Post by AdminRhea on Feb 21, 2011 14:24:38 GMT -5
Tavish Coatsley paced his office, occasionally glancing out of the window where the barren trees blew. He was in a terrible mood today...last night he'd had dreams of Molly and woke up chewing his own fingers. The lab loomed in the distance...he hoped that there was some little bleeder in there suffering. Thinking of it made him a little less bad-tempered; other peoples' pain usually did. He could see the empty, listless garden with its dead roses. Tavish really did like those roses...pity they were crumbling. Maybe someone should plant more to kill.
The headmaster was a tall man with an imposing face and an attitude to match. He'd seen the graffiti on the walls of the girl's bathrooms; they all thought he was good-looking, and that suited him just fine. Better they be unaware that he was a vicious psychopath. That is, until they had to know...but, then, no-one had to know except Gabrielle. Everyone else was too frightened of him to questions his methods. He had been chosen for this position because of that very ruthlessness...these children never stood a chance, if they had before. His own mother had ceased to care whether he lived or died. The poor woman was confused, tried to throw him off a bridge, saying that he was a demon. Well, she'd have saved a lot of lives if she'd succeeded, but she wasn't even competent enough to do that. He was just fished out of the water and sent into foster care, where he'd suffered numerous other indignities before his escape. If someone had sent him to a place like this they'd be doing the world a favor.
Sighing, Tavish took a sip of tea and sat on the edge of his desk. No need to let himself get all worked up. This would be a fine day, with confused and doomed students arriving by the minute. Yes, a perfectly good day, with perfectly good suffering. He couldn't let it go to waste, so he opened the window and let in a chilly draft. He inhaled, smiling. Perfectly ghastly!