A swirl of tension scattered its pupils in the playground.

Jim had pierced Ted's nose with one act of pure vengeance.

He had set the trend.

Ted had become a wanted poster embedded in every face that surrounded him.

The blood added an extra kick to the crime.

His white shirt now a vamp red.

The blasphemy completed and a swarm of drones eager to be joined to him.

Ted now swam in purple vision.

His face a calm before the storm.

He had connected with the hatred and found adoration and leadership.