"They're all gonna laugh at you!"
"A howl of laughter could be heard coming from the very back of the crowd, it was one of Tord's annoying friends that followed him around every where, probably patryk. It broke through the stunned silence and began a chain reaction of giggles among the crowd, all directed at the boy covered head to toe in pigs blood standing on the stage.
Jon stood there horrified, clenching his eyes tightly, he could feel the wet warmness of it and smell the metallic stink of it as it dripped down his nose. It was too cruel, this could not be real. It was too evil even for jon's class mates, who had already proved themselves to he evil as could be through their years of torment. This was just too hard to imagine, Jon froze there, hoping that if he could just keep his eyes shut he could pretend none of this was happening, but that became harder and harder the more his classmates began to laugh, forcing Jon to finally open his eyes and face the reality right in front of him.
His bloody hands trembled in shock, tears began to form in Jon's eyes as he started to hyper ventilate. His eyes darted back and forth between his body and the laughing students, no matter where he looked there was nothing but humiliation.
The only voice that wasn't laughing or gasping in horror was Matt's, who had taken to the stage to yell in Jon's defense.
He had only taken Jon to the prom for Edd's sake, since he had been so upset about the "bathroom incident" he thought asking his friend to do him a solid and take Jon to prom would help relieve his guilt a little and give Jon some much needed happiness. It wasn't easy to convince him, but Edd wore Matt down till he accepted, and despite being forced to come, Matt had to admit he was actually having a fun time, and even felt a little sorry for Jon that it wasn't a "real date". After spending all evening with Jon he couldn't just stand by and let everyone laugh at him, he had to jump on stage and usher him away, he even took his suit jacket off to cover him up. Just when he opened his mouth to speak some words of encouragment though, a metal bucket from the rafters fell down and hit him straight on the head. Matt jerked to the ground, sprawling himself out on the stage and closing his eyes. Jon gasped and bent down to check his head but the crowd continued to laugh, unaware that just moments from now Matt would he dead from the blunt force trauma.
One of the many snickering voices stopped though, and muttered a soft "Matt?". Jon looked around for the mysterious voice before finally looking up at the rafters and seeing two hooded figuires in red and blue scamper away off of one of the platforms above. Of course it was Tord and Tom, who else would it be?
Jon covered his face in frustration, determined to not let his classmates see his tears. He jumped off the stage and began to run through the crowd.
Everyone looked so wonderful, the boys wore fantastic tuxedos with pretty little flowers on the lapels and the girls dressed in full on ball gowns with shiny stilleto's like they were princesses straight out of a story book, and then there was jon. Hystereically sobbing, covered in animal blood, and being viciously mocked. Some of the boys even started to chant "plug it up" which then eventually turned into almost everyone chanting it.
Jon hated them all, he hated them with a thousand times the vitriol that they hated him. through watery eyes he could see a blonde adult running towards him with opened arms, but Jon ignored him, he didn't need any fake sympathy. He needed to get out of there. Running through the crowd the students side stepped him like he had the plauge, "Good" jon thought "at least they aren't-" he fell on his face, tripping over some ones out stretched leg. He trembled and winced at the pain but just continued to crawl, half expecting some one to kick him while he was down.
Finally reaching outside, he collapsed on the ground, the warm wetness of the blood contrasting with the cold dry grass. Jon heaved, his face contorted into a pitiful expression. He raised his hands above his face and stared at his twitching bloody fingers.
"Stupid..." Jon mumbled to himself. He was right, how foolish he must of been to go to the dance, he should of known some one would of done something to ruin everything, and to think how perfect it all was until the bucket fell and splashed him.
He danced and nobody told him to stop embarrassing himself, he talked and no one told him to shut up, and he ate and not a single person even uttered the word "fat" or "chubby" around him. He felt accepted. He felt happy. It was a lie. Jon let out a whimper, thinking of how long he spent sewing this tuxedo only for it to get stained with blood, he'd have to throw it away when he got home. A week of work for absolutely nothing.
Jon still couldn't believe it, he had thought last week was the breaking point, after what had happened in the boys locker room he really thought anything else would just be small potatos in comparison. Jon was always known as that freaky religious kid, it was no secret that his father was such a zealot he thought everyone would go to hell except for him. It was was one of the many reasons they picked on jon, along with his low intelligence, childish nature, gullibility, and puniness, but they never imagined he would be so stupid enough to mistake a cut on his leg for menstruation.
When Jon first came out of the shower crying and screaming a bunch of non sense about eve and the original sin and the curse of blood like a mad man, the rest of the boys couldn't even believe it. He begged and screamed for help but all of them just gawked in awkward silence. Sure, jon was a total wuss but why was he so upset over a tiny cut on his thigh? It wasn't until Tord finally put the pieces together and enthusiastically shouted "oh my god, he thinks cis guys can get periods." that everyone finally understood.
With that revelation everyone began to laugh and crack jokes about jon being a woman now, or how he should get pregnant just to stop it, all of which only served to scare jon even more. It only got worse when Bing remembered his girlfriend had accidentally swapped her gym bag with his and she had left some of her "supplies" in the bag. Next thing jon knew he was crawling on the floor having a panic attack about hell while every guy in his class crowded around throwing feminine products at him while chanting for him to "plug it up!" over and over again.
It didn't matter that Jon seriously thought he was going to hell, it didn't matter that his father would most definetly hurt him later for this, it didn't matter that he fell to the floor and hit his head on the linoleum during the chaos. It was funny. Even Edd was laughing and throwing things like everyone else, only he had enough sense to try and apologize to Jon later and actually felt some remorse.
The nightmare only ended when their teacher finally stormed into the bathroom and told everyone to shut up and get the hell out. That was supposed to be as bad as it got, nothing could ever top the humiliation of that day, but Tord found a way. Jon stood up, fully prepared to walk home and start sobbing to his father about how right he was. That everyone at the dance laughed at him, bracing for inevitable beatings and insults he flung at Jon when he did things he didn't like. Jon just wanted to go home, but the thing was, he couldn't. There was something pulling him back towards the gym. A strange feeling, rising inside of him like lava in a volcano ready to burst. Years of torment had been leading to this, years of "i found out jon has a crush on laurel, let's tell everyone" and "Let's force Jon to eat something gross" and "Let's invite Jon to play hide and seek and then leave him there". It was time for action. It was time for change. It was time for him to use his power.
Jon had forgotten about the miracle, the strange force that had been following him ever since he was a kid, the thing that made objects throw themselves off the table whenever he got mad, or made the lights above him in the locker room go out when he was especially hysterical. The power. Jon cocked his head slightly to the side, his face turning from sadness to satisfaction. A light chuckle left his mouth, "Of course..." he muttered, approaching the school doors and envisioning it in flames.
Still inside, the students had finally gathered around matt's body to see if he was okay, their attention was quickly stolen though by the sound of glass shattering above them and the lights all going out. Sparks flew and glass fell down causing students to cower under tables. Jon had to really focus to make the glass shatter, but it was well worth it. Next would be all the windows, the the disco ball, then the bleachers, and then the sprinkler system. It was gonna rain on every single one of his bullies, it would mess up their hair and ruin all the food, make the floor too slippery to dance on, just like how they messed up his suit and ruined his night. Oh it would just be so beautiful. Jon's one and only complaint about the idea was that the water in the sprinkler's sadly couldn't be blood..."
