. However, love has a funny way of changing things when Havik becomes unexpectedly close to a...
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For the rest of that day, I didn't see Havik, not at lunch, not in the halls or any class I share with him. Personally, I believe he just went home, angry and humiliated by my rejection, but I know that eventually I would be confronted again. The way he acted... It was frightening how desperately he tried to pursue me. I can't imagine him leaving it at that. So, the next day at school when I saw him at his desk, I kept my head down, though I felt those eyes burning into the back of my skull. I took up Mr. Larson's offer to stay in at lunch then, and was thankfully, not approached, so maybe I was wrong, I thought. Maybe he realized I wasn't going to love him...
Then, the next day came, and dad received an odd phone call from the school early in the morning. School was canceled for the next three days. It was an automated message, so we didn't get a reason why, but who was I to complain about a little time off? I still hadn't told dad about what happened yet. I plan to, of course. I just don't want him to go on a crazy rampage. It'll be reasonable for him to be pissed off, but it would probably best to find a way that doesn't end in him strangling the boy. Not long after he left for work, I settled down on the couch to watch some TV. That's when I saw it, the reason school wasn't happening today, and it was bone-chilling. It was video footage of the outside of the building on the news that caught my attention, then came the report.
"Breaking news coverage from outside of Fields High School where, this morning, one of the janitors found the deceased body of a seventeen-year-old girl inside of a supply closet." The reporter moves his mic over to one of our janitors, an old man with grey hair and a baseball cap who looked severely shaken by what he had seen. He takes a moment before stuttering into it, eyes wide in permanent terror.
"I- I- I was just going to grab a broom, and she was laying there, slumped over on the floor. She was covered in vomit, her arm was badly bruised, and she was entirely swelled up, like she had a bad reaction to something. I- I don't know what could've happened." My chest only sunk further when a picture came on screen of the girl they were talking about, recognizing her instantly.
"The body has been identified as Dorothy Lindsay Wells. Local authorities revealed to us that the likely cause of death was from a severe allergic reaction to a bite caused by a highly venomous spider. The school has been shut down for a few days while fumigations are underway to ensure the pest will not cause another misfortunate event to happen to any other students or staff. A memorial will be held for Dorothy at St. Agnus' Church on—" The words fell silent after a while, my eyes bugging out of my head in disbelief. Not only was this frightening, but another thought that popped into my head made it so much worse, after all...
Who else do I know that owns a variety of insects and arachnids?
Maybe it was a wild assumption; after all, it was a spider bite and spiders are everywhere, but this... No part of this sat right with me. It was too coincidental that it was Dorothy who died, that it was a spider that killed her.
'No way. It's crazy to think that, right? I mean... He... He couldn't have. I'm just being paranoid... Right?' My hands shook, regardless, at the thought.
'What am I doing? I'm accusing him of murder!' If it was so wrong to think it, however, why wouldn't it leave my head? Could it actually be? I mean, if he would've... Possibly... Wouldn't it have been something more violent? A spider bite is just too bizarre. Am I horrible for thinking this way?
That's... That's all it was supposed to be... A cruel joke to get back at her for interrupting their conversation and spreading word about his affections with Y/N in that classroom, a way that wouldn't result in him slamming a fist into her face so that he wouldn't be kicked out of school for fighting again. It was just to make her scream.
Well, she did for a little while.
He had brought that brown recluse he found with Y/N out in the woods and tossed it onto her shoulder when he caught her alone after school after she was finished with a club she was in. She screamed and flailed, crashing into the wall. She scared it, and so, it bit her, then she started swelling up as she swiped it off of her, allowing the spider to retreat down the halls. All he did was stand there as she begged him to help her, as she vomited and convulsed, coughed and cried. He... Killed her. So then, why didn't he feel anything about it?
He was shocked, he wouldn't lie. He knew there was a risk that it would bite her, but didn't expect such a powerful reaction. As a researcher of bugs and arachnids, it was fascinating to see just how damaging a little thing like that could be. It was quite a rush. It almost felt satisfying. He's sure he even smiled. After all, that's what she deserved. She had no right to interrupt them, let alone talk about them. What did she know? Nothing. It made him wonder who else deserved to be eliminated. He could think of a few names off the top of his head, but for now, he would see how this one went. He doubted he would be traced. There were no witnesses and no evidence that this was anything more than a horrible mishap with a spider.
It was a shame, though, that it costed him the brown recluse that he and his dear butterfly had collected. She had found that spider for him, of course he treasured it, but it was for a good cause. It was relieving to him after hearing there were no suspicions of foul play on the news, however, it was disappointing, knowing he'd have to wait a while before seeing Y/N at school again. She clearly wasn't visiting him at the woods anymore. How dare she? After he poured his heart and soul to her, she just ignores him? That wasn't going to fly, not with him, not when he felt so impatient to hold her again, to touch that soft skin and kiss those plump lips.
'She just hasn't realized her feelings for me yet, right?' He deluded himself. He believed he could still catch her in his web. This wasn't over. How could he release her when she's just so tantalizing? He felt deprived without her mouth on his, without her skin between his teeth. He couldn't help being a little rough once alone with her. It felt so good to him. How could she not feel the same amount of infatuation? He needed her, he craved her. It was agonizing. She had to be his. He would make sure of it, no matter what got in his way.
