Bite Me Professor

JAX

Tonight he was going to make somebody suffer.

He really didn't care who, as long as they wiggled and squirmed like worms beneath his feet.

Or more accurately, a snake.

Just kidding. He did care who.

It couldn't be anybody. The person he was going to make an evening of destruction out of had to be a culprit who was just as vile as him.

Or worse.

On paper, everybody was worse than him anyway, though, so there's that, he supposed.

Nobody would think The King's Zer-or DKZ-college's native genius law student to break into the HARK's mansion at one of their lavish parties.

Or attack none other than the head of the HARK, Sofia Lucas.

The leader of the Tenz Jer'sey's leader.

But he had never been one to pass up a challenge.

And here was he, wandering through the excess of their chaotic home, floating by hot, stoned, and drunk bodies. For all that he was Williams-other secret society on King's Zer's land and the HARK's deadly foe.

They had been fighting the other since school started this accursed island off the coast of the dismal, dark, and depressive Brixton Kingdom.

And while they loved to play bad, the true culprit behind starting the war was Sofia, who was waiting with bated breath to whack his head and shatter it into pieces.

Evidently, they struck the first blow back, and since that time it had been a battle of who had the most in control.

Just kidding again. They were relentless.

And then there were the HARK, of course. Especially Sofia.

Their fights were the campus gossip each time, and the underground fights drew more viewers than the organizers had anticipated.

Fact is, human beings loved a little bit of anarchy.

A touch of violence and chaos.

A drizzle of blood somewhere. A cracking of bones somewhere. The crazier the better. The more crazed the mood, the more enjoyable it was to watch.

But that mob was appalled at getting close, landing a punch, tasting that blood, or putting hands on that broken bone.

It was abominably repulsive.

Very aberrant.

Horribly inhuman.

Evil.

Horrific. Frightful.

He said the same prayer in public-even around his friends. They recognized him as Jax 'The Ozen.' Jax, who made sure no one got killed and the police were taken care of.

Golden boy Jax with the highest GPA, who had Luthor College salivating in order to be able to welcome him as one of their own.

Jax, who had the whitest reputation and a future marked by open doors.

Nobody had any idea that while they believed that he was stuck in his room studying, he was here, stalking back behind enemy lines as part of the HARK.

Doing something that none of them, even his brother Stiles, would ever do.

And he had been so meticulous about it, too. Firstly, he needed an invite, and those were only issued by the upper one, i.e., Sofia and his bunch of useless loyal followers. But they also allowed their invitees to bring plus-ones.

So he complimented one of the women Sofia had been chatting up, lied and told her that the book she was reading was really interesting-it wasn't, another piece of soul-sucking analytical crap authored by a self-righteous idiot-and it got things rolling.

He was pretty sure that she was Sofia's girlfriend because she had her hand clutched on his arm and was deep-throating him with her tongue around campus, but she certainly did not look like it when she had her foot on his crotch under the library table-yuck, by the way, don't ever have your filthy feet anywhere near him.

One scorched pair of blue jeans later, he had the invitation he'd struggled with wanting to cut her throat for.

He'd wholly ignored her since he got there, though. The mask helps keep his chosen persona buried.

Invisible.

He tugged on his white skeleton mask with two large, black-painted holes for eyes-the HARK version of their neon stitch masks. While theirs can be distinguished by color, theirs can be differentiated by the symbols etched on them.

Regular members, like whom he was masquerading, bear a white skeleton mask with no design.

Leaders bear black skeleton masks.

Sofia, whose way he'd been following from across the room, also wears a black skeleton mask, but his has golden snakes patterned on it shooting out from the place where his eyes should be.

No surprise there because he always prefers to stand out. The freakier, the better.

His home was everything that one would expect. A humbling excess of power, wealth, and dominance. The imposing entrance waited for him out in front in cold, decadent hues of ivory.

The chandeliers hung down from the ceiling, pouring with crystals, spreading a soft, ethereal illumination over the marble floors that are glass-like in shine. Velvet drapes encase the walls, the dark-red folds casting a red hue over DKZ's students.

Banging music and loud laughter filled the atmosphere, but none of it sounded close, clear, because he was standing outside something he didn't want to be part of.

He pushed his way through the crowd effortlessly, a faceless person in the sea of HARK, another one of them. Standing up straight and moving with intent, he edged deeper between them, unseen.

That was what he'd always been.

Invisible. Unnoticeable.

Since he grew up in the overpowering shadow of his younger brother, he automatically became smaller.