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Catholic School of Humbert did not look encouraging. Catholic schools are just like this, usually they look better than they really are, and it looked as if, in fact, was hell. But Isaac didn't care for that. Another place where he will be able to possess the souls of little ones. Another school, from which will try not to make him thrown away, and blood will flow the small stream, which will mark the walls and snatch their holy. The first catholic school which he would face. He wondered if priests realize that he is not an ordinary ten years old, such as many here.

He got out of the auto, which took him from orphanage. Isaac had no parents, his mother died in childbirth, his father met a strange accident. It was 1923. Dressed in a prescribed uniform, the boy looked up again with a twinkle in his eye on the walls of the school, then went after his current supervisor, who carried the suitcase with clothes.

The first priest who greeted him was thick and smelled of sweat. His face was marked by oily smile that only established Isaac in the belief that this is about time that evil took the school under care. He smiled to himself, thinking about horror on the face of the fat man, when first student will die.

Isaac unpacked in the dormitory, then asked the priest caring for him if he could explore the surroundings. The priest frowned, but agreed. He probably did not think that something bad could befall on child on the school territory.

Isaac at the beginning walked the corridors, noting how there are sumptuous inside, probably cost a fortune. His small room was nothing compared to the ground floor, where were located rooms of priests. Once he filled eyes with the sight of interiors, went outside and made his way to the stables.

There were nine horses, all well maintained, although a little thin. Probably the owners were spending more on their own food, judging by the bulky belly of priest who greeted him. Isaac loved animals. They hadn't little lies that characterized the people. Horses with happiness were giving him the heads, he followed them with tender moves. After some time he felt someone is watching him. He turned slowly and noticed a seven-year old boy who gazed at him with strained attention.

"You are the new," said a squeaky voice. "Orphan."

Isaac still eyeing him carefully.

"Your father was killed by you. So say the priests, and I believe them," said the boy with confidence. It was a naive, little kid, who could believe the priests, if such was his will. Isaac did not care for students for the time being. He wanted everyone to like him, he could sow the seeds of uncertainty in their hearts.

"I guess I don't like you" said the child, pouting. Isaac narrowed the eyebrows. This boy could spoil everything. On his face sadistic smile appeared.

"And why we don't like each other?" he asked, maliciously grimacing face.

"Because you wasn't liked in the previous school. So say the priests, and I believe them," came the reply.

Isaac did not wait for the next words. From his pocket he took out a knife, noting with pleasure his eyes widening from the fear. The boy began to retreat, but his fear has already acted like a drug for Isaac. He put his knife to the throat.

"Beg for mercy," he hissed. The boy began to cry under the influence of threat, clenched his hands in impotent gesture. Isaac with a real plaesure sank the blade in his throat, allowing the invigorating blood flooded hands holding the knife. The boy threw himself for a moment, then hung in his arms, with open eyes bulging with fear.

Isaac knew that he could not just leave the body. He asked his god about somebody, who will be charged with this crime. As on cue appeared in one of the gardeners. Isaac used his power to make him not know what is going on, then gave him his knife and set over the body of the boy, casting a spell over him to make him forget how he came here. After a moment he was gone from the place of murder.

Description
Catholic School of Humbert did not look encouraging. Catholic schools are just like this, usually they look better than they really are, and it looked as if, in fact, was hell. But Isaac didn't care for that. Another place where he will be able to possess the souls of little ones. Another school, from which will try not to make him thrown away, and blood will flow the small stream, which will mark the walls and snatch their holy. The first catholic school which he would face. He wondered if priests realize that he is not an ordinary ten years old, such as many here.

He got out of the auto, which took him from orphanage. Isaac had no parents, his mother died in childbirth, his father met a strange accident. It was 1923. Dressed in a prescribed uniform, the boy looked up again with a twinkle in his eye on the walls of the school, then went after his current supervisor, who carried the suitcase with clothes.

The first priest who greeted him was thick and smelled of sweat. His face was marked by oily smile that only established Isaac in the belief that this is about time that evil took the school under care. He smiled to himself, thinking about horror on the face of the fat man, when first student will die.

Isaac unpacked in the dormitory, then asked the priest caring for him if he could explore the surroundings. The priest frowned, but agreed. He probably did not think that something bad could befall on child on the school territory.

Isaac at the beginning walked the corridors, noting how there are sumptuous inside, probably cost a fortune. His small room was nothing compared to the ground floor, where were located rooms of priests. Once he filled eyes with the sight of interiors, went outside and made his way to the stables.

There were nine horses, all well maintained, although a little thin. Probably the owners were spending more on their own food, judging by the bulky belly of priest who greeted him. Isaac loved animals. They hadn't little lies that characterized the people. Horses with happiness were giving him the heads, he followed them with tender moves. After some time he felt someone is watching him. He turned slowly and noticed a seven-year old boy who gazed at him with strained attention.

"You are the new," said a squeaky voice. "Orphan."

Isaac still eyeing him carefully.

"Your father was killed by you. So say the priests, and I believe them," said the boy with confidence. It was a naive, little kid, who could believe the priests, if such was his will. Isaac did not care for students for the time being. He wanted everyone to like him, he could sow the seeds of uncertainty in their hearts.

"I guess I don't like you" said the child, pouting. Isaac narrowed the eyebrows. This boy could spoil everything. On his face sadistic smile appeared.

"And why we don't like each other?" he asked, maliciously grimacing face.

"Because you wasn't liked in the previous school. So say the priests, and I believe them," came the reply.

Isaac did not wait for the next words. From his pocket he took out a knife, noting with pleasure his eyes widening from the fear. The boy began to retreat, but his fear has already acted like a drug for Isaac. He put his knife to the throat.

"Beg for mercy," he hissed. The boy began to cry under the influence of threat, clenched his hands in impotent gesture. Isaac with a real plaesure sank the blade in his throat, allowing the invigorating blood flooded hands holding the knife. The boy threw himself for a moment, then hung in his arms, with open eyes bulging with fear.

Isaac knew that he could not just leave the body. He asked his god about somebody, who will be charged with this crime. As on cue appeared in one of the gardeners. Isaac used his power to make him not know what is going on, then gave him his knife and set over the body of the boy, casting a spell over him to make him forget how he came here. After a moment he was gone from the place of murder.