Nocturnal

Too Cool for School

Rex Deprovdechuk walked down the hallways of Galileo High. Not along the sides, not slinking around the edges the way he’d used to with his head hung low, hoping no one would see, wishing he were invisible.

No, not anymore.

Rex walked down the middle of the hall.

He’d heard it on the news that morning. Jay Parlar was dead. Alex Panos and Issac weren’t in school. Maybe they knew what Rex could do. Maybe they would just stay away.

Or, maybe Rex would find them.

He walked with his head high, staring at everyone who looked his way, daring them to make eye contact. These people had all stared at him, talked about him in whispers as he walked by, thought they were so much better than him. They despised him. They treated him like garbage.

But now Rex had friends.

He didn’t know who they were, not yet, but they did what he wanted them to do. They made his pictures come true. They killed his enemies. They gave Rex Deprovdechuk control over life and death.

They gave Rex the power of a god.

So he walked down the middle of the hall. People didn’t exactly get out of his way, but they weren’t knocking him around, either. Did all the other kids know? Did they know that Rex Deprovdechuk — Little Rex, Stinky Rex — could wish them dead? Did they know that if he drew their picture, they were doomed?

He didn’t belong here anymore. He had never belonged here. Fuck school.

Rex headed for the front doors. He’d been here for two hours already, and that was plenty.

Tonight, maybe he’d draw some more people.

Maybe he’d draw Roberta.

Rex was done being a victim. Those days were over. No one was going to hurt him, not ever again.