RRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGG!

"Alright, that's it for today then," a bony, stiff woman called out.

"Alright, blah do blah blah blah!" a messy brown-haired boy mocked,

"Issac shut the hell up," the light-brown-haired boy beside him hissed, as he kicked the boy's shin.

"Ah, yes, that's right," the woman reminded herself, "Issac and Carl-"

"Cale," the grey-haired boy corrected her,

"Cale," she said, almost mockingly, "you both need to go to E12, where Ms Elle shall be waiting for you,"

The two boys sighed as they got out of their seats, glaring at their teacher. The brown-haired boy was infamous for harsh and snarky comments towards both the teachers and the students. The light-brown-haired boy was just a tagalong.

You could say they were uptight, stuck-up jerks, assholes, and they'd all be false. They were fairly attractive, and have a couple of masochistic fans that would love for them to choke them. Honestly, Issac's just very introverted, while Cale just wants to have one day without having to heal Issac.

'Issac and Cale: the married couple,' was their nickname. It started when a group of students overheard Issac's mom calling Cale his husband. It's not like they denied it, they just didn't know about it. 

They both came out of the classroom energetically talking about going home. Suddenly, they bumped into Issac’s brother, James Klotho, one of the student council members. 

“Issac, may I have a few words with you?” James asked,

“First of all, we're going through. So get your smug ass out the way.” Issac replied, walking past him,

“No need to be so vulgar. We’re family, after all.” James blocked him, in his smug, fancy uniform,

Issac forcefully pushes past James, earning a few whispers from behind. 

“Hey! Issac, wait for me!”

Cale chases after Issac, pushing past a short girl with green pigtails.

“Sorry!” he yells down the corridor,

RIIINNNNNGGGGG!

Issac slams the door open, startling everyone inside. Cale catches up to him and pulls a chair out of its place. Two older guys approach them. 

“Mind if we sit here?” 

“Sure!” Cale replied, sitting down quickly.

“Didn’t know that younger years could attend this class.”

“Yeah, we’re here because this guy,” Cale pointed at Issac, “-got us here by saying something real snarky to Miss Hammersmith,”

“Like what?”

“Oh, um- like wow, you do look like your mother! and-’

Issac spaced out, closing his eyes slowly, blocking out the noise.

‘ERREEEEEEEEEEEK-‘

His eyes opened only to be greeted by darkness, the screeching fading into words:

‘WHY!? WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU!?’

‘Wha- what?’ Issac called out loud,

But nothing answered.

In front of Issac was a bloodbath. There were corpses torn in half with boiling wounds and black claws that would aggressively burst out of them and evolve into bloodthirsty creatures. All he could hear were the screams and roars of creatures and mortals desperately pleading for help.

Issac trembled violently, only being able to spurt out incomprehensible gibberish.

“Issac? Issac? Are you okay? Issac? ISSAC?”

Issac quickly opened his eyes, looking around hurriedly, panting in a cold sweat, and spotting one of the older guys in a similar state as him.

“Woah, who died?” Cale said jokingly,

“Mind your own business Cale,” Issac hissed

“Ok, Mr A-Grade Asshole, I'm going to let you wallow in your anguish for a while, but after class, we're going to haul you over to a karaoke bar! You're going to have some fun!"

"Anguish? That's a big word for you."

Cale carefully let Issac go and returned to his seat, smirking. He looked over at his friend and sighed noisily. 

Issac's mind was in turmoil the whole day.

 His ears rang constantly. He couldn't focus on anything. Not because of recent events, he struggled to recall what happened in the darkness. It was all a blurry mess to him. He wanted to forget the whole thing but was forced to remember. Cale tried to talk to him, yet was ignored.

The last bell rang, so Issac got up to head out. Cale caught up to him near the school gate.

"Aww, you forget already?" he chuckled, "It's like you've aged 20 years or something,"

"What, you're going to start calling me gramps now?"

"And he speaks!" Cale sighed, "I might as well, seeing you like that. Come on, you're going to sing that sorrow out."

"I'm not in the mood-"

"Sure you are! Let's go!"

Issac was lugged over to the karaoke bar while protesting profusely.

"YOU ARE KING-"

"BADADADADA!-"

While Cale and his other friends were screaming their lungs out, Issac began to relax and search for a song. He would pick just about anything to stop them from singing again (they were shushed five times by the people in the next booth). 

He admitted this was nice.

"Hey, you picked a song yet? Oh! Can I sing it with you?"

"Oh- um, fine, you sing the female part,"

"What do you mean?-"

Issac had picked a nice, quiet song. One he had listened to often.

'1, 2, 3, 4-'

"You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide."

What was happening?

"I know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied."

As Issac continued his verse, his eyes glued to the screen. Cale's thoughts were cluttered, he struggled to think straight (like he ever could,) so he grabbed the nearest drink and chugged.

"Ugh!" He swore. 

The drink was bitter, yet almost sweet. He took another sip, then a bigger one.

'Bit defective,' Cale thought, so he took another swig. 

Then another and another.

The rest was a blur to him.

 The next day, Cale awoke. Just not in his bed.